#william miller headcanons

[elliespassagerprincess]

okokokok but what abt ellie taking care of long-kinda curly hair! reader? like, reader also wants her to help, specially when washing it, cumbing and use dryer

this' me btw if u even care

Wash day - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi poookieeee!! As someone with very curly hair this was needed, i hope you enjoy <33 also hello kitty??? my favorite type of kitty tbh

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: none

Summary: in which she helps you with your hair

authors note: ugh i found out that ill only know if i got into uni in November, i'm going insane

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Ellie watched as you walked all over your shared apartment.

You walked from room to room grabbing different bottles of things she wasn't sure of. She heard you mumbling as you continued to grab towels and more bottles.

Ellie got up and she gently grabbed your wrist "baby slow down"

you looked at her with a small smile

"i cant slow down now, i need to start so i have enough time to finish"

Ellie raised an eyebrow "to finish what?"

"Its wash hair day"

She looked at the bottles to see hair products and other items. You removed yourself from Ellie's gentle grip before taking all the products into your arms.

"i would love to stand and watch you stare at all my stuff but i really want to start with my hair"

In all the months that the two of you have been together Ellie has never seen you do your hair. You would go into the bathroom and you'd come out with your natural curls after a few hours.

Ellie loved when you wore your hair naturally, but she also knew how much work it takes to maintain your hair.

"I want to help you"

You looked at her, jaw slightly ajar.

None of your partners has ever offered to help, they actually always had a problem with how long it took you to finish. But Ellie always told you to take your time, she bought whatever you needed, she was different.

It was the bare minimum but because no one has ever done this, you were taken back by this gesture.

god you really loved this girl

"Yeah" you quickly cleared your throat.

Ellie followed you to the bathroom and you quickly gave her a rundown of everything that needed to happen.

Wash, products, style, dry

It sounded simple to Ellie but when she saw everything you had set up, she knew that would be a long process.

Ellie sat on the edge of the tub as you went onto your knees, a smirk appeared on her face.

"oh so we're doing something else?"

you rolled your eyes "ew no. You're washing my hair"

Ellie chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

You shuffled closer to the tub and you leaned forward, so that just your hair was in the tub.

Ellie grabbed the shower head and she brought it to your head. As the water droplets fell onto your hair, it immediately curled even more than it already was.

After a few minutes you instructed Ellie to put a hair mask on. She gently squeezed the thick mixture onto her hand and she applied it to your scalp.

You almost moaned at how good she was massaging you. She had very skilled fingers so she knew what she was going.

"Just like that els" you sighed she chuckled.

"You normally say that to me when-"

"no"

Ellie let out a laugh before rinsing your hair.

She followed all the instructions you gave her when it came to applying shampoo, conditioner, she even checked the temperature of the water, like you told her.

After everything you got up and you gently wrapped your hair in a towel.

You kissed her forehead "thank you els"

You started to make your way to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked

"To finish my hair"

"i wanna come"

"then come"

She happily followed you to the room and she watched you from the edge of the bed.

"When can i help?"

"Let me do this part myself ok? You can help me dry it"

Ellie nodded watching you intently.

She watched you apply more product to your hair. You applied curl cream, some weird clear gel Ellie has never heard of, you even applied different oils.

Holy shit is it really this complicated to have curly hair?

"Come on Ellie" you suddenly called.

You scrunched your hair a little and you gave her a hairdryer.

You showed her exactly how to do it. She grabbed the dryer and she started from top to the bottom, just like you showed her.

You smiled as you looked at her in the mirror, she has a focused look on her face, her tongue slightly sticking out.

After 20 minutes she was done and she took a step back admiring her work.

You got up and turned to her and she gave you a smile.

"you look pretty"

"thank you baby"

You walked towards her and you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Ellie pulled out her phone and she grabbed your hand

"lets take pictures"

"why?"

"i want to remember the day i did your hair"

"Aren't you tired if my hair yet?"

"i love your hair"

<3

[aouiaa]

Imagining theatrekid!abby to be more quiet, the type of the girl you’d find in a corner, engrossed with book in her hand. Did I mention she wears glasses? Yeah, she always finds herself in tight situations with you. Becoming way too flustered quickly for her liking with her woolen sweaters barely managing to hold on her sinewy biceps. And to add on nerd points since the pesky shits can never stay, she always finds herself with flushed cheeks, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her index finger.

thee play’s poster(s)! e.w’s ramble one. - ramble two. prologue. — ©AOUIAA 2024

literally theatrekid!abby

[elliesgaythoughts]

Teamwork makes the dream work!

