Hi! Welcome to my wlw side blog! I'm 19 and my pronouns are she/her!!
I have written for/will write for the ladies from Baldurâs Gate 3, The Last of Us 2, Arcane and Resident Evil and maybe more đ
I am autistic so video games are a sort of special interest for me and l obsess over fictional characters quite easily lol. I'm fairly new to tumblr so l apologise if I make any mistakes anywhere! And I apologise my blog isnât the most aesthetically pleasing.
I don't consider myself a writer and I'm definitely not the most active blogger either, as I prefer to take my time with writing and post when I feel like it. This blog and any fics that I post is purely for fun and is a little self indulgent hobby, so please don't be mean :)
(This is a side blog. All actions are from my main blog, spccwbyy. I also have a COD side blog)
What I will and wonât write:
Iâm very vanilla in what I like. I love writing fluffy, domestic and silly stories
Any hurt or angst will have comfort and a happy ending
I will not write any dark fics. However, posts that may mention small dark themes will have warnings. (Example: I will not write reader in a non con situation. But I may write small nondescript references to such themes)
I am a private person. Please respect my boundaries. More rules will be added in the future
Disclaimer:
I use the label lesbian for simplicity and lack of confusion, but I really prefer queer. I donât 100% know what I am. Labels are difficult for me, but if I have to choose I would say I identify as lesbian because it fits better
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(This is a wlw arcane version of the same post I made for a different blog so if youâve seen this before, just pretend you havenât đ€)
CW: afab!reader, reader described as being able to put their legs on Viâs shoulders
Sometimes Vi can be a rough lover. She clamps a hand over your open mouth to muffle your squeals as she bites down on your shoulder, grunting into your ear. She folds you into the mattress some nights, the bed squeaks and groans as the headrest repeatedly thumps against the wall, her strap reaching places you can only dream of reaching with your fingers.
Some nights she spends what seems like hours nestled between your soft thighs, lapping you up, groaning at the sweet taste of your arousal. You fist at her hair as she sucks and licks at your sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge more times than you can count. She throws an arm over your abdomen to hold you down when you try to squirm out of her grasp. Daring to take away her meal.
It's on either of these days that you're so glad she's a master at aftercare. So willing to tend to your needs after leaving you shaking, seeing stars and blinking away tears of pleasure and/or overstimulation.
It's like a switch flips the moment she's done with you.
The softness in her eyes returns as she holds you like a precious gift. Never in her life would she ever dare actually hurting you. The very thought of it makes her sick. That's why she spends so much time soothing you and cherishing you as you come down from your high.
"Breathe, deep breaths, Angel." She softly coaxes you down from your umpteenth orgasm of the night. Her words like sweet honey in your ears, your eyes half open as you feel the muscles in your legs twitch and relax.
"You with me, Baby?" Vi whispers, a hand cupping your cheek, her thumb swiping away a stray tear that you must've shed from the overstimulation. You blink slowly a few times as your eyes focus on your lover leaning above you. Your lips curve into a lazy, sleepy smile at the sight of her serious gaze, her cheeks flushed in the low light of the bedroom.
"There she is." She murmurs, smiling as her thumb strokes over your soft, swollen lips. You reach your arms up, hooking them around her neck as you pull her closer.
"Did I hurt you at all? I didnât push you too far, did I?" She looks you over, her worries somewhat eased by your blissed out smile.
"No, no.â You shake your head slightly. âWell, maybe a little. But fuck, that was great. I feel really good.â You chuckle softly, fingers snaking through her messy pink hair.
"Good. Stay here." She pecks your cheek, trailing small kisses down your body before rolling out of bed, putting on some boxers, a loose shirt and moving to the bathroom. You close your eyes and steady your breathing as you listen to the tap running in your connected bathroom.
Vi comes back in a moment later with a warm washcloth and a glass of water that she puts on your bedside table. You feel the bed dip slightly as she climbs back in, sitting between your legs. You jolt with a small gasp as the warm towel brushes over your oversensitive clit.
"I know, babe. I'm sorry." She coos sympathetically as she cleans up the mess between your thighs. You can feel yourself falling asleep under her soft touch.
After letting you fully catch your breath, she carefully lifts you up onto a sitting position, her hands softly snaking up and down your arms.
"Arms up." She whispers gently as she slips one of her big shirts over you. You take a sip of the water she brought you before lying back down with a thump on the soft pillows beneath your head.
Still not finished her routine, Vi crawls next to you and carefully moves your legs up and down, stretching the sore muscles that were previously folded and looped over her shoulders. You giggle as you watch her stretch her back, laughing at the pops coming from her spine and neck.
After all that, Vi crawls under the covers with you, laying on her side and pulling you into her. Your back snuggly fits into the curve of her chest as she nuzzles her nose into your hair, squeezing you tight and inhaling the divine smell of your shampoo.
"You sure you don't need anything?" You ask, remembering how much sheâs done for you.
âNope. Got you right here. Thatâs all I need.â She sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your neck.
CW: afab!reader, slight degradation, overstim, teasing, use of the word âwhore,â slight Dacryphilia
(I am a virgin and I am not a writer. Apologies for the short, probably poorly written smut. There will be a aftercare drabble following this post)
You donât even know how many times sheâs pushed you over the edge tonight. Youâve simply lost count. Brain turned to complete mush as your girlfriend Vi wrings you dry, pulling each orgasm out of your shaking body as you whimper and gasp at her unrelenting hands.
âV-Vi, I ca- canât!â You whine, your breaths shudder rapidly as you claw at Viâs bare back. You truly donât know if you can come anymore tonight. Your body is spent and youâre tired, your thighs shake uncontrollably at the pleasurable pain that Vi gives to your poor, overstimulated clit.
âYes you can, baby. Just one more- câmon, you can do that.â She huffs, chewing her lip in concentration.
âI- mmhah!!â
âRubbinâ up against me like a whore as soon as I come home, begging me to make you come and now youâre done already?â Vi scoffs, shifting to rest her forehead on yours.âBit off more than you could chew, huh, baby?â She murmurs against your ear.
It feels so good, but youâre so sensitive. You try to look away, but Vi grabs your chin and pulls you back to look at her. You look up at her, your vision blurry through swelling tears. Itâs all too much.
âFuck, look at you. Poor little thing.â She pouts mockingly. âFeels so good it hurts, yeah? Oh, I knowww.â She coos, watching your lip quiver.
Vi scissors her fingers inside of you, stretching you further than before. With a sudden gasp, you clench your eyes tight, the warm tears falling down your cheeks. You come with a silent scream. Blood roars in your ears as your thighs shake and twitch around Viâs waist. Waves of pleasure crash over you as you catch your breath, your legs tingle and twitch with euphoric energy.
You open your eyes to a warm and wet feeling on your face. Vi drags her tongue up your cheeks, licking up your salty tears as you slowly come back to reality.
âViâŠâ You whisper, your voice exhausted and your body spent. Your arms drop from her shoulders to the mattress, you blink slowly at Vi.
âMm, did so well, Angel. Knew you could do it.â You shiver at the feeling of Vi slowly licking up from the salty trail on your neck to your flushed cheeks. âSo good for me.â She whispers sweetly, rewarding you with soft kisses all over your drowsy face.
omg could u write smth w jill teaching reader how to defend themselves and theyre all like playful and its all like fluffy and cute⊠ITS TOTALLY OK IF NOT!! the jill brainrot is rly bad đ€đ€
Tricking your girlfriend Jill during a spar
Anon youâre literally so valid for this. Iâve had this exact same idea for a while but I wasnât exactly sure how to write it đ« đ«
âYouâre not taking this seriously!â Jill grunts, knocking you to the ground before swinging a leg over you, straddling you.
âIâm- Iâm trying!â You laugh, trying to wrestle Jillâs hands off you. Sheâs got you pinned to the carpet, her hands holding your shoulders down while you squirm underneath her. You can tell sheâs trying not to laugh with you, biting her lip to stop the smile that grows at your silly position and contagious laughter.
âYouâre not trying hard enough. Câmon, baby. Up.â She sighs as she gets off you, holding out her hand to help you up again.
