I Know Abby Eats Pussy So Casually? Like. 'lemme Put My Head In Your Folds!' Then Her Phone Rings And

i know abby eats pussy so casually? like. 'lemme put my head in your folds!' then her phone rings and she just replies to some text while still there, her mouth on you, arms around your thighs and hands on your lower stomach holding her phone and typing fast 😭

HELP ME SJDFJF

imagining this like college!abby and her team group chat is blowing up, and she's team captain so she has to respond. always has to give her input and tell them what they should be doing and how they should be doing it.

so she's got you spread out and you're trying to focus on her tongue on you. but her phone is buzzing every 3 seconds next to you and eventually she grabs it— you think to silence it— but she actually just starts responding while still having her tongue dragging through your folds!! so you're just like.

"abigail."

and she gives a quick, "yup."

and tosses her phone on the floor because she knows she's in the wrong.

if this fic doesn’t prove i’m a lesbian i don’t know what will. I WANT THIS

loving abby's eyes isn't enough I need to stare into them and hold her face to look closely until we both a giggling mess 💔

this is sooo real anon

being a little tipsy with her after a party and going back to your room. she’s trying to get you out of your clothes and into your pajamas and you keep whining at her </3 asking her to just sit with you. and when she doesn’t you just grab her face and look at her, she thinks you want a kiss but you pull away when she leans in :(

“not gonna let me kiss you?”

“just wanna look at you, abs. so pretty.”

she tries to keep her serious face but can’t help the pink tint that comes to her cheeks. she lets you have your fun for a little bit before serious abby comes back and she reminds you you guys have an early patrol in the morning :( when you fall asleep she does the same thing to you :,) puts a palm on your cheek and stares at you with all the love in the world.

Let's Go, Lesbians, Let's Go! | Random Characters

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week! As a celebration, here are some random headcanons of some of my favorite lesbians. Enjoy!

╰┈➤ CHARACTERS: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramann, Ellie Williams, Robin Buckley.

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons on how these ladies would act/treat you during the crush stage, when you're together, and some of their habits (good and bad).

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Use of You

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

–– VI __

CRUSH STAGE: During the crush stage, Vi will not admit to herself that she has a crush on you. She would simply categorize her crush as her body saying she liked to tease you. She liked seeing your face when she would flirt with you. You'd show a flustered smile and sometimes playfully punch her in the arm and/or glare. She never thought you liked her back. She's observant with people, sure, but there's no need to worry about you liking her back if she "didn't" have a crush on you in the first place.

RELATIONSHIP: If you thought Vi was more mellow now that y'all are together, you thought wrong. Now that she knows her own feelings and is aware of yours, she's more touchy with her flirts. She'll drag her fingers across your cheeks when she compliments you, put her hand on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere, and when you were chilling at home, she'll pull your legs over her lap.

She'll never admit it, but that was her favorite sitting position. She absolutely loves loves your thighs and with your legs across her lap, she can caress and squeeze them all she wants. She also discovered if she lightly drags her nails across your skin, you squirm and get goosebumps. That was her favorite reaction of all.

HABITS: Vi has the habit of grabbing you by the waist when she passes by. She'll squeeze your waist too just to hear you laugh. More emotionally, Vi has the habit of keeping things to herself. If it doesn't concern you and it's something she thinks can easily be fixed, she won't tell you about it. Not because she doesn't trust you, but because she isn't used to opening up.

You caught onto this habit when she came home all bloodied up and bruised more than normal. She had a limp and looked dazed. Whomever she fought got some punches in and you could only imagine how bad the other person looked.

The morning after she's been bandaged, you asked her what happened. Apparently, she was trying to return an item you've been wanting to return, but the store owners had multiple sticks up their asses. Her words, not yours. Because things took a turn for the worse, Vi went to the distributors and then had to sneak past security. She wasn't as stealthy as she wanted herself to be. It took Vi a week to get the owners to refund her and the distributors to give her the item free of charge.

You scolded Vi. She didn't have to go through a week of torture just because some assholes wanted to be assholes. Though you hated how she handled things, you couldn't be mad at her. She had a huge heart and would do anything to keep you happy. That's all you wanted in a girlfriend.

–– CAITLYN ––

CRUSH STAGE: Caitlyn knew she had a crush on you almost instantly. The way her heart skipped a few beats when you passed by, how she only went to places knowing you'll be there, and when she went to bed, you were the last thing she thought of. Though she was sure of her feelings, she was unsure of yours.