[snugg-slugg]

I Had A Dream About You

By Richard Siken

SPRINGLUCKKKEDDDDD

DROP ANOTHER CHAPTER OF DEARLY DETESTED AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSSS

Ok for those who don’t know, there’s a fanfic on AO3 called “Dearly Detested” by @springlucked and I LOVE IT A TOTALLY NORMAL AMOUNT. I’ve been wanting to draw something related to it for a while so I did this. At first, it was just gonna be the top part but I found a reference from Pinterest that I liked so I did the bottom part too.

This drawing (and the doodles) showcases my headcanon specifically (Dave is black, Jack is chubbier, Henry is bald, etc etc) not Springluck’s. Please keep that in mind!

Here’s the obligatory doodle page below.

[adhdprincess]

Thinking about how Ellie and Joel's first instinct is to hug dead family.

(Concept art from "The Art of The Last of Us 2" book)

[millermenapologist]

random things i think baby ellie loved:

huge fan of all insects and bugs. joel has to stop her multiple times from touching various beetles, bees, and pine processionaries. one night they shack up in the lockers of an old gym, and the mornign after he wakes up to see ellie try to make friends with a stray scorpion

mice and rats. back in the QZ, she was taught to have a deep distaste for them, told that they'd get into the school's food supplies and ruin rations for everybody, but once she gets to jackson she discovers that they're exceedingly smart animals who make for great pets in case your father-figure weren't to let you get a dog. since she works in the stables, she manages to get close to three of them and names them all, and then starts teaching them tricks. one day joel finds her crying her eyes out because now she feels so guilty for having shot at them with a BB gun, back in the QZ

victorian language of flowers. she finds a book about it little after the disaster of pittsburgh, and reads it all out loud in order to better commit the information to memory (joel lets her yap all she wants because he considers this to be a good distraction from what happened with henry and sam). this is how she ends up tattooing ferns on her arm (protection, secrecy) and bringing blue hydrangeas (devotion, forgiveness, regret), tiger lilies (rebirth), white roses (eternal loyalty), and verbena (hope in darkness) to his tombstone

electricity as a whole. she bullied tommy into teaching her how to do electrical work once she was settled into jackson, and even if her work with it never became perfect, people around knew they could give her a call and she'd find some way to fix the problem with their tabletop lamp and the defective hallway flicker

[cowgurrrl]

Nobody asked but here are my headcanons for Joel as the ultimate girl dad™️

Gets Ellie into a routine as soon as possible so she knows what to expect in her day-to-day life. There’s not much he can guarantee outside of their home but he can make sure she eats, does her homework, and is off to bed at the same time every night.

Speaking of bed, he’s the dad who has a STRICT bedtime set. He can’t sleep until he knows Ellie is safe in bed and even though she’s a teenager he still makes her be in bed by 10 but he absolutely can be persuaded to let her stay up with a long game of cards, guitar lessons, or a movie.

Before Ellie, he would’ve been reckless if it meant keeping Jackson safe but now that he knows she’s relying on him he does things slower and safer.

Maria teaches him how to cut hair so he can help Ellie because he knows how hard it is for her to trust other people especially when they have something that could be used as a weapon so close to her head.

Definitely pushed her into the river while teaching her how to swim. She was pissed and didn’t talk to him until after dinner.

Ellie becomes known as “Joel’s girl” and neither of them correct anybody who says it

Slips notes into Ellie’s backpack when she’s not looking so when she gets to math class and opens her notebook, a sticky note with Joel all-caps handwriting falls out and reads, Why was the toilet paper unstoppable? And on the other side it says, because it was on a roll

He laughed about it for ten minutes before forgetting about it

Ellie secretly keeps all of his notes in a box under her bed

Teaches her how to play football in the spring when all the snow has melted and accuses her of cheating when she scores against him

“How could I cheat? It’s fucking football!” “You’re abusing an old man, you know that?”

Although Ellie never calls Joel dad, there’s an unspoken agreement between them. Joel hated Father’s Day after Sarah died but that Father’s Day they settled, two bouquets of flowers show up on the dining room table with a note from Ellie.

Saw these and thought of you, the note reads. One from me and one from her.