Jill has become increasingly concerned with the amount of robberies and assaults in your area. She promised to teach you some simple self defence techniques when she had time. Though before she teaches you anything, she wants to gauge what you already know. Which is how you find yourself wrestling in the living room.
âOkay, Iâm going to try and pin you again. Remember what I told you about blocking.â She taps your arm affectionately.
âGot it.â
She surges forward, reaching to grab your arms. You quickly block her, swinging her arms and stepping out of the way.
âThere we go!â She laughs, quickly moving behind you and grabbing you from behind, keeping the momentum of the spar going.
âUse your elbows, babe.â She reminds you as you wiggle in her strong arms, struggling to break away from her grasp.
You jerk your elbow back into her rib, gentle enough not to do permanent damage, but hard enough to show her you know what youâre doing.
Jill stumbles back, holding a hand to her ribs as she beams at you. âWell done!â She laughs, slightly winded as she straightens her back.
You catch your breath, taking a second to bask in her praise. It only lasts for a minute before Jill is back on you.
She grabs your wrist, pulling you against her. You can tell by her loose grip that sheâs trying not to hurt you. You know just how to take advantage of this.
You yelp in pain, grabbing your wrist as Jill immediately stops what she was doing.
âOh shit.â She freezes. âDid I hurt you? Fuck- Iâmsosorrybaby-â She panics, gently grabbing you, inspecting your arm with wide, frantic eyes. âFuck, I didnât mean to hurt you, Iâm so sorry.â
You dip your head and hunch your shoulders, avoiding her eyes as you make a show of rubbing your wrist.
âBaby, look at me.â She reaches to cup your cheek, deep regret and concern in her voice.
âAre you oka-â
You pounce on her. Jill yelps in surprise as you catch her while her guard is down. You throw the both of you down to the floor with a thump, quickly jumping on top of her and pinning her arms above her head.
Jill is shocked. Not that you got her pinned, no. She knew you could do that eventually. But by the fact that you tricked her by playing with her own feelings. You played dirty and you won because she didnât even have time to think while you wrestled her to the ground.
âYou!-â Jill cuts herself off, laughing in astonishment. You laugh with her, and what a sight she is. Messy short hair splayed on the floor, sweat slicked skin, crinkled eyes and wide smile as her chest heaves in laughter. âYou cheated!â
âI did.â You laugh triumphantly.
âGod, you scared the shit out of me! I thought I hurt you!â Her laugher turns into softer giggles. You smile down at her apologetically.
âSorry to say, thatâs not going to work with a stranger.â Jill chuckles. âStill, you got me. You won. Whatâre you gonna do now?â She raises her eyebrows in question, clearly hinting at something involving the position you have over her.
âI donât knowâŠâ You lean down, your noses brushing against each other. âTake my prize maybe?â You lower your voice to a whisper that ghosts across her open lips.
You slowly press your lips together as you slide your palms into hers, interlocking your fingers.
âMmm-â She chuckles against your lips, her toothy smile against yours. âSounds like a great idea. Weâll pick this up another time, huh?â
can you please do a vi x fem reader who go to an amusement park and ride the slingshot ride and the whole time viâs acting all tough and stuff, but then they get on and viâs the one whoâs screaming, cussing and holding on for dear life while reader is just laughing her ass off. (i just saw a slingshot vid and thought itâd be funny asf đ)
Vi pretending to be big and tough at the amusement park
Holy shit Iâve never seen that ride before. Iâm not a thrill ride or amusement park person so Iâd piss myself lowkey
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You and Vi are at the amusement park, holding hands as you walk around taking in the sights. You listen to overwhelming but exciting noises of the carnival. The screaming of people on rides, the clattering and rumble of the roller coasters, the music of the stalls, and the joyous laughter coming from the children who run around chasing each other through the crowd.
You stick close to Vi, looping your arms together so as to not get separated. All morning Vi had been hyping up this big scary looking ride called The Slingshot. Despite never being on it, Vi was adamant that this was the coolest, most thrilling, most heart racing ride you would experience in your life.
In the line she kept assuring you that itâs not too late to back out, that itâs okay if you changed your mind, that she wouldnât judge you if you couldnât do it. Truth be told, you were slightly nervous, but you stayed in line to prove to her that youâre tougher than she thinks. Youâll do it, if only to spite her smug ass.
As you get closer to having your turn on the Slingshot, you notice Vi staring up at the massive structure. You watch her gulp anxiously before she looks back down to you, obviously smiling through her nerves. Your girlfriend swears sheâs scared of nothing, that she has no silly fears of thrill rides. âYou can hold onto me if you get too scared.â She says, trying to keep up her tough persona.
You donât know why, but seeing Vi get so anxious about this ride amuses you slightly. She thought youâd be the one shaking in your boots, yet here she is, clutching your hand with a white knuckled grip as you both get buckled into your seats.
âLast call.â She chuckles to you, putting on a brave face as the operator triple checks all the safety measures. You simply squeeze her hand reassuringly and smile.
You turn to Vi and whisper. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd think youâve just been asking constantly in hopes of getting out of this.â
Before she can deny your claim, you both suddenly shoot off the ground.
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Youâve never heard Vi scream that loud before. She looks so pale youâre honestly surprised she didnât faint. You laugh as you help your pale, shaking, strong, tough looking masc girlfriend out of the ride and walk her away from the eyes of the people in line.
You give her a moment to catch her breath, her shaking hands still clutching at you, even on solid ground. Her short nails dig slightly into your skin.
âItâs over, Vi.â You chuckle sympathetically, rubbing her back as she leans against a wall, hand on her heart. âYou alright?â You ask, knowing the answer already. You can feel how embarrassed she is, how sheâs silently begging you not to laugh, not to make fun of her. Vi knows how funny she looks right now, though sheâd rather be swallowed up in a sinkhole than admit she was terrified of an amusement park ride.
After a moment of silence, Vi lets out a quiet curse.
âFuck.â She straightens up and holds a (still slightly shaking) finger at you. âThat didnât happen. You didnât hear or see anything.â
You take her hand and kiss her knuckles before interweaving your fingers together. âCâmon. Iâll let you show off and win me a stuffed animal. Will that make you feel better?â
You drag Vi around for the rest of the day, letting her show off to you at various carnival games in hopes that itâll make her feel a little better. She puffs her chest out with pride as she passes you a big bunny toy that she won from hitting some button hard enough with a hammer or something.
You laugh. Not at the silly looking bunny, but at how insistent Vi is about proving her toughness to you. Youâll have to have a talk with her about it soon. Tell her that she doesnât need to act strong around you, that sheâs already tough enough, that itâs okay to show her weaknesses. But just for today, you let her show off.
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Jill Valentine x Reader
(Unless specified, the Jill I write for will always be RE3 Remake Jill because I love her the mostđ„°)
Can you please do a Vi x Fem reader where reader is small chested and is kinda insecure about it bc reader canât wear certain tops bc they donât look good (or something like that), but Vi comforts reader and pretty much tells reader how beautiful she is and how much she loves her body no matter what, and reasons why she loves readers small chest. Just something really comforting and fluffy.
I saw someone write headcannons for Vi x big chested reader, but Iâve never seen anyone ask for reader with a small chest which is why Iâm asking bc I am apart of the itty bitty titty community đ€§
Some positive affirmations and slight body worship with Vi
Anon youâre so valid. This is based on my struggle with being self conscious about my chest and wearing V necks. And youâre so right, there definitely should be more rep for small chested peeps in fan fictionđ
CW: negative self talk, body insecurities, slight body worship, Vi is so in love with you itâs not even funny, suggestive ending
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You stand in front of your full length mirror eyeing the new deep sleeveless V neck shirt you just bought. You thought it looked gorgeous in the store, but it was only until you got home when you remembered that you donât exactly have the best history with wearing V necks. You canât shake the feeling that theyâre not made for you. That you donât have âthe right bodyâ to wear them. Realistically you know thatâs ridiculous, you know can wear anything you want. But it doesnât stop the lingering frustration of not being able to fill out the top like all the other women can, like you feel it deserves. Itâs almost like deep V necks were made for women with amazing cleavage just to show off and mock people with smaller chests like you.
Youâve tried push up bras, but they never quite work as well as people say they do. Youâve tried wearing necklaces to fill the space instead, but some anxious little creature in the back of your mind tells you that youâre just bringing more attention to the lack of breasts.
