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hello everyone. long LONG time no see, but i'm back on my bullshit. here's an excerpt from a story i've been pondering over recently.
for context: joel and ellie took you in when you were 15, blah blah lots of lore. long story short, you end up in jackson with them, you and ellie are 18, almost 19, and unfortunately...you've fallen in love with her. ellie williams. your best friend. oh my god. good luck babe!
summary: you have morning coffees with joel almost every morning, and your feelings for ellie are causing quite the inner turmoil...here's you confiding in joel who has become a father to you. longing. yearning. fatherly love. sarcasm. friends to lovers. the whole shabang.
a/n: i fear this is mostly self indulgent as someone apart of the dead dad club LMFAOO
wc: 2.1k
As you step outside, the early fall air immediately wakes you up slightly as it wicks through your thin clothes. You wrap your free arm around torso, warm coffee mug in the other as you walk through the side yard of Joel's house. Your feet crunch against the dying grass as you exhale shakily. As you turn the corner, you immediately spot Joel already sitting in his respective chair on the porch. You smile softly as you approach the steps, directing the smile towards him.
Joel looks up as you approach, a familiar warm smile gracing his lips. He tilts his head in acknowledgment, his eyes still weary from sleep.
"Mornin'," he grunts, his voice still rough from waking up. He gestures to the chair beside him, silently inviting you to join. You slowly walk up the porch steps, sleep still taking toll on your body, causing you to move groggily. The sun rises, peeking out behind some clouds, providing you with a bit of warmth from the crisp air.
"Morning," you grumble in return, sitting down on the chair beside him, bringing a knee to your chest and immediately taking a sip of your coffee. You sigh as the hot liquid falls down your throat, warming you up from the inside.
Joel chuckles softly at your grumble, well aware and used to your morning moodiness. He also takes a sip of his coffee, savoring the bitter taste before speaking, "Rough start to the day?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Always," you mumble softly, taking another sip, desperate to wake up some more. A soft wind blows, causing the wind chimes to play their familiar music.
Joel grins wryly and nods, settling back into his chair. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sounds now being the wind chimes and the faint chirping of birds in the distance. This routine has become sacred to both of you, getting to sit together before the hustle and bustle of the day, just enjoying the other's presence. While the mornings are usually peaceful, your thoughts begin to cloud your mind as soon as your brain wakes up even the tiniest bit. Eventually, Joel breaks the silence, his voice gruff but gentle.
"Seems like fall's finally making its way in," he observes, glancing around, feeling the chill of the air envelope him. You nod in agreement, grimacing. "Unfortunately...it's too damn cold. I'm still not used to it being this cold this early. in the year"
Joel nods, a knowing look in his eyes. "Hm," he hums, "sometimes I forget you grew up mainly in the deep south. Your body's built for the warmth, I reckon. You're in for a rude awakening, ain't nothin' quite like a northern fall–or winter, for that matter. It'll get pretty damn harsh up here."
You groan, this is your first winter in Jackson, and while you're grateful to finally have a bed to sleep in and a stable roof over your head, you can't help but feel a little upset at how cold it'll get.
"Can't wait..." you retort sarcastically and take another sip, sighing softly. Joel snorts, a dry chuckle escaping his lips, "Oh aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning, ain't ya? Even more so than usual," he teases, a glint of amusement in his eyes. You chuckle in response, shaking your head, letting out a soft groan.
"Sorry. I'm just thinkin'. Kinda too lost in thought to be the greatest of company this morning." Joel notices the change in your demeanor, your usual early morning grumbles making way for something a little deeper, and his rugged features soften.
He looks over your face, taking note of your slightly furrowed brows and frown. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"I don't know if I can even tell you these thoughts for a quarter," you attempt to joke, but it falls flat. Clearly whatever you're thinking about is taking over your entire mind. However, Joel still cracks a wry smile, appreciating the attempt and nods at you.
"Try me," he says. "Though I can't say I guarantee a quarter's worth of wisdom, but I'm listenin'."
His words bring a sort of peace to your anxious mind, yet the thoughts still linger. You sigh softly and groan, putting your face in your free hand, your other tightening its grip on your mug. Joel watches you closely, noticing your clear frustration. His expression turns more serious, sensing that whatever you're grappling with isn't something lighthearted.
"C'mon, kiddo," he coaxes, his voice gentle but firm. "Out with it." You attempt to disguise your frustration with a forced smile and a wave of your hand, but Joel just smirks at you, knowing you well enough to see through your playful facade.