You seemed to be friendly with everyone. You gave smiles, asked how their day was going, and brought those you were close with gifts. You never gave her gifts. Was she not important to you? Maybe you only saw her as an acquaintance; nothing else and nothing more. That was alright with Caitlyn. She had no problem admiring you from afar.

Things changed, however, when Caitlyn went to her work desk one day and saw an abundance of letters and gifts. She was flattered but had no clue where they came from. When she went home and saw you at her doorstep with a basket of goodies, she knew those gifts were from you. There at her doorstep, she confessed and asked you out.

RELATIONSHIP: Being in a relationship with Caitlyn is a lot easier than you thought. Your friends teased you about how her being work-focused would put a dent in your relationship, but it was the opposite. Sure, there were nights when Caitlyn came home late without warnings or forgot to listen to you while she worked on papers, but she would always apologize and make it up to you.

Caitlyn is a soft lover. She loves gentle touches and quality time. Whenever you two snuggle together, her long fingers dance across your back or she grabs onto your hand. She'll whisper stories about her day or praise you if you're sleepy. She absolutely loves to tell you all the things she loves about you. Along with touch and quality time, words of affirmation are one of her love languages.

HABITS: Caitlyn has a habit of holding your hands and gifting you things she's seen while she's out. Sometimes the gifts are clothes that reminded her of you, cute items you can place around your home, or something you've wanted for a while.

As mentioned earlier, Caitlyn works a lot and takes her job seriously. She has a bad habit of getting stressed out and instead of finding a healthy outlet to blow off steam, she overworks herself. You caught her once working at her desk at three am with bloodshot eyes, cold black coffee, and frizzy hair. You had to peel her away from her desk and force her to go to bed. This didn't happen often, but Caitlyn appreciated you taking care of her when it did.

–– ELLIE ––

CRUSH STAGE: Oh, man. Crush stage Ellie is shy Ellie. She would like to flirt with you, yes, but you make her so nervous. She gets sweaty palms and picks at her hangnails. If you're in a group discussion together, she'll patiently wait for your conversation with someone else to end before she speaks up. While she waits, she'll come up with conversation topics and jokes to tell you.

Do the jokes land? No. They're the worst jokes you've ever heard, but you appreciate Ellie for trying. Her efforts were cute. Whenever the conversation picked up, Ellie got looser and more confident. She teased you more often, gave you silly facial expressions, and she often nudged your arm with hers or winked.

Her efforts of trying and being true to herself are what got you to crush on her back. Well, that and the fact that she's the most attractive person you've met.

RELATIONSHIP: Shy Ellie disappeared about two weeks into your relationship. She was more flirtatious and bold with her words. Not like she never was, but she wasn't afraid of creeping you out this time.

Ellie tries to be open with you when it comes to hardships. She wants to tell you what she's thinking and how she's coping, but she can't. Something was physically holding her back. Luckily for her, you weren't the type to force her into anything. She wasn't ready to talk? That's fine. You'll hold her and sit in a comfortable silence instead. She wanted to do something to take her mind off of things? Cool! You two can make a song together.

Your relationship teaches the two of you how to cope with your feelings and how to practice being okay with uncomfortable feelings. There's a lot of understanding and welcoming space in your relationship which you both can benefit from.

HABITS: Ellie has a habit of calling you 'babe' or 'baby'. If you don't like that, she'll try to come up with something else. Maybe the name of a planet that reminds her of you.

She also has the habit of sketching you. If you look through her sketchbook, you'll find sketches of you sleeping, upgrading/cleaning your weapons, getting ready in the morning, or even plain images of your lips and hands.

–– ROBIN ––

CRUSH STAGE: Golly gee. If it wasn't for Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Robin would have never talked to you. You were the cool person in school; even if you weren't, you were to her. She loved how you talked, how you laughed, and how you always incorporated your favorite color in your outfits.

Steve calls her a stalker with how much she knows about you, but she didn't care. If she couldn't talk to you, she wanted to be prepared in case the time did come.

Steve forced her to talk to you when he was picking her up after school. They were standing by Steve's car and you were finishing up a conversation nearby with your friend. When your friend drove off, you walked in Robin's direction. Before you passed, Steve shoved Robin forward. She stumbled, tripped over her feet, and complimented your outfit.

You stopped walking and turned to her with a wide smile. You thanked her and returned the compliment. From there, the two of you had a brief conversation about clothes and personal styles. Since then, you always sat next to each other to talk during lunch.

RELATIONSHIP: It was a miracle you two got together. You both friend-zoned each other so hard, you were convinced your relationship wouldn't progress any further.

