Most people see college!Ellie as a player and stuff but for some reason I’d see her more as an inexperienced awkward nerd.
𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄
—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—
⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ellie x reader
⌕ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw in the very last part.
⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I ran out of ideas lol but please if you have any send them to me, this is my favourite thing ever. + absolutely not proofread and my English is shit atm lol
Inexperienced/awkward ellie…..
Who’s heart race whenever you laugh at her stupid jokes, staring at your smile with roseate tinted cheeks, stumbling on her own words as your sweet giggle feels her ears.
« They’re so cute. » You said, thumb tracing her cheek « huh, w…who? » « your freckles, stupid. » « oh. hum, thanks. » she simply answered, rubbing her nape in pure embarrassment, still feeling your fingers brushing on her skin, secretly wishing they stayed much longer.
Who invites you over all the time. Playing video games together, watching horrible films — and making fun of the bad acting of the comedians— staring at her ceiling while sharing both of your playlists.
Who completely loses her mind when she sees you wandering around her room with nothing but lace lingerie covering your delicate skin.
Who turns her head away from you and smiles foolishly at herself the first time you hold her hand.
Ellie who desperately attempts to look away when you take a shower and asks her to stay in the bathroom to keep your conversation going.
Who keeps stuttering the first time she tries to explain to you the sentiments she feels about women.
Who stammer even more once you tell her that you feel the exact same.
Ellie and her bright eyes when you asks her if she wants to kiss you, to make sure she loves girls; you know, just to try.
Who kisses you so messily the first time, not knowing what to do, having to listen to your teaching.
Who covers you in hickeys because she doesn’t know how to control herself.
Who’s so so hungry when she eats you out; messily licking, spitting, sucking and groaning into your wet core, eager to try all the things she dreamed to do to you all this time.
« Fuck fuck… you’re so fucking good…. Does it feels okay? I… I never did that before but.. » « shut up Ellie just… fuck, just keep going. » you ordered, pushing her head a bit further down with your hand.
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hi there, could you write a oneshot with Ellie? Like Dina kisses ellie while dancing together but reader sees it and get sad because her and Ellie were best friend and reader thought that her feelings were mutual (turn out they are and Ellie reject dina)
𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒
⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ellie Williams x reader.
⌕ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k
⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: not proofread and last time I wrote something in English was like two months ago lmao so don’t mind the typos but I hope you’ll enjoy it babydoll !! 🤍
—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—
Slow music filled your ears as you finally arrived at the dance hall in which most people were already dancing to the current song playing, an old 80s classic, a song from another time you wish you had known. You raised your head, ready to observe the scenery from afar— such events were your favourite. You adored these types of nights, where you didn’t feel like your life was constantly threatened by all sorts of bloodthirsty and lethal creatures. Just slow music, lovely dresses, peals of laughter, smiles, and her.
Heartbeat accelerating, breathing became harder and harder with each passing second. She looked fantastic, as usual. A simple plaid shirt and black jeans; all you needed to suffocate in your own lungs, the air quickly becoming your most threatening adversary. You carefully patted your dress with your hand and took a deep breath before heading to the bar, where Ellie was.
But the closer to were getting to her, the better you realise the situation. In fact, you failed to notice one detail; she wasn’t alone here. Her arm was linked to someone else’s, a beautiful woman dressed in white, whose black hair was up in a bun, two front pieces framing her face. A smile was plastered on both of their faces, eyes glued on each other.
You stopped dead in your tracks, a strange and obscure feeling devastating your mind and body. Jealousy and envy never felt so sickening.
Defeated, you sat near the bar, where Ellie and Dina previously were before moving hands in hands to the dance floor. A whisky in hand, you couldn’t stop staring at them both. She wasn’t even looking for you, despite knowing you were supposed to spend the night with her.
And then, it happened. An endearing giggle, Dina’s delicate fingers on her freckled face and a timid yet audacious kiss on each other’s lips. It feels like watching someone take away everything you had, living the life you’ve always wanted. You couldn’t move anymore, the only thing you could do was to watch them together, tears clouding your vision.
You and Ellie have been best friends for years, spending all your nights and days at her place, watching movies and playing video games, watching her playing the guitar, secretly wishing she was yours. You always thought your feelings were returned- she was always writing songs for you, taking time to learn your favourite music to play them on Joel’s guitar, sketching your face on her journal, holding your hands during patrols… Little gestures which mean the world to you, turned out meaningless to her.
In all honesty, you barely remember busting out the door and running away back to your small house like a little child afraid of their parents. The scene was repeating over and over in your head, the way their lips touched, the way Dina closed her eyes to deepen the kiss, the way Ellie’s arms were sweetly holding her waist…
Closing your door behind you, you dropped to the floor, taking your knees between your arms to cushion and reassure yourself, finally allowing tears to swallow your dolled-up face. You shouldn't even feel this way, Ellie was never yours, not one moment, no matter what you considered was true, it was all in your head, a made-up relationship she never consented to.
But then, you heard one knock at your front door, then another.
“Jesse if it’s you please just leave me alone.” you asserted in a broken voice “It’s me, Ellie.”You heard from the other side of the door, your body instantly freezing at the sound of her raspy voice. Why was she even here? She probably saw you leaving in a hurry and thought you were ill -she knows very well how badly you can handle alcohol since you never had any before you came to Jackson.
Using the back of your hand to wipe the tears off your face, you decided to stand up and open the door only a few centimetres, allowing the pale moonlight to light up her troubled face.
“I’m okay Ellie don’t worry I just wanted to… go back home and sleep.”
“ I saw you busting out the door and I just wanted to make things clear about me and-” She started with a panicked tone, stumbling on her own words.