"Nuh uh," he shakes his head, leaning forward slightly in his chair and takes another sip of coffee, sighing. "That ain't gonna work on me and you know it. What's bothering you?" You roll your eyes playfully, cursing his stubbornness and protectiveness. You squint your eyes slightly and look out onto the street ahead of you, listening to the wind chimes. Eventually, you take a deep breath and open your mouth the begin talking.
"I've got these..." you gesture with your free hand, attempting to find the right words for your inner turmoil, but to no avail, "feelings." You shake your head and take another sip, eyes trained on the street, "I don't know..." You shake your head.
Joel notices your struggle to find the words, his hard gaze unwavering and attentive. He also takes a sip of coffee before setting the mug down on the table between you, looking over at you.
"Feelings, huh? 'Bout what exactly?" He probes gently, his voice filled with patience for you. You close your eyes and sigh, "Who is the better question." You mumble quietly, a part of you hoping he didn't even hear you. However, he did, of course. His brow furrows momentarily, leaning back in his chair, shifting his gaze to try and catch your eye, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips.
"Who, huh?" He echoes, his voice gravelly, "lemme take a guess..." You roll your eyes. There's not a chance in hell he knows who you're talking about, because it's absurd. You finally shift your eyes back to him, "You'll never guess," you murmur.
Joel chuckles deeply, "Oh you underestimate me, kid," he retorts, the smirk in the corners of his lips deepening. "I know you well enough to take a pretty educated guess." You furrow your brows and look at him, silently challenging him to guess. He takes a moment to consider, his keen eyes studying your expression, and his eyes crinkle.
"Alright," he begins slowly, clearing his throat. "Let me throw out a name." You shrug, taking a sip, confident he'll say some girl you've talked to twice, or even a boy you've mentioned in passing. He looks out at the street, mirroring your early actions before tilting his head, his eyes locked onto yours as he prepares to make his guess. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady and sure.
"Ellie," he says firmly, his eyes unwavering as he gauges your reaction, his eye crinkling more as his smirk deepens into a smug smile. You choke on the coffee you're in the middle of swallowing, coughing as you hear her name fall from his lips, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Gotcha, didn't I?" He teases, his smile turning into a full blown grin as he looks at your shocked and confused face. "Don't look so shocked, kid. You're not exactly subtle."
Your eyebrows furrow as you look between your eyes, "What?" If Joel was able to notice, does that mean...?
He interrupts your thoughts with a husky laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at her? How you've been looking at her? For years?" He chuckles again and tilts his head at you, "It's pretty obvious, even to an old fart like me."
You groan and place your coffee down on the table, resting your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands. "How long have you known?" You mumble into your hands, though you're almost too afraid to know the answer. He hums thoughtfully, "How long?" He repeats, scratching his bearded chin, "hmmm, let me think..." He pretends to count the days out on his fingers, a deliberate slowness to his movements.
"Well, let's see," he says, drawing out each word with his southern drawl, "I think I've known for...oh, I dunno, about a year now.' You raise your head out of your hands and look at him in bewilderment, "Joel...you're lying."
He grins back at you, "Why would I lie about this, kiddo?" You lean back into your chair, rubbing your hand over your face, mumbling an "oh my god."
Joel laughs heartily, finding your flustered state amusing, "Oh c'mon, don't look so horrified," he teases, "it ain't as bad as you're makin' it out to be." You shoot your eyes over to him, shaking your head, "Joel, she's my best friend."
Joel nods in understanding, his expression softening as he looks at your anxious state. "Oh, I know," his voice losing some of the teasing edge from earlier, gentleness taking over, "but feelings ain't always that simple, are they? Feelings are complicated," he reassures, "and when it comes to best friends," he whistles lowly, "well, it'll complicate things even more."
You look up at the porch ceiling, moving to pick up your forgotten coffee and take a long sip, grimacing as it's turned slightly cold. You sigh and look back at him with pleading eyes.
"What am I supposed to do? I thought they'd go away a long time ago but..." you trail off, searching his eyes for his wisdom.
"I wish I had a simple answer for you, darlin'. Feelings aren't always something you can just make disappear. Believe me, I know that all too well." He squints his eyes as he looks out.
"You're no help." You grumble, taking a sip of your now cold coffee. He chuckles softly, the warm sound rumbling in his chest as he raising his hands in mock defense.
