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inf3ct3dd · 7 months

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pistol ☆

authors note : this came to me in a vision…maybee sorta kinda a teaser fer my next series 🤫

warnings: nuh uhhhh

pairings: ellie x ‘bsf’!reader

“hey!!”

ellie exclaims, lightly nudging your side with her foot. you , being dramatically ticklish, flinch your side and move your torso away from her, giggling.

“since when are you so ticklish?” she questioned, lips curling into a smirk.

“i dunno what you’re talking about.” you answered, sitting up from your spot on the bed and crossing your arms.

“oh yeah?” she challenged with a mischievous look on her face. nearly seconds later, you feel her foot attack the same spot, and you try as hard as you can to resist the laugh that builds in your chest.

“nothin.”

“what if i just….” she began, crawling over to you on the bed. her hand reaches for your neck, and you instinctively cock your head to the side, protecting yourself.

“what was that?” she asked, sitting herself in front of you.

“no idea what yr talking about.”

when she notices you uncross your arms, she dives into the opportunity, wiggling her fingers on your stomach. you break into laughter, squirming around and trying to push her off.

“ellie PLEASE” you exclaim between giggles, still squirming away from her.

“whatcha talking about? thought you weren’t ticklish??” she tilted her head to the side, still attacking your torso and laughing.

“im- im not!” you successfully squirm away from her, curling into a ball.

“alright, fine.” she responds , sitting back down on the bed.

after a few seconds of silence and hiding from her touch, you finally relax yourself back into your spot. but as soon as you reach for your phone, you feel ellies thighs on both sides of yours, caging you in.

shes close, close enough that you feel her breath against your face. you try to ignore how it heats up, confusion and nervousness evident on your features and before you can even question it, you feel her cold fingers tickling your neck, and you lose it. you start squirming uncontrollably, giggling so much that tears collect in the corners of your eyes. but the way she has you trapped, theres no escape.

“ellie-i cant- please” you beg, your lungs feel like they’re giving out, letting out breathy laughs and pleas.

after a few more seconds, she finally comes to a stop, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“what happened to ms. ‘im not ticklish’, huh?” she utters, cockiness lacing her tone.

she holds eye contact with you, still sitting on your lap. her eyes turn a more brownish-green under the light of your room lamp, and her hair is slightly messy. your mouth hangs open, staring at her as you try and catch your breath. her hands feel like hundred pound weight’s on your shoulders, but you don’t resist them.

“…..i’m not.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #had tew much fun w this #tehehe

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cptnleviackerman · 4 months

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I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) / Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see) / I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) / Like the other girls do

eren jaeger x reader content - alcohol consumption, hangover mention, new relationship, friends to lovers, new relationship anxiety, gn but Eren has had ex-girlfriends, comfort words - 1.5k reputation event masterlist

You press the shot glass to your lips, shivering slightly, the cool glass sending goosebumps down your neck. You swallow with a shudder. Vodka. Your eyes narrow, scanning across all the faces surrounding the table of alcohol in front of you—Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie and Eren.

“Eren, that was your idea wasn't it?” You ask, but you know you're right. Everyone knows that you practically swore off all vodka shots after your last disastrous, horrendously terrible hangover, but only Eren would be cruel enough to suggest giving you one despite knowing this.

The group burst out laughing, solidifying your guess as correct. Eren has an oddly sheepish look on his face, but you know he doesn't regret his choice.

“It was flavoured!” He laughs. “You love raspberries!”

You roll your eyes, and as the group disperses—your go being the last in this round of truth or dare—you move towards where Eren is standing, giving him a light shove as he watches you with a gleam in his eyes.

“How come you didn't want to answer your truth? I thought it was a fair question.” He brings his cup up to his lips, and the smell of rum and coke wafts into your face.

He looks good tonight, oddly put together and well dressed for the occasion—a party at Connie and Jean’s place. He even texted you, about 3 hours before the party started, to ask you what you were planning on wearing. You'd told him something blue, probably a navy, and here he is, wearing a navy hoodie with a pair of black jeans.

“You know damn well why Eren, it's too soon. It's bad enough Mikasa caught us making out at her party last month, I don't want everybody asking questions about our relationship yet, we've barely adjusted to being more than friends.” Eren turns towards the table. “I can't imagine getting the third degree from Sasha every time I come back from spending a night with you. I don't want to answer all the questions people have when you go from friends to more. I just want us to remain in our little bubble for a while longer, before we start talking about us with the group.”

Eren turns back to face you as you finish your mini rant, and presses a shot glass into your free hand. It's pink again. Raspberry. You wordlessly accept it, and clink the glass against the one Eren holds in his hand—his is clear, likely the unflavoured version of what you're drinking.