“I’m happy for you El’. Now please let me rest, okay? I’m exhausted from today’s patrol.” You cut her off, not interested in the end of her sentence, convinced that she would do you more harm than good. “Just-” she stopped you from closing the door on her, “Just let me talk for five seconds.” She pleaded, sincere green orbs looking straight into your teary ones. She could definitely see that you had cried not so long ago.
“ There’s nothing going on between me and her, nothing at all, I promise you.” She started in a calmer voice, her steps leading her closer to you, both of her hands finding yours to hold them softly. “I’ll never see her as anything more than a good friend.” She finished, a soft consolatory and heartfelt smile painted on her face.
“But you looked like you were having a good time dancing with her and.. I thought we were supposed to spend the night together.” You retorted, placing your forehead on hers softly, closing the small gap between the two of you. “Hey, you’re the one who was late… i was waiting for you for a good hour.”
“I was late because I wanted to be pretty for you” You answered her sarcastic comment, looking away from her, a bit ashamed by your own words. “And you look wonderful,” Ellie said with no hesitation, placing her hand on your jaw to make you look at her again. “Honestly.. a whole bird could shit in your hair I’d still find you gorgeous.” “Ellie that’s super gross.” “Yeah yeah…” She jokingly sighed, planting a small kiss on your forehead, letting the silence settle in the cold room for a while.
“Hey, I still owe you a dance.” The brunette finally said, freeing your body of her warm embrace. “Do you still have the vinyl I gave you? You know the one with those cheesy romantic songs?” She asked, already snooping through your stuff “You’re trying to be romantic?” “Always been.” She replied, turning her head to you, a playful wink thrown in your direction. “Found it! Now come here.”
Ellie placed both of your arms around her neck and positioned her own around your waist, pulling you closer to her, inhaling your sweet scent, the one you picked just for her ( well, more precisely the one she founds during one of her exploration outside Jackson.)
“Since I made things clear with Dina I would like to… you know, make things clear with you as well,” she whispered in your ear while swaying very unhurriedly to the rhythm of the music. You nodded, impatient to feel her lips on yours after all of this time waiting for her to touch you.
As expected, her lips were chapped -you honestly couldn’t even remember all the times you’ve told her to put something on her lips to hydrate them. but somehow, at this exact moment, it didn’t matter at all, it just felt too good to be true, unreal. Breaking out of the kiss, you took a second to admire her sweet features; her nose, her green eyes, her smile and god, those freckles, they’re gonna be the death of you.
“Now I understand why every girl in this shithole wants to kiss you so bad.” “ I’m simply irresistible.” She replied, planting a small kiss on your nose. “Oh shut it.”
After so many years in jail, the only thing in her mind was you. All those years in her cell, the simple thought of you is what made her not give up on life.
So, when she finally left this shithole, oh trust me she is GLUED to you. You’re cooking a meal? Sure, hope u don’t mind a pair of big arms around you waist and her head on the side of your neck, giving you little kisses.
Same at night, she is NOT leaving you alone in this big bed of yours. Always touching u, a way of another (ifyouknowwhatimean).
domestic life with (wife) eivor would be such a dream :((
want want want want need need need NEED
since this is a lovely dream, let's pretend you have a house together in this economy (i know, a tad too far-fetched) 🥺
breakfast together curled up on the garden swing she built when it's warm, and with a big fluffy blanket when it's cold
dancing together in the kitchen while cleaning up after dinner
evenings cuddling on the sofa, Eivor resting her head on your lap, all but falling asleep as you massage circles into her head
your wedding pictures framed, placed in a shrine of sorts, surrounded by little trinkets you've collected together over the years
Eivor being super into gardening, so you take semi-regular trips to a local garden centre, and don't you even think about trying to help her lift that big bag of planting soil because it's heavy and dirty
every time you see each other after spending the day apart, she picks you up and twirls you in her arms with a soft kiss
matching wife-and-wife mugs
her getting grumpy whenever you go through airport security because she is extremely reluctant to take off her wedding band
home improvements are always a joint effort, even if sometimes she ends up doing most of the handiwork and you just bring her refreshments and give her kisses (she doesn't want you to get a splinter)
you are never touching a door handle if she can help it. ever.
bedtime rituals where you take care of each other's skin
and whenever your neighbours think of happy relationships, yours is the first that comes into mind, because your love for one another sings loud and clear 🥺
The first time you both met was during a non-threatening attack at piltover by the district of Zaun. It was supposed to be fast, as simple as it can be — she was supposed to break into a grand banquet hosted by your father to steal important pieces of valuable information. Everything was going according to plan, or at least, at the very beginning.
Before her lustful eyes landed on you. God, how sweet you looked that night. Such a charming and delicate creature you were. Is this what piltover was hiding from her all this time?
And you noticed her as well. Maybe it was because she couldn’t keep her eyes off you for the entire night or perhaps because you desired her as much as she desired you. She embodied all of what your parents always prohibited you — so you gave it in.
But the night wasn’t really what Sevika predicted.
Oh, of course you both ended up fucking in your bed, bare chest touching each other’s, erratic respiration and sweet moans feeling the warm air of the room but, surprisingly — she stayed there. A hand caressing your upper back, her lips gently kissing your forehead. She stayed a little more than she was supposed to, a little more than she should have. Way more than she usually does.
You spent the entire night talking. About your dreams, mostly. But also about meaningless matters. The brilliant stars in the moonlit sky, which she barely sees, whose magnificence you tend to overlook. The fresh air, the aroma of flowers, the scars on her skin, the scars on yours.
It took her months after that, to come back to you. You shattered her limits, the ones she puts around herself. Love is a weakness. But god, it felt so good, to be loved.
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