#jackson!ellie

[caraphernellie]

thinking about jackson!ellie who has a major crush on you. and she likes to act nonchalant, but you make her feel anything but that. full pages in her journal about every detail she wants to commit to memory – things you haven't even noticed about yourself that she's found necessary to write about. what you like and what you hate so much that you'll rant with passion about it. what things fluster you and what makes you feel comfortable. drawing upon drawing of your face, all with the intention of perfecting the technique it takes to capture your likeness.

it leads to her begging asking you often to spend time in her garage. countless movie nights spent pining after you, eyeing your beauty. imagine the first time she'd managed to score a movie night with you. ellie would be bouncing off the fucking walls, most likely. and she'd have to remind herself it's not a date. just a friendly sleepover. don't fuck up your friendship. don't fuck up your friendship. don't. fuck. up. your. friendship.

it'd come to a point in the night when you finally start to get tired. ellie's wide awake, acutely aware of your presence right next to her while an action movie plays in the background. she tries to act like she's not looking at you. she tries to look away, and then your head falls onto her shoulder. oh fuck. and it's not like she hasn't had a girlfriend before. it's not like she's some crazy, desperate virgin. she's just… convinced that you're out of her league. she's convinced she could mess things up big time. so she calms the beating of her heart, glancing down to check if you're awake still.

"hey, dude." she cringes. that was stupid. "are you awake?" the soft fluttering of your lashes confirms that you are, and now she feels even dumber. 

"mm," you mumble, sleepily lidded eyes flitting up to ellie, meeting hers. "sorry, was falling asleep… on you."

oh. and ellie isn't sure what to do – admit that that's exactly what she was hoping for? how can she do that without sounding like a creep?

"sorry," ellie says weakly, hands immediately falling to grip your arms when you try to sit up. "no, no, it's like totally fine. you should go to sleep, you look real tired."

and that was how ellie ended up with your head on her lap. the movie ended a long time ago, now playing the main menu screen over and over. in the blue light that the tv casts over the bed, ellie watches the rise and fall of your back while you sleep, and she can't wipe the giddy smile off her face.

[lucimaaie]

big deal ✧.* tlou

pairing - Ellie Williams x fem!reader, ellie williams x miller!reader

summary - you and ellie fight over your jealousness.

warning - short, not proofread bc what is that, lil angst to fluff, possibly occ ellie idk

jealousy was something ellie knew all to well. though she wasn’t exactly ready to deal with it in you. she didn’t entertain any other girl (not on purpose) and left you very mushy (to be kept private for that very reason, notes when she was gone with joel and tommy. and yet, you were jealous.

“i’m serious. i don’t see how she was flirting,” ellie walked along side you, ahead of joel and tommy who had been tuning in and out of the argument.

“really? she did the arm squeeze, el. i did that before we got together, remember?” you walked at a pace faster than anyone else, the embarrassment of having to explain your thought process making you want to run away just for a moment. yes, you were jealous of some girl you barely knew and yes you were having this conversation in front of your dad and uncle. it wasn’t something to be particularly proud of

“the arm squeeze?” ellie looked at you incredulously as she walked to keep up with you. “the arm squeeze.” she repeated.

“yes!” you stressed.

“the fuck is that?”

“it’s basic psychology, ellie. the arm squeeze means she likes you. did you not know that when i—“

“does it matter? i like you, not her.”

“i know that.”

“then i don’t get why this is such a big deal, i’m dating you!” though her words rang true something in them didn’t agree with you. maybe it was the just the heat getting to you and not envy. maybe, but it didn’t matter the reason because your feet took you elsewhere as soon as you got to an old abandoned outlet.

you walked around the open space, kicking rocks of debris around as you looked at the broken in and looted stores. some caught your interest and you ventured into them despite joel’s warning to not go too far. you hadn’t even noticed ellie creeping behind you as you flipped through old ripped magazines. “ellie!” you screamed, covering your mouth.

she looked equally as shocked as you as you waited for sounds of clickers, runners, or any monster in the shadows. when the coast was clear, ellie smiled sheepishly and leaned against the counter you sat on. “so..jealous.” she tapped the counter, looking up at you.

“i..don’t want to talk about it, el. you’re right. it doesn’t matter.” you flipped through the magazine as opposed to looking at her. the image of carefree teens looking back at you made you frown. ellie grabbed the paper from your hand and set it on the counter.

“you did an hour ago.” she said with seriousness this time.

