Ellie Williams X Female Reader

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1 year ago

AUGH RIP MY SOUL OUT WHY DONT YOU AAAAAAAA

✦ INVISIBLE STRING THEORY →【ELLIE WILLIAMS】→ CHAPTER THREE

pairings: modern!marine ellie x reader

summary: the marines didn’t ruin ellie. ellie ruined ellie. after being medically discharged she feels lost. being sent to live with joel is more of a last ditch effort to save her and less of a fun reunion for the father-daughter duo. jackson is worlds different than chicago, but the fresh air and sprawling countrysides are a welcome reprieve. ellie finds herself finding comfort in more than just the change in scenery though. after losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting ellie williams. the two of you figure out that you have more in common than just the fact that she and your girlfriend were both marines though. tethered by some invisible string, the two of you meeting has to be fate. who would have known that you were the golden ticket to ellie’s recovery?

warnings: eventual smut! lots of tension building and mutual pining. ellie falls first and hard. small town girl meets a frightening, strong ex marine. TW: talk of panic attacks, ptsd episodes and death. come for the ellie smut and stay for the plot and fluff. (A/N: here we are, the meat and potatoes. the fic is really kicking off. . . and they're already flirting?! ellie is so touch and affection starved that she nearly jumps out of her own skin every time you even look at her.)

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In that halfway space between waking and sleep it was hard to discern what was real and what wasn’t. Your bed felt warm, sheets still tangled around your arms and legs. The weight of your blanket on your chest could easily be confused with another’s body, and so you felt yourself smile. Warm, happy, safe-

Abby was behind you, her limbs expertly twisted around yours like she’d done it a thousand times before. . . and she had.

Slowly you opened your eyes, staring blankly ahead of you into your pitch black bathroom. You recognized the fresh scent of your shampoo, and felt the way your hair still clung to your hot cheeks- wet from your shower the night before. It was like you were suspended in a memory, everything all soft and fuzzy around you. The dots weren’t perfectly connecting, and still you were happy. For a second you just laid there, unable to look down at the hand you could feel so vividly at your waist. Would you see Abby’s knuckles when you looked down? Would you see the rubber promise ring she had insisted on wearing? Everything always had to be even and fair with her.

This morning felt familiar. Like you’d lived it before. Your breath left you in a rush when the bed creaked behind you.

“Abby,” God, she was back. She was back and she was right behind you. “Baby?”

There was a soft groan and then the arm tightened, bringing you into a warm chest. Her bicep squeezed your arm tightly against her shoulder, and all at once you were tucked in so tight. Confusion tugged at your features, and you mulled over exactly why you were clinging to her arm so tightly.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered against your hair, her voice still thick with sleep. Still, her fingers stroked at your bare stomach.

“I had a nightmare,” You mumbled, trying to recall exactly what had plagued you just seconds ago. You can’t remember now that you’re safe here. . . safe with Abby again. “You were gone and I was all alone.”

Those moments came back to you in flashes. The ache, the constant pain of losing her, the “learning to live without her” that crushed you entirely. You turned around in her grasp, nuzzling your nose into the crook of her neck. You took deep inhales, trying to still your rising panic. You could feel the steady beating of her heart against your cheek, the warmth of her bare breasts against your collar bones.

“I was gone?” She raised a hand, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, a few golden strands falling onto her forehead as she moved her head against the pillow beneath her. “You can tell me about it if you want.” She offered supportively, petting your back in slow circles.

You don’t know why. . . but you missed those circles. It felt like you’d been without them for weeks. Months.

“I-I got a phone call. . . and they told me that you’d died,” Your bottom lip quivered, your eyes filling with tears. You couldn’t help but laugh pathetically at your unnecessary hysterics. Abby was right here. Everything was okay. “It felt like the longest nightmare I’ve ever had. It was horrible.”

“You did so good though.” She whispered, her hands still stroking.

Your muscles tensed, and slowly you moved your hand up her side, fingers brushing against her skin. You pressed a soft kiss against the underside of her breast, a tear breaking free past your lower lashes. This moment suddenly felt fleeting.

“I did?” You questioned, pulling away to look at her.

She was so beautiful. Like an angel had fallen from heaven and landed right in your bed. The sun was just beginning to rise, setting the line of trees just outside of your window ablaze. She was diaphanous and golden laying there beneath you. You were so lucky. You could barely breathe when she looked up at you like that, her eyes so thick with pride and love.

“You did, baby girl. You stayed so strong.” She cracked a small smile, but it looked pained. Like she was also realizing that the two of you couldn’t exist here forever. “I need you to keep it up though, alright?” You couldn’t feel her hand on your back anymore, nor the softness of the sheets.

“Please,” You sobbed out, reaching out to cup her cheek. She didn’t feel like anything. Like your hand was molded around a pocket of open space. Nothingness. She was about the size of the palm of your hand now, her urn sitting on the mantle in your living room. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Her blue eyes stared up at you, proud and unwavering in their convictions, as they always were. . . always had been. “I’m never far. Pinky.” Promise.

And then you were in your bed again, the alarm on your phone blaring.

“Abby?” You mumbled, and you didn’t have to turn over to realize you were alone.

Ellie was good at putting pressure on herself. It had always been a form of motivation, as cruel as it seemed. She couldn’t let today be awful. No episodes or meltdowns and no long bouts of silence. You were pretty and it really seemed like you could use a friend.

Ellie could use a friend too.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d shown interest in a girl. She’d always been career driven with a one track mind. She was good at overworking herself and running herself dry. She hoped that you’d be able to use that to your benefit today. Ellie wanted to lose herself in something. . . in someone. She wanted to be useful for the first time in what felt like a long, long while.

So she woke up at the butt crack of dawn and took a shower. She kept her eyes shut tight as she washed herself and didn’t even bother to towel dry her hair before she was pulling on an outfit. Thick droplets of water stained the shoulders of her jean button up as she tied up the laces on her boots. She focused on one shoe at a time, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. Every once and a while her brain would wander, hellbent on self destruction, but with a small groan she’d remember the sadness in your eyes.

She’d remember who she was before the accident.

She moved down the stairs as quietly as she could, praying that Joel’s dog wouldn’t start barking once he realized that his new best friend was leaving the house. The keys to her old car were on the rack beside the front door, right next to Joel’s flashy new pair. He’d told Ellie over dinner that he’d been maintaining the beat up old Jeep the best that he could, meaning she at least had a little bit of freedom while she was back home.

She locked the door behind her, the cool morning breeze stinging against her wet ears as she gracelessly stumbled down the stairs, juggling the bulky set of keys in her hand. A huge metal spaceship that Joel had stuffed into her Christmas stocking senior year, a neon green carabiner she’d bought at one of the gas stations closest to her school, and a few other childish charms that she couldn’t place any meaning behind swung from the nearly ancient keychain. Her sense of self expression and style back in those days was tacky to say the least, but she appreciated child-Ellie nonetheless.