"Hey, I never said I was an expert on relationships. Just an old man trying to give his two cents." You chuckle in response and take a deep breath. You're afraid to ask this next question, but it's been gnawing in the back of your mind, "Do you think she knows?" Your voice soft, wincing a little bit as you look down at your coffee.
He ponders your question for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he genuinely tries to come up with an answer, he sighs lowly before answering, "Can't say for sure...Ellie's a smart kid, and she knows you like the back of her hand. But sometimes...feelings can be hard to pick up on, even for the smartest of us." You nod slowly, swirling your coffee in its mug.
"That's what I was afraid of...sometimes I'm scared she can see right into my soul." You chuckle dryly. He lets out a soft laugh, appreciating your lighthearted attempt to play it off, "Yeah she's got a way of seeing' through people, ain't she? Can't hide much from her, you included."
You groan again, throwing your head back to slump into the chair. "Don't say that. You're supposed to say: 'Oh don't worry, she's completely oblivious and has absolutely no idea you're madly in love with her'" You mimic in his deep southern voice.
Joel can't help but let out a hearty laugh at your imitation of his southern voice. He grins widely, clearly amused by your mockery.
"Alright, alright," he chuckles, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Lemme try again." He clears his throat and puts on his best serious face.
"Darlin', she ain't got a clue," he says in his gravelly voice, suppressing a smirk. "Oblivious as can be."
You smile at him, appreciating his efforts to make you feel better, even if they aren't exactly true. He returns your smile and chuckles, "Hope that's of some help. Though I gotta say," He leans toward you his voice lowering, "your impression could use some work."
You laugh, feeling put at ease by his familiar teasing, "No...I don't think it does. It's pretty spot on actually," you quip back, causing another gruff laugh to fall from his lips. "If you say so, kid."
You smirk at him and open your mouth to retort back but are cut short by the sound of the door to you and Ellie's shed creaking open, cutting through the relative silence of your surroundings.
"Speak of the Devil," he smirks at your automatic body response of slumping further down into the chair. "C'mon now, you can play it cool. You're tough."
You groan softly, "Im not the same girl you took in when I was fifteen," you whine softly, "I've lost my edge!" You slowly sit up as you hear her footsteps approaching from the side of the house, shooting him a look, "Not a word," you warn him, pointing at him. He raises his hands and pretends to zip his mouth shut as Ellie rounds the house, giving you both a sleepy nod and a grumbled, "morning." Her eyes lighting up when she sees you.
hello everyone. long LONG time no see, but i'm back on my bullshit. here's an excerpt from a story i've been pondering over recently.
for context: joel and ellie took you in when you were 15, blah blah lots of lore. long story short, you end up in jackson with them, you and ellie are 18, almost 19, and unfortunately...you've fallen in love with her. ellie williams. your best friend. oh my god. good luck babe!
summary: you have morning coffees with joel almost every morning, and your feelings for ellie are causing quite the inner turmoil...here's you confiding in joel who has become a father to you. longing. yearning. fatherly love. sarcasm. friends to lovers. the whole shabang.
a/n: i fear this is mostly self indulgent as someone apart of the dead dad club LMFAOO
wc: 2.1k
As you step outside, the early fall air immediately wakes you up slightly as it wicks through your thin clothes. You wrap your free arm around your torso, warm coffee mug in the other as you walk through the side yard of Joel's house. Your feet crunch against the dying grass as you exhale shakily. As you turn the corner, you immediately spot Joel already sitting in his respective chair on the porch. You smile softly as you approach the steps, directing the smile towards him.
Joel looks up as you approach, a familiar warm smile gracing his lips. He tilts his head in acknowledgment, his eyes still weary from sleep.
"Mornin'," he grunts, his voice still rough from waking up. He gestures to the chair beside him, silently inviting you to join. You slowly walk up the porch steps, sleep still taking toll on your body, causing you to move groggily. The sun rises, peeking out behind some clouds, providing you with a bit of warmth from the crisp air.
"Morning," you grumble in return, sitting down on the chair beside him, bringing a knee to your chest and immediately taking a sip of your coffee. You sigh as the hot liquid falls down your throat, warming you up from the inside.
Joel chuckles softly at your grumble, well aware and used to your morning moodiness. He also takes a sip of his coffee, savoring the bitter taste before speaking, "Rough start to the day?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Always," you mumble softly, taking another sip, desperate to wake up some more. A soft wind blows, causing the wind chimes to play their familiar music.