“that was an hour ago. it’s not a big deal, like you said.”

ellie shut her eyes as you threw her words back at her. she knew deserved it to some capacity. “it’s not nothing. okay, maybe she was flirting, but i didn’t flirt back, i swear.”

“you don’t have to—“

“yes, i do because you’ll just keep talking about it until i get you to believe me.” she sat down next to you on the counter, her hand coming down over yours. her eyes flicked from your hands to your face.

“i believe you, el.”

“so, then why’re you still mad at me?”

“i’m not. not really. i mean, i was. it’s stupid. i don’t get jealous about anything but—“

“me?” she said, her eyes widening in surprise. you could tell the way she held back a smile, even if the mood was serious.

“no, cupcakes. yes you!”

“alright, alright. i’m just clarifying.” she held up her hands in peace. “you only get jealous about me? actually?”

“yeah. and it does not feel good being the jealous girlfriend. at all. i just started an argument with you over an arm squeeze.”

“you did.” she laughed lightly as she knocked her shoulder into yours.

“my theory is still valid.”

“bullshit. i smell bullshit.” she sung. “i get jealous when it comes to you too. i just..don’t say anything.”

“and i turn it into an argument.”

“both equally as shitty.”

“not a competition.”

“like hell it is.”

the light of flashlight flicked on and off and your direction. the sight made you and ellie squint your eyes before you recognized it was joel’s signal in a place like this. “c’mon. gotta get back before the oldies get grumpy.” ellie hopped off the counter and reached for your hand. you did the same and intertwined your fingers with hers.

“e?” you said as you two walked out of the store and into the empty space. she hummed. “if..when you get jealous. could you tell me?”

she looked at from the ground to you. she seemed to consider it for a moment before gnawing on her lip. “you’d get annoyed with me.”

“did i not just piss you off fighting with you?”

“eh.”

“i’m saying annoy me, piss me off back. i’m your girlfriend, i can handle that.” you shrugged as you spoke the words despite your feelings underneath the facade. the whole girlfriend thing was new to the both of you, who known each other for years at this point. you knew the most about each other than anyone else. neither one of you want to be the one to mess it up.

“i’ll hold you to that.” ellie said quietly. your words seemed to give her an unexpected confidence boost enough to pull you closer to her and press a gentle kiss onto your lips. her own were but a bit cracked but that didn't matter as her came to cup your face. she pulled back, eyes soft with affection and hint of anxiety for your reaction. this wasn't your first time kissing each other, she didn't know why she was desperate for- "mph!" she hummed against your lips as you kissed her again. this time still sweet, but not so gentle.

“are yall kissing?” tommy yelled.

you and ellie quickly dispersed, pretending to be enamored with the broken displays of the stores. it wasn't surprising that neither Tommy or Joel bought it. Joel simply waved you two over, glaring as you walked ahead of him, hand-in hand. the air of awkwardness barely lasted a minute before you and ellie burst out laughing, only to be shushed by a grumbling, mildly mortified Joel. "to be continued." Ellie mumbled into your ear.

thank you for reading!

[astralnymphh]

jackson!ellie (yeah, again.) fluff. slightly suggestive at the end. just another branch of how i think ellie acts around her crush. no tension between her and joel. mdni. img from @/kittaeria on pinterest.

jackson!ellie loves dressing up, just for you. while it may stray far from what is depicted and adorned in a modern society, it still counts. having joel wash and iron her finest sunday flannels, shine her boots, trim her nails—it all counts. “wanna leave an impression, don't ya, kiddo?” the words left to simmer on his bathroom door echoed with her as she hesitantly pulled a few strands of hair, letting them frame her queasy yet stoked countenance. her smile would not settle.

envirornment influences impressions, too—but, you both agreed the tipsy bison was not private enough nor was the june summer befitting of a bonfire; who said a garage couldn't be painted into a rosy picture?

joel attempted to converge a pretty bouquet; he had done it twenty-something years ago for sarah on her birthday, but his gardens are slim of flora, and sometimes daisies suffice. they sure seem to as you bless her cheek with a kiss and proceed to give her a ribboned cluster of your own garden—brighter, sensorial, something you'd only ever see in dreams. better to leave the bouquets to you next date, yeah?