“You poor child.” She teased under her breath, climbing into the driver's seat and shoving the key into the ignition. She sucked in a breath and held it before cranking it up.

To her surprise, the clunker started right up, though the engine shook the steering wheel a little when she put the thing in reverse down the driveway. She hadn’t driven a car since that night at the gas station. It felt a little weird to be behind the wheel, but even stranger to be back here. Jackson was a beautiful place. . . but it didn’t feel the same way that it had before. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her age or the changes that were happening inside of her. The streets still looked the same, aside from some very minor changes to neighbor's houses. She barely paid any attention to her surroundings when Joel had driven her through town yesterday, and she was a bit scared to see the differences. She didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts or do any soul searching, so she reached out for the radio, pressing play on whatever CD had been shoved into it last.

Depeche mode began to blast over the speakers, and she let out a small sigh of relief. At least her music taste wasn’t horrible in high school.

But it was no wonder she didn’t have a girlfriend. Ellie wouldn’t have dated little Ellie either, that was for sure.

She felt a bit crazy to be driving in the opposite direction of town. Back when she lived here, town was the only place she was headed when she was allowed out of the house. It was no wonder why the two of you had never really crossed paths. She used to complain about how far off in the “middle of nowhere” Joel lived, but your farm had his ranch beat by fifteen minutes. The houses got fewer and farther in between, and despite how much Ellie truly did enjoy the city, she couldn’t deny how beautiful the countryside was. The sprawling fields, grazing animals, and splattering of wild flowers had her rolling down the windows of her car, ignoring the chill so that she could get a better look of her surroundings.

Even the air quality was better in Jackson.

She’d been down this road a few times in her life, having been in the backseat of Joel’s car every single time. She recognized your home from her memories, but your last name didn’t mean much to her back then. She slowed her car down to a crawl, staring at the large sign that sported your family name proudly.

Ellie would be proud of the farm too if it were hers. She bumped down the drive five minutes earlier than you had told her to show up, staring with wide eyes at your house. It was two stories with a balcony- white with green shutters. The wrap around porch was screened in, protecting you and any guests you might have over from bugs that thrive in the summertime heat.

Your stretch of land belonged on a painting, and for a second she worried if maybe she wasn’t the right friend for you. This house was too nice and Ellie. . . Ellie wasn’t very nice at all. She'd only talked to you for five minutes yesterday, but she got the feeling that you were a "good girl". You were wholesome, which wasn't how anyone in Ellie's life would choose to describe her. She slowly made her way up your front steps, and for a second she wondered if she should leave. It would probably be better if she did. Ellie could always just lie and tell Joel that she couldn’t find your house. . . he’d probably drop it after insulting her about her bad sense of direction.

Ellie couldn’t afford to get a crush on anyone right now either. It was horrible timing, and what would be worse is if you actually ever returned those feelings. How was she supposed to explain to you that she wouldn’t ever make a good partner? She couldn’t protect you from anything, not when any loud sounds or bright lights had her falling to her knees. She was careerless, depressed to the point where she had completely lost who she was, had a drinking problem, and was quite certain that she’d combust the second you’d touch her. She was touch and attention starved, but hadn’t remembered that she was even able to desire someone until she’d seen you yesterday-

You’d be dodging a bullet if she hightailed it right off of your property. So she turned on her heel and stared at her boots as she began walking back down your stairs. Her feet kicked up dirt as she made her way back to her jeep, hand already reaching into her pocket for her keys-

“Did I not hear you knocking on the door?” A feminine voice called out to her.

She sucked in a breath so hard that she let out a loud cough, eyes widening as she turned around to face the porch. You were wearing a pair of dirt stained jeans today, though your hair was fastened back with a white bow. Ellie, despite her previous need to protect you from herself, couldn’t fight off the urge to get closer. There was something different about you today. You were a bit manic, your hands already busying themselves with straightening out a few of the potted plants on your porch. You seemed a bit anxious, but you didn’t comment on it so neither did Ellie. Any boundaries you had yesterday with her were gone. You flashed her a wide smile, sauntering up the drive so that you could wrap her up in a tight hug.

Your arms were shaking as they weaved around her neck, pulling her in close. She froze, limbs locking up in surprise as she tried to fully grasp what was going on. You were treating her like an old friend, someone you were excited to see. Ellie didn’t know why you’d be so happy to see her. . . but then again, she was happy to see you. She remembered what Joel had said last night.

Maybe you were sick and tired of being alone.

Your bare arms were cold too- freezing as her fingers accidentally brushed the backs of them. Ellie realized that she had gotten here just in time. If anything, she cursed herself for not showing up twenty minutes earlier, if only to save you from whatever had you this shaken up.

“I probably knocked too quietly. Should have knocked louder, huh?” She mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek as she gave you a gentle squeeze.

She wasn’t used to holding someone like this that wasn’t Dina or Jesse. You felt nice in her arms. Your muscles weren’t hard or rigid like hers, you were all soft and rounded edges. Gentle curves and arms ready and willing to embrace her. Flushed cheeks and silk bows. You smelled wonderful too- sweet and floral, like Jasmine mixed with honey. She didn’t want to let you go, and you didn’t seem ready to end the hug either.

You were still quivering.

“Yeah, you should have.” You agreed, giving Ellie one last squeeze before taking a few unsteady steps back.

You hadn’t been completely sure whether or not she would show up today. Waking up this early was a lot to ask of anyone, let alone someone you had just met yesterday. Still, a part of you had hoped that she would be here. On days that were this bad you found it impossible to work, no matter how busy it kept you. You often spent “mental health days” laid out by Abby’s grave or buried six feet under pillows and blankets in what used to be your shared bed.

Ellie’s presence changed things.

So you squared off your shoulders and cracked her a wide smile, praying that it looked genuine and not forced.

“Let’s hop in my truck and I’ll take you on a little tour of the property before we get started.” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched the woman take a few steps closer to you.

Ellie looked like she wanted to say something but was holding herself back. You weren’t sure whether or not you would be able to handle her prying or the pity that would follow.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, wishing so deeply that you hadn’t woken up at all this morning. Ellie was beautiful- gorgeous even. You would have been head over heels if you had met her years ago, before. . . well, before Abby happened. Still, her beauty wasn't enough to completely distract you from your grief. A part of you felt guilty for even finding her attractive as you slid into the front seat of the truck.

