#nervous william

[joannasprose]

ellie williams x nervous!reader

content warning: slight insecurity, a nervous girl who doesn’t know what to do with herself, fluff, comfort (as always), vague angst, proofread this time! (proofread but not edited, sorry I’m lazy!)

note: I found this in my drafts, I didn’t even know I made something like this and decided to post it :) also you can thank my mind (in good ways and bad), because I have another Ellie post that will be ready soon 👀 trying so badly not to post back to back though 💜 (this one is a little rushed and not as good as my others because I completely forgot what it was about 🫡)

| ellie can tell that there’s something up with you. when you finally tell her, she can’t help but be slightly amused.

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ellie’s hand has yet to leave the small of your back. as the two of you walk through the unfamiliar bar, you cling onto her a little more tightly.

she watches you—unbeknownst to you—as your brows furrow, as you begin to chew the flesh of your cheek. “you okay,” she questions, now leading you over to what you assumed to be the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind you.

her hand moves slowly to the side of your waist, pulling you closely towards her, holding you gently. you smile, a nervous one as your arms nervously wrap around the sides of her shoulders and loop around her. “yeah. i’m okay, i’m just…” but you’ve stopped yourself.

it had now been four months since both you and ellie had started dating. even then, before she knew of your feelings—her actions had never failed to make you nervous. sure, she had her moments where she would stumble over her words while a rosy hue coated her cheeks. but the moment she had figured you out, the teasing became relentless. not that you minded it, though.

“I’m fine. It’s fine.” you say, eyes once leaving every inch of her figure and darting to the tiled floors, the decorative picture frames—anything but her.

“Y/N,” ellie says, the softness of her eyes never leaving as she spoke, “tell me what’s on your mind. you know I won’t judge.” her hand abandons your waist, now grazing over the skin of your cheek, holding you gently.

“It’s stupid. It’s nothing really,” you begin. this time ellie doesn’t interrupt, practically forcing you continue on with your ramble. “the people. they make me nervous. and you—“ you say but interrupt yourself. you almost don’t see it. the way ellie’s eyes flicker in guilt, the way her grip on you loosens subtly, as if to free you from the overwhelming feeling of her presence.

“no-no. that’s not what I meant.” you say as you scramble for words. abruptly, you pull her closer to you, a tightening hug that she embraces with you when the feeling subsides. slightly.

“you just. when I’m around you, I don’t know what to do with myself. you make me nervous, it’s just embarrassing. and yeah, I know we’ve been dating for a couple of months now,” ellie watches as you continue with your ramble, the words falling from your tongue mindlessly. she just waits, watches, “but I don’t know. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.”

ellie pauses, and she looks at you, pulling away just to see your face. you look away, eyes finding the hem of her shirt but she pulls her hand to your cheek, making you look at her now. “I make you nervous?” even if you hadn’t looked at her, you could practically hear the smile on her lips. you push her away, now embarrassed.

“ellie, stop,” you say, dragging out the letter p when you say it. You try to sound irritated, but you find yourself fighting away a smile.

“What? I like seeing my girl smile,” she begins, grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to her as the music from the house becomes distorted, slowing becoming nothing but background noise. “And, I don’t want you worrying about anything okay?” ellie backtracks, nearly cringing at her words, “not that, I could just make you not worry, you know? Like I’m not forcing you or anything. I hope it didn’t come out that way.” this time, you find comfort in ellie’s loosely put words.

And as you smile, when you smile, she stops, watching you like she always has.

“It’s okay ellie. I get it.” You pull her closer to you, and this time you don’t hesitate when you push your lips against hers. for a moment, her lips are still, presumably in slight shock—but she quickly recuperates and kisses you back.

after a moment, you pull away and speaks, “you’re not shy anymore? you can kiss me now?”

you shove ellie playfully away from you, muttering asshole, under your breath.

In the height of the night, even with your undying anxiety, you’d always known ellie would be there to comfort you no matter what.



[stephanweaverofworlds]

@faridahmalik @vixendoe

Happy Pride everyone! I haven't posted in a while but Dont Starve is crawling back into my little brain so heres a lil triumphant maxwil because i love them <3

[apoemaday]

Upon Turning 25, a Small Nervous Breakdown

by Megan Williams

I thought marriage, by now, my love, a little house, our vegetable garden growing beautiful, green, rich with vines & I thought weekend getaways, friends always popping by, dinner parties, 2.a.m whispers about all the good years ahead of us & I thought about my own thoughts, unburdened, happy elevator music, self-hatred resolved like a 90s sitcom & I thought at least taxes might make sense, 401ks too, maybe I'd even remember when an oil change is due without Dad's reminder & I thought this black certainty of my own uselessness might evaporate like spilled beer (which I still hate) & I thought this birthday, a quarter century alive, might finally quiet my greed for more — more pink candles, more iMessage confetti, more Mom cooing pretty girl, more chocolate cake, more assurance that I matter, god damnit, that I am worth celebrating even without the love, the little house, the vegetable garden, just me alone, the most stubborn weed, my stupid face turned toward the sun.