He cries the first time he gets them. He can’t remember the last time anyone gave him flowers.

Lord help the teacher who has to call Joel in for his first parent-teacher conference in twenty years. Everyone is Jackson knows how protective he is over Ellie and her teacher is only slightly terrified of him.

Ellie constantly steals Joel’s shirts and he pretends not to notice

He’s always looking for new tapes for her Walkman and asks every group that comes through Jackson if they have anything

Ellie ends up with three new tapes to listen to by the end of their first year of being settled

Joel knows he’s probably doing a million things wrong and danger is always lurking and the time they have together is fleeting but he does his best to be good for her. He apologizes when he yells, he shows up to her first guitar recital, and constantly reminds her how loved she is even if there aren’t always words exchanged

Sometimes it’s a hug, the squeeze of a hand, or a ruffle of hair but they both know it means so much more. Giving and receiving affection would’ve been seen as a show of weakness in Boston, a vulnerability that others can play into. Here, love doesn’t have to hide or be shunned to the dark corners of their lives. They can just be.

Who knew Ellie tripping Joel while playing football in the spring meadow meant so much more than anyone else thought?

Tumblr if you delete my last paragraph one more time I’m going to gnaw my arm off

[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

[nickeverdeen]

How many rounds can TLOU 2 characters last during “it”

Abby Anderson

Top - 5-6 rounds

Abby’s rigorous training regime gives her incredible stamina, allowing her to last for multiple rounds without tiring easily

Abby’s strength translates into a dominant, controlled performance, ensuring her partner is thoroughly satisfied

She manages her energy well, pacing herself to extend each round

Bottom - 4-5 rounds

Abby remains actively involved, responding to her partner’s moves, which enhances her endurance

Her physical conditioning allows her to recover quickly between rounds, ready for more

Abby’s passion fuels her stamina

Dina

Top - 3-4 rounds

Dina’s creativity in intimacy keeps things exciting and dynamic, maintaining high energy

She mixes playful teasing with assertive actions, which keeps the momentum going for multiple rounds

Dina’s ability to read her partner’s needs keeps her engaged and driven to continue

Bottom - 2-3 rounds

Dina’s responsiveness and sensual engagement keep her motivated to continue for more rounds

Her verbal affirmations and encouragement boost her partner’s confidence and her own stamina

Dina’s enthusiasm and eagerness to please and get pleased contribute to her ability to go for more rounds

Ellie Williams

Top - 4-5 rounds

Ellie’s intense focus and determination drive her to give her all in each round

Her spontaneity and passion keep the energy high and the experience intense

Ellie’s deep emotional connection with her girlfriend fuels her stamina and desire to continue

Jesse

Top - 2-3 rounds

Jesse’s steady and consistent stamina allows him to maintain several rounds

His attentiveness to his partner’s needs keeps the experience fulfilling and engaging

Jesse’s natural charm and confidence boost his endurance, making each round enjoyable

Joel Miller

Top - 4-5 rounds

Joel’s experience and skill allow him to pace himself well and maintain multiple rounds without a problem

His protective nature translates into a passionate performance, ensuring his partner is satisfied

Joel’s physical strength and endurance enable him to last for several rounds without tiring

Tommy Miller

Top - 3-4 rounds

Tommy’s gentle yet strong approach ensures a fulfilling experience over multiple rounds

His patience allows him to pace himself and maintain high stamina throughout

Tommy’s emotional investment in his partner enhances his endurance and drive

[elliespuns]

TLOU HEADCANONS of mine that lives in my mind rent free

Ellie telling Joel about her eyebrow scar and how she got it Ellie keeping Riley's pendant as a bookmark in the books she's reading Joel eventually telling Ellie the truth about him and his ex-wife Ellie low-key imagining what Joel would look like without his beard, making fun of him in her mind  Ellie and Joel having fun while trying on new clothes when they needed to change once in a while Ellie trying to learn Joel's favorite song on the guitar in secret without Joel having a chance to hear it because she thinks it sucks and never tells him Ellie loving the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise, forcing Joel to watch it with her every Halloween Joel having a sweet tooth and Ellie being the only one to know Young Ellie and Dina reading sexual advice in women's magazines and giggling wildly at the images in their hormonal minds Ellie trying on a skirt once just to see what she would look like in it, only confirming the fact that girls' clothes look stupid on her Ellie feeling insecure with her hair let down around people and only feeling herself with her little ponytail Joel and Tess starting their relationship after getting wasted and having sex  Ellie and Dina liking each other ever since they first met, slowly falling for each other as time goes by 15 year old Ellie catching butterflies in the summer, studying them and keeping track of how many she's already recognized