Maybe that was why you’d had such a strange dream last night. Or maybe. . . maybe it wasn’t a dream at all. Maybe it really was Abby trying to tell you that it was okay to move on. That was confusing to even think about, and it made you count the months since her death on both of your hands, trying to gauge if enough time really had passed. You didn’t want to be alone anymore, but the thought of being in love with anyone seemed like an impossibility. Everything was broken. How could you ever love anyone the same way that you loved Abby? You’d just be doing that other person a disservice.

That’s right, you were cursed.

You could feel Ellie’s gaze on the side of your face as you made your way down the dirt road, up towards the hen houses. You blinked a few times, the apples of your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Slowly you met her gaze, lips twitching up in a small smile as she quickly looked away from you, nervous over having been caught.

“My dad built ten large coops, so this whole fenced-in area right here is where the chickens graze.” You stopped the car and put it in park, keeping the old thing running like you usually did during your quick morning chores. Sometimes the poor truck had a hard time starting back up, and you’d probably burst into tears if your newfound friend had to walk a half mile back to the house with you.

“Do you guys have any problems with foxes?” She asked, keeping up with your fast pace as you unlatched the front of the fence for the both of you.

Your nose wrinkled in disgust, and you were quick to throw your arms up exasperatedly.

“Oh god, do we! I had to get someone out here to change out the fence just six months ago because one of those little fuckers had somehow managed to dig it’s way into their area. Killed seven of my poor girls.” You remembered how angry you were when you’d pulled up to the coops that morning. Burying seven dead hens wasn’t a pleasant experience for you, but it wasn’t something that was new. Still, you hated knowing that they’d suffered in their final moments.

“Jesus, I’m sorry.” Ellie looked around the area, finding it impossible not to notice how well kept everything was. The coops were freshly painted, the grass was gorgeous and plush- bright green under her feet. Truly, your farm was an oasis. She’d never seen anything quite like it before, and you'd barely even started the tour.

“Can I hold one?” She asked meekly, smiling up at you shyly as you turned to look at her. You didn’t exactly take her as the type of girl that would want to hold a chicken, but you were happy to oblige her.

“One of my mamas just hatched a few chicks. Would you want to hold-”

“Yes.” She quickly added, jogging off in the direction that you were pointing, eager to hold anything tiny and fluffy that you had to offer.

You were shocked at the laugh that bubbled its way out of your chest. A genuine, good natured laugh that you found hard to contain as she began impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for you to catch up.

“Didn’t take you for a chicken lover, city girl.” You teased, unlatching the door for her so that she could make her way inside.

The hens squawked excitedly at your appearance, realizing they’d be able to eat their fill of grass, bugs, and dried corn. A few ran over, crowding at your ankles. Rows and rows of nests were lined up along the walls. In the back of the coop were a few small rectangular doors that you could open, which was what you used to harvest eggs. Your dad’s old coops didn’t have anything fancy like that, so you grew up having your hands pecked at. You used to run back home to your mother with blood bruises and angry, raised skin.

“I love chicks.” Ellie said simply and the double meaning wasn’t lost on you.

As if on cue one of the chickens began pecking at the woman’s ankles, earning a small hiss of surprise from her. You snorted, biting your lip so that you wouldn’t laugh at her expense. “I can’t say the feeling is mutual, apparently.” You added playfully, looking around for the yellow poof balls.

“Old news.” She was smiling at you, and something in your chest began doing awful, uncomfortable flips. For a second you even felt a bit nauseous.

Ellie wasn’t Abby, but there was something similar about the two of them. The short haired girl seemed capable and strong. There was a physical sort of confidence in the way that she walked that told you that she knew how to handle herself. You watched as she shoved her hands in her pockets, shoulders squared off, feet shoulder length apart- and it had your lips parting.

Still, you remembered Joel talking about his daughter. . . saying that she was military. You couldn’t remember which branch she belonged to, but you could tell that she was well trained. You tried to imagine what Ellie would look like if she was put in a situation where she needed to protect herself, and you found a shiver running up your spine.

There was a coldness that had been in her eyes when the two of you had first met that had chilled you to the bone. You saw none of it when you looked into her eyes now, but. . . still. . . the thought terrified you. Had those capable hands ever killed anyone before?

You felt horrible even thinking that, even going as far as to give your thigh a small slap in punishment as you bent down, knees digging into the wood shavings and hay. The chicks didn’t seem off put by your small scowl. They saw you and instantly thought “food”, which had them clumsily running in your direction. You hadn’t heard her walk up beside you, only felt the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt brush against your arm as she sat back on her haunches beside you.

“It won’t scare them if I pick them up, will it?” She asked gently, slowly reaching a hand out so that she could brush it against their plush down feathers. They chirped contentedly, unaware of what “danger” even meant yet. You were guilty of babying your chickens, meaning none of them were scared of humans. They pecked at you when they were annoyed, but were never violent per say.

“Not at all. They might seem a bit unhappy, but it’s only because they’re hungry.”

You pressed your hand to your cheek as you watched the woman pick one of the chicks up, holding the tiny thing tightly against her chest so as to not drop it. There was something almost comical about seeing the woman look this gentle, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried not to hurt the tiny thing. It was adorable. Which was terrifying for you.

You were once again reminded of your dream. . . and you didn’t think you were ready to let Abby go. Not even when Ellie looked up at you excitedly, using her free hand to gesture towards the small creature in disbelief. Almost like she was scared that even talking would frighten it.

“So what do we do now?” Ellie asked, putting the chick down so that she could stand back up. You followed her lead, making your way back over towards the door.

“We open up all the doors and let them walk around for the day. I usually come back and get them back in their coops by sundown.” You let her know, leaving the door wide open as you moved coop to coop.

Ellie helped you, cutting down the time in half. The two of you were back in the truck in record time. You showed her the fields where you planted corn in the late summer to get ready for early fall. You pointed out the small flower garden you had taken upon yourself to cultivate, and then you pulled up to the green houses. Her jaw went slack as she took in all of the buildings.

“You do all of this yourself?” She needed to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Sure, she was no farmer, but even someone like her knew just how much work this must be for you.

She couldn’t imagine you doing this all day, every day all by yourself. It kinda made her chest ache a bit for you. So when you nodded she took it upon herself to climb out of the truck, eager to do something to lighten the burden for you.

As the two of you approached what appeared to be the oldest of the greenhouses, she couldn’t help but realize that she’d been with you for about an hour. . . and she felt great. Better than great, she felt normal. She had been sent out here so that she could recover, and while she didn’t quite understand what that really and truly meant, being here with you felt right. Being around the animals felt therapeutic, and while Joel might have told you a little bit about her in passing, you didn’t know enough about Ellie to pass any sort of judgment or feel any sort of pity.

Even so, Ellie wasn’t sure she’d be against telling you about what happened. Something told her that you would be understanding. You knew what it felt like to lose people, and she was sure that you had regrets somewhere along the line. Everyone does when it comes to losing loved ones.