With Robin working at Family Video and you being an avid movie watcher, you two tried to watch movies together at least twice a week. One night was an old movie and the other was a newer one. You commented on the act, script, and cinematography. Because of the comments, inside jokes were born left and right.

You two are definitely cuddle bugs. Deep into the night at each other's houses, you would be tangled up in bed playing with each other's hair and giggling about the stupidest things. Y'all were the definition of soft sapphics.

HABITS: During the school year, Robin had a habit of slipping notes in your locker or onto your lunch tray when you weren't looking. She would try to slip the notes in your locker before anyone was in the halls or she would get someone else to do it for her. The notes weren't anonymous and if she managed to get them in your locker, you would thank her during lunch period. Her response was always the same: a gummy smile and a bashful "you're welcome".

A bad habit of Robin's is her insecurity and fear of being found out. In the '80s, Robin's absolutely petrified of the town finding out about your relationship. She would try everything in the books. Claim you're best friends, have Steve pick you guys up separately and then be dropped off separately, and some days, she would try to avoid you in school. You never let her though.

In modern times, Robin's afraid you'll find someone else better than her. Who wants a freckled-face band geek for a girlfriend? News flash, you do! You always reassure her, telling her she's all you need. Eventually, the worrying stops, but the second she talks down about herself, you scold her and as punishment, she has to say an affirmation about herself in the mirror.

dating modern!abby headcanons

abby anderson × fem!reader

warnings: all nsfw material is under the divider!

a/n: so… lazy………. cant….. write….!!…!…!!!..!.

🎶 currently playing: i like her - mac demarco

first and foremost… no matter how long y’all have been together, homegirl would still be totally crushing on you

weeks, months, years later, she’s still trying to impress you

whether it’s buying you flowers, making you playlists, cooking you dinner, etc etc. she just loves seeing how happy you get from such simple gestures :,)

uses the strength and height difference to her advantage

can’t reach something from the top shelf? abby’s already pressed up behind you to grab it

can’t open a jar? abby’s BEELINING to open it for you

also… she’s the type of girlie to play fight like she’s in world war iii

i’m talking likeeee wrestling, pillow fights, using wooden spoons as swords

abby tries her best to seem more put together around others, but you bring out a more energetic side of her

can we just take a moment to imagine her MORNING VOICE???? HELLO???????

i agree with everyone who says she’s an early riser, but she’d 100% be the last to get out of bed. baby just wants to snuggle you forever

as much as she loves spooning you, she loves it more when your face is pressed against her chest, bodies all tangled together like a pile of limbs

alsooooooooo

you heard it here first, folks!! abby loves getting her back scratched

especially after a long day, just laying on her belly while you curl up beside her and start smoothing the tension out of her shoulders with just your nails 😮‍💨

even better, she always makes sure to return the favor

me thinks abby adores possessive nicknames

when she heard manny call you “abby’s girl” HNNGGGHHHHJ

ofc she politely told him your name, but she was screeching inside

she’s also literally just so nice. which is a total contrast to how she comes off, especially with a resting bitch face and the most intimidating figure

definitely buys you lots of random things. books, clothes, candles, jewelry, the list goes on

if you go to the store and she sees you take interest in something but don’t end up buying it, she’ll go back by herself and get it for you 😭

pretends that she hates it but she LOVES when you steal her clothes

you realize that she loves it when she’s out shopping for a sweatshirt and sends you a picture of one, with the message “if i bought this, would you wear it?”

followed by “not steal it. WEAR it”

part of the reason why she loves when you wear her clothes is because she gets you fuck you within an inch of your life while you’re in a hoodie that smells like her 💔 teehee

baby girl is PRIMAL. and her strap game is just otherworldly

abby is 100% a boob lover

no matter how small or big, she loves getting you soaked just from kissing every square inch of your chest

dirty talk >>>>>

mainly praises you, sometimes you’ll get some lighthearted teasing. will only degrade you if you say you want her to (but afterwards, she always reassures you that you’re perfect and she doesn’t rlly believe anything she said 🥰)

would definitely make you beg for what you want, even tho she knows she’d never leave you needy

service top to her CORE

but she always gets so worked up from pleasuring you, so it’s only fair that she let you return the favor

you’d definitely win her heart when she pulls four consecutive orgasms out of you, overstimulated to the point of tears, yet you only take a minute to catch your breath before crawling between her legs

has a thing for thigh riding??

like c’mon. her thighs are so toned and muscly, she works so hard on them at the gym

the best motivation for leg day is knowing just how many times you’ve gotten off on them

lowkey wants you to pull her hair

it always makes her moan into you while she’s eating you out, and the vibration it makes is just sooo mmmmmm

you can’t even watch a movie with this girl!!