“aw, did your hair all different for me?” you caress the seams; draw fingers over the fine details, such as that little sprig of hair. ellie knows you prefer it this way, even if really, it remained nearly self-same. she halfs a scoff and a laugh to herself, “psh—well, it's not that much different.” being humble, eyeing her freshly clipped nails. a symbol of attentiveness in love. “thought it would get messed up anyways, so..” and she glances up at you for confirmation, with that stupid fucking smile. well, it would in fact get messed up as you push her on the bed, softly kissing her face into vermillion reds and unwinding under the thin sheets, reading dumb comics—or doing something that rids her of those nice clothes.

whatever makes her rasp, “mhh, can you stay for the night? can't stand sleepin' alone anymore.” with her pretty, rosy lips.

[tlouwhore]

jackson!ellie would be peak losercore

warnings: a lil nsfw towards the end, mostly fluff tbh, shes so loser lame freak, slight mention of smoking (weed) and alcohol

★ jackson!ellie who freaks out a little when you first call her "els" she tenses and fiddles with her ear

★ jackson!ellie who would burn you a cd and make custom art for the back and front of the jewel case

★ jackson!ellie who refuses to breathe "too much" when you drift to sleep and your head falls on her shoulder

★ jackson!ellie who denied that you could like her even though you've made is so obvious 

★ jackson!ellie who cant pick up any hints to save her life

★ jackson!ellie who wants to smoke with you but coughs up half her lung and is so embarrassed

★ jackson!ellie who pretends to like whiskey because it "makes her look mature"

★ jackson!ellie who talks at you about astronomy the moment anything enters her system

★ jackson!ellie who becomes insanely awkward when joel makes a comment on your closeness

★ jackson!ellie who lays on her stomach as she kicks her feet back and forth in the air while drawing you

★ jackson!ellie who seems so surprised when you kiss her despite all the hints you've been dropping

★ jackson!ellie who gets upset when you try to kiss her instead of watching the movie she chose

★ jackson!ellie who is weirdly invested in the saw franchise

★ jackson!ellie who loves superbad for some reason

★ jackson!ellie who has two pairs of pants and a dream

★ jackson!ellie who has really clammy hands that are also freezing cold and she insists that you need to hold them

★ jackson!ellie who is so needy but also so stupid when it comes to telling you what she wants, you end up just having to guess what she wants from you

★ jackson!ellie who is def a kendrick fan after finding a cassette of his and will pretend like she is the next best rapper

★ jackson!ellie who always try's to do cool stuff to impress you and just ends up looking dumb as shit (hot)

★ jackson!ellie who definitely gets into a lot of trouble around town, everyone knows her name

★ jackson!ellie who is so late to everything despite the town being 10 feet wide and 10 feet long

★ jackson!ellie who has the worst time management of all time

★ jackson!ellie who will forget your anniversary and beg for your forgiveness like you'd leave her (you dgaf)

★ jackson!ellie who has a bin full of legos she's accumulated and she tries to "speed build" you items like shes fucking emmet from the lego movie

★ jackson!ellie who thinks putting her clammy hand on your thigh is the move

★ jackson!ellie who is so awkward during sex, you take off your shirt and shes shielding her eyes like shes not allowed to see

★ jackson!ellie eats you out like shes starved and its her first meal

★ jackson!ellie who cums a minute into tribbing and and goes "did you finish?"

★ jackson!ellie who is a d1 biter and she will take a little nibble

★ jackson!ellie who loves how you smell but wont admit it because she feels creepy

★ jackson!ellie who has a single candle she lights whenever you come over because she thinks its so romantic

★ jackson!ellie who gets so love drunk when shes tired, such a fucking sap like shes clinging to you and whispering all these things about how much she loves you

★ jackson!ellie who writes music about you and wont show you any of it because she still believes you're lying about being her gf or some shit

★ jackson!ellie who is so clingy

[vvampirelust]

Can imagine jackson!ellie acts all cocky like she’s gonna top tf outta you but the moment you wedge your hand down the front of her jeans…she’s done for. 

warnings: smut, sub!ellie, grinding/palming??, kinda short

Ellie’s wet. And I mean wet. She’s completely soaked through her boxers, the fabric sticking tightly to her labia. Making the separation between your skin and hers so agonisingly thin. The heat radiating from between her legs warms your hand as you gently cup her. 

Ellie trembles above you. Once so confident in her actions of guiding you back against the bed, caging you beneath her, now she gasps and pants into the safety of your neck. It’s almost pathetic. How easy it was to flip the coin and have Ellie acting as if she were in heat. 