She hated that you had suffered enough to understand where she was coming from, but loved that she wasn’t alone for once.

The two of you walked in silence, and there was a heaviness in your eyes that let her know that you were thinking about something serious and sad. Ellie wondered whether your father was on your mind this morning. . . or perhaps your girlfriend. It wasn’t her place to ask, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to.

“Want to help me water them?” You finally asked, motioning towards the tables of plants.

She nodded, but quickly turned to face you. She couldn’t count how many green houses you had on top of this one.

“Do we water all of those plants too?” She felt stupid the second that she asked the question, but even more so when you began to giggle.

Sounding stupid was worth it to hear the sound, so she sucked it up.

“Those green houses are newer and have a built in sprinkler system. We just have to worry about this one, thankfully. We’d be here all afternoon if not.” You began to head in the direction of the hose so that you could turn it on, your stomach tightening with hunger.

You knew the second you got back to the house and made breakfast that you’d be nauseous though. Bad days like this were always the same. You were hungry but you couldn’t eat. You wanted to distract yourself but nothing would work. You wanted to talk to someone but didn’t have any friends that you trusted enough to actually. . . onload on, and you were sick of your mom crying on your behalf.

“So you’re staying with Joel now? For how long?” You decided to make small talk as you handed her the hose, walking along with her as she painstakingly paid attention to every sprout.

She licked her lips before answering you, eyes flickering in a way that made you think that she might feel a bit nervous.

“I was. . . sent here. It’s not like I don’t love being home, because I kinda do. It’s just not something that I exactly chose for myself.” That didn’t feel like the whole truth, but you supposed that she would tell you whenever she was ready.

You played with the raw hem of your old t-shirt, suddenly anxious that you might have put her in a bad spot. Still, you found yourself wanting to know more about her.

“Do you have an addiction problem?” You realized how inappropriate it was to be so blunt. Your mouth went bone dry with panic, and you were quick to grab her hand, shaking your head. “A-All I’m trying to say is that my uncle had a really bad drug problem for years. He’s been clean and sober since last Christmas and is doing great. I don’t judge, that’s all. I’m proud of you, if anything.”

She gulped, looking down at your hand and noticing how close your body was to hers now. She fumbled to turn the hose off with one hand, trying to get her breathing under control. It was twice now that you were touching her like this, and she hated herself for wanting to wrap you back up in a hug so bad. She was also trying not to notice how plush and kissable your lips were.

You smelled great too, which made it hard for Ellie to think.

“Yeah, I guess I have a bit of an addiction problem,” She mumbled, but shrugged her shoulders soon after, contradicting herself. “But that’s not really why I’m here.”

Ellie would have to tell you eventually, she supposed. If the two of you were going to be as good of friends as Joel wanted, then she’d have to fess up eventually. It was better to get it out and in the open now rather than later. Plus. . . if she had some sort of a breakdown then maybe you’d be more understanding if you knew why it was happening.

“My therapist tells me that I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was in the Marines and I had a really bad accident. So. . . it was hard for me to live alone.” Ellie stared down at a long-dead leaf on the ground and bent down to pick it up, gently playing with it’s crinkled edges.

“Did you have panic attacks? I have those sometimes too.” You wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone, as stupid as it might sound.

You wanted to relate to her without telling her that your girlfriend had also been a Marine. She was being vulnerable with you, and the last thing you wanted to do was make this moment about you by bringing up your deceased girlfriend.

“Yeah. . . Yeah, I have those a lot. Sometimes I lose track of time- disassociate. It’s scary for others to deal with, so my friends thought that it would be best if I were with Joel. There’s less triggers here than back in Chicago.” You could tell that she was still uncomfortable with the subject matter, but she was powering through.

Ellie appreciated that there wasn’t a hint of judgment in your tone. You genuinely seemed curious. . . and talking about herself like this felt good. Validating, even.

“What triggers you? I just want to make sure that I don’t overstep or accidentally do anything wrong-”

“No, no. You’re fine. It’s more so loud noises and bright lights.”

“So no gunshots?”

“Guns aren’t too bad. . . it’s more so car crashes. Explosions, you know?”

Your mouth went dry. You did know. It’s how Abby died, afterall. You hated that Ellie had gone through something similar. Your heart ached for her.

“Is that how you got this. . . ?” You began to brush your fingers against the scar over her eye. You froze as she flinched, guilt bottoming out your stomach as you quickly yanked your hand away.

She reached out to take your elbow into her calloused hand before you could drop your palm back down at your side, and pressed your fingers against the skin herself. Her skin was still soft, but raised and jagged. You’d never felt a scar this deep before. Still, it was warm under your touch. Alive.

The moment felt oddly intimate, and you kept your fingers there for a few seconds too long before dropping your hand back at your side. Ellie felt like she was going to explode. No one had ever wanted to touch her scar, let alone been allowed to.

“Yeah, It is.” She cleared her throat, grabbing one of her arms in her hands nervously. She was starting to realize that she didn’t mind being seen by you. “I’m legally blind in the eye now, which has been pretty hard to get used to.”

“So you can’t see at all out of it?” You questioned, beginning to walk back over towards the repotting station. You’d noticed a few sprouts that were getting a little too big for their pots, and the last thing you wanted was crowded roots.

She followed after you like a lost puppy, hot on your trail. “I can see shapes and colors. Movement, and everything. But if you held up your hand and asked me “how many fingers am I holding up”, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.” She’d practically had to relearn how to do everything again, as dramatic as that sounded. Losing the vision of one eye affected a lot more than one might think.

“Oh, shit.” You remarked, nose wrinkling up in sympathy. You couldn’t imagine how hard that must have been on top of dealing with the mental anguish of the accident.

“ ‘Oh, shit’ is right.” She agreed with a small smile, leaning her hip against the table as you began laying out the necessary supplies. She watched your hands as they moved expertly around the table, eyes locked on your fingers. “I used to be beautiful.” She joked absentmindedly, alluding to the scar that now marred her features.

“You’re still beautiful.” You said, fully concentrated on the task at hand.

You didn’t realize the weight that your words carried, nor Ellie’s reaction to them. She felt like a giddy teenager. She couldn’t stop herself from fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt. She was smitten.

You were the first person to treat her like an actual human being since the incident. This was the most alive she’d felt in almost a year. . . and she was talking about things. Not like she might talk to her therapist, it was different than that. She was talking to someone that wanted to get to know her, not just to diagnose her, but to understand her. It felt good. Really good. Sickeningly good.

And you thought she was beautiful.

“Do you want to help me repot these little guys?” You asked, motioning towards the tiny pots.

She was scared of killing your seedlings but nodded anyway, desperate for your approval. Ellie watched as you demonstrated the entire thing for her, praying to god she wouldn’t forget a step.

