TW- fighting, yelling, cussing.
Wordcount: 1,124
"Y/n!"
"What?!"
"Don't get an aditude-"
"Oh my god, I just said what!"
"Ellie is here, we're leaving now-"
"I could care less."
"You're also grounded."
"Aw! So I can't go to the party tonight? Damn," you say sarcastically.
Your mom just leaves the house and her boyfriend glares at you.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT-"
"Y/n enough, come on..." Ellie says grabbing your hand.
"God I'm actually gonna fucking kill that man."
"Y/n, just calm down, ok? Let's just forget about them, alright?"
"But-"
"Shhh, no more. Okay? No more."
You nod slowly and sigh, "fine..."
"Goodgirl, now what do you want to eat?"
"Oh god y/n control yourself-"
"Y/n?"
"Hm?"
"Dinner, what do you want to order?"
"Oh- uhm, I don't mind... you decide while I get the movie ready?"
"Alright..."
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Ellie decided to order pizza because she didn't wanna have to make dinner, you guys start the movie while waiting for the food.
About 20 minute in she places her hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly.
"Oh fuck oh fuck, y/n just act cool..." you can see from the corner of your eye she's smirking...
"Fine... I'll play your game miss Ellie staple."
You sigh softly, shifting a little so she takes her hand off your thigh, you then sit up and lay your head on her lap.
"Ha.. now what-"
She hums quietly and places on hand on your hip rubbing up and down to your thigh, while she uses her other hand to comb threw your hair.
"Yeah I definitely made it worse for myself..."
Before things can go further you hear a door close and immediately just up, making eye contact with your older brother.
He looks at you confused before seeing Ellie sitting next to you and begins smirking.
Your eyes widen and you look away from him embarrassed.
He walks into the kitchen and there's a knock at the front door, get that honey, I need to use the bathroom really quick.
You nod, pausing the movie and going to the front door, paying the man and taking the pizza.
You close the door and walk into the kitchen to see your brother standing there smirking widely.
"Smirk any bigger and people will begin to think your a old pervert."
"Oh come on honey," He mocks making you hit his shoulder, rolling your eyes.
"You have a crush on her, don't you!"
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They're My Problems... Not Yours.
Fanfiction*In this story, Dr. Ellie Staple is just a regular psychiatrist and has nothing to do with the clover organization.* - After your Dads passing, your mom makes you an appointment with a psychiatrist. She's noticed that your mental health has been get...