[peterparkersnose]

Rough Day

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 1k (short but sweet)

warnings: death (not prominent character death), child abandonment, descriptions of medical terminology, not angst but reader is comforted by joel, defined relationship with reader x joel

a/n i cannot wait for the last of us, im writing so much joel content to feed you babes in late december/early january (and after jan 15 when the show airs) title is not to be compared to the iconic din djarin fanfiction, it just fit too perfectly to pass up and make a possible reference (update 01/16/23 first episode was brilliant. only word i can use to describe that masterpiece)

summary Y/N comes home after a hard day of working at med bay and Joel comforts her

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The walk home seemed longer tonight. Maybe it was because of the sheer exhaustion from not sleeping in almost days, or maybe it was just from the horrible day you had.

The vision of the woman with the fresh bite on her leg plagued your mind.

Her sobbing baby next to her made matters even worse.

The tourniquet didn’t work. The infection spread too fast. The woman didn’t even know she was bitten for days. How could you not notice an open wound on your leg?

How could Tommy had let someone into the compound who was clearly not well?

You shook your head as you fumbled through your keys to get the right one. It was silent. The crickets were even gone, nothing else moved except the flickering light on your porch.

Joel had to fix that one of these days.

The old door creaked open. The only light left on was the lamp Joel would leave on for you when nights like this would occur.

What time was it now- after 11? He would most definitely be asleep.

You kicked your boots to their place and set down your bag. Angry with the state of your scrubs, you began peeling your coat off and leaving it on the floor.

The stairs creaked slightly as you made your way up them. You pulled at your socks that clung to your feet. The bedroom door was left slightly ajar, you could see the lamp light peering through the crack.

Pushing the door slightly open, you found Joel propped up in bed with a book.

“Your still awake?” you asked, immediately taking the top of your scrubs off.

“You know I can’t fall asleep without you,” he said, a harmless dig at your absence lately.

You genuinely felt bad for being gone. It wasn’t your intention to work a double at the hospital wing and then have 3 people come in with all very serious problems.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, opening your drawer and searching for a comfy shirt.

Joel raised his brows in concern. Your tone was off. “Everything alright?” he asked, folding the corner of his page and slowly placing the book next to him.

Ignoring the question that would most definitely bring tears to your eyes if you answered, you changed into some of Joel’s old flannel pants that were two sizes too big.

You turned to the mirror in your bathroom, staring blankly at your toothbrush.

“Y/N?” he asked, the bed creaking as he sat on the edge. “Please don’t,” you whispered from the bathroom, finding the courage to turn on the water to brush your teeth.

Looking up from spitting out your toothpaste, you found him standing adjacent of you with a worried look on his face. Your eyes looked tired and he knew you had an awful day. Joel knew there was definitely a story behind that face causing your mood.

The stress of the day always seemed to fizzle out when you were around him.

“Come here,” he says, accepting your embrace. The tiny sniffles you gave broke his heart. He held you close to his chest. One hand rested on your head, another arm wrapped around your back.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen. She could have lived,” you choked out. “Mhm, I know baby. Let it out.” he sighed.

Joel didn’t have to know the story to understand what was happening. He felt the energy coming off of you. It was bad.

“Everything will be okay.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get to bed now, hm? We both could use some sleep.” he said, placing his hand on your waist and walking with you towards the bed.

You anxiously sat at the edge of your bed as Joel turned off the hallway lights. He hated the look on your face when he returned. Zoned out, you stared at the tiny photo on the dresser of him and Sarah. His large body broke your trance, engulfing you in another hug. “Everything’s going to be alright. Stop lookin’ so pitiful,”

Your hands grabbed his hips and drew him closer. The scent of pine filled your nose. He had been on patrol earlier that day you assumed. His hand carefully rested on your head, stroking your hair. Your forehead sat against his stomach. Joel’s stomach gargled, causing you to let out a brief laugh.

“Get in,” he said playfully, tipping your shoulder back as you fell into bed.

“Gassy,” you whispered, bringing your eyes up to match his. He was standing over you, your knees in between his legs.