You turn this way and that, staring at yourself in the mirror. Maybe you could sew the neckline a bit higher? Maybe you should just send it back and say it didnât fit?
You didnât even notice Vi enter the room until you feel a warm hand placed on the small of your back.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â Vi asks, letting her hands glide over your arms as she moves to stand behind you. Staring at you through the mirror.
âNothing.â You huff a small laugh. âIâm just stuck in my own head.â You wave a hand, trying to dismiss her concern.
Vi places a delicate kiss on your shoulder, snaking her arms around your waist. âWanna talk about it?â
You donât answer, opting to frown at your reflection. You chew your lip in thought.
ââŠThis shirt looks nice.â Vi mumbles against your shoulder, rubbing the fabric softly between her fingers.
Her eyes show nothing but love, devotion and want. Pure admiration as she snakes her hands up your torso. She stares at you the way someone would at a picturesque sunset, or show stopping fireworks. She stares the way someone would admire a gorgeous marble sculpture of Aphrodite herself.
âIt doesnât bother you?â
âDoes what bother me, Angel?â
âMy chest.â You mumble. âItâs- theyâre not too small?â
âNo, Baby.â Vi chuckles. âMy chest isnât that big either. That bother you?â She turns your question around on you.
âN-No! Of course not!â You stutter.
âGood.â Vi smirks at you through the reflection. She stares at you a moment longer before breaking the silence.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful.â She sighs, dropping the fabric and squeezing your waist, pressing soft kisses up your neck, watching your face through the mirror. You lift your arms to help her as she lifts the shirt over your head. Vi lets the shirt fall to the floor, not once looking away from your gaze in the mirror.
âI love you. All of you.â She smiles, grazing her fingertips down your bare skin from your shoulders to your waist. You shiver delightfully at her touch, unable to hide your smile at the feeling.
Vi moves in front of you, blocking the mirror. She leans in close. âI wouldnât change a single thing about you.â She whispers against your lips. âNot one thing.â
Vi walks you backwards towards the bed, helping you down slowly as you lay on your back. She straddles your waist, leaning forward to peck quick kisses against your lips. She slowly makes her way down your neck, peppering kisses along your throat, your shoulders and finally, your chest.
âI love- every- thing- about you.â She whispers between kissing up and down your bare chest. âEvery inch of you.â She breathes, her fingertips slowly sliding down your ribs, sending shivers up your spine, goosebumps raising all over your skin. âFuck, you couldnât be more perfect.â
Vi kisses down your abdomen, her fingers toying at your waistband as she looks up at you. Eager, like a dog waiting to be let off a leash. You nod your head, letting her get right to work.
Oh I just know that Ellie knows how to unclasp a bra with one hand in under a second.
At first it was a super hot power move she used early on in your relationship during make out seshs, but now she'll tease you with it whenever she wants just because it annoys you.
You're doing chores around the house? You don't even hear her over the vacuum when she comes up behind you, snaps it off and walks past you like nothing happened.
You're baking or making dinner? You don't even notice her presence in the kitchen until you feel the *snap!* of the clasp on your back. You turn around to see her leaning on the counter, chuckling while holding a glass of water to her mouth as she watches you whine about your dirty hands.
You're walking around in Jackson? Her arm is around your waist, holding you while you talk about your plans for an upcoming party youâre a part of. While you're distracted, she snakes her hand up the back of your shirt and *snap!*
You slap her on the chest, whisper-shouting her full name.
You reach back to clasp it again, rolling your eyes as she acts like she did nothing at all.
The people of Jackson snicker and look away.
Though you can't stay mad long at that smug smile.
Shadowheartâs reaction to you hugging her for the first time after saving your life
(Oops this went a little longer than intended)
You hear muffled voices arguing around you. Sounds of mutters and bickering deafened by an unknown force. Itâs as if youâre being yelled at from under water, or overhearing a conversation taking place in another room.
You canât move. Youâre stuck in a weightless orbit between the realm of life and death, your soul desperately clinging onto whatâs left.
You can feel yourself being pulled every which way by an unknown force. The gods deciding your fate. Death is dragging you to the afterlife, you are dead after all. Yet thereâs something pulling at your soul, something fighting against the dark void, and challenging death itself. Something pulling you back to life.
You hear a deep pulsing noise, a slow thumping as the voices get louder. An icy chill runs through your body before a sudden shock of warmth. Your blood flowing once more.
The voices get louder and less mumbled as if youâre swimming up to the surface. It gets brighter, your eyelids twitch in before you jolt awake with a gasp.
âHoly shit, you did it!â Someone exclaims behind you.
âYes, I know. Thank you, Karlach.â Sighs a familiar voice above you.
You blink, adjusting to the light as you scan the multiple faces looking over at you as you lay still on the ground. Your eyes land on a very bloody and exhausted looking Shadowheart, whoâs on her knees and looking down at you.
âGods, I thought weâd actually lost you for a second. Do you know how hard it is t- oh!â You cut off Shadowheartâs somewhat angry ranting by leaping up and throwing your arms around her, squeezing her in a tight embrace.
You feel her stiffen up as she freezes in place, unsure how to react to your sudden display of affection. You can only imagine her face as you hear small laughs from your party behind you.
âThank you. Thank you so much.â You mumble into her shoulder, feeling the way her armour shifts under your arms. You hold her for a second longer, but just before youâre about to let go, you feel her hand carefully pat your back in response. You jump up and kiss her cheek, watching as her eyes widen in astonishment, her pale skin flushing with a cute shade of pink.
âUh, okay. JustâŠâ She clears her throat. âJust be more careful next time.â She mumbles as you pull away.
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Later that night, Shadowheart lays alone in her bedroll, unable to sleep. She stares up at the stars above her, resting her hand on her chest. Her heart is racing. Itâs been hours since you kissed her but her heart is still racing.
Her cheek still tingles in memory of your quick peck. Her face still hot to the touch. Shadowheart drags her hands down her face and sighs, biting her lip is frustration.
Gods, itâs been so long since sheâs been touched.
âShit, get a hold of yourself.â
She rolls over onto her side, curling up and cradling her head. Her fingers weave through her long hair, gripping at the strands in a desperate attempt to ground herself. She tries to think about something else. Anything else. But your face still plagues her mind. Your sweet smile and wide eyes burned permanently into her memory.
It doesnât help that she can hear your soft humming from across the campsite as you polish your knifes. Your sweet song twists though her ears, sending shivers and flutters through her stomach.
Shadowheart pulls her bedroll cover over her head and whines.
A short, low effort fic for today. Not super proud of this one but I thought the concept was cute so Iâm posting it anyway to build my confidence. Sorry if thereâs some mistakes or if shit doesnât make sense, Iâm super tired but I wanted to post this on time
Summary: During RPDâs annual Christmas party, you slip outside to get some air. Your coworker Jill follows to check up on you
CW: Fluff, mentions of alcohol, confessions, a smidge of spice, introvert reader, negative self talk
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Itâs Christmas Eve and the RPD is throwing its annual Christmas party. You didnât really want to go this evening but youâd been told there would be free alcohol, cake and shitty karaoke.
You donât really connect with many of the folks at work. Most of the guys are honestly kind of assholes and there arenât many ladies in the department to talk to either. Most of them either staying home or doing nothing to include you whatsoever. So you prepare yourself for a night of people watching and drinking by yourself. Maybe youâll get a round of karaoke in if youâre brave enough.
At least Jill is going. The other day she practically begged you to come along, promising it would be worth your time, that sheâd stick with you and keep you company. You hesitantly agreed and now whenever you pass her in the halls, she wonât stop talking about how she canât wait to see you there.
Truth be told, you probably wouldnât have agreed to go if she wasnât going.
âAt least Jill is going to be there.â You repeat to yourself as you get dressed.
âIâll just stay with her.â You huff as you put on some old earrings shaped like candy canes.
Maybe sheâll let you leave early. Maybe you can convince her that youâve come down with a sudden cold. Youâd much rather stay in and watch a Christmas movie by yourself. Thatâs what youâve done the past few years anyway. Itâs not that you want to spend Christmas alone, itâs just hard living so far away from home and spending the holidays without a partner.