It turns you on so much. Your other hand soothes up her hoodie-clad back, fingers tangling in her auburn locks. you whine in her ear, “You’re so wet!” The pads of your fingers press against her cunt, she’s so sloppy your fingers glide down and up the length of her with ease. A choked moan passes your lips as you feel how messy she’s gotten for you, near puddling in your palm. So fucking dirty. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to be so wet. Your own cunt thumps with desire. 

Nuzzling her sweat slicked face into your neck, Ellie stutters and groans out profanities, hips rolling to chase the stimulation your hand offers her needy clit. Ellie’s eyes roll in tandem, bright spots exploding in the back of her head. She flushes hot, out of pleasure or embarrassment, she’s not sure. Both maybe. It tingles and Ellie’s noises raise higher in pitch as she itches to be rid of her clothes so you can touch her properly. 

“Want your pussy, baby” you all but plead in her ear, “God, i want your messy fucking pussy so bad” words slipping out before you could even realise what you were saying. It doesn’t matter. 

Not with Ellie distracting you. With her heavy panting, mumbled begging and frantic nodding. You palm at her wet cunt harder, having a full on power trip as you break Ellie apart, “Take your clothes off for me, els.”  

i'd ring those boxers out and chug that shit icl

[r3starttt]

CHARM

PAIRING: Jackson! Ellie x reader

CW: request. fluff. outbreak|tlou universe. me trying a new writing style lol

SUMMARY: in between cuddles ellie realizes you're ticklish

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It had been a long day, more exhausting than anticipated. It wasn't supposed to end this way, but how could anyone resist those pleading puppy eyes and the promise of another movie night? Ellie’s enthusiasm for cozy cuddles and her fascinating, albeit quirky, observations about films—facts she seemed to notice with every viewing, as if she were discovering them anew—was irresistible.

The quiet confines of Ellie’s room offered sanctuary from the fatigue of the day. The garage she called home transformed into a personal haven, adorned with an eclectic mix of art, space-themed decor, and comic book tokens. Christmas lights, strung haphazardly around the room, twinkled like distant stars, adding a warm, festive glow to the space. Music played softly in the background—a familiar tune from Ellie’s favorite artist and your favorte song to find balance. It always seemed to soothe both.

You were curled up on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs beneath a cozy blanket. The soft, ethereal light creating an intimate and lazy atmosphere. These moments, with their comforting simplicity, were what kept both of you going through the week.

"So," Ellie’s fingers began to trace lazy patterns on your arm, each touch sending a soothing shiver through you. "How was your day?" Her voice, soft and comforting, drew you from your thoughts. You turned to meet her eyes, which were already focused on you with a lazy smile.

"It was okay," you murmured, your voice trailing off into a whisper. "This new horse... it’s exhausting." You could hear Ellie’s chuckle, the sound brightening her face and accentuating the pretty freckles that danced across her cheeks.

"Don’t laugh," you commanded playfully, though your own laughter betrayed you. Your gaze drifted from her eyes to the warmth of her hands around your stomach.

You instinctively reached for her fingers, intertwining them with yours. You played with the softness of her knuckles, the warmth of her touch a perfect contrast to the cool evening air.

"tired from patrol, hmm?" Ellie’s tattooed arm slipped from your grasp, her fingers caressing beneath the soft cotton of your clothes and over the skin of your stomach. the contact sending a gentle thrill through you.

You hummed in response, a weak “mhm” as you shifted, seeking more space between your legs. Your body ached for her scent, her warmth, the comforting presence that was uniquely Ellie.

“I gotchu’,” she said, her voice holding a playful edge that you both loved. The tickling sensation began as a light, fuzzy feeling, spreading a delightful numbness across your stomach. You instinctively curled up, her fingers dancing across your ribs, sending you into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“Ellie, no!” you squealed, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from your lips. “Stop! I can’t breathe!” you managed to gasp between fits of giggles.

Ellie, caught in the infectious joy of the moment, finally relented. Her laughter mingled with yours as she leaned down, her face close to yours. “What?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful intent. You tried to respond, but your words were lost in the silly movements of your arms, desperately holding on to her. “What? What?” Her voice echoed in your ears, interspersed with the sweet sound of your shared laughter. “Stop!”

She complied, her hands coming to rest gently on your waist, giving you one last tickle as you caught your breath. The disapproving look you gave her was tempered with a smile that couldn’t quite hide your affection.

