#ellis

Is it a Hunter? A Boomer? Aw shit, it's a Tank, ain't it?!

summary: you’re having a rough night with your family and need a break, so you leave the house and end up at ellis’ place. he doesn’t ask too many questions, he just lets you stay and makes sure you know you don’t have to be alone.

pairings: ellis x fem!reader

a/n: hello guys… i know i always disappear and IM SORRYYYYY but im currently so obsessed with this show! i loved itt and where the fuck are the fics????? so here i am making one i might also make one for ramona because i love her. ramona and ellis might be my favs… UHH ok i hope you guys enjoy my ass writing and don’t forget to send requests!!! omg school starting for me again.. fml.

you hadn’t really planned on going anywhere but you just knew you couldn’t stay in your house anymore. everything your family did was just making out mad and they just judged you for everything and never helped you.

the argument had started over something stupid, like most arguments with your family did. it was always something small that somehow turned into something bigger, and before you knew it, you were standing in your room with your eyes burning and your chest feeling tight.

you grabbed your hoodie and left before anyone could stop you and didn’t even think about where you were going until you were already halfway there.

ellis.

for some reason, whenever you were having a bad day, he was the first person you thought about. you didn’t even know if he was home, or if he’d even want you showing up this late, but you still kept walking.

and by the time you got to his house, you were already regretting it. You stood on his porch for a few seconds, staring at the door.

“fuck.” you almost turned around because you suddenly thought this was a bad idea.. what if he’s not up?

then the door opened.

and the second ellis opened the door and saw you standing there, he knew something was wrong. you were trying so hard to keep your face straight, but your eyes were already red and there were still tears sitting on your cheeks. you looked away from him quickly, wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie like you could somehow pretend he hadn’t noticed.

“hey,” he said quietly.

you looked down, wiping your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie. “hi.”

ellis didn’t ask what happened. he’d known you long enough to know that if you wanted to talk about it, you would. instead, he stepped aside and opened the door wider for you.

“come in.”

you walked past him, keeping your head down as he shut the door behind you. for a second, neither of you said anything. you stood there awkwardly in the middle of his living room, suddenly wondering if coming here had been a stupid idea.

ellis looked at you again before walking over and gently taking your hand. “come on,” he said softly. “sit down.”

he led you over to the couch and sat beside you, leaving enough space for you to move closer if you wanted to. you stared down at your hands, trying to keep yourself together, but the second you felt his hand rest against your back, your eyes started filling up again.

“hey,” he murmured, holding your hand. “it’s okay.”

you shook your head, trying to laugh it off even though your voice came out shaky. “i’m sorry. i don’t even know why i’m here.”

“you don’t have to be sorry.”

that makes you look at him

“you can come here whenever you want.” he says it in the most soft voice ever.

that was enough to make another tear fall, and you quickly wiped it away. ellis didn’t say anything about it. he just stayed beside you, his hand still resting in yours like he wasn’t going anywhere.

after a few quiet seconds, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. he shifted slightly so you could get comfortable, then looked down at you.

“you wanna tell me what happened?”

you were quiet for a moment, staring down at your hands before finally letting out a shaky breath. “it’s just my family. we got into this huge argument and i know it’s probably stupid, but i just—i don’t know. i feel like everything is my fault. maybe if i had just kept my mouth shut, none of it would’ve happened and i wouldn’t have made everything worse.”

ellis frowned slightly, watching you as you kept talking before you could even give yourself a second to breathe.

“and i know i shouldn’t have left, because now they’re probably even more pissed at me, and i should’ve just stayed there and dealt with it. i always do this, i make everything worse and then i run away when things get hard and—”

“hey.”

you stopped.

ellis was looking at you, his expression soft but serious. “it’s not your fault.”

you opened your mouth, but he shook his head before you could argue with him.

“no. don’t do that,” he said quietly. “don’t sit here and blame yourself for everything just because you’re upset.”

you looked away, blinking quickly as your eyes started filling with tears again. “but i could’ve handled it better.”