before two of the characters are even introduced, she’s got her tongue licking into your mouth with one hand wrapped around your throat to keep you in place

her favorite thing to do is curl her fingers up inside of you and watch your reaction

i might write a blurb about this ong… abby turns into a BEAST when you sit on her face

feeling awfully insecure about my body today. can i request some abby x chubby!reader lovins?

yes you can baby!! I'm sorry you're having a bad body day :( this is partially inspired by me also having a weird body time and the related fact that California is very quickly entering summer rn and I'm Suffering

thinking about abby seeing you in tight clothes for the first time. like. imagine you two meet in the fall and start dating soon after, so most of your relationship has been during the cold months. all of your outfits have been pretty warm and layered, and you haven't had sex yet (if you're even gonna do it) so she hasn't really seen your body? like whenever you sleep over, it's in big sweats and a big shirt or a hoodie.

so imagine her delight when it starts getting warmer and you literally can't cover up anymore. and she sees you in Shorts. or a Skirt. or a Dress. or Tank Tops. She's fucking drooling man. Every part of you that you're insecure about, she thinks is fucking beautiful.

If you have the little pudge of fat where your arm meets your armpit (y'all know what I mean?)? She thinks it's so cute n soft. The chub of your thighs, the way your shorts squish into you? Delicious. The pooch of your tummy over the band of your skirts and shorts? She holds it, loves it, massages it. The way your tummy looks in sundresses? Ohhhh man. Also sundresses? She sees you in One (1) sundress and goes fucking insane. Buys you like ten more. Please wear sundresses around her, for her sanity and well being. Doctor's orders. She needs it or she'll die.

She's so in love man!! Every time you two go out and you're wearing Anything that shows your body, she's clinging to you like a koala. Loves how you look in skirts of literally Any Length. Long skirts? Princess. Midi skirts? Chic n cool. Mini skirts? Baby you're not making it out of the house without at least Two (2) hickies on your gorgeous thighs.

even outside of the context of summer, abby fucking loves your body. so much. she loves all of you, every aspect of you, including your physical form. she would love you if you were a worm, but god is she happy you're not because your body is Mesmerizing.

every time you cuddle she is the happiest girl in the world, snuggled into the softness of your body. it makes her feel so happy and contented, especially considering how strong and sturdy she is. you balance her out, and she never feels like she's too much for you. just how you're not too much for her. you two balance each other out so well! perfect! she fucking loves laying on your belly, your chest, your thighs, the way your soft arms wrap around her, it all makes her so fucking happy. happiness for her is in the arms of her chubby gf (eventually wife)!

lemme just. chubby girls are so fucking cute. soooo fucking cute. and hot. and pretty. and gorgeous. nonnie I'm sorry you're having a bad time, just know I have never seen you and I KNOW you're gorgeous!!

THE PERFECT PAIR;

ELLIE WILLIAMS

·˚ ༘ * “if I told you, you'd know how to go break my heart in two."

pairing: bff!ellie williams x fem!reader . college au. summary: you and your childhood best friend ellie have always done everything together, but things & feelings are starting to change. part 1 of _. slightly based on. and the song the perfect pair by beabadoobee. obviously. warnings: whole series: lotsss of pining, angst, fluff etc. references to drinking, smoking etc. smut in future. just lots of exposition & fluff in this one. wc 4.3k

There was something you missed about childhood. A bottomless pit of nostalgia rises in your throat whenever the air smelt a little fresh, whenever you hear the songs of the morning birds. Nothing was quite the same as that anymore, the sky was never as blue as it had been through your twelve-year-old eyes, and the flowers never smelt as sweet as they did outside your childhood home during the summer. You often were told you cling too tightly to it, onto the feeling that everyone loses when they grow past the age of sleepovers and elementary homework. But how couldn’t you?

You were sure no year could compete with those ones, especially sixth grade, and you claimed this every chance you got. Even now, head hung out the passenger seat window of your best friend’s car, wind pressing against your face gently as you pulled into the parking lot of your university dormitories.

“It smells like sixth grade,” you hum, eyes pressing closed as you try to picture the colors you swore only were bright in childhood. “What does that even fucking mean? B.O. and bath and body works perfume?” a voice came beside you, a chuckle following the statement. Your eyes shoot open, following the messy bun that shook as your friend laughed gently.

“Ellie,” you frown, “It smells sweet, you know? Reminds me of the air when we were kids.”