You both lay there, your bodies pressed close together, catching your breath. Her freckles, now flushed with a soft pink, revealed her own recovery from the tickling. “That’s—don’t do that. Like, ever,” you scolded gently, though there was no real malice in your words.

Ellie leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Forgive me?” she whispered against your lips, her voice carrying a playful undertone.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. The two of you settled back into the couch, the warmth of your love and the lingering laughter making the space between you even more cozy.

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours once more.

"I love you too,” you replied, your voice soft and sincere.

The tickling was soon forgotten, replaced by the enveloping warmth of her love and the softness of her kisses. You pulled her closer, savoring the moment and the profound comfort of being together.

[hypnagogics]

sometimes i'll randomly remember ellie's room is an actual garage. but she's made her space so cool and so her, that it doesn't even feel like you're visiting her y'know, in a garage lol. she'd love it when you visited, she'd organize her collectibles, kick all her strewn clothes under her bed, and make it as presentable as she could. but the first time you visited her, maybe you two were newly dating and the feelings and everything was all fresh and new, just blooming, she would be buzzing in anticipation as she waited for the knocks. she'd welcome you in and take a seat at the edge of her bed, fidgeting with her hands as she watched you walk around, inspecting the space. and when you asked her about a specific figurine, or what a poster was, she'd be over the moon excited to explain it to you. it'll be like, her eyes light up and sparkle, and she'd try to keep her cool and calmly explain and tell you about her favorite things, but the way you were looking at her in adoration, head tilted and eyes scanning her, made her stumble over her words and cheeks turn pink. upon realizing, you'd relish this, and pick up an action figure or something else from her shelf, and hand it to her as you move yourself closer to her, purposefully grazing her fingers with your own as you handed her it so she could tell you all about it.

"who's this, els?" "oh this one! she's one of my favorites..."

she'd explain and explain and even though you weren't totally knowledgeable about her interests, she would make sure you're paying attention and listening by glancing right at you, and asking if it makes sense with that familiar raspy tone in her voice we all know and love. and you loooved listening to her talk but to be honest with yourself, you aren't really listening to her words, but your eyes flicker down to her plump lips and you're mesmerized. suddenly needingwanting nothing more in the moment than to press your mouth onto hers. you feel your own cheeks heat up and reach to take the action figure from her hands, forgetting she's still rambling on about it.

sorry els. must do this first.

☆:quick drabble. nothing too fancy, kinda meh actually lmfao but i gotta make myself write something to fight off the writers block. i love thinking up random scenarios (feel free to request something, these blurbs are just the most fun to do i love em..and muchhh less intimidating than full fics lol, but i'll get to those soon enough) and this one feels decently canon i suppose. wish i could visit ellie's garage fr...

[lvlymicha]

please save me jackson!ellie😫

[fcksh1tup]

;Jackson!Ellie head cannons!

There's a smut section and a fluff section

;Jackson!Ellie doesn't mind pdi. Definitely loves having her hand around you waist, lower back, or intertwined between your fingers

;Jackson!Ellie loves to spoil you. Though she can't get much she will give you little trinkets she finds on patrol, even if it's a rock. "Look! It reminded me of you because it's shaped like a heart"

;Jackson!Ellie doesn't want you getting hurt, will stand behind you on patrol so nothing can sneak up on you. If you do get hurt she will 100% baby you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

;Jackson!Ellie has a huge obsession with your neck. Loves to leave marks if you'll let her. Will come up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist while leaving wet kisses all down your neck.

;Jackson!Ellie would use a strap if you wanted her to, but it's not her instinct to grab for that. She rather you come apart on her fingers or mouth.

[caraphernellie]

LET'S TAKE FIVE.

　　　　EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY.

⟢ skinny dipping in jackson.

the blistering heat of jackson's picnic days shows no mercy, patrol a burden on the backs of all rostered; it's a slow day, and you're dripping sweat. as far as you know, the infected souls don't appreciate the weather either – you haven't seen one all day. it has been nothing but a boring trip through the woods, yours and ellie's horses moving in slow trot, the two of you listening out only to find nothing promising. 

the only promising scene you find ends up being the end of the trail. it has been the one highlight of the day, knowing at the end of your trail you'd greet a large, picturesque lake, cerulean water flowing from the rivermouth above the rocks that surround it. it has often been a place that teenagers in jackson decide to sneak out to, but you've only taken tedious trips here and back to town due to patrol. 

