racing has always been in ellie's blood, in her bones. it's who she is, nothing can change that.

its always been her favorite thing. the adrenaline rush when she's speeding down the roads in a random town she's only gonna be in for an hour, it's always been hers, only hers.

ellie met you a few years ago, you've come to most of her races after you found out about it, but she's never gotten around to asking you out. relationships weren't her thing, not because she wasn't interested in loving someone, but just because she wasn't good at them.

but then she fucked up one night. she'd won a race, and a lot of her friends— including you— went out to celebrate. only… one thing led to another, and ellie woke up with you curled up against her, completely naked.

she didn't regret it, that's the last thing she felt. she was just scared for a while, thought you could do better, but she didn't want to push you away. ellie held you close that morning, and every morning after that, treating you like her girlfriend even before she asked to be official.

ellie remembers the exact moment she fell in love with you, too. it was the middle of the night, speeding on the highway in her mustang with you sitting up on your knees in the passenger seat, hands raised out of the sunroof, the wind blowing in your hair. she remembers stealing glances at you, laughing at how cute you were, dragging you down by your wrist so you wouldn't get hurt, kissing you quickly when no other cars were nearby.

she knew she'd never be able to let you go after that night. ellie had a new favorite thing, you in her car, so free and beautiful. and just like racing, you were hers, too. only hers.

and ever since she got with you, she's won every single race you've been to. says you're her good luck charm, her ladybug, if you will. you even got her a necklace with a ladybug charm on it, and she never takes it off, it's always hidden underneath her shirts.

tonight, she had another race. she was standing in front of you before the race, hands on your hips, keeping your hips flush against hers, "wish me luck. watch the whole thing, babe, i need my ladybug."