“Everything reminds you of middle school. Swear to god you're the only one who misses that place,” Ellie muttered, doing a pretty shit job of backing into a parking space near the dorm building. You would comment on it later, maybe take a picture to tease her with. For now, you focused on her words, a pout brushing your lips. “It was a good year! I miss it!”

“Rose-colored glasses,” El makes a dismissive motion with her hand, taking in your frown.

“I think you just say that 'cause it's when you met me,” your friend continues, looking very smug at the observation she constantly taunted you with.

Was it a little true? Maybe.

It had been the year you met when Ellie was still a lanky and loud-mouthed kid, unsure of how to act or dress. You had been no better, sitting alone at lunch tables, hiding behind your much too big flannel that was not at all the style of the other girls. When Ellie sat by you, a year older and wearing something just as awkward as you, a Savage Starlight shirt, looking just as out of place, well, it was love at first sight.

Love in a friendship way, of course, but love nonetheless. Those freckles that her face hadn’t quite grown into yet had become your favorite sight in middle school, green eyes that you searched for every time you bounced into the building.

A string had been tied between your two pinkies, and it never had once frayed. Not through the rest of middle school, not when Ellie tried soccer that year she left for high school and forgot to talk to you for a whole week— 13-year-old you was simply devastated— and not even when Ellie got her very first girlfriend in the tenth grade. She left soccer after the first month, her girlfriend broke up with her over text right before homecoming, and that thread led her right back to your pinky.

Of course, you were two teenage girls.. so you fought. She fought when you started skipping your Friday night movies to talk to a new friend when you were in the ninth grade. You fought when Ellie took a girl to prom in junior year and didn’t even tell you. The worst fight had been when she left for college, leaving you alone to face senior year in the small town of Jackson. Everything she did seemed to frustrate you that year, though you can now begrudgingly admit it was just because you missed her.

But all friends fight about things like that, right? In the end it was still the two of you. The nervous smiles of your middle school selves always found their way back to your faces, and always made you feel just as excited as you had been to meet. It was what led you to follow her to college. Now in your sophomore year and Ellie’s junior, not much has changed. You still had your Friday night movies— only now tucked into the small beds of your dorms.

So maybe Ellie was a little right. Perhaps she knew your mind a bit too well. Maybe you did love those years so much because they had been so filled with her. But you, of course, wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. “You're so full of yourself, Williams.”

Ellie flung the keyring around her fingers, shrugging again as she stepped out of her car. “Not full of myself, just right.”

The passenger side of her door creaked lightly when you pressed it, stuttering before you could really get it to push open . It was something that had started when you got too high once while visiting her after she started college, and you slammed it into a concrete wall. You refuse to acknowledge that's why her door sucks, but you both knew.

“Shut up,” you flip her off over the hood of the car, reaching below the seat up front to grab the bag stuffed full of clothes for the weekend drive. It was only the second week into the fall semester, but you and Ellie both found yourself craving a little time in the comfort of Jackson, hence the trip.

Ellie smiles in response, winking and grabbing her backpack. You start walking the path before she even locks the doors, hearing her trampling footsteps follow behind. “I was just joking,” the girl whined, eyes catching the side of your face as you looked straight ahead. You weren’t really mad, but you liked when Ellie apologized for her taunting. “You know, I think it's cute how… sentimental you are about that shit,” she knocks her shoulder into your own.

You feel your body tense lightly at the word cute, shrugging it off as you pull your favorite sweatshirt off your body, the early September air too thick for it. “Whatever,” you shake your head, nudging her back in a sign of acceptance.

“Gotta stop getting so worked up, peach.”

“Gotta stop calling me that,” you retort, eyes rolling at the nickname like you always did.

“I will when it stops being funny,” Ellie’s hand came to ruffle your hair, making your lips press together. You hated the peach story, and you hated when she messed up your hair even more.

“Swear one of these days I'm gonna bite you for doing that,” you puff, ID card slipping into the reader that opened the dorm door.

“I'm sure you’d bite me for a lot less,” she scoffs, thinking back to all of the times you had not so nicely bit at her for something like taking your food or roughhousing with you. She holds open the glass door for you to step inside the lobby. It's relatively quiet. A mid-Sunday afternoon meant most college students were tucked away in their rooms, probably studying or fighting a hangover. The AC of the common room welcomes you, painting your skin with goosebumps as you clutch your sweatshirt.

“Don't tempt me,” you joke, looking her up and down dramatically— like she was some meal. Ellie seems to shy away from your face, making a noise. “Shut up, biter.”

You pout at your friend, “You just don't get it.”

“I don't want to, dude.”

The response earns Ellie a slap at her arm, which she reacts too loudly at, watching as you flush and shush her. Ellie smiles and leads you to the elevator.