“What did you say now?” he asked, smirk on his face. His large frame fell over yours. You yelped as he caught himself with his forearms next to your body.

“Watch it,” he whispered in your ear. He showered your face in kisses as you squirmed. Using his body as a catapult, you forced yourself out under him. Finally free.

You scooted over to your side of the bed and curled into the smallest ball you could. Joel knew exactly what you wanted.

He pulled up the sheet quickly with a snap, and let it fall over you slowly. He knew you loved this.

“Pillows good?” he asked. You nodded, a small smile appearing on your face. “You need anything else while I’m up?”

“No. But thank you.”

He climbed slowly in next to you. Joel clicked off the lamp and moved in right next to you. It was almost as your body was fit to compliment his. You two matched perfectly.

“We can talk about it in the mornin’ if you’d like.” he offered. He felt your head nod against his chest.

“Goodnight darlin’,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “I’m sorry today didn’t go well. Tomorrow will be good, I’ll make sure of it. We can make a day of it,”

A sigh of relief came from you. He always made things better. He was right. Tomorrow would be a better day.

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[elliespassagerprincess]

Hi okay so hear me out , fem reader x mean Ellie, so the reader feels insecure about her looks and ellie seems tired of it and straps the reader in front of the mirror to prove how pretty the reader is , making the reader look at theirself and mean Ellie slaps the reader if they ever disagrees or look away

Pretty girl - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon, fuck yes this is fr Ellie coded. And also just a warning I suck with writing smut so i'm sorry if it's bad.... i hope you enjoy

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: 18+ MDI, slapping, strap usage (r receiving), insecurities, kinda mean ellie, mirrior sex

Summary: in which she showed her girl how pretty she really is

authors note: ugh it feels so good to be back, i have 12 drafts so be ready yall and also new gore fics coming soon because... live laugh love gore

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"take it" she said through gritted teeth as you felt her pound into you.

"I'm sorry" you cried through broken sobs.

You knew it was your fault. You knew you were the one that yourself into this position.

You and Ellie sat on the couch earlier that day, it was peaceful, the two of you silently sitting together.

A tiktok video landed on your fyp and you couldn't help but rewatch it over and over again.

She was so fucking pretty. She was everything you weren't.

It made you sick to your stomach.

Your gaze fell to Ellie as you imagined her with this girl. They'd make such a good couple, like those couples they put on the front page of magazines.

You wondered what Ellie thought when she saw girls like these on her fyp.

Does she wish you were someone different?

"Baby?" You felt her cold hand on your thigh, as she gave you light squeeze.

"Are you ok? You've been watching the same video over and over again" She asked with concern.

"Yeah" you replied hesitantly.

"I was just thinking"

"thinking of?"

You let out a sigh as you turned away from Ellie, you felt embarrassed to admit this.

"Well she's so... she's so pretty" you started.

You gave your phone to Ellie and you watched as she looked at the girl.

"I'm not that pretty, and I wish I looked like that honestly"

"what did you just say?"

You weren't supposed to answer her question. You weren't supposed to say anything.

But you did.

You fucking answered her.

"I wish I was as pretty as her" you said softly, you felt her eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

You missed the way Ellies jaw ticked, you missed the way the frown deepened on her face, you missed the way her eye twitched.

The girl she loved the most was insulting herself and it broke Ellie's heart.

She wished you saw yourself the way she saw you.

The only thing she could do was to show her girl how pretty she fucking was.

Now here you were, on your knees in front of Ellie's massive mirror.

The rug on the floor was burning into the palms of your hands and knees, tears were streaming down your face, and drool fell from your lips. Your ass stung and your cheeks were red from where Ellie slapped you repeatedly.

She wad ruthless with her pace, not giving you time to think.

She was fucking you stupid.

"C'mon baby" she said out of breath

"tell me how fucking pretty you are" she pinched your nipple and you let out a squeal

"Ellie please"

you felt her hand harshly hit your cheek, you moaned at the stinging feeling it left behind.

"i said tell me how fucking pretty you are" she repeated herself.

She was getting impatient. You could feel it in her pace.

"I'm pretty" another slap fell onto your cheek

"I didn't hear you"

her thrusts got harder. faster.

god you felt her in your stomach.

"im pretty!" You repeated louder.

"Now look at yourself in the mirror when you say it"

you slowly looked up into the mirror taking in your appearance.

You looked fucked.

You looked up at Ellie and there was a proud smirk on her face as she looked at where you and her strap were connected.