Joel grins wryly and nods, settling back into his chair. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sounds now being the wind chimes and the faint chirping of birds in the distance. This routine has become sacred to both of you, getting to sit together before the hustle and bustle of the day, just enjoying the other's presence. While the mornings are usually peaceful, your thoughts begin to cloud your mind as soon as your brain wakes up even the tiniest bit. Eventually, Joel breaks the silence, his voice gruff but gentle.
"Seems like fall's finally making its way in," he observes, glancing around, feeling the chill of the air envelope him. You nod in agreement, grimacing. "Unfortunately...it's too damn cold. I'm still not used to it being this cold this early in the year"
Joel nods, a knowing look in his eyes. "Hm," he hums, "sometimes I forget you grew up mainly in the deep south. Your body's built for the warmth, I reckon. You're in for a rude awakening, ain't nothin' quite like a northern fall–or winter, for that matter. It'll get pretty damn harsh up here."
You groan, this is your first winter in Jackson, and while you're grateful to finally have a bed to sleep in and a stable roof over your head, you can't help but feel a little upset at how cold it'll get.
"Can't wait..." you retort sarcastically and take another sip, sighing softly. Joel snorts, a dry chuckle escaping his lips, "Oh you’re just a ray of sunshine this morning, ain't ya? Even more so than usual," he teases, a glint of amusement in his eyes. You chuckle in response, shaking your head, letting out a soft groan.
"Sorry. I'm just thinkin'. Kinda too lost in thought to be the greatest of company this morning." Joel notices the change in your demeanor, your usual early morning grumbles making way for something a little deeper, and his rugged features soften.
He looks over your face, taking note of your slightly furrowed brows and frown. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"I don't know if I can even tell you these thoughts for a quarter," you attempt to joke, but it falls flat. Clearly whatever you're thinking about is taking over your entire mind. However, Joel still cracks a wry smile, appreciating the attempt and nods at you.
"Try me," he says. "Though I can't say I guarantee a quarter's worth of wisdom, but I'm listenin'."
His words bring a sort of peace to your anxious mind, yet the thoughts still linger. You sigh softly and groan, putting your face in your free hand, your other tightening its grip on your mug. Joel watches you closely, noticing your clear frustration. His expression turns more serious, sensing that whatever you're grappling with isn't something lighthearted.
"C'mon, kiddo," he coaxes, his voice gentle but firm. "Out with it." You attempt to disguise your frustration with a forced smile and a wave of your hand, but Joel just smirks at you, knowing you well enough to see through your playful facade.
"Nuh uh," he shakes his head, leaning forward slightly in his chair and takes another sip of coffee, sighing. "That ain't gonna work on me and you know it. What's bothering you?" You roll your eyes playfully, cursing his stubbornness and protectiveness. You squint your eyes slightly and look out onto the street ahead of you, listening to the wind chimes. Eventually, you take a deep breath and open your mouth to begin talking.
"I've got these..." you gesture with your free hand, attempting to find the right words for your inner turmoil, but to no avail, "feelings." You shake your head and take another sip, eyes trained on the street, "I don't know..." You shake your head.
Joel notices your struggle to find the words, his hard gaze unwavering and attentive. He also takes a sip of coffee before setting the mug down on the table between you, looking over at you.
"Feelings, huh? 'Bout what exactly?" He probes gently, his voice filled with patience for you. You close your eyes and sigh, "Who is the better question." You mumble quietly, a part of you hoping he didn't even hear you. However, he did, of course. His brow furrows momentarily, leaning back in his chair, shifting his gaze to try and catch your eye, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips.
"Who, huh?" He echoes, his voice gravelly, "lemme take a guess..." You roll your eyes. There's not a chance in hell he knows who you're talking about, because it's absurd. You finally shift your eyes back to him, "You'll never guess," you murmur.
Joel chuckles deeply, "Oh you underestimate me, kid," he retorts, the smirk in the corners of his lips deepening. "I know you well enough to take a pretty educated guess." You draw your eyebrows together and look at him, silently challenging him to guess. He takes a moment to consider, his keen eyes studying your expression, and his eyes crinkle.
"Alright," he begins slowly, clearing his throat. "Let me throw out a name." You shrug, taking a sip, confident he'll say some girl you've talked to twice, or even a boy you've mentioned in passing. He looks out at the street, mirroring your early actions before tilting his head, his eyes locked onto yours as he prepares to make his guess. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady and sure.