The two of you stood shoulder to shoulder, shaking out roots and gently tucking the plants into their new homes. It was calming- melodic, almost. The constant motion, the gentle noises of the wilderness all around you. Ellie could even feel herself getting good at it. Not as good as you, of course. . . but she wasn’t as bad as she thought she would be.

You watched as she rolled her sleeves up and over her forearms, taking a second to appreciate her hands. Once again, you felt guilty for being so attracted to her. Strands of auburn hair had fallen out from behind her ear and hung in her pale face as she focused on her task. Her strong hands worked methodically. Her veins, her knuckles, her forearms and biceps- Ellie wasn’t just beautiful but gorgeous.

‘Give me a sign, Abby. If I’m not reading too far into last night's dream. . . then just give me some sort of a sign.’ You thought to yourself, eyebrows furrowing as you packed more dirt around the seedling in your hand. You felt like you were being horrifically dramatic, but what else could you do?

You felt idiotic. Delusional, even.

Beside you Ellie continued to work, completely unaware of your building turmoil. Pot after pot, she was really getting the hang of it. Pack down a layer of dirt, shake out roots, pack dirt on top- repeat.

She reached out for another one of the black plastic pots, sliding it over in front of her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t hear the rattling. She’d been so close to covering up whatever was at the bottom with dirt, but the sunlight caught whatever it was just right.

It sparkled.

Ellie pinched the object between two dirt coated fingers, her eyebrows practically raising up to her hairline as she realized that it was a ring. A valuable looking one, at that.

“Uh. . . is this yours?” Ellie asked, showing it to you.

You blinked a few times at the ring, scared for a moment that you were hallucinating, because things like this only happened in movies. People asking for signs from the other side only for a ghostly apparition to pop up on screen.

Still, that was your promise ring in Ellie’s hand.

Your bottom lip quivered, eyes filling up with tears before you could even stop them. You reached out with gentle fingers, taking it into your hand graciously.

“Thank you.”

And you weren’t sure if you were talking to Ellie. . . or Abby.

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5 months ago

shower thoughts

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ellie williams x reader

summary: a lazy shower after a slow morning with ellie leads to contemplation of your continuously budding relationship.

(implied homophobia from parents; established lovers)

a/n: not sure how i feel about this one lol ,, i might have to release something else soon to make up for how short it is

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Your hair sticks to the back of your neck and back in wet clumps. The light touch of Ellie’s lips to your skin is soothing as she kisses your shoulder, then the space between your shoulder blades, her mouth just barely grazing your skin.

It was a slow, quiet Saturday. Both of you had woken up in the early hours of the afternoon, and, after a couple more hours of burrowing under the covers like mice, decided to wash off your grogginess in the shower. It was nice, sleeping over at Ellie’s. Sure, her bedroom was always a mess, with comics strewn around the carpet and charcoal somehow smeared across her walls, but that gave it character. It was all so Ellie.

“D’you think we’d still be here even if I didn’t slip you my number at that coffee shop?” you murmur suddenly, barely audible over the sound of the showerhead.

You were feeling thoughtful as it neared half a year together as a couple. It was strange to think back on how you two had met now that you had come so far. After seeing Ellie, a then stranger, a couple of times at your favorite little coffee shop in the city, you had finally decided to bite the bullet and approach her after some hyping-up from a friend. That was back in March of last year. It was December now, and the two of you had been going steady since that summer after your first introduction.

Ellie kisses at your nape silently for a moment. You can tell that she’s pondering your question even if you can’t see her face with her standing behind you.

“Why’re we talking about this?” she asks softly, though not accusatorially. Her fingers come up from your waist to play with the stands of hair at the back of your neck, pushing the hair away from the damp skin and gingerly wrapping the strands around her fingers.

You don’t reply for a long time. You just relish in the feel of your girlfriend standing behind you in that tiny old shower, in the feel of the hot water pouring down against your front from the shower head, burning your skin deliciously.

“I almost didn’t do it,” you finally admit, letting your eyes close and dipping your face slightly so that the scalding water poured over it.

That was the truth. You almost didn’t approach Ellie that day. There were a couple hundred worries plaguing your mind as you had sat at your little table in the far corner of that coffee shop, squeezing your paper cup tight and hashing out the details of how exactly you were going to go about it. At the forefront of your thoughts were your parents and what they would think about their daughter asking out a girl.

That was a worry you had poured over quite a bit last year before you and Ellie first started talking, before she had sat down with you on your worn down couch in your own apartment that one night after you had nervously confided to her and gently told you, “Y’know you’re not obligated to tell anyone anything, right?”

Ellie knows about your struggle with your sexuality, with accepting yourself and with not worrying so much about others accepting you. With your parents and how hard it’s been not being able to be honest with them. The two of you had talked about it before, of course, lots and lots of times.

“I was really scared,” you admit, using your girlfriend’s silence as a cue to continue, “of what it would mean if I approached a girl. Of what it would mean if I approached you.”

“But you did it,” Ellie murmurs into your skin, lifting her face from your nape, “You approached me in the end.”

You nod, mostly to yourself, silent for a moment. “I did.”

Ellie kisses your skin again, nimble fingers rubbing at your naked sides as the water streams over the two of you. You swear to yourself that this is as close to serendipity as you’ve ever been — under the hot stream of the shower-head with your girlfriend, hidden away in her tiny apartment away from the rest of the world. One day, you’ll have the strength to seek out more — holding hands with her outside in front of strangers, kissing her under the rain in the city center, showing her off to your parents — but, for now, you were content.

You turn in Ellie’s arms to face her and study her face carefully, taking in every single detail of it and committing it to your memory — the freckles dotting her rosy cheeks, the scar on her right eyebrow, the slight part of her pretty lips.

“You’re so pretty,” you exhale, eyes darting without purpose as Ellie’s hands move up to brush wet clumps of hair from your cheeks, “I really like you, Ellie.”

Her thumbs rest on your cheekbones, rubbing absentmindedly at the warm skin of your face. “You’re such a dork.”

Ellie’s lashes flutter though, in that way they always do whenever she’s flustered or surprised, even if she’s trained herself to maintain a mellow expression. She swallows, throat bobbing ever so slightly. You almost miss it.

She reaches for the loofah, almost as a distraction, lathering it up in the lemon shortcake scented body wash you had brought over one night because you didn’t like smelling like pine trees. Her hand moves gingerly against your neck, loofah squeezed tight in her grip, then down your bare front. It’s strangely intimate, and you let her lather you up without saying anything, gaze trained to her face. She’s looking down at her hand as she works, but her gaze flickers upwards to meet yours after a while.

“I’m glad you approached me that day.”

Her voice is soft, almost inaudible, and you can tell that her words are genuine. They melt you, and you find yourself leaning into a subtle, barely there kiss. When you draw back, Ellie’s lashes flutter again.