"Talk baby, or you won't cum" she said before slowing down .

You let out a scream of frustration, and she giggled.

She fucking giggled.

"please- I'll say it, but please don't stop" you begged.

A fresh coat of tears covered your face.

You were fucking pathetic.

Ellie picked up her pace and you moaned with relief.

"talk" was all she said.

You made eye contact with yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open, and your eyes rolled to the back of your yeah.

She made you feel so fucking good.

"I'm the- the p-prettiest girl alive"

"that's my fucking girl"

She sped up, you weren't sure how she managed to, but she did. Her fingers roughly met your clit and you moaned at her touch.

You felt something build in your lower stomach. You were so fucking close.

"Ellie" you whimpered

"I know pretty girl, it feels good... c'mon let it out" she spoke to you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing ever.

But in reality she was fucking you senseless, but you loved every fucking second of it. She rubbed your clit for a few more seconds before you felt something snap inside of you.

You moaned loudly, and your body started shaking.

"there you go... my pretty girl" Ellie muttered on top of you as you came down from your high.

You both were breathing heavily, and you made eye contact with your girl through the mirror.

"Hi" you said with a shy smile. All Ellie did was smile back before you felt her move her cock at a steady rhythm once again.

"Ellie" you said softly, as you hissed at the feeling still sensitive from your last orgasm.

"I wasn't done with you, we still have a lot to learn.." she spoke as she thrusted into once again

"now look yourself in the mirror and repeat after me... 'I am the prettiest girl alive"

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Driver!Ellie Williams headcanons

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Warnings: Mentions of racing and speeding, nsfw if you squint.

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Driver!Ellie: Who’s first car was Joel’s old red Chevy truck that was a bit rusty, she was estatic.

Driver!Ellie: Her license looks like a mugshot

Driver!Ellie: Who worked at an auto shop to earn enough money to buy a black Chevy Camaro, the prize of her life until you showed up ofc.

Driver!Ellie: Who only puts the masculine scented ‘little trees’ in her car. Until she let you put in a cherry one that lasted for months.

Driver!Ellie:Who used any excuse to drive her car. Need something? Car. Hungry? Car. Beautiful sunset? Car.

Driver!Ellie:Who you can tell is home by the slightly rev of her Camaro.

Driver!Ellie:Who swerves on empty backroads to drive you crazy.

Driver!Ellie:That rests her hand on your thigh on slower speed roads.

Driver!Ellie:Who’s prob eaten someone out in the back of her car in a dark empty parking lot.

Driver!Ellie:Who has illegally tinted windows.

Driver!Ellie:Who got a speeding (from racing someone on an empty highway) ticket at 18 and Joel (verbally) beat her ass and made her work extremely hard to pay it and regain his trust.

Driver!Ellie: That never speeds and always checks twice before doing anything on the road after Joel’s warning.

Driver!Ellie: That plays explicit/vulgar music loving the bass of the car.

Driver!Ellie who nearly gave Joel a heart attack when learning how to drive.

Driver!Ellie: Who looks like a man wearing sweatpants and a hoodie pumping gas at night.

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fallacy

a/n: this is my first attempt at something like this so any feedback would be really appreciated.

warnings: angst, symptoms of ptsd.

an icy breeze slithered through the gap in the old farmhouse window, creeped around the bedroom and ran straight up ellies spine.

a sudden gasp from her own throat broke her from the torment of her subconscious and swooped her back into reality as her flesh drained of colour.

cold sweat treacled down her forehead as her eyes caught onto the flowing movement of her curtains as she rolled out of dinas claustrophobic grip and sighed while she stared at the blank ceiling.

her feet finally left the bed and broke the silence of the night with a creak of the floorboards. she rubbed her eyes as she stood straight, ready to beeline towards jj’s crib-her eyes grew twice the size, her heart stilling as she saw a shadow slither out of the bedroom, she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. “you’re imagining things” she lied to herself. somewhat knowingly as she tucked jj tighter into her blanket and nudged ollie closer to him.

after glancing back at dina and creaking the door closed she spun on her heels. with each step forward her heart pounded in her chest, her head spun and she struggled to breathe as her hand clamped over her heart as she inhaled rushed breaths.

the cold air filled her lungs as she followed the faint sounds of a guitar. joels guitar.