"well," ellie chimes, voice strained and heavy with a sigh. it's been a quiet trip, nothing much on your mind for any topic of conversation– hearing her voice startles you for a moment, and when you look her way, she's wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. she squints her eyes to see beneath the sun's rays, surveying the area. "that was a huge waste of time. turning back after i sign us in?"

it looks so arcadian, the perfect solution to your discomfort, flowing waters shimmering under the late afternoon sun. as ellie heads into the isolated cabin to sign the patrol logs, you slide off your horse and leave her at the edge of the clearing with shimmer. your mind is set on the need to relieve yourself.

as she steps out of the cabin ellie finds your pack next to discarded sneakers at the edge of the grass, socks folded into the shoes and a trail of footprints in the sand, leading ellie all the way to the water's edge where you stand with eyes closed and hands on your hips. she almost doesn't want to interrupt, not quite sure whether you'll accept her pestering or mock it. usually it'll be the latter.

"so.. you ready to go back?" ellie asks, that silly habit of hers coming out to play – fingers twiddling and fidgeting, head tilted down though her eyes watch you intently. 

as expected, you scoff. "no, let's just take a few minutes here, alright?" you say, but it doesn't take much to convince ellie of anything. "need a break. a rest. it's too hot out here, el."

"ah, yeah, i guess," she murmurs, looking around. "five minutes." god forbid you let your guard down for a minute in this world, you'll pay the price for it someday, and ellie's not about to let that day be today. this is patrol, after all. though it's not uncommon for there to be days like this where there's no sign of anything or anyone, sometimes a runner or two have their ways of stirring the pot. "how's the water?"

"yeah, nice." you take a step out of the water for a moment, nimble fingers reaching for the fly of your shorts. "cool."

"what–" ellie is comically perplexed, brows knit and lips scrunched in her disgruntlement. "what are you doing? you're not going swimming…"

you ignore ellie, instead throwing the denim behind you in haphazard fashion, your t-shirt following. she's accepted perhaps taking a brief recess before heading back, not wanting to be out too long. ellie truly can't argue against cooling off, not when she can feel her skin burn under the sun. so she gives a sigh despite her lips curling up the slightest bit, starting to untie her shoelaces. 

in the midst of stripping to her tank top and underwear, ellie's eyes catch white cotton fly past, and she jumps back in utter shock. she looks up, and for lack of better word, is greeted with ass. your body in its purest form, bare of any clothing. not like she's never seen it, but a rush of crimson floods her speckled cheeks and she whines.

"the fuck are you doing? babe? what if someone sees?" 

"so what if someone sees? there's nobody around," you say with a shrug of your shoulders. you waste no time walking into the water once again, humming at the relief it provides your sweltering skin. "come on. it's really nice in here.."

ellie stares, saucer-wide eyes watching you venture into the lake like some sort of nymph, arms open to embrace the waterbody in all its serenity. she huffs a short sigh before following quickly, undressing to complete nothing.

"this is stupid," ellie murmurs as she swims after you, but maybe she's just having a pout because of how easily this got to her. it is stupid, but she'll be damned if she doesn't take the opportunity presented to share such a moment. it's silent if not for the rustling leaves of trees and the birds singing along to the outpour of the waterfall. and you're more laidback than ever, unafraid of being caught; letting the tranquility take over and calm your senses.

and with such comfortability in the air, she allows herself permission to relax, taking in the vulnerability and expressing it with a soft smile in your direction, hand in firm rest on your shoulder. all that follows are the most ardent of kisses to your lips and peppered along your neck, heated enough to compete with the sun. she's ready to start rushing you home again.

photomode creds to @/elliesbbygirl on tiktok/pinterest

[lillysbigwilly]

gf!ellie headcanons

starting off, ellie would introduce you as ‘the mrs’ or ‘my wife WHEREVER you go. i mean everyone, would hear those words whenever your in view

“oh look there’s the mrs now” or “there’s my wife”

quite nights in with gf!ellie >>>

she’d 100% play guitar and hum songs when you’ve had a long day and need sleep

couldn’t believe you actually agreed to go out with her originally, she genuinely thought you where straight until you blabbed about your ex girlfriend one night

will drag you everywhere with her. seriously if this woman needs a piss at 3 in the morning you best believe she is waking you up just so she can use the toilet while you stand lazily by the door