“I’m glad too.”

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lillysbigwilly

1 month ago

reposting because why did i write this ages ago and now i have a gf (fiancée ahhhh) and the first thing we did after getting together was get a red heart with our initials tattooed (i forgot this fic even existed until just now)

i fcking love streamer!ellie but what if reader was the streamer?! imagine ellie being a huge fan and always leaving comments during her stream. she's also internally freaking out when she meets the reader in person and experiencing gay panic, at the same time, because "holy sht she is the prettiest person i've ever seen in my entire fcking life."

okay it’s official, anon i absolutely love you, you god 🤍

streamer!reader x Ellie Williams head canons

can i appoint myself the queen of streamer!ellie head canons or is that narcissistic (leave requests my loves)

I Fcking Love Streamer!ellie But What If Reader Was The Streamer?! Imagine Ellie Being A Huge Fan And

it would 100% start off with ellie being bored shitless, hopping through tv channels, netflix, youtube etc before finally turning to a streaming sight.

she loves gaming and often finds herself on that platform however she’s never seen you before that day. you were pretty big, rolling in about 50k viewers per stream but you were more of a baking stream, qna stream person rather than gaming

however, your friends had persuaded you to play a story game for that stream. you honestly couldn’t remember the name but it was some sort of zombie apocalypse one

it was fun and ellie actually sat through your whole stream.

after that, she had subscribed (in which you read out her username and she literally almost screamed hearing your pretty voice say her name) and she watched every other stream after that

she favoured the baking ones, seeing you all dressed up with a cute lil apron on over your clothes.

and ellie liked you even more when you made weed brownies live. saying they where ‘funny’ brownies so you didn’t get demonetised

she thought you were absolutely stunning and quickly ranked up to one of your favourite fans with her silly comments and the sweetest complements on each of your streams.

plus she sent you a lot of money.

it was actually after your birthday stream that she met you in real life.

she had been watching for a little over a year and you had gone out with your friends to celebrate your birthday after a short stream

as you were walking down the road to meet said friends , you noticed a pair of eyes on you which wasn’t unusual since you were pretty well known however you recognised her face from somewhere.

ellie’s eyes widened as you walked closer to her. her cheeks flushed red as she subtly looked you up and down. gay mother fucking panic.

now the girl knew she didn’t like men and only liked women but shit did you solidify it. she had been with girls before but you were something else

“i know you” is the first words you said to ellie and her heart just about stopped beating. sure, you acknowledged her online. even becoming mutuals after a comment she left on your post made you laugh but you knowing ellie? impossible “ellie right”

she didn’t trust her voice so she simply nodded. her response made you smile.

you gave her your number, it was dangerous. you didn’t know if she would leak it or whatever but you still did it and it was the best damned decision ever.

you know what they say about lesbians moving quick as fuck. yeah that was true for you and ellie. literally going on a date one week, making it official the next and then she practically moved in after that

neither of you mind, ellie chipped in with food and rent even though you told her you had enough.

(imagine you had ended up with dealer!ellie😳 that itself is a whole other story)

she would start joining your streams, fans would speculate and obviously it was true but they didn’t need to know that just yet.

it was only when you were spotted together holding hands and kissing that i officially came out that you we’re together (celeb tearoom type shit. TMZ drama alert and all that covered it)

you would often try to correlate outfits when you streamed together, if you had pink on then so did she.

there was the usual jealous people that commented against ellie and it did hurt at the beginning. nothing a few words of encouragement and steamy nights with you couldn’t fix.

seriously though, most of your fans adored her. she was quite shy at first and saw how absolutely smitten you were with each other. obsessed with the way you looked at each other when the other looked away

cooking streams that end up being a nightmare. flour and shit everywhere.

speaking of flour. the fans realised you had a special someone in your life when flowers started appearing in the back of your streams. often hung upside down so they last longer.

you eventually get matching tattoos, little hearts on your wrists both with red ink. meaningful but not big. you were both sure you were in it forever but just in case.

(unrelated but imagine ellie with a nose ring)

your fans were nosy sure but they were damn respectful - minus the odd few. if it was obvious you were on a date, all dressed up and i’m a fancy restaurant, they will not interfere which you were super appreciative about

the fans could tell you were in love with each other from day one

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

abby + ellie (separately) and their head scratches

ellie never used to give a shit about her her until she met you. it was constantly knotty and normally greasy because honestly who gives a fuck about greasy hair in the middle of the apocalypse. that was until she met you and learnt how much you loved to run your fingers through her hair

ellie started washing her hair more, brushing out the knots so your hand could effortlessly run through the strands. she’d just lay on your lap, that was the signal. it was the way she de-stressed. your hand soothing her to a state of peace

abby always had her hair up in that gorgeous plait. you loved it, you really did so normally, you’d settle on brushing her baby hairs out of her face rather than running your hand completely through it

abby caught on though and god if she loved the subtle way she was obsessed with the real deal. she started wearing her hair down around you knowing you’d run your hand through it. it put her in a state of affection. i’m not kidding, that woman would be all over you the second you ran your hand through her strands. affectionate kisses all over your face, hee head buried in your shoulder

abby would, quite frankly, turn into a small child when she had her hair played with

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

high with my lover

(ellie williams x fem reader)

You had been dating Ellie Williams for a whole year and ten days. Life during the apocalyptic world was tough and you found solitude within each other. You were there when Joel died and there when ellie hunted down abby. That was back when you were just friends, however.

You had been there through her hardest moments and now your with her as life starts looking better.

The two of you had just re-moved into the farmhouse that you had ditched on the hunt for Abby and Ellie thought it was just about the perfect time to dig into her special stash.

The sun was setting, logs burning on the bonfire and you were cuddled under a blanket looking out at the darkening sky.

Ellie plucked the joint she had rolled an hour prior from behind her ear and leant forward slightly, carefully lighting it using the flames from the bonfire. She was the first to take a few puffs before handing it over to you, hee hand delicately places on your bare thigh as you took a drag.

Once the joint was finished with, you stubbed it out against the ever growing pile of roaches in the homemade ash tray.

The two of you just spoke until it kicked in, ellie had been building all day while you baked in the kitchen with quiet music playing in the back.

The sudden feeling of heaviness came first, your head dropping onto Ellie’s shoulder as if it was too heavy to hold up. You could feel your mouth dry up and your eyes go glossy. Looking over at Ellie, it had also seemed to hit her too

And she looked fucking beautiful

Her eyes tinted red and glossy as she looked towards you, her eyelids hooded and relaxed

“fuck you look so pretty babe” Ellie spoke, her voice raspy from her dry throat

“you don’t look too bad yourself pretty lady” You quip back, pecking her lips. To outsiders, it would have looked almost idealistic. Two young adults, both so in love with each other and at peace with there situation

And if anyone saw, they’d be absolutely correct. the sky glowing hues of pink and orange as it set in front of the pair of you leaving a soft faded colour on each of your faces.

