U Said U Wanted Requests For Blurbs So Ermmm

u said u wanted requests for blurbs so ermmm

how about reader comforting ellie after she's had a shitty/stressful day? like cuddling, kissing, massages, etc. all that fluffy stuff? (modern au or just tlou universe in jackson is fine)

heyyy thank you for this sweet request! i wrote it to be vague, so it can be taken as being part of any universe <3

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw, mention of weed. pure fluff

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.8k

passing the threshold of the door, your gaze falls on an empty room. that was unusual; normally, your girlfriend was always there to greet you. she’d plant a kiss on you before you had time to compute, peppered smooches along your cheek as she questioned how your day had been.

you shuck your jacket and shoes off, dropping your bag to one side and allowing the door to gently shut behind you. you take a few steps forward, calling out a soft, “hello?”

“hey,” comes your unenthusiastic reply, ellie’s voice muffled through the bathroom door. “sorry. won’t be long.”

your heart falls a little at her tone of voice, a pang of worry in your stomach. still, you try your best to not let it eat at you, flipping a movie from her DVD collection on and settling yourself atop the bed.

ellie emerges a few long moments later, dressed comfortably, choppy strands of hair falling damp around her face. she sniffs before plopping down at the side of you, rubbing at her eye.

knowing something’s not quite right, you sidle up slowly, placing a kiss on her clothed shoulder before resting your chin there. upon examining her profile, she looks exhausted; face drained of color, heavy purple setting in underneath her eyes.

“you okay?” you ask gingerly, arm wrapping around hers.

she turns to meet your eyes, offering a slow blink and half-hearted nod in response. you know her, and you know that means, ‘no, but i don’t really want to talk about it.’

so, you readjust yourself, outstretch an arm as you gesture your head. she nods again, letting out a breath as she sinks down onto your chest. you were always like that — communicating without words. they weren’t necessary all of the time. she knew what you needed, you knew what she needed.

your legs part, allowing ellie to properly make herself comfortable. the top half of her drapes over you, your hand automatically snaking down the back of her hoodie. she lets out a tiny, content hum as your fingertips smooth over her skin, nails catching soothingly.

“you shouldn’t sleep with wet hair,” you tease gently, free hand picking up a tendril and rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. “you’ll get a cold.”

ellie lets out a light grunt, looking up at an angle. “nu-uh. that’s an old wive’s tale.”

you pull a face. “must have come from somewhere.”

“somewhere stupid,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm further around you and burying the bottom half of her face into your sweater. you chuckle, moving your hand from her hair to stroke at her temple.

a quiet beat passes, your girlfriend’s eyes falling shut at the languid movement, before you carefully break it. you didn’t want to push her, but it was eating at you. “you sure you’re alright?”

she draws out another breath, shuffling slightly. “mm-hmm. just… had a really shitty day.”

humming sympathetically, you shift your hand from her face, giving her cheek a final brush on the way out. her brow furrows a little at the loss of contact, puppy eyes half-opening to question it until you move lower. your fingers find the hem of her hoodie, tugging it upwards alongside the t-shirt underneath.

“trying to get me while i’m sad, huh?” she smirks, tired eyes lacking their usual spark.

you tut, eyes rolling fondly. “trying to get at your back, idiot.”

“you’ll try anything,” she jokes quietly, sitting up a little and half-undressing herself before returning to her original position. your fingers easily find the smooth expanse of skin, ellie fidgeting as she recalls how she was laid.

you stay like that in comfortable silence, allowing both of your breathings to slow as you caress and scratch over her back. the movie falls thoroughly forgotten, your concentration on the way ellie’s heart beats steadily into your body, the way she twitches when you prod gently at a sore spot between her shoulder blades.

“love you.” you didn’t particularly mean to say it out loud, but you were thinking it compulsively. you always did.

she squeezes you a little in response, lifting her head up and pecking the side of your mouth. “love you the most.”

your eyes meet hers, holding the contact. she’d always had a way of looking at you, even when you first met. she looked at you like she saw you, was taking in every detail she could. maybe somehow knew things about you even you didn’t yet.

you lean in, capturing her lips properly. it’s gentle, languid — comfortable as your mouths move against one another, her hand coming up to rest at your jaw.

giving her a final peck before pulling back, you rest your forehead on hers. you run a hand through the side of her hair, voice quiet with an amused smile. “wanna get high and make out for, like… several hours?”

she perks up at that.