“joel?” she whisper shouted as her feet hit the creaky floorboards hurriedly as she rushed into the room.

what she saw was worse than what she could’ve imagined, her spirit crushing at how the instrument sat still underneath the moonlight, covered in dust. completely untouched “shit” she whispers.

“ellie” she felt her soul leave her body “yes?” she pleaded “yes joel?” the words coursed through her veins and sent tremors down her spine “ellie!” he shouted in pain.

tears welled in her eyes as she heard her name fade into the distance. her chest felt like it was being crushed. her body felt like a prison, her stomach aching as she smelled the light tinge of joels morning coffee through her rapid breaths.

she ran downstairs, her vision blurry as she gripped the railing “joel please” her sight only readjusting to show the endless staircase that lead towards joels deathbed.

her shrunken pupils fixated on the golden doorknob as she sprinted down the staircase “joel!” her ears ringing with his grunts and the sound of fists hitting his flesh. the smell of his cologne, leather and the blaze of campfire rippled through her senses as she burst through the door to be enveloped underneath a sky of stars and joels soft gaze “so this dina? she your girlfriend?”

her jaw fell slack as a gasp left her. hot tears streamed down her freckled face as she stepped forward and collapsed into his arms. she felt his chest rise and fall, his calm heartbeat against her rapid one as he sighed and ran his fingers through her scalp “i got you kiddo” he hummed.

she pressed her cheek to his, the scruff of his beard tickling her face as it usually done when he would hug her fears away. she felt true calm, true peace for the first time in what felt like ten lifetimes as she melted into him.

her lips curved into a gentle smile as her eyes fluttered close and her tears of terror turned into tears of joy as the corners of her mouth tugged up as she squeezed him tighter.

a sigh of relief left her chest and her breath steadied as she finally let herself calm down “joel-

dinas giggle rang through her ears as green eyes fluttered open and the morning sunlight hit eyes them. the sound of jj giggling in his crib brought her back into reality as dinas gentle fingertips brushed the auburn hair from ellies teary eyes “good morning sweetheart”

“no!” ellie screamed “no!” dinas smile faded. she knew what had happened. she watched it happen almost every night since they moved onto that farm.

ellie sobbed “no, please” she begged. “ellie, please. it was just a dream” dina reached out to cradle ellie but she shoved the brunette away “no h-he was right infront of me, he-“

her eyes met dinas sorrowful ones as her erratic behaviour subsided at the sound of jj’s cries “it was just a dream wasn’t it?” dinas chest jumped with the sob she tried to conceal as she mumbled “yes” while playing with her fingers.

ellie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around dina as both of them broke down in eachothers arms “im so sorry” ellie sniffled.

“it’s not your fault” dinas promised as she ran her fingers through ellies locks as she frowned to herself “please believe me”

ellie couldn’t help but shake her head in disapproval, an emotionless laugh leaving her “sometimes i feel like it is”

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Cock headcanon part 1

Headcanon created with @mrkdvidal1989

Lenny Miller: Pink tip and top half of it, curved upwards, longer than normal but average girth, fully shaved package, circumcised, shower

Jonathan Crane: Average length and girth but bigger tip, 5.9 inches, completely pale, way more veiny than usually, dark thick hair, uncircumcised, shower

Davin McDerby: Slightly bigger and longer than usual, 6 inches, not very veiny, uncircumcised, freckled, a little hairy, grower

Robert Fischer: Average length but thick, 5.5 inches, light pink colour all over, fully shaved, circumcised, grower

Tommy Shelby: Really thick and longer than average, 7 inches, light brownish colour, veiny, short and groomed hair, probably circumcised, shower

Shivering Soldier: curved upwards, average length, 5.7 inches, bit thicker than average, hairy, not well groomed, uncircumcised, dark pink and big tip, shower

Jonathan Breech: straight, longer than average length, 7 inches, average girth, completely pale, pinkish, grower, darker balls than dick, groomed but hairy

Jackson Rippner: Curved to the left, large in both ways, whooping 7.5 inches, a bit darker than the rest of his body, shower, circumcised, some hair left above it but groomed

Raymond Leon: much longer than typically but average girth, 7 inches, shaved fully, completely pale with a couple freckles, bigger tip, shower, uncircumcised, straight with no curves, veiny even soft

William Killick: Curved to the right, average length and thicker than normal, 6 inches, pretty hairy, he tries to keep it groomed but he doesn’t have time all the time

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