❝𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒❞; After a breakup, your brother's best friend offers guidance through guitar lessons, but the connection between you deepens, crossing the lines of friendship.
❝𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒❞; 1.7k words, reader had a bf, swearing, this is actually pretty fluffy,✂️✂️✂️, fingering (r receiving, nipple sucking (r receiving, Ellie calls u princess like once, i honestly don't knowwww😔
↳𝐀/𝐍; Ellie being bbf is mentioned like once......✊🏽 i whipped this up while I was work uhhh happy pride month u gays. be whooo u areeee 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩✂️
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It was a crisp morning, the sun just peeking over the horizon when your boyfriend shattered your heart in the most cowardly way possible - through a simple text message.
I mean- how shittier can he get?!
You found yourself unable to leave the comfort of your bed for three whole days as you grappled with the depth of betrayal. Just when you thought you were alone, your brother's best friend, Ellie, entered your room with a gentle knock on the door.
"She sat gingerly on the edge of your bed, her eyes filled with concern and empathy. Softly, she spoke, her voice a soothing balm to your wounded heart. "Hey," she began, her gaze never leaving your face, "I know this is tough, but you can't keep hiding in here forever."
Ellie's hand reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.
Her touch was soft, almost reverent, as if she was handling something fragile and precious.
Her fingers lingered on your cheek for a moment, tracing a soothing pattern against your skin.
She continued to stroke your hair, speaking in a voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I just thought...maybe you'd want some company." You stayed silent.
Ellie paused for a moment, her eyes glinting mischievously as she seemed to come to some sort of decision. "Wait right here," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. She rose from the edge of the bed and disappeared out of sight.
"I think this'll cheer you up," she said, her fingers dancing over the strings, producing a soft, melodic tune. The guitar hummed under her touch, the notes weaving a soothing, gentle melody that filled the air. (and of course she's playing take on me by a-ha.)
Ellie began to sing, her voice soft and sweet as it matched the melody of the guitar.
The words she sang were familiar, the chorus of a song you knew well.
Despite the pain you were feeling, you couldn't help but be comforted by her presence, the sound of her voice, and the gentle strums of her guitar.
Her eyes never left your face as she sang, the words seeming almost like a comforting anthem aimed at lifting your spirits.