[srnileforme]

jakkra makeup's instagram update with williamest ♡ ⤷ #ICONSIAMMiracleOfGiftsxWilliamEst

[pain-is-too-tired]

I'm thinking about the Apollo Cabin and crying again y'all fdhdg

Just thinking about Little Will struggling to find a talent that fits with his other siblings, watching them ace Archery and Music no problem, and feeling really self-conscious about it.

Lee making the decision to have him shadow Michael in the infirmary and Michael immediately being taking him under his wing.

First time Will's healing abilities show up Will's confused as to what had just happened but Michael is pumped. Lee practically could see him glowing when they meet back for dinner Michael's so proud.

Anytime anyone even tries to talk down to Will about his lack of Archery or Music expertise like his siblings Michael has to be held back from throwing hands. Especially cause he knows Will takes it to heart.

After BoM, Will's self confidence plummets due to losing his biggest support system and having to take care of so many lives on his own. It doesn't really start to build back up until Nico starts noticing and helps him through it.

[formulanni]

Alex Albon as The Hermit:

The Hermit suggests that you are in a phase of introspection where you are drawing your attention inwards and looking for answers within. You are in need of a period of inner reflection, away from the current demands of your position.

This is a call to embark on a journey of self-discovery, embracing our true spiritual self and inner wisdom.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[vifilms]

sub!ellie on top but she’s so awkward about it, she’s definitely giggling and saying lame jokes as she sits herself on your cock which feels unimaginably heavenly but she can’t quite manage the pace well enough so you have to step in for her. your hands grip her slender waist, guiding her into the right rhythm, the dildo bottoming out deliciously until she’s softly thanking you for it as she starts bouncing on your cock while she recites your name like an oath

[bratphilia]

endmdjdjkdk perv uncle william finds out reader sleeps wearimg only her oversized shirt and no underwear……

cw ; incest, somno, humping

WILLIAM AFTON who is sent up to your room to check on you. you've been up there quite a while; your parents were concerned. your door is open a crack and when he opens it wider, he finds you asleep on your bed. the glow of lights hitting your sleeping form almost makes you look angelic, which is when he notices you in a certain position. you're on your stomach, hugging a pillow to your head, oversized shirt that would normally reach just below your upper thighs had rode up to reveal your ass. william swallows, trying to wet his dry throat. like a man possessed, he finds himself stepping forward to sit on the bed. you don't even shift, you must be a heavy sleeper. lucky for him. he licks his lips and gets a brilliant, nasty idea.

he slowly slides down the zipper of his slacks down, careful not to wake you from the noise it makes. he climbs around to hover over you on his knees, cock in hand. he releases it to let it slap softly against your ass, making the flesh jiggle and you stir. it makes him harder than he already is. taking his dick back in his hand, he presses it against your pussy. it sticks out between your legs perfectly, presenting yourself to him. he debates putting it in but decides to save that for another time. he wants you to be awake for that. you'd moan so prettily, soprano voice, mouth in the shape of an 'o' as you grip his shoulders. maybe he'd be your first, the first to stretch you out and teach you every dirty thing.

he rubs his dick against your slit. from the angle your laying in, he can't quite hit your clit, but your hole is just enough for him to prod at. he smothers the tip against it, feeling himself lubricating it. it takes everything within him not to just stick his cock inside you. good things come to those who wait, he reminds himself.

"uncle will," you murmur. his attention is taken away from your ass, your pretty fucking pussy, and meets your doe eyes, squinted from sleep and adjusting to the light that bleeds through your room. "what are you doing?"

"shh," he whispers. "go back to sleep, darling. uncle will's just takin' care of his beautiful girl."

"okay..." you rest your head back down on the pillow. william's pushing against your pussy becomes more relentless as he feels himself get closer. your raspy voice, your something-of-a willingness really gets him going.

"'s wrong," you murmur, but your hips are grinding upwards almost desperately.

he looks at you, close to spilling over. he's breathless by now, voice a little louder. "mm, then why are you moving your hips, huh? you want this, honey. it's okay that you're tired, you don't know what you're saying."