Itâs been an hour and a half since youâve gotten here and all your predictions had been right. Itâs too loud, nobody is talking to you and karaoke isnât even the fun kind of bad. Itâs just⊠bad bad.
All of the Christmas lights, music and shitty singing start to give you a headache, so you grab your coat and slip outside to the courtyard.
You walk down the steps of the building to a bench under a nearby tree. Your boots crunch on the icy bricks.
Itâs so much nicer outside. The moon is peeking through the clouds as it snows slightly. Itâs quiet, although you can hear the muffled chatter and music from the party inside as you wipe some snow off a bench and sit down.
You tuck your hands in your pockets and look up into the sky. Your breath fogs up the air in front of your face, your nose waters slightly in the cold and your cheeks tingle from the frosty air. You shouldâve brought a thicker coat, or a scarf at least.
âMaybe I should go home.â You mumble to yourself as you kick the snow around your boot. Itâs not like anyone would miss you. You doubt anyone even noticed you leave. Jill didnât even stick with you like she said she would. Sheâs too busy mingling with everyone else at the party to spend time with you anyway.
Just as you start to think about heading home, you hear footsteps in the snow from behind you.
âHey.â A familiar voice calls. âWhatâcha doing out here by yourself? I couldnât find you anywhere.â
You turn around to see Jill walking towards you. She smiles, though her eyes show hints of concern.
âOh hey,â You force a smile as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âJust⊠wanted some air.â
Jill sighs as she walks up to your bench. âNot having a good time?â She asks as she sits down next to you.
âUh, yeah. Something like that.â You look down, noticing the way her thigh presses up against your own. You can feel the warmth of her body deep through your clothes and into your very soul. You find yourself wanting to lean into her warmth, to savour the feeling as if she were to disappear at any moment.
âWhy are you out here?â You turn to her, finding her already looking into your eyes.
âCouldnât find you.â She shrugs.
Jill is silent for a minute as she looks up to the snow falling from the sky. âYouâre kinda the only reason I came tonight anyway.â
That takes you off guard. âReally?â You scoff. âAnd not to mingle with all your friends in there?â You laugh, waving your hand to the building behind you.
âNope.â She says, popping the p and looking back at the station. âChris is just arm wrestling everyone like he does every year and Iâd rather hang out with you anyway.â
âWhy? Iâm not that special.â You laugh awkwardly. âNo one even noticed me leave.â You look down to your lap, embarrassed for yourself.
âWell, I did.â Jill nudges you with her elbow. You feel your face heat up as you look to her. Her relaxed eyes and lazy smirk cause your heart to skip a beat. You canât help but turn away to shield your flustered expression.
You sit in silence together for a few minutes, simply existing in each otherâs presence.
âOh hey, I got you something!â Jill finally pipes up, breaking the silence. She rummages through her coat pockets and pulls out a small jewellery box.
âOh, Jill. No, you didnât have to-â
âShh. Just take it.â She forces it into your hands. âYou do so much for me and everyone at the station, I thought you deserved it.â She smiles, waiting for you to open it.
You stare at her in disbelief. Jill blinks at you slowly, with calm, half lidded eyes. God, she looks so beautiful right now. You huff a laugh and look down to open the box.
Inside is a beautiful necklace with a delicate chain and a small pendant that holds a little gem. It glistens under the moonlight as you pick it up and turn it, inspecting it.
âOh, Jill, this is gorgeous. Thatâs my birth stone.â You giggle, pointing at the little gem.
âIs it? I had no idea.â Jill lies.
You stare at it for a minute, becoming lost in the way it shines. Such a small thing, but oh so beautiful.
âHere, let me put it on you.â Jill says softly, gently taking the necklace from your hands.
You watch as she leans in, hooking the small chain around your neck with great care as her warm hands brush against your skin. You suppress a shiver at the sensation, exhaling and forming a cloud with your breath.
You look down to see Jillâs hands hovering over your chest.
âThere.â
You look up to see her staring into your eyes. Sheâs so close as sheâs not yet pulled away from you. Your eyes flicker back and forth between hers, watching the way the moonlight reflects off her irises.
You can see the way she scans your face, her eyes lingering on your lips for just a second too long.
âYou look so beautiful.â She breathes, not even sparing a glance at the necklace.
You blink, huffing out a small breathy laugh as her warm hand snakes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âGod, you donât even know what you do to me.â She murmurs, cupping your cheek.
âJillâŠâ
âFuck, can IâŠâ She breathes, unable to finish her words as her thumb strokes your lips. You can see the anxiety and anticipation on her face.
âPlease.â The word leave your lips in an eager whisper.
Jill scans your face for a second longer, searching for any signs of uncertainty. When she finds none, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against your own.
Your eyes flutter closes as your body melts into the kiss. Your right hand cups her cheek while your left rests on her shoulder.
Jill giggles into your mouth, you can feel her smile against your lips.
âW-what?â You panic. Fuck, did you do something wrong?
âNothing! Itâs just, you taste like gingerbread.â She laughs, her nose scrunched up as she smiles.
âYou taste like champagne.â You murmur, kissing back into her mouth as your body curls into hers.
Sheâs so soft. She kisses you slowly, gently as her hand snakes its way into the opening of your coat and holds your waist.
A soft moan involuntarily leaves your lips when she pulls you closer. The kiss quickly deepens as Jillâs tongue swipes and parts your lips, licking into your mouth. She swallows your whines as her hand slowly travels up, resting just below your breast. She pulls back, panting softly for air.
âYou- you said you wanted to go home right?â
âYeah?â You breathe out, staring into her eyes as she rests her forehead on yours.
âLetâs go back to mine.â She places small, quick kisses down your cheek and neck. âYouâll have my full attention.â She rubs her nose against your jaw, letting her hot breath fan over your racing pulse point.
âIâd really, really like that.â You giggle.
Jill laughs breathlessly as she pulls you into another kiss. You feel her smile against your lips, you canât help but laugh back as you just feel her toothy grin.
ââ
(Happy holidays everyone! Iâm sorry if I got details about the snow wrong. Itâs Christmas Day in Australia and itâs fucking HOT. Iâm sitting in bed under a fan on full blast wishing I could be in the snow rn. Again, not super proud of this one so sorry itâs a bit mid, but I wanted to post something for Christmas so this is what you get)
(Accidentally went overboard and made this way longer than my usual drabbles. oopsies)
After the most recent town council meeting, the residents of Jackson have come to the conclusion that their community isnât as vibrant and friendly as they want. The walls around the town are seriously lacking in some colour and the walls of the newly renovated kindergarten needs some decoration.
So naturally Ellie was chosen for the job. Sheâs shown a few big walls for murals, and little spots for smaller accent paintings. Dumpsters, old fire hydrants, electricity poles and such.
Now, you wouldnât say that Ellie is your friend, exactly. But sheâs⊠something.
She shares snacks with you at movie nights. She brings back little trinkets she finds form her patrols and gifts them to you. She checks up on you and compliments your hair and outfits. Youâve even caught her sketching you as you read to the kids at the library.
Something about her lingering voice and soft eyes sets off a warmth in you that you canât quite describe. It doesnât help that she seems to be everywhere now when you go on errands across Jackson.
You see the way her eyes wander as she watches you pass. Her paintbrush slipping from her grip slightly as she looks down at you from her place on the ladder. You wave to her every day, taking note of her eventual progress on the murals.
You stop to talk to her some times, to check on her on the particularly hot days. You canât help but stare as she climbs down from her ladder, her bare arms glisten in the warm sun, her tattoo covered in stray swatches of paint.
You force yourself to not look down as she stretches, her tank top riding up her stomach, showing off her toned abdomen.
âThanks.â She mumbles wearily as she takes the bottle of cold water from you. Your eyes follow the drops of water that roll down her chin onto her neck as she chugs the water. Before she can even hand back the bottle, youâre gone. Having swiftly walked away in (not so) mild panic.
When the day comes for Ellie to show off her finished work around town, the townspeople gather around and congratulate her for a job well done. You stand at the back of the group, hoping to catch a glimpse of the small details everyone keeps raving about.