VERY protective over you, im not joking. if your on patrol together, she’ll always be behind you so nothing can jump at you without you realising

she tries not to let you kill anything, whether it’s infected or raiders but when you do team up to kill a large group of infected. your an undeniably good team.

ellie will (and this isn’t up for discussion) always talk through arguments. there is no going to bed angry with ellie as a girlfriend. everything is sorted within the hour.

you two are the centre of attention at Jackson parties. not only because your one of the few lesbian couples there but because after a few drinks, you both get quite handsy and dance carelessly together

the first kiss with ellie definitely happened randomly. maybe you were making food and ellie just walks in, grabs your face and kisses you.

you where the first to say ‘i love you’ because ellie was scared that admitting it aloud would be stupid. everyone she has loved before, had died.

it would be a cute moment though. just imagine sitting on the couch with ellie whilst she plays the guitar. your just admiring her with a smile as she strums chords and puts together a little tune.

you just couldn’t help but blurt out those three words. ellie’s movements stilled as she looked up at you, her eyes wide and her mouth open

she will so casually pull one of these after you say what you said

you knew she wouldn’t say it back but once she composed herself she just gives you a smile and grabs your hand, bringing your knuckles up to her lips

it would take her a while to say it back. it would probably be after either you or her get injured pretty badly.

speaking of injuries, she wouldn’t let you touch a single wound. ellie would clean and dress them while you just sit there watching her with an amused smile

sometimes, ellie would get on your nerves with how late she has a tendency to stay up to. you’ll be in bed and you’ll hear ellie screaming at the tv (either at a game or a film). knowing she got into bed with you at eleven, you checked the clock and saw it was 2am

if ellie wakes up before you (which is incredibly rare) she’ll bring you whatever food was being served in the dining hall and a coffee for you to have breakfast in bed.

gf!ellie would 100% get a tattoo that reminded her of you. something like a flower or an object that you loved

no thoughts just gf!ellie

[astralnymphh]

jackson!ellie. fluff. ellie has a sensitive neck canon! no smut. idk i just have a kissing and licking ellie fixation right now. mdni. image from @/elliebooger on pt.

ellie loves neck kisses a lot, by the way. there lies certain spots that have her nuzzling into you, or even distancing herself, overwhelmed by the sensitivity. but everytime—no matter what, it always makes her mirthful. “haha—you were not kidding..” beforehand, ellie was steadfast in her conjecture: that you were bluffing when you whispered “i want to kiss all of you.” and figured that ellie would melt under the sweet incursion, she even countered with: “then why haven't you done it?” but now there she lay, struggling to look at what you're doing and what you've made of her.

it leaves gaps for her composure when you start with her face, pattering down the bridge of her nose with your lips. new kisses crossed over drying ones, and before she knew it, you had dipped beneath her jaw, skimming down her cartoid. it remains sensitive as you tease, encouraging her neverminds to flutter. “fuck,” her curse is soft, and you feel her throat slightly bob under your lips. “this makes me want to forget about patrol later,” she releases a frail, smiling laugh, showing off those pretty canines, and loosely dragging fingers behind your head. the taste of her skin is the best.

“you move too much,” your lips write in saliva against that hot, salty skin wrapping her neck. she really does move too much, eager over everyday touch. “stay still—or i'll have to bite ya.” this is the breakfast of life she wakes up for every morning. sun crying in, you're all that stands between silence and sound.

maybe, she wants to get bit. maybe, your voice is whispering against her neck, erasing so many old regrets, opening her up like a sunflower. “oh no, that would be soo terrible.. wish you wouldn't, babe.” arching so perfectly into your mouth, it became impossible to resist.

[bowsellie]

Number One Fan

Chapter One

The Tipsy Bison was the most crowded you've ever seen it, and the makeshift stage taking up several feet of the room did not help the crammed feel. The lights were dim, and chatter was hushed as people checked their watches and prepared for the show they were promised. The first of its kind, Maria had said, with live music from one of the newer residents.

You were heading towards the bar, making a path through the crowd using your long stride and a string of "excuse me's". Just one shot, you promised yourself, for the nerves.

Approaching the already sticky counter, you set your elbows down and waved to catch the attention of the middle-aged bartender. "Hey, Seth, can I get a shot of fireball and a bottle of water?" He nodded, and you scrambled through the tiny purse on your arm to find the drink cards you were praying weren't already lost.

Not the first time, it seemed like your prayers were unanswered. "Shit, sorry man, I can't find the cards," you apologized, half to Seth and half to the shot sitting enticingly in front of you.