“i love you so much” you told her, Ellie knew even if you were to never speak those words again

“yeah, i know” Ellie joked, smirking as if she was so proud of her joke. You didn’t find it funny though, gently shoving her “hey! i was messing with ya! you know i’m in love with you”

“yeah, i know” and with that, you give her the cheesiest grin you could muster up

getting high with the one you loved wasn’t the worst way to spend your time at all

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

late nights and date nights

gf!ellie instagram blurb

y/n

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y/n late nights with you are all i need in life! i could sit here forever (don’t ask how we took this picture, it took forever els.williams)

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dina.w you are sickeningly cute. seriously i’m about to throw up

els.williams my favourite thing to do (other than you;))

-> y/n ELLIE DELETE BEFORE MY MUM SEES

jessss and why were me and dina not invited…

-> dina.w because kissing wasn’t the only thing happening jesse

els.williams

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els.williams nights like these >>>> (even though i had to rip them headphones off of you)

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y/n i answered one call from my mother and you threw a fit

-> els.williams but it’s our night we said no phones :(

dina.w imma snatch your girl up ellie

-> jessss i’m right here

-> els.williams yeah… he’s right there

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dina.w didn’t invite us last time so we snuck up on them this time

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

first holiday with gf!ellie

y/n

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y/n first holiday with the love of my life, loving spending time away with you <3 (tagged els.williams)

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els.williams PARIS BABY!

-> y/n me and you in the city of love!!!

dina.w the cutest! have fun but not too much, see you soon xx

jessss PARIS! YOU GUYS ARE UN PARIS!!

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els.williams me and you until the end of time my love! let’s rule this city!

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y/n i love you🫶

-> els.williams my wife everyone

jessss wake up, fuck i front of the eiffel tower, explore, fuck again, sleep and repeat

-> dina.w your so crude

jessss

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jessss look who we surprised! the gang in the city of love! (no seriously, get me home. y/n and ellie fuck so damn loud)

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dina.w your so gross jess, they’re in love

-> jessss in love with keeping me awake at night

y/n you and dina are no better than us

-> els.williams i mean, i think they’re quieter than us

-> y/n yeah because you don’t shut up

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

dating ellie williams (instagram blurb)

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els.williams my best friend and my love all in one. 1 whole year of loving you. thanks for putting up with my bullshit for this long

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y/n I LOVE YOUUUU

dinaw bitch! one year, we all need to celebrate xo

-> y/n clubbing??!!

-> els.williams not after last time

jessss ONE YEAR ALREADY! i’m such a matchmaker

-> els.williams cupid in the flesh ladies and gents

y/n

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y/n my best friend, my nerd, my love. a year felt like seconds with you. i’ll love you today, tomorrow and always.

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els.williams your so cute i’m going to eat you

-> y/n in what way…

-> els.williams any way you want mama

-> jessss leave it for the bedroom jees

dinaw CLUBBING

-> y/n getting ready rn. come over with jesse.

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

Ellie Williams and her clingy-ness

• Now, she acts all tough and hard but when she’s around you, her sweet, loving partner, well that’s just not the case

• You often wake up with her basically acting as your duvet. i mean this girl is laying, full body, on top of you

• And when it’s not her full body, it’s her arm or leg. sometimes you’ve even woken up with just her head laying on your stomach. Ellie laying SIDEWAYS on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, just to be close to you

• She normally leaves for patrol before you even have to wake up. She, however, won’t leave unless you wake up with her and shower her with attention before she leaves

• Oh and don’t forget to promise her you’ll cuddle with her all night if she comes home safe

• When you both have a day off from your jobs in jackson, she will be right beside you all day. In bed until at least 11am, her arms wrapped around your waist as you make coffee after finally prying yourself out of bed

• Don’t even try to have a shower when Ellie is near. there is no such thing as privacy. she’s either sat on the edge of the bath, sat on the toilet as you shower or squeezing herself into the tub

• Same with going to the toilet, she will stand by the door chatting as you do your business

‘els you might as well piss for me if your gonna come with me every time i need to go’

• I think she’d be most clingy, however, if you had friends over. Jesse and Dina sat on the couch as you sit in the armchair. Ellie on patrol only to come home and find you hanging out with your shared friends

• You best believe she’s strutting right over and smooching you until your friends start complaining.

• After that, she’ll either sit on the arm of the chair, sit on the floor by your feet or her personal favourite, plop herself right down on your lap

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

Ellie Williams and her hatred for all cats (except yours)

sfw although the title can be perceived in many different ways😳

• Ellie Williams, from day one of meeting her, announced she didn’t like cats. she got attacked (scratched once) by one when she was in jackson and swore them off from that day on.

• However, when she met your three legged, brown cat, that seemed to change

• You had warned her you had a cat when she first met you, telling her it was the love of your life. in which she replied with ‘what about me?’ with this faux pouty face

• Then, she came over, you told her that your cat stayed inside. Her name was stella and she resided on your bed almost 24/7 unless, 1) you were playing with her or 2) she was going to be fed

• So, when she walked in and saw that very same described cat on the foot of your bed. she wasn’t surprised

• She was, however, surprised when you skipped over to said cat and picked her up before quickly plopping stella in Ellie’s arms.

• The cat, the beautiful fluffy thing, curled straight into ellie, her head nussled into the crook of her elbow and her tiny paw resting on her arm

• Not that she would say it, but she fell in love with your furry friend

• Although it was obvious

• Every time she’d come over, wether to stay the night or only passing by, she’d run over to your cat and cuddle it until she wanted to go back to your bed

• Stella loved Ellie and you were glad because you weren’t planning on letting ellie leave any time soon

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

haven’t written in a while so leave some requests for me to write as i’m missing it!! i can do smut but would rather soft and fluffy requests 🫶

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lillysbigwilly

1 year ago

ellie williams is the type of girl that would love them cheesy body paintings (the ones that went viral on tt) and will frame it proudly on her bedroom wall

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lillysbigwilly

2 years ago

dance with me (Ellie Williams blurb)

… or when you get hungry in the middle of the night and twirl around the kitchen whilst making food

established modern!ellie with the motherfucking farm!ellie look however picture what’re one you want

You tend to get midnight cravings and ellie, being your long term girlfriend, usually sleeps through you getting out of bed to cook. And today, you thought, was no different.

Dressed in nothing but one of ellie’s tees and underwear, you clambered out of bed and stumbled down the hallway into your kitchen. Ellie could sleep through anything so you turned on your music and prepared everything to make tomato pasta, getting extras so you could save some for the following days lunch.