You notice Ellie watching you. Why you? In the crowd of a dozen people praising and looking at her work, she watches you. Eager to see your reaction the most.
Later that day, you come back to the paintings to get a better look, thanks to the lack of crowds. You tour all of Ellieâs work, smiling at the small monkeys playing with lab equipment on the side of the pharmacy, looking up at the giraffes in the alleyway behind the bar, and admiring the floral mandalas that travel up the street lights. But what really catches your eyes is the details on her murals.
You visit the kindergarten mural. A colourful painting with bees and butterflies. You crouch down to look at the fine details of the woman planting flowers in a garden not unlike your own. Her garden boots, bright red. Just like yours.
You smile at the whimsical and colourful mural of the childrenâs section in the library. A landscape of a forest home to a unicorn, fairies, gnomes and even a dragon flying in the distance overhead. In the corner where the forest meets the sea, is a mermaid, brushing her hair on the rocks. Her hair similar to yours. The necklace around her neck much like your own.
Finally, you look in awe at the town hall mural. A large zoomed out painting of all of Jackson. There by the park, you spy the fine brushstrokes of woman reading on a bench. The bench you visit quite regularly. Around her neck is a scarf identical to the one you wear almost every day.
Youâd almost be creeped out if you didnât admire her so much.
âDo you like them?â A familiar voice makes you jump in surprise.
Ellie stands there behind you, fidgeting with her fingers.
âOh, Jesus, Ellie!â You gasp, quickly standing up in shock. âGod, yes theyâre all wonderful. Youâre very talented.â You smile. Ellie just stands there. You can feel her awkward aura as she fidgets with her hands.
You turn back to the painting, hoping to fill the silence. âUm, the woman reading on the bench⊠and the gardener and the mermaid.â You list off hesitantly. âTheyâre⊠theyâre all me, arenât they?â You ask, turning your head to look at her.
Ellieâs eyes widen slightly. âI uh- I didnât think youâd notice that fast.â She laughs.
Silence.
âWhy?â You whisper, turning back to the painting. âWhy me?â
You hear the crunching of gravel under Ellieâs feet as she steps closer to you.
ââŠI paint what inspires me.â She says, her low voice next to your ear raises goosebumps along your arms.
Your eyes widen slightly as you turn to look at her. This is the closest youâve ever been. All of Ellieâs nerves seem to have vanished as she looks you up and down, her eyes lingering on your lips.
âAre you free tonight?â She whispers. âI donât think Iâve got your⊠look down quite yet, so I could use some practice.â She gestures vaguely to the small woman in the mural.
âAll you have to do is sit there and look pretty. Iâll make it worth your time. I promise.â She smiles, tilting her head in anticipation of an answer.
âYes.â You say breathlessly. Ellieâs sly grin grows bigger and you feel yourself turning red in embarrassment. Shit, you didnât mean to sound so eager.
âI mean, yeah. Sure.â You chuckle, hoping to ease the tension.
Ellie looks you up and down one more time before putting her hands in her pockets and stepping back. âGreat. You know where I am.â She winks, turning around to walk away.
âWait! What do I wear?â You yell out to her.
Ellie turns around, hands still in her pockets as she walks backwards. She shrugs.
My first Ellie fic! This is actually a repurposed fic from my old blog that was originally a resident evil Cleon one shot. But Iâve since realised this could also make a good Ellie fic, so Iâve edited it to be wlw instead hehe. Itâs also worth mentioning that this was originally written a while ago, and was the first fic Iâve ever written, so despite some minor edits, itâs still not as good as some of my other fics. So I apologise that this is a little bad.
This goes without saying but I am NOT a writer. This was written for fun and purely for me. Please be nice.
Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find your girlfriend struggling with a particularly bad night terror
CW: PTSD, nightmares, canon typical gore/violence, suicide in dream, anxiety, panic attacks, self doubt, guilt, angst then fluff, like lots of fluff, wholesome shit
Trapped in an unfamiliar building with hallways upon hallways, Ellie runs, gun in hand.
The rain is pouring down and pooling on the floor through the cracked windows. She tries to make herself quieter, but the stomping and sloshing of her boots against the puddles and creaky floors constantly alert the infected of her presence.
Cautiously, she continues down the winding labyrinth of this rundown building. Everywhere she turns, sheâs swamped by infected, covered in ripped flesh, blood and gnashing teeth. Donning multiple open wounds and a freshly sprained ankle, Ellie realises sheâs running out of ammo and needs a place to rest. Fast.
She eventually limps her way to a tall staircase. Looking back behind her shoulder, she knows the door she just blocked with a cabinet isnât going to hold long, so she makes her way towards the staircase.
Limping up the stairs, she hears loud sobbing, cries begging for mercy, screams twisting in pain and anguish. It sounds horrifyingly familiar.
Itâs you.
Without thinking, Ellie immediately picks up her pace, skipping stairs as she climbs in desperation to put a stop to whatever is causing you to make those horrific sounds. It hurts her to no end just hearing you in pain. The blood roars in her ears as she runs, her throat burns with each rapid inhale. Her sprained ankle screams in agony, begging her to slow down, but she canât.
The staircase seems never ending. Though Ellie could see the top of the old wooden steps, they just never seemed to stop. Seemingly trapped in an endless cycle of running up as if she was Sisyphus on the mountain.
Ellie looks back, only to see a dark void quickly swallowing the stairs behind her, causing them to break and crumble down into the bottomless pit. The falling stairs are catching up to her and if she doesnât hurry the fuck up, she would fall too.
âFuckfuckfuckFUCK-â
She immediately starts sprinting up the stairs, putting even more agonising pressure on her leg that was already in seering pain. She needs to reach you. Her injuries can wait. The only thing that matters right now is you.
After what seems like years, Ellie finally reaches the top of the staircase, stumbling and catching herself on a nearby wall. Panting and gasping for air, her chest heaves violently. Her lungs burn, begging for her to stop. Though she allows herself no break.
Your screaming and cries of anguish continue, but with added noises. Ripping. Squelching. Dripping. Chewing. Clicking.
âNo, no no no please-â She begs under her breath to any god that can hear her.
On unsteady feet, Ellie runs to the door from which the noises are coming from. A soft yellow light leaks from underneath the crack, illuminating the floor in front of her.
âELLIE!!â A muffled wail from behind the door.
Her hands fly to the door. Locked
âShit-HOLD ON!!â She starts kicking the door with all of her remaining energy, eventually busting the door off its hinges, sending splinters flying through the air. Now no longer behind a barrier, the sickening noises and screams suddenly become louder. Ellie stumbles in the room, bile rising in her throat as she takes in the sight before her.
Youâre pinned to the floor underneath two clickers, both ripping and gnawing at the flesh on your thigh and stomach. The tearing of skin and muscle, the clashing of teeth, the godawful coppery iron smell of your blood flooding Ellieâs senses all at once.
Thereâs so much blood. God, can a person even have that much blood? Waterfalls of crimson spill from everywhere around you. Thick, dark blood pooling onto the hardwood floor and leaking into the cracks of the planks. Ellie freezes, unable to move- fuck why canât she move?
Busy ripping flesh from bone and sucking on sinew, the infected donât even notice her sudden entrance, too preoccupied with clawing and biting at your helpless, sobbing body on the floor.
Your clothes are tattered, your once neat hair now tangled and wet from the blood pooling around you. Your face is covered in blood and dirt, save for the streams of tears rushing down your cheeks.
Youâre being ripped apart, drowning on your own blood. You cough, spilling hot thick crimson all over your chin and chest.
ââŠEll- Ellie.â You stare at her with unfocused eyes, desperately clinging on to what life is left.
Gurgling through the blood bubbling up your throat, you reach for your gun next to you on the floor, your hand shaking.
âNonono, no!â Ellie screams your name. She canât move. Why canât she fucking move?!
Without looking away, your hand brings the revolver up to your temple. Clenching your eyes shut, you let out one last short whimper before you pull the trigger.
âNO!!â
â
It was right in the middle of summer and like most nights recently, itâs been unbearably hot. The AC is broken and to you and your girlfriendâs displeasure, Jacksonâs repair man is coming the day after tomorrow.
Because of the sweltering heat, the sheets are off the bed, leaving your almost naked bodies sprawled out on the double mattress. Ellie in her sports bra and boxers and yourself in an old tank top and thin underwear. Your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin.