"Ellie," he says firmly, his eyes unwavering as he gauges your reaction, his eye crinkling more as his smirk deepens into a smug smile. You choke on the coffee you're in the middle of swallowing, coughing as you hear her name fall from his lips, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Gotcha, didn't I?" He teases, his smile turning into a full blown grin as he looks at your shocked and confused face. "Don't look so shocked, kid. You're not exactly subtle."
Your eyebrows furrow as you look between his eyes, "What?" If Joel was able to notice, does that mean...?
He interrupts your thoughts with a husky laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at her? How you've been looking at her? For years?" He chuckles again and tilts his head at you, "It's pretty obvious, even to an old fart like me."
You groan and place your coffee down on the table, resting your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands. "How long have you known?" You mumble into your hands, though you're almost too afraid to know the answer. He hums thoughtfully, "How long?" He repeats, scratching his bearded chin, "hmmm, let me think..." He pretends to count the days out on his fingers, a deliberate slowness to his movements.
"Well, let's see," he says, drawing out each word with his southern drawl, "I think I've known for...oh, I dunno, about a year now.' You raise your head out of your hands and look at him in bewilderment, "Joel...you're lying."
He grins back at you, "Why would I lie about this, kiddo?" You lean back into your chair, rubbing your hand over your face, mumbling an "oh my god."
Joel laughs heartily, finding your flustered state amusing, "Oh c'mon, don't look so horrified," he teases, "it ain't as bad as you're makin' it out to be." You shoot your eyes over to him, shaking your head, "Joel, she's my best friend."
Joel nods in understanding, his expression softening as he looks at your anxious state. "Oh, I know," his voice losing some of the teasing edge from earlier, gentleness taking over, "but feelings ain't always that simple, are they? Feelings are complicated," he reassures, "and when it comes to best friends," he whistles lowly, "well, it'll complicate things even more."
You look up at the porch ceiling, moving to pick up your forgotten coffee and take a long sip, grimacing as it's turned slightly cold. You sigh and look back at him with pleading eyes.
"What am I supposed to do? I thought they'd go away a long time ago but..." you trail off, searching his eyes for his wisdom.
"I wish I had a simple answer for you, darlin'. Feelings aren't always something you can just make disappear. Believe me, I know that all too well." He squints his eyes as he looks out.
"You're no help." You grumble, taking a sip of your now cold coffee. He chuckles softly, the warm sound rumbling in his chest as he raises his hands in mock defense.
"Hey, I never said I was an expert on relationships. Just an old man trying to give his two cents." You chuckle in response and take a deep breath. You're afraid to ask this next question, but it's been gnawing in the back of your mind, "Do you think she knows?" Your voice soft, wincing a little bit as you look down at your coffee.
He ponders your question for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he genuinely tries to come up with an answer, he sighs lowly before answering, "Can't say for sure...Ellie's a smart kid, and she knows you like the back of her hand. But sometimes...feelings can be hard to pick up on, even for the smartest of us." You nod slowly, swirling your coffee in its mug.
"That's what I was afraid of...sometimes I'm scared she can see right into my soul." You chuckle dryly. He lets out a soft laugh, appreciating your lighthearted attempt to play it off, "Yeah she's got a way of seein' through people, doesn’t she? Can't hide much from her, you included."
You groan again, throwing your head back to slump into the chair. "Don't say that. You're supposed to say: 'Oh don't worry, she's completely oblivious and has absolutely no idea you're madly in love with her'" You mimic in his deep southern voice.
Joel can't help but let out a hearty laugh at your imitation of his southern voice. He grins widely, clearly amused by your mockery.
"Alright, alright," he chuckles, reaching up to scratch his beard. "Lemme try again." He clears his throat and puts on his best serious face.
"Darlin', she ain't got a clue," he says in his gravelly voice, suppressing a smirk. "Oblivious as can be."
You smile at him, appreciating his efforts to make you feel better, even if they aren't exactly true. He returns your smile and chuckles, "Hope that's of some help. Though I gotta say," He leans toward you, his voice lowering, "your impression could use some work."
You laugh, feeling put at ease by his familiar teasing, "No...I don't think it does. It's pretty spot on actually," you quip back, causing another gruff laugh to fall from his lips. "If you say so, kid."
You smirk at him and open your mouth to retort back but are cut short by the sound of the door to you and Ellie's shed creaking open, cutting through the relative silence of your surroundings.
"Speak of the Devil," he smirks at your automatic body response of slumping further down into the chair. "C'mon now, you can play it cool. You're tough."