"okay, uncle will," you say again, closing your eyes this time. with that, he cums. leaking cock making a mess of your pussy, your legs, and your sheets.

[kittiewales]

day 1 back and already touching his ass in front of the world again

[ollylotl]

heyyyy i just dropped a completed multichapter 58k words prime defenders fantasy au fic. if you like greyscale arc, or ghostknife, or general pd shenanigans in alternate universes, maybe check it out :D

[joannasprose]

can you write hcs of ellie williams x nervous reader based on your last fic? i loved it so much ahh

of course I can! thank you so much for the request :)

sorry this kinda turned out a little longer than I expected it to be, but I hope you love it nonetheless! 💜 (I also don’t know if these would count as nervous, she is nervous—but more anxious, distant?)

content warning: hurt/comfort, overthinking, anxiety, anxiousness, bad habits, not proofread, I think that’s it (?)

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| ellie williams with a nervous!reader, who doesn’t mind speaking for her. Ellie herself isn’t much of a talker—but the two of you are on different spectrums. While Ellie does not go out of her way to talk to people, that doesn’t mean she’s scared. Just awkward, not really surprising. You, on the other hand,, she watches as you just stand nervously to the side, eyes looking everywhere but at the person in from of you. So she’s taken the role of speaking to people when you don’t feel particularly up to it. :)

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You standthere, arm wrapped around Ellie’s as you watch her conversed in conversation. It’s annoying, really. Feeling as the words get caught up in your throat.

Sometimes, when you watch Ellie talk with people, when you watch her talk for you, you find yourself feeling envious of how easy it comes. Of course, you had known Ellie was awkward—you’d known it since the first day you met her. But she had never been afraid to speak her mind. Unlike you. Who stumbled on words wedged deeply into your anxious mind.

“You okay?” She asks, pulling you out of your dissociative state, and making you focus your attention entirely on her.

You smile as you speak, “I’m fine,” you say, honestly. You sit perched on her lap now, her hand cradles your waist, and she’s looking up to you now. “Okay,” she says hesitantly, “just let me know when you wanna go, okay?” You nod your head in agreement, watching as she turns away, her hand gripping your waist a little tighter to let you know she’s there.

***

You and Ellie lay in bed together, your curled into her and her hand rests on your cheek.

“Y/N, are you okay?” She asks, this time it’s a little more stern than usual. Not harsh. But not soft. You look up to her, watching as her hazel eyes look over all of your features—once again, making you nervous.

“Sometimes I feel like my anxieties is kinda a burden. I don’t know. I just don’t want you to be worried for me all the time.”

You hear Ellie scoff. Laugh, basically.

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re nervous or not, okay? I’ll always worry about you.” You smile as you curl further into her. Her hand that once rest on your cheek, not rests on the back of your head—soothing you to sleep in the wake of the night.

—

| Ellie who makes sure you aren’t indulging in your bad habits; whether that’s picking at your nail beds, not saying what’s completely on your mind, rubbing your hands against the fabric of your clothes. She wants you to be as comfortable as possible. Even if it’s only a little.

—

| Ellie Williams, who comforts you in your overthinking. She found that when dating you, it had only come sparsely in its rarity—but your doubts of her wanting you was there. But she was always there to soothe those needless feelings.

***

“You think I don’t want you?” She asks, brows furrowed deeply.

Again, though not unusual, you avoid her gaze as you speak, “I don’t know. Sometimes I just don’t know why you would want me. It’s stupid. I’m just overthinking again.” And before you know it, Ellie’s lips are pressed against yours—and they are soft as they always were. Delicate, gentle, and real.

“I know I can’t it them go away. Not now, at least. But I always want you. Even when you don’t think I do, all I find myself wanting is you.”

—

| And for the last headcanon, I picture Ellie always being there as you are for her. When she needs you, you’re always there—always there to guide her when in need. And she treasures you for that. Ellie handles you, speaks of you, and thinks of you with care. At least she tries to. Most of the time. Even if she does get frustrated—because no is perfect—she never hesitates to assure you of her love. She knows that her anger can sometimes be reckless—but she tries her best to make it up to you if she ever makes you feel less than what she knows you as. Perfect.

[elliespuns]

The fact Ellie lost the two fingers she used to hold when she was scared or nervous for comfort

Yeah, tell me about it... poor littol pookie

[aouiaa]

how do we feel about my girl?

EDIT: ITS OUTTTTTTT

[rocketqueen1989x]

🍒🎸🎤

[abbysthighs]

She’s so nervous explaining her immunity. I mean, Joel made it clear it should be a secret.