When you reach it, you pause momentarily, rocking on your heels.

“Maybe I should like— go get some food from the cafe or something,” you shrug, looking to avoid what was waiting in your dorm room. This was obvious to Ellie, who looked over at you with a slight sense of humor. She expected this reaction, just not as early as your tiptoes found the metal of the elevator door.

“Get in the elevator,” she shoo’s you inside, a hand against your back. “I swear she won't hurt you.”

The she that Ellie was referencing was your new roommate, Dina. She moved in late, meaning you had only seen her a few times before you left for the weekend. Most of that time had been spent sleeping, as you found yourself spending most free time in Ellie’s dorm to avoid her. It wasn’t that she didn't seem nice, because she did. You just weren’t the best with new people. It had taken you nearly a whole semester to get comfortable with your previous roommate.

“You don’t get it!” You pout, leaning against the cool surface of the wall. “You and Rose have been roommates since freshman year. I don’t know a thing about Dina. I mean fuck, maybe I should’ve stayed with Jade.”

Ellie quickly cut in at the mention of your old roommate, “Jade was a dick.”

Ellie's distaste for your former roommate was no secret, though you didn’t quite understand why she harbored such feelings. Sure, Jade was a little messy, and teased you sometimes. But she was always mostly kind to you, doing your makeup for parties.. inviting you to hang out. She even would hold your hand when you got too tipsy at events, pull you home to your dorm and shoo away everyone else, even El, to take care of you. But when Ellie told you she was bad news, to look for a new roommate— you didn’t question it much. She had been in Jade's year, after all, and probably knew better.

You spare a glance at her, watching how she looks away at the mention of Jade. It forced a swallow down your throat, suddenly feeling like you had just gripped a touchy subject by the neck and shoved it in her face. You couldn’t understand why it was so difficult to talk about, and you didn’t really want to. So instead, you sigh loudly when the elevator dings.

“What if she’s crazy? Like an axe murderer?” you begin to ramble, eyeing all the decorated doors that line the white hallway. Your door was only seven down from Ellie’s, you had counted, so you took in the numbers on each entry as you inched closer to your own. “If she was an axe murderer, wouldn’t she have already killed you?”

You groan loudly, finding comfort in picking at the seams of your bag’s strap. “You never know! Maybe it's a long game..”

Ellie’s hands find your shoulders, steering you from behind to be directly in front of the door with your and Dina’s name decorations on it. “You're fine, peach. Stop being a pussy.”

Your head flips back dramatically, landing on your best friend's shoulder. “If I die, it’s on you, ok?”

Ellie stiffens slightly, enough for you to notice, and enough for her to shove you off, but not enough to mention it. It never was. She mumbles a few ‘yea yea’s’ before waving you off and starting down the hallway to her own door, which your eyes follow right up until her hand finds the doorknob. She sends you one last look, nodding at you as another sign of encouragement. The staring session is long enough for you to swallow the forming lump in your throat and unlock your door, gently popping your head in.

The room is quiet and a bit warm— though you guess that's from the open window. At first, you think your roommate may not be here, but you find her soon enough. Dina is settled on her bed, earbuds tucked in her ears as she writes in some book, which you assume to be homework. The door clicking closed is enough to sound through the music humming in her ears, causing brown eyes to look up. Your stomach twists at the eye contact, nerves biting at your shaky hands. But Dina smiled like she had every other time you two interacted. A totally normal, non axe murderer smile.

“Hey! How was your trip?” she tucks the earbuds under her, turning the attention to you. You try your best to seem totally nonchalant, kicking your shoes off near your bed. Sitting over the plush comforter, a loud huff leaves your lips as you shrug. “Was ok, just a lot of driving.”

Ok. Small talk, you could do this. You could so do this. Mentally you pat your own back, thanking the stars above you had been blessed with a roommate who could carry a conversation. “Oh shit, that’s gotta be a long time in the car, huh? I think I’d die,” Dina shivered, “My weekend was spent cooped up, so I applaud you.”

“What’d you do?” you push, trying your very best to be social with the girl you would be living with for the following year. It only became easier to do when you imagined the look of approval from Ellie it would likely receive—a friendly sort, of course.

“Hm, just watched movies with my boyfriend. Studied, but personally I think it’s criminal how much work I already have to do,” Dina moves into a sitting position, beginning to rattle on about her classes. You listen, nodding along.

“It's two weeks into the semester, for fuck sake,” she finishes a few minutes later. It pulls an honest chuckle from you as you move your head in agreement. “Yea, I kinda shot myself in the leg choosing English major, all the essays,” you frown. “But god, my friend Ellie,” you can't help how easy it was to bring her up, “she’s got it bad. Physics major.”