In her feeble attempt to fight the heat, Ellie had dragged in old fan to sit at the end of the bed. It shakes and whirs air towards the bed, though isnât even close to cooling you in the slightest.
You had also propped open the windows and the balcony door, which allowed some drafts of fresh air to flow into the stuffy room. The somewhat peaceful sound of crickets can be heard chirping in the still trees outside.
Itâs 2:25 am when you wake up to the bed slightly shaking, hearing soft whimpering coming from beside you. Looking over, you see your girlfriend, Ellie, curled in a ball with her hands clutching her head, shaking and mumbling words you canât understand.
Her white-knuckled hands grip her scalp, her hair slightly damp with sweat and messy from a restless sleep. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and turning on the lamp on your side of the bed.
âEllie?â You whisper. No answer. You scoot closer. In the dim light, you can see the muscles in her jaw clenching, her eyebrows pinching together, her face twitching in fear. Or perhaps anger? Her entire body is shaking, breaths coming in quick, sweat dripping down her brow and back.
You sit there for a moment, hand hovering over her shoulder, debating on whether or not to wake her up. You donât want to scare her awake, but the way she twitches and whimpers⊠Itâs worse than usual, you canât stand to see her like this.
Ellie has had her fair share of nightmares, but youâve never seen her in this bad of a state before. You hate watching this. Whatever is going through your girlfriendâs mind is worse than usual, and you donât want her to stay in this dream by herself any longer.
âEllie, babe.â You whisper again, lightly nudging her shoulder.
âNO!!â Ellie jolts herself awake with a desperate scream, voice cracking, startling you as well.
Within a millisecond, she quickly grabs her switchblade from the bedside table and holds it out in front of her. Her eyes frantically scanning around the room for a threat.
âHeyheyhey, Ellie itâs okay!â You quickly grab her wrist and try to settle the shaking hand gripping the knife.
You know youâre not in danger. She would often wake up from a nightmare with the knife in her hands. Itâs merely a fight response powered by muscle memory. Subconsciously determined to protect not only herself, but most importantly, you.
Sheâs shaking, beads of cold sweat falling down her brow, her chest and back. Her eyes are unfocused and searching for something, anything.
âEllie, look at me, itâs just me. Iâm here. Youâre okay.â You whisper, attempting to gain her attention. Her wide green eyes try so desperately hard to focus on the whatever is in front of her.
Sheâs panting, gasping for air like she had just been pulled from water. Her chest heaves violently with each inhale.
âLook at me, come back to me, babe.â You whisper softly, your free hand moving slowly and cautiously to cup her jaw, thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek. âIt was just a dream. Youâre okay.â You repeat.
Ellieâs eyes slowly focus back on you. Her senses recognising the soft touch of your hand on her shivering body. The sudden realisation that it was all a dream comes as an exhausting wave of relief.
Tears swell up in her eyes as her lip begins to quiver. Just as quickly as the panting had stopped, it starts back up again with a small pained cry.
You shush her gently as you continue smoothing you thumb over her cheek, catching streams of warm tears as they fall.
Her grip on the knife loosens as she lets it fall to the floor with a clatter.
âThere we go, thatâs it.â You coo, moving your other hand to cup her cheek on the other side of her face.
âLook at me, breathe with me, baby,â You start taking deep breaths, encouraging the hyperventilating woman in front of you to join you. âInâŠand out, thatâs it, keep going.â
Ellie takes long shaking breaths, staring into your eyes, her hands now holding a vice grip on your arms.
âY-you⊠I- I c-could-nât-â
âShhhh. I know, I know. Just breathe, baby, focus on me.â You whisper, tucking a stray piece of damp hair behind her ear.
Her vision is blurry, this time from tears while she hiccups desperate breaths of air. You slowly bring your hand down to herâs, guiding it to your chest, allowing her to feel the steady beating of your heart. She lets out a few shaky breaths, more tears falling to the bedsheets.
âWeâre in Jackson, baby. Weâre in our house, in our room. Youâre safe, Ellie.â You whisper. âYouâre safe. Iâm safe. Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere, okay?â
Ellie chokes out a broken sob at your reassuring smile. Her hand clenches, balling the thin fabric of your tank top into her fist.
Uncaring of the heat, she quickly wraps her tattooed arm around your waist, scooping you into her lap with a grunt, her face presses into your neck, now quickly becoming wet with her tears. The feeling of you in her arms, the smell of your body wash, your warm skin, your beating heart, it was all real. Youâre really here.
You sit together for what seems like ages, Ellie clinging to you and slightly rocking in comfort while you tuck her head beneath your chin, carding you hand through her hair, soothing her with small hums and whispers.
âItâs all over, youâre okay. Shhh there we go.â You draw mindless soothing shapes on her back, tacky with a thin layer of sweat. She sobs quietly into your chest, hiccuping while she grasps at the thin fabric on your back. She listens to your heartbeat, holding you tightly as if you would disappear at any moment.
Logically, Ellie knows sheâs safe. She knows that youâre alive, here in her arms. She knows youâre okay. But that doesnât stop the deep feeling of dread her nightmares bring. It doesnât stop the memories, the flashbacks and the night terrors. Those awful fucking dreams that happen multiple times a week. Stupid dreams that keep her up at night. It all feels too real. Of course she knows itâs not, but thatâs what makes this all so much more frustrating.
This isnât the first time sheâs woken you up from one of her nightmares. And the guilt she feels from it is immeasurable.
She sobs into your chest, hiding her face in shame from you. You, her girlfriend who loves and understands her deeply. Youâre patient and strong. Youâre willing to put your needs on hold for the one you love. Youâve never judged Ellie for a second. Not once have you blamed her, or thought that sheâs overreacting. Ellie knows this deep down too. She just canât accept the fact that someone cares.
The rational part of her brain tells her that this is normal and sheâs not being a burden. It tells her that itâs okay to cry. Itâs okay to take time to heal. But the rest of her doesnât listen. The rest of her brain tells her that sheâs a failure. That sheâs better than this. She shouldâve died from the bite like all the others. Just like Riley.
After Ellieâs crying eventually slows and her breathing becomes steady, you cup her cheek again and gently move her to look at you, her chin resting on your chest.
âHow about a shower, huh?â You ask. Her half lidded eyes red and irritated from the tears that are now drying on her cheeks and your neck and chest.
âY-yeah⊠okay.â She hesitantly agrees. You shift out of bed. Now standing to both your natural heights, you cup her cheeks once more.
âAlright, you go take a nice, cool shower- as long as you need. Iâll be right out here. Iâm not going anywhere. Okay?â
She nods. You smile at her and smooth your hands slowly down her arms to entangle your fingers with hers. Your touch a gentle, calming caress, grounding Ellie in reality.
You look back over your shoulder to the bed. Suddenly noticing the damp spots on the front of your shirt, you think for a moment, watching the rickety old fan rotate slowly.
âHmm, Iâm already up,â You mumble to yourself. âIâll put some new bedsheets on and change.â You announce to your girlfriend, letting go and turning to exit the room.
âYou go take that showe-â your movements are quickly stopped when Ellie grasps a hand around your wrist.
âPlease donât goâŠâ She whispers. Ellie straightens her shoulders and clears her throat. âI uh- we should both take a shower. Thereâs no use in changing the sheets if weâre not both clean.â Her real plea goes without saying.
I need you with me.
You know it. Ellie knows you know it too, but she canât help but try to hide any feelings of vulnerability. She drops her head with quiet curse and clenches her eyes shut at how pathetic and childish she sounds, clinging on to you when you would just be in the hallway for a moment.
âAlright,â You smile. âIâll join you, but we need new sheets first.â You repeat softly, placing a quick kiss to her forehead. Ellie lets go of your wrist, turning to slump against the wall to watch and wait for you, like a lovesick puppy.
You walk to the linen closet in the hallway, taking out some fresh sheets and a small bottle of lavender oil. You go through the motions of changing the bedsheets, all under Ellieâs watchful eyes. When you stand back to admire your work, you grab the bottle of lavender oil and put two drops on Ellieâs pillow. You havenât used it in a few months, so luckily there was enough left.