You groan softly, "Im not the same girl you took in when I was fifteen," you whine softly, "I've lost my edge!" You slowly sit up as you hear her footsteps approaching from the side of the house, shooting him a look, "Not a word," you warn him, pointing at him. He raises his hand and pretends to zip his mouth shut as Ellie rounds the house, giving you both a sleepy nod and a grumbled, "morning." Her eyes lighting up when she sees you.
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my love language is back and head scratches personally so here’s a little drabble about doing that with ellie.
you feel ellie stirring beside you in bed and feel the sun rays peeking through the curtains onto your face before you’re fully conscious. it isn’t until ellie sniffles and wraps her arm around your torso that you come to reality from your deep sleep.
“mm…morning…” ellie would groan behind you, burying her face into the crook of your neck. her voice is raspy and low, the effects of sleep still affecting her vocal chords. you sigh deeply and groan in response, pulling her arms tighter around you and situating yourself against her. the only sound in the room for a while is both of your breaths and the occasional sniffle, scratch, or soft moan. eventually, when you’re ready to somewhat face the day, you turn in ellie’s arms to face her and give her a soft smile, “hi,” you finally respond, feeling life pouring into you with each passing minute in her arms.
she smiles back and leans in to kiss your forehead, placing her hand on the back of your head. “hi,” she mumbles against your skin and you can feel the smile gracing her lips. when she pulls back, you sit up and stretch, several joints throughout your body cracking and popping, and ellie follows suit. ellie’s hair is running wild, and her eyes are still half drooped as you look at her and chuckle, bringing her in for a quick embrace. however, the second your fingernails lightly scratch her back and she lets out a loud groan, you know it’s gonna be more than just a quick embrace.
you chuckle and get into position so you can reach her back easily with both arms, and she rest her face in the crook of your neck again, leaving a gentle kiss there. your fingernails scratch all over her back hypnotically, and ellie moans, groans, and kisses your neck in return with each passing of your nails over specific areas. “ohhhh my goddddd…please don’t stop…” she groans against your skin and you laugh breathily as you continue and drag your nails up her neck onto her scalp. “that feel good?” you ask and chuckle as she lets out a “ohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmhhm…”
you both stay there for a while, her hand eventually meets the back of your neck and leaves small circles there in encouragement, never wanting this moment to end. even though she knows you both need to get up soon and you both have responsibilities for the day, she refuses to acknowledge those thoughts and pushes them farrrr back into the depths of her mind. because right now, the only things that matter to her are your slow breaths, fingernails that drag against her skin, the chill bumps tickling her arms and thighs, and the comfort and safety she feels with you.
i wanna scratch ellie’s back and head that’s all i ask for she needs to be loved so bad. i literally scratch everyone’s back i seriously think it should be a new love language.
my love language is back and head scratches personally so here’s a little drabble about doing that with ellie.
you feel ellie stirring beside you in bed and feel the sun rays peeking through the curtains onto your face before you’re fully conscious. it isn’t until ellie sniffles and wraps her arm around your torso that you come to reality from your deep sleep.
“mm…morning…” ellie would groan behind you, burying her face into the crook of your neck. her voice is raspy and low, the effects of sleep still affecting her vocal chords. you sigh deeply and groan in response, pulling her arms tighter around you and situating yourself against her. the only sound in the room for a while is both of your breaths and the occasional sniffle, scratch, or soft moan. eventually, when you’re ready to somewhat face the day, you turn in ellie’s arms to face her and give her a soft smile, “hi,” you finally respond, feeling life pouring into you with each passing minute in her arms.
she smiles back and leans in to kiss your forehead, placing her hand on the back of your head. “hi,” she mumbles against your skin and you can feel the smile gracing her lips. when she pulls back, you sit up and stretch, several joints throughout your body cracking and popping, and ellie follows suit. ellie’s hair is running wild, and her eyes are still half drooped as you look at her and chuckle, bringing her in for a quick embrace. however, the second your fingernails lightly scratch her back and she lets out a loud groan, you know it’s gonna be more than just a quick embrace.
you chuckle and get into position so you can reach her back easily with both arms, and she rest her face in the crook of your neck again, leaving a gentle kiss there. your fingernails scratch all over her back hypnotically, and ellie moans, groans, and kisses your neck in return with each passing of your nails over specific areas. “ohhhh my goddddd…please don’t stop…” she groans against your skin and you laugh breathily as you continue and drag your nails up her neck onto her scalp. “that feel good?” you ask and chuckle as she lets out a “ohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmhhm…”
you both stay there for a while, her hand eventually meets the back of your neck and leaves small circles there in encouragement, never wanting this moment to end. even though she knows you both need to get up soon and you both have responsibilities for the day, she refuses to acknowledge those thoughts and pushes them farrrr back into the depths of her mind. because right now, the only things that matter to her are your slow breaths, fingernails that drag against her skin, the chill bumps tickling her arms and thighs, and the comfort and safety she feels with you.
i wanna scratch ellie’s back and head that’s all i ask for she needs to be loved so bad. i literally scratch everyone’s back i seriously think it should be a new love language.