"Hey, don't worry. I've got an extra here," a husky, female voice said from beside you. You looked over to find someone you vaguely recognized--you'd done an assignment or two together, but had only heard her referred to as "Joel's girl".

"Oh, you really don't have to--" you began, but Seth was already taking the two salmon colored cards the girl had laid out.

"Old fashioned for you, Ellie?" She nodded, not meeting his gaze. Instead, the girl--Ellie--looked at you.

"It's no problem, I try not to drink too much," she said, sipping the Old Fashioned in front of her.

"What brings you to the bar, then? Doesn't seem like your kind of place," you asked. Trying to be polite, you attempted eye contact, but quickly looked away from the depth of her dark green eyes.

"Heard there was a show tonight, first chance to experience live music...ever. I was curious."

"Yeah?" you asked. "What kind of music do you usually listen to?"

"Whatever I can find, mostly. I have no idea what the person performing is doing, though. Hopefully it's good."

Your lips pursed in a coy smile, but before you could find something witty to say the lights in the bar brightened and dimmed again. "Better go find a good spot," you said. "Thanks for the drink." With that, you stood up and made your way through the crowd to the side of the stage. Mia and Jayden were ready, holding their guitar and bass as you grabbed the mic and flicked the "on" switch. With that, the three of you were on stage.

"Hey everybody!" you said, smiling into the crowd against the lights and waving as if you could see them. "I'll be singing for you tonight, some original songs and some I've heard around. On guitar we've got Mia," you said, pointing your body towards her as she played a lick that drew cheers, "and on bass we've got Jayden." The smaller boy slapped and plucked a quick baseline, drawing his own applause. "We're the Floaters!"

Mia and Jayden began the first song exactly in the way you rehearsed, giving you a few bars to breathe and prepare before launching into the first verse. As you sang, your shoulders dropped and your breathing regulated as you remembered that this is it--this is what you've always done. Who cares if it's a new crowd, new town, new people? The music is always the same.

As the set went on, your eyes began to adjust to the crowd. Scanning, making eye contact, smiling at audience members to make them feel the connection you loved creating. Nowhere, though, was the auburned hair girl from before. Maybe this isn't her scene you thought, back turned to bar between songs. Maybe she was hoping for something else.

It wasn't until your eye was drawn to the bar that you saw her. In the same place, in the same position, sipping the same Old Fashioned with her intense stare on you. This time, you held it back. For far longer than was appropriate, you sang the song at Ellie, locked in a game of staring chicken that she seemed reluctant to lose. It wasn't until the end of the song, and the end of a set as a whole, that you were able to look back towards the rest of the group to bow with your bandmates.

When you looked back to the bar, hoping to catch her eye again, Ellie was gone.

[jaca3rys]

Mentally i am here

[r3starttt]

HIIIII!

Could I request jackson!ellie x fem!reader where their cuddling and their playing 21 questions and reader mentions that like one of her weaknesses is getting tickled so then ellie like climbs on reader and starts tickling her.

Ends with kisses and fluff please? Totally fine if you can't do it it's just I saw your post about requesting stuff<333

mwah much love

changed some things but the original stuff is there. Hope u like it cs I'm blushing and giggling, also tysm for this request it's SO cute ughhhhh!!!!

[hypnagogics]

just had an idea OMFG: ellie teaches you how to ice-skate. firstly, she'd help you do them up tightly, then hold your hand as you waddle to the rink, then upon stepping on the ice, she'd bite her lip and look away from you to hide her smirks because seeing you struggle was apparently hilarious to her. she'd hover behind you, hands outstretched, floating by the sides of your waist ready to catch you if you fall, "that's, it baby." she'd reassure you as you get the hang of it slowly, one foot after the other, knees bent, and arms out like wings. feeling ridiculous, yet glad she's there for you. but lemme be honest here for some reason i feel like she'd let you fall once, just once! to have a laugh, then pull you up by the wrists and apologize through chuckles. i also feel like she'd suddenly speed all the way in front of you, then look back with a cheeky grin, taunting, "you can't catch me!" sticking her tongue out too, but not in a mean way, but in a "we're both having fun" way, idk. then she would race back, spin around you while making sure to cover your brand new skates and bottom of your pants with ice shavings as she shows off her moves, then smoothly grabbing onto your waist and smiling at you-i need to stop with these ideas and just write a full length story...but had to jot this one down too lol.