“Cheers!” You both say, and you grimace as you swallow your second shot of the evening. Somehow it tastes even worse than the first one, and your face contorts in discomfort as the liquid runs down your throat.

You watch as Eren takes the glass from your hand, and he places both shot glasses—now empty—down behind him without looking away from you. Something stirs in your stomach, a familiar rise of want, and you try to squash it before it can take a hold of you—the last thing you need is to sneak off to some dark corner of the house and get caught making out, again.

“I'm sorry about the question.” Eren's face is flushed, whether from the alcohol or something else you're not sure, but there's a slightly guilty tone in his voice that makes you feel embarrassed for how you reacted.

“It's okay, really, I didn't mean to go so hard in that rant. Of course it's nice that people care about us, and our relationship. I just don't want to share those moments yet, those firsts, and the story of how we finally got together. I want to keep those things to myself, for us, a little while longer. You know?”

Eren nods, and silently grabs your hand, leading you towards the edge of the room, further from the music and the shouting coming from the latest round of cards against humanity—Connie's losing.

Eren brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “We're okay you know. It doesn't matter what the others think, the teasing from Jean and Connie, it's basically irrelevant. And you know they don't mean any harm by it.”

You let out a small huff, a half laugh, and Eren swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that you hadn't even realised you'd shed.

“It's the alcohol, I'm fine.” You say, mostly to persuade yourself. The tears surprised you, and you didn't want to make it worse by acknowledging it—the anxiety of a new relationship, the fear of ruining your friendship with Eren, the worry of making the friend group uncomfortable.

“I know you're fine.” You let out a surprised spluttery laugh as Eren wiggles his eyebrows. “But it's okay if you aren't fine. You can tell me, even if it's something silly.”

You take a breath, suddenly feeling like saying anything would be enough to cause your chest to crack wide open. Your palms are sweaty, the room is practically spinning, and your lip quivers. But your thoughts have been sat, festering in your mind for long enough, their weight pressing down on your chest. You need to set them free before they burst out of you of their own accord.

“I don't wanna touch you, in front of our friends, family, in private, whenever, if there's any possibility that this isn't going to last—that this isn't going to be serious. I'm terrified of our friendship being lost. What happens if we don't make it and then we can't be friends again?” You pause, and take a deep breath. Eren's eyes are locked onto yours, and he nods almost imperceptibly to encourage you to continue. “I don't wanna be just another one of your ex-loves that you don't wanna see. I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do. I want us to last, I love being with you and I don't want to lose that.”

Eren wordlessly brings you into his arms, securing you against his chest. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, and you can feel him gently running his thumb back and forth to help sooth you.

It's a while before Eren speaks, he weighs the options in his head, trying to decide how to phrase what he wants to say. He'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't had similar thoughts—ruining your friendship was not something he ever wanted to do—but he wants this. He wants you.

“I know how you feel.” You angle your head upwards to get a better look at Eren, his arms sit loosely around your waist now. “And although I’m also terrified of losing you, I don't think I want to stop dating you because of it. I'd never want that. I love that I get to see you tonight, laughing and joking with all of our friends, taking shots and dancing with Mikasa and Sasha, knowing that I get to go home with you. That at the end of the night I'm the one that you're going to be kissing. Me.” He says the last word in a whisper, almost as if he can't believe what he's saying. “You are not like anyone else I've ever dated, everything with you is different. It's more special, and I am going to do everything I can to keep you next to me for as long as possible. Does that sound good?”

You nod, and you're about to speak when Reiner runs up to you, seemingly out of breath despite only coming from the other side of the room.

“You guys good?” He doesn't wait for a response. “It's Eren’s turn in card against humanity and Connie is getting fidgety waiting—he's a terrible loser—will you be over soon?”

Eren turns to look at you, and you smile, nodding again.

“We are on our way.” Eren says, standing up straight and giving a mock salute as if this was the most urgent situation that requires the utmost seriousness.

Reiner heads back towards the table, and Eren moves to grab your hand once again. You hold him back from following Reiner, just for a second, and place your hands behind his head. You bring his lips down to meet yours, smiling ever so slightly into the kiss. He snakes his arms around your waist, and you're unable to stop yourself from giving the hair at the back of his neck a small tug. A low groan escapes his lips, but you pull away before anything more heated can happen—you know people must be watching, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought. But you couldn't resist.

“You're pretty cool, you know that?” You say, as you walk towards the table.

Eren smirks. “I know, but you can remind me anytime.” You roll your eyes, giving him a small shove as he pulls out a chair for you to sit on.

The two of you sit next to each other at the table, knees touching, as Connie tries round after round to play the best cards he has, desperate to win the game. (He doesn't win though, Mikasa does.)

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