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i feel like when ellie really likes you she would be soooo nervous and soooo loser lesbian around you. i can’t stop thinking about when you’re both making out for the first time, she’d be so nervous that she’d break away from the kiss and stare at you for a moment, chest rising quickly from how deeply she’s breathing. you do the same, and furrow your eyebrows as you look into her eyes.
“everything okay?” you ask, concerned. ellie would swallow and nod, and then would blurt out some stupid dad joke like: “why can’t you hear pterodactyls go to the bathroom?”
and you’re so…flabbergasted…by the change in pace that you blink a few times and bite back a laugh, “what?” she’d take a deep breath and ask the question again verbatim. “i-i don’t know, why?” you’d shake your head and bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.
“because the p is silent,” she’d reply and stare at you for a moment. you both end up just staring at each other for a while, still breathing heavily but having finally caught your breaths a bit. you’d then burst out laughing at the dumb joke and awful timing. “ellie…what the fuck?” you’d say in between laughs and she’d start chuckling alongside you.
“sorry i’m just really nervous,” she’d admit. you’d smile at her and lean back in close to her face, “i am too…can we continue?” ellie would nod quickly and you’d both laugh into the kiss and continue where you left off.
i’d like to imagine that ellie loves picnic dates with you. she would never admit it out loud, but she’s a sucker for doing all that stereotypical couple shit with you. especially picnics.
you’ve packed your lunches, ellie’s guitar, and a blanket in preparation for your little picnic date. as you reach a field surrounded by some trees, you stop and pull your hand out of ellie’s (to which she frowns slightly, because as we’ve discussed before she needs to be touching you all the time). you unpack the blanket and spread it out, sitting on it. you look up at ellie and smile, squinting slightly as the sun is high in the sky. ellie can’t help but just admire how beautiful you look in the sun, your eyes radiating with peace and love. she smiles back at you and sits down, placing her guitar next to you. you both unpack your lunches and spend the next bit of time eating and talking about anything and everything; the occasional kiss is snuck in there too, of course. the sun washes over the both of you, leaving a pink tint to ellie’s freckled cheeks and warming you up as you bask in it. the clouds roll by in the sky as a breeze picks up and you sigh contently. ellie watches with a smile on her face as you look up to the sky, pointing at certain clouds stating they look like specific things. even if ellie doesn’t see it, she’d still respond with: “oh my god, babe, i totally see it,” to make you happy.
“play me a song…” you say softly as you lay on your back and look over at her, shielding the sun from your eyes. ellie chuckles and nods before reaching over to her guitar and placing it on her lap, “any suggestions?”
“hmmm…” you think for a moment, “play the one that goes like hmmm hmmm,” you hum a melody that isn’t very in tune and you laugh afterwards. luckily ellie knows exactly what you mean and begins strumming. you continue laying on your back and admiring the nature around you to the sound of ellie’s playing and soft humming. you then notice a tree close by and get an idea. when she’s done with the song you clap enthusiastically, “incredible job, els…unrelated, but do you have your switchblade on you?” you ask and ellie’s eyebrows shoot up at the unexpected question.
“uhh, yeah? why?” she chuckles and you sit up and bite back a smile. standing up fully, you reach for ellie’s hand and pull her up with you. ellie’s head cocks to the side but she follows along regardless as you start leading her towards the tree. when you both arrive you reach your hand out to ask for the switchblade. she smirks as she begins to put the pieces together and hands you the blade. you immediately turn to the tree and begin carving both of your initials in a heart, sticking your tongue out in concentration. ellie continues to smile at you as she leans against the tree to watch.