Later in the shower, you stand behind your girlfriend, peppering kisses across her back and massaging shampoo into her scalp. Gently scrubbing away her worries as she leans her forehead on the cool tile wall, breathing deep and slow, trying not to fall asleep under your gentle touch. She lets you move her around and shape her like putty under your hands. Her heavy eyelids closing over her fatigued eyes.
Your soft, gentle hands caress her and work out the knots in her tense shoulders. You chuckle at the occasional quiet groan or whisper of a swear under her breath whenever you hit a particularly sore spot.
You wonât let her move a muscle, youâre doing everything for her and you like it this way. You absolutely love taking care of the ones you love. In your eyes, itâs as rewarding as being looked after yourself. So often Ellie would spoil you, treat you and take care of you in more ways than you could imagine. But right now itâs your turn to shower her with love and affection.
When you finish your shower, you stand in the bathroom while slowly drying Ellie with a towel, pressing light kisses all over her dripping body, paying extra attention to her various scars.
âIâm so sorry.â She whispers, breaking the silence between you two. You look up, your girlfriend near falling asleep under the dim light of the bathroom.
âWhat for?â
âFor⊠for waking you up. For being a shitty girlfriend. I let all the shit get to my head.â She gestures vaguely to her head. Her eyes, red and stinging from the strain of crying start to water up again.
âIâm supposed to be there for you. Youâve got your own nightmares, your own⊠trauma. And here I am being selfish and⊠fucking pathetic.â Her voice cracking as she avoids your gentle gaze.
âHey, look at me, babe.â You whisper, cupping your hand on her cheek, your other hand resting on her shoulder.
âFirst of all, Iâm glad you woke me up. I donât want you to go through any of that alone. Iâll never be mad at you for waking me up when youâve had a nightmare, okay?â You smile. âDonât worry about me, okay? Sure, Iâve got my own issues, but that doesnât negate yours. You need help too, as much as you like to act tough and deny it.â You tease, poking at her chest. Ellie lets out a genuine chuckle.
âYouâre not weak, Ellie. Youâre the strongest person I know. Seriously.â You start drawing small soothing circles on her bare chest, watching the way the stray water droplets fall down her neck onto her collarbone.
âWeâll get through this together, okay? Weâll sort it out.â You continue. âYou donât need to act tough around me. Weâve got each other, yeah?â You look up at her and smile. All your love for her displayed on your gentle expression.
âGod, I love you so much.â She exhales in one quick breath, wrapping her arm around your waist to pull your into a slow, lazy kiss.
âI love you too.â You giggle. For the first time that night, you watch Ellie smile. Genuinely smile. Her teeth poke through the small sliver of a grin as she chuckles with you. God, youâre so happy to see hear her laugh, she barely does nowadays. The warm and velvety sound like music to your ears.
After you change into fresh clothes, Ellie lays on her back in bed, savouring the feeling of her clean skin against the cold, fresh bedsheets you had laid out. She inhales, deep and slow.
âLavenderâŠâ She mumbles.
âYeah, I used to use it when I canât sleep. It helps the brain relax. At least, thatâs what my mom always told me.â
âItâs nice. It⊠smells like you.â She sits up on her forearms and watches as you unplug and move the rickety floor fan.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm moving this to your side,â You explain as you plug the fan back in. âPeople get night terrors when theyâre too hot.â
âBut, your side- Itâll barely reach you from over here.â Ellie argues.
âIâll live.â You assure her with a smile. She canât deny that the feeling of the fan directly facing her now was heavenly. The air rustling her damp hair and cooling her body. She flops back onto the bed, relishing in the fresh air now concentrated on her side of the bed.
Once you had gotten two fresh glasses of cold water, you slowly climb into bed, leaning over Ellie and tucking her damp hair out of her face. âI love you.â You whisper, kissing her on her forehead.
Ellie reaches up and pulls you back down by the nape of your neck, kissing your soft lips. You rest your forehead on hers.
âI love you so, so much.â She mumbles. âThank youâŠâ
âWake me up if thereâs any other nightmares?â You ask. Ellie nods sheepishly.
With another peck to her lips, you roll over, giving her room to not overcrowd her body with extra heat. Without the fan facing the middle of the bed, you barely get any cool air, but you donât mind, so long as Ellie gets it all and sleeps comfortably.
âI love you. Goodnight, baby.â
âGânight.â
The rest of the night is filled with soft, steady breathing, the white noise of the occasional gust of wind and the crickets chirping outside. Ellie sleeps comfortably the rest of the night, and you catch drafts of fresh air from the open window.
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Again, not proud of this but I wanted to post it anyway :)
Imagine lounging with Vi as the sun sets. The warm streaks of light cascade over your skin through the curtains as she strokes your hair.
You lay on top of your girlfriend, who lounges on the couch with one arm casually folded under her head. Her legs are spread, leaving enough room for you to lay between them. You sigh deeply as she runs her gentle fingers through your hair, stroking your cheek in soothing motions as you nuzzle your face into her chest.
You can hear the beat of her heart. The rise and fall of her chest. You soak up her warmth like a cat in the sun as you hold her close.
"My sweet girl." Vi whispers, watching your eyes close as you drift off into a quiet, fuzzy sleep. Your limbs feel like jelly, and your head feels heavy as she moves her other hand to slowly draw mindless shapes on your back.
You feel safe, warm, loved. You feel complete, filled to the brim with satisfaction as you lay with Vi, savouring the lazy afternoon you have together.
Just imagine dating Vi, your pit fighter girlfriend whoâs made a name for herself in the fighting scene. Sheâs admired by hundreds of people in Zaun for her ruthless matches and charismatic personality. Everyone knows who she is, and everyoneâs eyes are always on her.
Of course you go to every match of hers. Of course you help her with training. You love seeing her at work. Watching the pure power and energy flash in her eyes during a fight always gives you butterflies in a strange way. You find yourself crushing on this woman all over again. You get front row seats, VIP access to the locker and green rooms.
You and Vi know how dangerous the Lanes are, especially in the fighting scene. Creeps and addicts lurk around watching the matches, hedging their bets on fights,, picking pockets, partying and drinking.
Because of this, you and Vi are inseparable. She wonât let you go anywhere alone at these venues. Not with so many strangers around. You follow her around from match to match, sticking with her and remaining at her side as she signs autographs.
Vi always has to have some form of physical contact with you at all times. She rests her hand on the nape of your neck when talking to staff. She tugs you close with an arm around your waist while shuffling through the crowds of spectators. She slings her arm around your shoulders, pulling you to her side as she walks you both home. Under a table, sheâs always got a hand resting on your thigh or a foot nudged against yours.
Itâs her way of telling you, âIâm hereâ Iâve got youâ Youâre safe.â
You love your scary guard dog. Though itâs quite funny seeing as how sheâs the famous one yet youâre the one needing a bodyguard. Everyone at the arenas and clubs knows not to mess with you. They know youâre taken. Taken by the Vi. Every now and then some clueless asshole either doesnât get the memo, or ignores it completely.
Last time a guy touched you at a bar without asking, he left with a broken nose and a cut lip. When people ask you to dance with them, you smile and politely let them down as Vi wraps an arm around you, staking her claim.
Itâs not that sheâs controlling you. Not in the slightest. Sheâs just protecting you from the unpredictable fans sheâs had to deal with for so long. She knows that what they say and do (especially to pretty things like you) can be overwhelming, scary and confusing. So she keeps you close. If you really want to do things alone, sheâll let you, but keep a close eye on your surroundings.
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Just imagine having drinks with Vi and her management after a successful fight. The music is loud and the lights of the club are flashing. Youâre getting quite tired but offer to bring the last round of drinks to the table from the bar.
As youâre walking back with a handful of drinks, you can feel the hungry stares of many eyes watching you. You arrive at your table with the drinks, and set them down. The clinking of the glasses drowned out by the bass of the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a man stand up from his table and take a step towards you. Before he can take another step, Vi pulls you into her lap. You wiggle to get yourself comfortable, nestling your face into the crook of her neck, giggling at how she rests her hand on your ass. All the while Vi stares down the poor man across the room who was planning on making a move.
Who he thought was just a cute club waitress was actually the Viâs girl.