Dina makes a sound through her teeth, shaking her head. “Tough,” her lips pull into a slight pout as she quickly switches back to the two of you. “Hey, at least we can suffer together..” the brunette grins, shrugging, “maybe we could have like study nights, throw on a shitty show and work on classes together. Fridays?”

The offer is sweet, making you feel fuzzy all over at the hint of a blossoming friendship. But the day suggestion had you frowning, a cold bath over your form. Fridays were for Ellie and you. “Me and Ellie do movie night on Friday..” you begin, a slight worry rising in your body that you may have ruined this building idea. Dina didn't seem to sweat it, smiling just as softly as before. “That’s fine, Lemme see your class schedule. We can plan a weekday.”

Dina stands, making her way to your side of the room and taking a seat on your bed without a second thought. It almost made you jealous how simply Dina had been able to talk to you, come into your space, and build plans like the two of you were not strangers being forced to live with each other. If Ellie were here, she would probably say someone like Dina was good for you. Someone who could bite into the world more harshly than yourself, someone who didn’t have to force the confidence. Ellie would probably really like Dina. The thought makes you smile, and a little less stiff when Dina presses against you to watch you open your phone. You swear you hear a giggle at the sight of your lock screen, but you push that thought away.

The two of you spend the next ten minutes with your heads tucked over the tiny screen of your schedule, finally landing on a night that would work for both of you, Wednesday night after your final classes. The topic quickly switched to creating a list of tv shows you could watch during these nights.

Before long, Dina had ended up lying on your bed, your teddy bear tucked in her arms as she stared at the ceiling. “Could I invite Ellie to this a few times? I'm sure she could use the study time..” You ask absentmindedly, fingers scrolling through a list of 2000’s sitcoms. Dina nods, “Sure, maybe I’ll invite my boyfriend sometimes too..” She flips onto her stomach, looking up at where you sit.

“What about Friends?” Dina hums, chin finding her palms.

“I’ll put it down, Ellie hates friends, though,” your nail scrapes across the phone screen, adding the title to the notes you had formed. “What about New Girl?”

Dina seems to like this idea, nodding quickly. “New Girl for sure..” she watches you, head tilting. “Is Ellie the one you kept disappearing for last week? You talk about her a lot.”

The question made you a weird sort of uncomfortable; not sure why the observation from your roommate had you shifting over your blankets. “Yea, I.. she’s my best friend. I was really, um.. nervous about meeting you last week so she kinda let me hide in her dorm.”

Dina laughs gently, “Oh! I thought I had pissed you off or something, and you were hiding out with your girlfriend.”

“No!” you quickly say, fumbling to make a gesture with your hands. “First, definitely not girlfriend,” it felt important to say that before anything else, “and second, you didn't do anything. I'm just a pussy.”

The answer draws another laugh from Dina, which has you smiling along. Your phone is discarded as you find yourself settling back into a conversation about tv shows, “C’mon, let’s keep going with the list.”

A few moments later, a buzz pulls you out of the little world that had grown around you and Dina as you chattered. It was your phone, the picture of you and Ellie that acted as your lock screen covered by a text notification.

els

she axe murder u?

You grin a lot more than you should have, lip sucking between your teeth as you reply.

you

why? worried abt me? 🤨

els

just wanted to see u say i was right

you

k🖕🖕

The text is sent without much more thought, pressing down your phone to be face down as you hop back to the conversation at hand. Ellie, though you hate to admit it, was right. Dina wasn’t an axe murderer. She was actually really cool. She made it easy to talk, the words falling from your lips without the usual pause to make sure it sounded alright.

“Maybe we should start New Girl now,” Dina suggested, pulling the fuzzy blanket on your bed over herself. “Deal,” you grab your laptop from its place under your bed, making quick work of pulling up the show and setting the screen in between you two. You pull your knees to your chest, listening to the theme song as Dina makes herself comfortable on the other side.

When the following text came in, you were a few episodes in, cheeks sore from the jokes Dina had made along with the characters in the show. The sun was beginning to dim by then, and though it was early— you still rubbed your eyes from tiredness. The long drive to Jackson and back always did that to you.

els

come over and watch smthn?

els

i got ur fave snack from the caf

You didn’t see the text this time, phone screen still pressed softly into the corner of your bed. The buzz didn’t gain your attention either, too focused on watching Jess steal a TV from her ex onscreen. You were sure Ellie loved this episode, one you had played far too many times in high school. But the crinkled nose of Ellie’s reaction to jokes was replaced by the loud laughs of your roommate this time, and you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind how you let your eyes blink closed while still sitting up, and didn’t mind how Dina turned off the episode and hopped off your bed.