“look away!” you laugh, “i get stage fright when creating pieces of art in front of other people.” laughing with you, she turns away and waits for you to finish. after wiping away the excess dust you exclaim, “ta-da! look! it’s for us!” you smile brightly at ellie as she turns around and chuckles. “that’s the corniest shit you’ve ever done. i love it.” you kiss her lips quickly and admire your work. “damn i’m a good artist huh. almost as good as you i think…” you joke and look at ellie.
“i’d say you’re even better.” she smiles at you and kisses your cheek before you both walk back to your blanket.
i feel like when ellie really likes you she would be soooo nervous and soooo loser lesbian around you. i can’t stop thinking about when you’re both making out for the first time, she’d be so nervous that she’d break away from the kiss and stare at you for a moment, chest rising quickly from how deeply she’s breathing. you do the same, and furrow your eyebrows as you look into her eyes.
“everything okay?” you ask, concerned. ellie would swallow and nod, and then would blurt out some stupid dad joke like: “why can’t you hear pterodactyls go to the bathroom?”
and you’re so…flabbergasted…by the change in pace that you blink a few times and bite back a laugh, “what?” she’d take a deep breath and ask the question again verbatim. “i-i don’t know, why?” you’d shake your head and bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.
“because the p is silent,” she’d reply and stare at you for a moment. you both end up just staring at each other for a while, still breathing heavily but having finally caught your breaths a bit. you’d then burst out laughing at the dumb joke and awful timing. “ellie…what the fuck?” you’d say in between laughs and she’d start chuckling alongside you.
“sorry i’m just really nervous,” she’d admit. you’d smile at her and lean back in close to her face, “i am too…can we continue?” ellie would nod quickly and you’d both laugh into the kiss and continue where you left off.
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i’d like to imagine that ellie loves picnic dates with you. she would never admit it out loud, but she’s a sucker for doing all that stereotypical couple shit with you. especially picnics.
you’ve packed your lunches, ellie’s guitar, and a blanket in preparation for your little picnic date. as you reach a field surrounded by some trees, you stop and pull your hand out of ellie’s (to which she frowns slightly, because as we’ve discussed before she needs to be touching you all the time). you unpack the blanket and spread it out, sitting on it. you look up at ellie and smile, squinting slightly as the sun is high in the sky. ellie can’t help but just admire how beautiful you look in the sun, your eyes radiating with peace and love. she smiles back at you and sits down, placing her guitar next to you. you both unpack your lunches and spend the next bit of time eating and talking about anything and everything; the occasional kiss is snuck in there too, of course. the sun washes over the both of you, leaving a pink tint to ellie’s freckled cheeks and warming you up as you bask in it. the clouds roll by in the sky as a breeze picks up and you sigh contently. ellie watches with a smile on her face as you look up to the sky, pointing at certain clouds stating they look like specific things. even if ellie doesn’t see it, she’d still respond with: “oh my god, babe, i totally see it,” to make you happy.
“play me a song…” you say softly as you lay on your back and look over at her, shielding the sun from your eyes. ellie chuckles and nods before reaching over to her guitar and placing it on her lap, “any suggestions?”
“hmmm…” you think for a moment, “play the one that goes like hmmm hmmm,” you hum a melody that isn’t very in tune and you laugh afterwards. luckily ellie knows exactly what you mean and begins strumming. you continue laying on your back and admiring the nature around you to the sound of ellie’s playing and soft humming. you then notice a tree close by and get an idea. when she’s done with the song you clap enthusiastically, “incredible job, els…unrelated, but do you have your switchblade on you?” you ask and ellie’s eyebrows shoot up at the unexpected question.
“uhh, yeah? why?” she chuckles and you sit up and bite back a smile. standing up fully, you reach for ellie’s hand and pull her up with you. ellie’s head cocks to the side but she follows along regardless as you start leading her towards the tree. when you both arrive you reach your hand out to ask for the switchblade. she smirks as she begins to put the pieces together and hands you the blade. you immediately turn to the tree and begin carving both of your initials in a heart, sticking your tongue out in concentration. ellie continues to smile at you as she leans against the tree to watch.
“look away!” you laugh, “i get stage fright when creating pieces of art in front of other people.” laughing with you, she turns away and waits for you to finish. after wiping away the excess dust you exclaim, “ta-da! look! it’s for us!” you smile brightly at ellie as she turns around and chuckles. “that’s the corniest shit you’ve ever done. i love it.” you kiss her lips quickly and admire your work. “damn i’m a good artist huh. almost as good as you i think…” you joke and look at ellie.
“i’d say you’re even better.” she smiles at you and kisses your cheek before you both walk back to your blanket.