He clears his throat and sits back down. Vi smirks in triumph as his table laughs at him. She glares at him. A glare that says,
Disclaimer: is based on RE3 Jill, meaning the estimated year is around the late 90s to early 2000s where gay marriage was yet to be legalised countrywide in the US
In all ways except governable, Jill Valentine is your wife.
Every morning you wake up in the same bed. You shower together. You cook each other breakfast and dinner. You steal each otherâs clothes. You even make love like a married couple. Soft, intimate and loving.
You lay in her arms, listening to her steady heartbeat as she strokes your hair. âIâm going to marry you someday.â She says softly. âSome time in the future, I know it⊠Someday theyâll allow it.â She sighs. âThe world is changing, I can feel it.â
Sheâs sick of hiding your relationship. Sheâs sick of hiding who she loves. The world expects you to find a husband and bring children into this world. It expects you to stay at home, cook, clean and do everything for your husband.
âThe world is shitâ, your girlfriend wife says. âThe world needs to wake up.â
She may lose her job, she may ruin her relationship with friends and family. But she would risk the entire world just to live a normal life with you. Nothing else matters but you.
Jill is so sick of people assuming her âpartnerâ is a man. Or when people interpret her âgirlfriendâ as a friend that is a girl.
You may not be able to legally marry yet, but that doesnât stop Jill from calling you her wife. It confuses people, but she wouldnât have it any other way.
Jillâs assigned extra work at the office? âSorry, no can do. I gotta get home on time tonight. My wife is making roast.â
At a restaurant? âIâve reserved a table under Valentine. No, our husbands wonât be coming. Itâs just my wife and I tonight.â She squeezes her arm around your waist, smiling at the slightly shocked waiter.
A man flirting with her at the bar? âYes this shirt does look nice! Itâs one of my wifeâs favourites.â She says loudly.
This little habit of hers, (if you could call it that) amuses you immensely. The amount of times itâs stunned or confused people never fails to make you laugh at the way they question the legality of your âmarriage.â
Jill stands in the kitchen, tending to curry on the stove as she gushes about how she finally has the weekend off, and how she can spend it with her âpretty little wife.â
âIf Iâm your wife, whereâs my ring?â You tease, holding up your left hand and showing off your bare ring finger.
âIâm saving that for when we can get married, darling.â She whispers, taking your hand and bringing it to her lips as she places a gentle kiss to your ring finger.
What you donât know is that far in the back of her side of the closet, lies a little box, nestled amongst dusty old clothes. In that box, is the perfect diamond ring. Waiting for the day it can finally see the light. Jill bought this a few months ago, and is keeping it for when the right day comes.
TW: nondescript references to domestic abuse and manipulation (not from Jill obv)
Recently I had an idea for a series where reader gets a job at RPD as a secretary or intern, with no real policing knowledge. You work as an assistant to Chief Irons or fetching things for your colleagues around the station. Something simple like that.
You file, print and fax documents all day long. Youâre also tasked to go on a coffee run and get your colleagues some drinks and snacks. On a good day you can get something for yourself with the extra money. Sometimes you get to spend time with your coworker Jill, who seems to have quickly taken a liking to you.
Every afternoon you go home to your small apartment with your shitty boyfriend. Youâve tried to leave him multiple times and failed due to his abusive and manipulative nature. Heâs a cheating loser who treats you like a toy, an object, something less than human.
You go to work the next day with a sore back from sleeping on the couch. Jill has recently taken notice of your declining mood, the bruises on your arms and the way youâre so hesitant to talk about your home life. She spends time with you more, goes out of her way to walk past your desk every day. She checks on you mentally, even when no one else at work does.
Eventually you and Jill have developed a routine of getting coffee together almost every day. You tell her about your dreams, your fears and the shitty man back at home who leaves you unsatisfied in more ways than one. Jill listens to you talk. Itâs been so long since youâve had a friend who cares and checks up on you so frequently.
Your boyfriend doesnât like your new relationship with your friend Jill for many reasons. After a loud and lengthy fight, youâre told to pack your things and leave the next morning.
The next day you run to Jill in tears, asking for advice as you cry in her arms, your sobs echoing in the empty break room. Without a moment of hesitation, Jill squeezes you tight and whispers, âHow about you stay with me? Iâve got room. Iâll take care of you, sweet girl.â
And thatâs how you came to live with your best friend. You moved in that night and ever since then, your relationship has deepened. You find yourself cuddling up to her more, leaning into her while watching movies. She helps you set up your room. She buys you things when you show even the slightest hint of interest. Gifts you little trinkets she finds wherever she goes. âJust reminded me of you is all.â She always says.
Jill shares her clothes with you, and in turn you share yours. She plays with your hair, strokes your hands and face. Sheâs complimenting you more. Flirting perhaps? No, sheâs not flirting. Youâre just friends.
But then again, friends donât dream about making out on the couch, imagining her hands groping your chest under her your shirt. Friends donât mumble each otherâs name in their sleep and then wake up to a soaked mess in their underwear. Friends donât touch themselves to the thought of each other. Friends donât share a bed and sleep tangled up half naked for warmth because âitâs cold.â
Youâve been invited as Jillâs plus one to a RPD awards night, which means you finally get to bust out the fancy dress and makeup youâve been saving for a special occasion.
Youâve never seen Jill all dressed up for an event like this before. Sheâs stunning. Her short brown hair framing her beautiful face as she stands in front of her full length mirror, adjusting her earrings. A week ago, you helped her pick out this fancy royal blue pantsuit specifically for tonight, and god, does she look amazing in it. Her height and slim figure accentuated by the long pant legs and her velvet heels.
You stalk up to her, openly admiring her as she smirks at you in the mirror.
âHey baby,â Jill coos softly as she turns around slowly, her hands now resting on your hips.
âShit, you look good.â She whispers as she looks you up and down, checking you out from head to toe. âItâs gonna be hard to keep my hands to myself tonight.â She teases, squeezing your hips.
You giggle as you loop your arms around her neck, stepping closer into her embrace as you gaze up into her eyes. âI should say the same. Iâve never seen you soâŠso-â
âHot?â She raises an eyebrow in amusement.
âThatâs one word for it.â You laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
For a split second you see her eyebrows crease as she stares at your lips. She pulls away slightly to look, her eyes squinting slightly.
âWha-â
âHold on, babe, youâve got somethingâŠâ Jill trails off as she grabs your chin with one hand and brings the other up to your lips.
You stare wide eyed up at your girlfriend as she pushes her finger into your mouth. With a surprised squeak, you instinctively wrap your lips around her. Your eyelids flutter and your knees feel weak as you melt into her touch. It only lasts a few seconds before she gently wipes your two front teeth and pulls her finger out with a *pop*. A small string of saliva connecting it to your lips. You stare at her in awe and disbelief as she smiles and looks at her finger.
âHad a bit of lipstick on your teeth, see?â She grins, showing you the excess lipstick she wiped off your lips, now forming a ring around the base of her finger.
You stare wide eyed and speechless as Jill laughs at how quickly your cheeks turn pink. Your mouth hangs open slightly in shock as you blink at her.
âYou liked that?â She chuckles, almost mockingly as she pouts her lips slightly with a tilt of her head.
âI- uhâŠâ You barely manage to stammer out, now looking down to the floor in embarrassment.
âAw, my sweet girl, donât be embarrassed.â She coos with a smile, gently stroking your flushed cheek with the delicate touch of her palm.
âYou like having my fingers in your pretty little mouth? Iâll keep that in mind for later.â Jill whispers, gently patting your cheek twice before she turns around to pick up her clutch purse and heads towards the door.
Youâre frozen. Stuck in place with a red face and an uncomfortably warm feeling between your legs as you stare at the wall, trying your best to comprehend this newfound fascination of what just happened.
âCome on, weâre going to be late!â Jill announces to you from down the hall, interrupting your thoughts that spiral into more sinful imaginations.
âW-wait!â You call out, quickly dragging yourself out of your sudden daydream.
You grab your purse and run down the hallway the best you can in your heels, following your gorgeous girlfriend like a lovesick puppy.
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(Why use a piece of paper to remove excess lipstick when you can just use a pretty womanâs finger?đ„°đ )