Twirling around the kitchen whilst grabbing pans and bowls, Ellie watched from the doorway. Leaning her side against the doorframe with her arms crossed and a smile on her face. She was dressed in a pair of boxers and a long sleeved t-shirt that made her look so yummy.

It took a while to notice your girlfriend, it was as the pasta was on the heat when you span and saw her. You jumped a little before smiling and holding your hands out at her

“dance with me pretty girl”

Ellie huffed and pushed herself off the doorframe, she took your hands and span you around so her front was pressed against your back, her arms around your waist as you swayed to the eighties music playing on the radio

She swayed with you as you stirred the pasta into the sauce and she swayed when you put all the pasta into a tub for tomorrow. Your midnight cravings disappearing as you danced with the love of your life.

She span you once everything was sorted and you threw your arms over her shoulders, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“marry me” The brunette whispered, her voice so soft that you almost missed it under the loud music

“what?” you gaped, looking up at her with those pretty eyes she loves so much

“let’s get married”

“okay” you nodded eagerly “holy shit, yeah. okay”

“okay” Ellie grinned, picking you up and spinning the two of you around before placing you back onto your feet. A lovesick smile on her face as your eyes welled with happy tears.

“shit! i’ve got to call dina oh my god” You gasped, running to your bedroom

“babe it’s one in the morning, call her in the morning!” your fiancé called after you, groaning as she heard you screaming over the phone at your shared best friend. And, if she listened close enough, she could hear dina screaming back

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lillysbigwilly

2 years ago

can you pls write a fic of reader being new in jackson and ellie crushing on her (love ur fics btw) 💕💕💕

new in town (Ellie Williams x reader head canons)

sorry it took so long love, been busy getting drunk and stuff lmao (i’m picturing ellie as 17/18 in this however i’ve left out specific ages so imagine however old you want)

Can You Pls Write A Fic Of Reader Being New In Jackson And Ellie Crushing On Her (love Ur Fics Btw) 💕💕💕

you were travelling with your sibling when you stumbled across jackson. believe it or not but it wasn’t your original destination, your younger sibling didn’t do well with new people and in jackson, there’s a lot of them

however, two men called tommy and joel found you wandering the areas and invited you for food (you hadn’t eaten in days so you hastily agreed)

when you got there, you didn’t expect to love it as much as you did. even your sibling had made a friend within the first hour of being there.

when you met maria, she offered to give you a tour of the town. quickly checking on your sibling (who was perfectly content playing in the playground with other kids) maria took you around jackson

and god when you saw her, it was like the world stopped turning.

not surprisingly, the same happened for her too.

you were a hot mess; hair pulled into a ponytail, clothes ripped and muddy and the beat up converse on your feet were practically fallen apart. plus the scars that littered your bare arms and face where doing something for her.

she was with dina and jesse when you walked by with maria, the older woman briefly introducing you to them. she told you there names and told them yours before she continued showing you around

it’s safe to say that once you gave ellie that welcoming smile she was smitten

jesse and dina were relentless in teasing the girl.

after a year in jackson

you had gotten a lot closer to dina and jesse. so close you’d probably call them your best friends but ellie? well she usually avoided you

you weren’t sure why but dina told you she just didn’t do well around new people. come on now, you weren’t new anymore

the real reason? she couldn’t go two seconds without getting flustered and stuttering and probably blurting out the truth

so what better way than to BEG maria to place you on patrol with the girl

any luckily, she agreed. you were a strong fighter especially with a bow and ellie was good with a gun and her knife.

ellie said not one word to you the majority of the time. only brief words of directions. it was on your way back when you stopped your horse, tied her to a tree and just stood there. when ellie realised you weren’t following she turned the horse around and went back over to you

“do you not like me or something”

“what?” ellie was shocked at your question

“you never fucking pay attention to me ellie. it’s all i’ve fucking wanted”

and god when she figures out you like her back (which lets be real, takes a while) she will just run forward, take your face in her hands and kiss the loving shit out if you

when you get back to jackson, best believe everyone realises really quick

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lillysbigwilly

2 years ago

send requests baes

(literally anyone but preferably the tlou girls)

(i can also write for harry potter and criminal minds)

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lillysbigwilly

2 years ago

funny thought but just imagine ellie helping her girlfriend with bra shopping. a worker asks what she needs and she's like "oh! i'm just helping my girlfriend find a bra." they ask if she knows what bra size her gf wears, ellie cups her hands in the air as if she's holding your boobs and goes like, "about this big" HAHAHAHAHAHA 😭

OMG STOP IT I LOVE!! i didn’t know if you wanted it as a small blurb or what but have this

(not implied) dealer!ellie buying her gf a new bra

Funny Thought But Just Imagine Ellie Helping Her Girlfriend With Bra Shopping. A Worker Asks What She

it wasn’t often that ellie williams went shopping without her girlfriend there. it wasn’t that she was incapable, her girlfriend was in charge and she made that clear in the most loving way possible (wink wink) so whenever ellie went to the store alone for the first time in a while. she was terrified.

she knew what you want, the brand and the product written on the piece of paper and she had done well so far. a few bags in her hands as she entered the last store. arguably the most important as it was as a gift from ellie to you.

she wanted to buy a lingerie

okay so maybe it was a gift for herself as well but she knew how you loved matching sets under your work clothes. you said that they make you feel pretty which she obviously told you that you always were

however, things got a bit steamy the night before and ellie had ended up ripping your favourite red set so she was on a mission to get a prettier one.

she knew where you got most of your… goods from so she was stood in the middle of the bra isle lost as hell she obviously knew the way they sized bras but she hadn’t worn one in ages, sticking to sports bras

“you need help?” one of the workers asked, she looked amused probably at the way ellie just stood there dumbfounded

“oh yeah um, yeah my girlfriend she uh she wanted new lingerie so” the girl shrugged “i like these ones but i only know her size is like” she then places the shopping bags onto the floor and held her hands up to about your height and pretended to cup your boobs in her hands “that big?”

“right” the worker smirked, chuckling under her breath “don’t know the size just know you can cup em”

“uh yeah i guess” ellie looked down, visibly embarrassed and dying inside

“it’s good, my boyfriends the same. he literally cupped the bras and whatever one felt the same size, he bought. plus you can always get the receipt, return them and get the actual size”

“that’s like…”

“super smart and also extremely embarrassing” ellie nodded at the woman’s comment “come on i’ll do it with you”

so for the next half an hour, the two of them walked around the store cupping different bras that had matching underwear. she had found three sets that she loved and ending up buying them all, she even left with the workers number and the promise to go on a double date with you, her and her boyfriend one day

and when she got home, flashing the lingerie at you. you showed it off with a smile as you tried them on. the bras fit perfectly.

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