“You look tired,” she commented, “get some sleep. Jesse wants me to come over anyway.”

You yawn as she speeds around her side of the dorm to put on shoes and gather her phone, blinking your bleary eyes as some sort of embarrassment settles in you. You had almost fallen asleep watching TV when it was barely even six yet. What a great impression to leave.

“Oh shit, sorry..” you sit up further, rubbing your eyes again.

“Dude, you drove like all day. I’d be tired too,” Dina assures you, ”think someone texted you,” she adds as she reaches the door, eyeing your phone screen that had lit up again.

els

???

You nod, offering a smile as a thanks, “See you later.”

Dina grins, shooting you a thumbs up as the door shuts behind her. A small huff is released, your head falling back against your pillows.

None of today had been as bad as you thought it would, but the tension of meeting someone new was still pressing on your bones, and the alone time allowed you to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Dina was sweet. She made you laugh and relatively comfortable.. but the attempt to make sure she liked you was still leaving a tired ache on you.

You should check your phone, Dina’s reminder ringing in your ears as you let your eyes flutter closed. But sleep seemed more important right now, so you tucked your face into the pillow under you and let yourself have that. Whoever texted could wait.

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Ellie’s head was also pressed into a pillow. Only she was staring at the ceiling, picking at her nails. She tried to ease herself when the third text had gone unanswered, deeming that shoving her phone off the bed dramatically was the only correct answer. It would be too embarrassing to text you again.

Her own dorm room was empty, a movie pressed paused on the first few minutes— a bag of your favorite chips next to it.

Maybe it was a little selfish, texting you and asking you to come over when she had been the one to tell you to get to know Dina. But Ellie was always a little selfish with you.

Especially when you stopped answering her texts.

She wanted to know exactly how everything went, how Dina had acted to you, if she was friendly, and if you got along. She wanted to know what you thought of Dina, what you thought of anything that happened. Ellie wanted you to be sitting on her bed telling her all this like you always did. But you hadn’t answered.

Maybe you had really hit it off with Dina and were doing something. That was what Ellie wanted for you. So she knew there was no reason to feel a sharp twinge in her chest at the thought you had ignored her texts to instead hang out with your roommate.

Her reactions when it came to you never made much sense.

So she had instead ended up with her eyes glued to the white paint of her dorm, convincing herself you had most definitely forgotten about her. Part of her brain waited for a buzz of her phone, maybe a knock on her door. It didn’t come, and Ellie shoved the chips off her bed next in retaliation to this. Maybe she was a little dramatic, but you had ignored her! Or, Ellie assumed you had.

In retrospect, she knew it wasn’t a big deal. She had just spent the whole weekend with you, and it had only been a few hours of unanswered texts. She could survive. She didn’t need her best friend to watch every movie. Ellie could wait until tomorrow to hear about your roommate. She could tell herself all of this, but it still made her ribs hurt a little. A bit more than it should.

But Ellie didn’t like to think about those sorts of things, the things that stayed unspoken between you. That had stayed that way since you met. Honestly, Ellie wasn’t even sure you noticed it. She knows she tries not to. She tries to lock all the little things away in the little box in her brain labeled ‘DON'T GO THERE!’

But when Ellie was alone, when you did things like not answer her for a while, or you two get into a small banter— she knows her reactions weren’t exactly normal. She knows that the anger in her stomach that builds with each moment you don't text her back isn't exactly normal. But as always, Ellie pushes it down. Plays it off to herself as dramatic girl friendships, something Joel used to always say about you and her when another argument left her in a shitty mood.

Yea, that’s all it was.

So she tucked her chin into a pillow, pressing play on the movie by herself, pulling out her journal from its place under her pillow to begin doodling in.

Like always, the pencil begins to leave lines of you. Today it was your sweatshirt that you tugged all around today. Ellie knew it as her own, one you had stolen from her all the way back when she was a senior. She isn’t sure you remember it, but she surely does. She remembers it whenever you pull it over your arms or stuff it in your backpack. You took that thing everywhere when it was cold enough, and Ellie always noticed.

She huffs, scribbling over the sketch with hard pencil marks, ripping through the paper as she writes in bold, messy letters, ‘Don't go there with her.’ Ellie forced the journal closed, doing her best to focus on the screen.

Halfway through the movie, she fell asleep, head pressed halfway on the pillow, her phone still empty from notifications.

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