“maybe,” he said, not trying to completely dismiss what you were saying. “but that doesn’t mean you deserved to feel like this.”

you stayed quiet, rubbing your sleeve between your fingers.

“you needed a break,” he continued. “so you took one. that’s all.”

“i just hate that i can’t fix anything.” you said looking away from him you just couldn’t look.

“you don’t have to fix it tonight.”

but that made you look up at him again..

ellis gave you a small shrug, his hand moving back to your arm. “you came here because you needed somewhere to go. so stay.”

your lip trembled slightly, and you quickly looked down again. “i’m sorry,” you whispered.

“for what?”

“for showing up like this.”

he almost looked confused by that. “you don’t have to apologize for coming to me.”

that finally broke whatever little bit of composure you had left. you covered your face with your hands, letting out a quiet, shaky breath as the tears started falling again.

ellis didn’t say anything for a moment. but seeing you cry?? he didn’t hesitate and pulled you into his arms immediately. you moved closer, letting him pull you into his chest as his arms wrapped around you.

you buried your face against his shoulder, gripping the back of his hoodie while he held you tightly.

ellis rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, one hand moving slowly up and down your back.

you stayed there for a while, tucked against his chest, listening to the quiet sound of his breathing. slowly, the tight feeling in your chest started to fade, and you finally pulled back just enough to look at him.

ellis looked down at you, his hand still resting against your back. neither of you said anything for a moment. you were still close, and you could feel his eyes moving over your face like he was making sure you were actually okay.

“you okay?” he asked quietly.

you nodded. “yeah. a little.”

he smiled softly. “good.”

neither of you moved. you looked down for a second, suddenly nervous about how close you still were. when you looked back up, ellis was already looking at you.

“what?” you asked quietly.

“nothing.”

you gave him a small smile. “you’re staring.”

“i know.”

you laughed quietly, shaking your head. “you’re weird.”

“yeah, probably.” there was another quiet moment, but this one felt different. ellis looked at you for another second before his eyes dropped to your lips. he hesitated, almost like he was giving you the chance to move away.

you didn’t.

instead, he leaned closer and kissed you.. the kiss was soft and quick because he wanted to make sure you wanted this and he didn’t just make a mistake. “sorry,” he murmured. “i just—”

you shook your head, cutting him off. “don’t be.”

he smiled a little. you looked at him for another second before quietly saying, “do that again.”

ellis didn’t need to be told twice. he leaned in and kissed you again, and this time you smiled against him, your hand lightly gripping the sleeve of his hoodie.

you shift your weight on top of him, and he seems to go still for half a second like he’s trying to catch up with how close you are. then his arms tighten on your waist without letting it break. his mouth deepens against yours, slow and warm, like he’s savoring every second he gets.

you rock gently, and he makes a soft sound right into the kiss, breathing unevenly as his hand slides to your thigh and holds you there. when you pause, even for a moment, he doesn’t let the moment pass he cups your face with his other hand and presses closer, forehead brushing yours as he kisses you again, longer this time.

and for the first time that night, you didn’t feel like you needed to go anywhere.

• ──★ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.

pairing: ellis x fem!reader

summary: you have to leave town, and ellis thinks it’s better off if to end things, but it doesn’t go according to plan when he notices how much your sadness affects him.

warnings: angst, mention of y/n i’m SO obsessed with this show and my last name is sterling so that doesn’t help my case either lmaoo ENJOYY!

flying across multiple states on your own was never a good plan, everybody knew it.

that’s why you made one promise to yourself, no attachments.

don’t get attached, no matter what.

so far, it was good! you met some people, even a old childhood friend. canada was enjoyable, but not anything special, so keeping that promise didn’t seem that much of an issue.

that was until you met ellis.

at first, you thought of him as a regular, immature teenage boy, though everytime yall crossed paths he just kept proving you wrong.

like that one time he took your boxes across town without conformation, or the other time when he helped you set up a party for your sister.

something was different about him.

the first kiss you shared was even more special, gentle even, like if he leaned any harder you would break.

so when your dad came back onto the island and broke the news, obviously you were devastated!

the day moved ridiculously slow, the type were everything progressively piles, you’d think a independent teenage girl like you would be able to handle it.

but right now you couldn’t, and ellis saw it almost immediately.



the frown between your brows when you scrubbed the dishes, or the way you bit your lip when trying to concentrate.

“y/n..” he whispered softly, “can we talk?”

turning your head over you shoulder, you peeked over at him, ignoring the seriousness in his tone as you continued to scrub the plate before you. “yeah what’s up.”

“uh, look at me— please.” ellis urged, when you turned around, he stood right infront of you.

the look on his face? kinda shook you a bit.

“ellis?” you questioned, his eyes boring right into yours.

ellis fought with himself, he felt so cruel for doing this to you when you looked so stressed.. let alone the fact you were leaving tomorrow.

“i think we should..” he stalled— “i think we need to.” the brunette corrected.

“take a break, with whatever this is.” he finally uttered out, studying your expression.

and it wasn’t what he expected.

you looked absolutely wrecked.

“what?” you asked, tone just above a whisper as you leaned against the counter behind you.. glancing up at him with wide eyes.

you didn’t know what that meant fully, because you and ellis never had a label.

you’ve both kissed eachother before, shared hugs at night, especially when he took you home drunk.. multiple times.

but it wasn’t enough for him to call you girlfriend.

“ellis— ellis no.” you stuttered, silence weighed heavy, it was hard to hate him whenever he stared down at you like that.

“you don’t, you don’t know what your doing..” you confirmed, almost like you where trying to convince yourself that and not him.

“y/n..” ellis spoke softly, eyes fluttering with guilt, he couldn’t take seeing you like this, as soon as he saw those tears prick your eyes it was game over.

“i’m sorry.” he swallowed.

your expression crumbled, before you could even gain control of your cries you looked down— avoiding eye contact.

swallowing hard, you met his eyes again, trying to desperately keep yourself together.

vulnerability wasn’t something to play around with, you knew that— so crying infront of him so easily was clear he had a terrible effect on you.

“why are you doing this, what— was this just a stupid summer fling to you?” you exclaimed, tone angry this time.

“no, no not at all.” ellis panicked, shaking his head.. because it wasn’t just a fling to him, though right now you couldn’t tell.

“then why.” you stated, eyes glossy.

“you’re leaving— and i just can’t do this.” he forced, mentally facepalming, what type of response was that?

“wow.” you chuckled sarcastically, shaking your head in disbelief. “what a lame excuse.”

“that’s it? because i’m leaving.” you asked again.

“yes.” ellis choked out.

“atleast come up with something better than that— because that makes no fucking sense.” you spat, “i can’t control it, but you know what you can control?”

“this stupid— situationship you trapped me in.” you shrugged.

ellis stood, eyes softening at your words, stupid?

but oh he was wrong.

with a scoff, you spoke again. “this is why i can’t do no labels— because..” you paused for a moment, “i love you ellis.”

he froze, his heart racing— this is not how he expected it to go.

“you.. love me?” he asked softly, one thing about him, he listened way to perfectly.

“yes!” you cried out, sniffling— “nobody ever treated me the way you do.”

a tear slipped down your cheek, though you quickly wiped it with the back of your hand.

“i was thinking about staying, after i was done with dishes i was gonna call my dad..” you explained, “and i-“ you started again, but before you could finish..

ellis pressed his lips against yours, sudden— but real.

it’s was almost natural the way you melted into the kiss, your not sure why you’d even accept it after he just made you rant like that.

but the way he listened so closely, like the more you spoke the more he felt absolutely horrible.

his hand came up to cup your cheek, again— like you were delicate.

it lingered for a moment, until he pulled back slightly, catching your teary eyes.

“i love you.” he whispered, regretting everything he said before— ellis knew he was confused at first, but now he knew.

he was in love with you.