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Star Patient: Chapter 2 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), and possibly more.

Inaccurate canon-timeline (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents).

Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.

Incest is not Wincest.

Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:

Wordcount: 4,625 words

Chapters: Chapter 1, current chapter, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (in the works)

(Y/N) adjusted the name tag on her shirt as she walked to the hospital's entrance, her other hand holding some books and a DS.

Rachael's appointment should be starting soon. I need to hurry so I don't be late. She thought as she sped up.

A security guard was outside guarding the hospital doors but once noticing (Y/N), he stopped her.

"You need to go to the psychiatric branch immediately." They spoke.

"...Huh?" She muttered audibly. "Oh... No, sir. I work in the pediatric branch with Doctor Ryan, he's my superior. You're mistaking me for someone else."

"No, miss. Andrew Graves from room 402 wants to see you now." The security guard reaffirmed.

"...H-he does? That's just... great!" she smiled nervously, a terrified expression on her face.

HE KNOWS I KNOW ABOUT HIM! She screamed in her head.

"Get going before he breaks any more staff equipment." The security guard pressed on.

"Okay, okay!" (Y/N) sighed, rushing into the hospital and to the elevators.

She pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come down, walking into it and pressing the fourth floor button. She waited impatiently for the doors to open and rushed out when they finally did, heading towards the staff room. She unlocked the staff door and filled her bag with medical supplies: a mediscope, a stethoscope, a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels.

She clocked in and sped-walked to Andrew's door, room 402, and hesitated before knocking on the door.

"Go away!" Andrew shouted.

"Hey there! It's me! (Y/N)? From last night?" she called out, her nervousness evident in her voice.

"You can come in." Andrew spoke almost too quickly.

Damn it... She thought to herself, before taking a deep breath and entering the room.

He never corrected me last night when I gave him pet names, so they worked with calming him down. She noted.

"Hi, star! I heard you've been causing some trouble." (Y/N) smiled, her smile twitching slightly, her voiced sounding a little muffled to him.

Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but then paused. Why did he need to see her so badly?

"M... My head." He muttered. "It hurts. I need you to look at it."

(Y/N) couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her throat as she walked over to him. Her nerves were still on fire, but not as much as they were earlier seeing how quiet and flustered he'd gotten.

"Did you do anything strenuous?" she questioned.

"Ashley and I started arguing, then she grabbed my hair and shook my head back and forth." Andrew explained.

(Y/N) wanted so badly to coddle him. To hold him in her arms and dote over him. It’s a bad habit she really needs to break, but the weird part is that she only acted towards that to people she really really liked—romantically. Anyone else she’d feel extremely annoyed and angry (unless it was children, they’re her soft spot).

She wants to have him laying on her body with his head in her chest as she petted his hair, cooing soft sweet reassurances into his ears so that he’d feel better.

What the hell is wrong with me?! she thought, her face and body heating up, a bright red forming.

I’m only thinking this because he’s obviously being treated like shit by his sister. Poor Andrew can’t even stand up for himself against her (literally). She thought.

“Oh, Andrew. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why anybody would do that to you.” She pouted, her body acting on its own as her hands went up and gently grabbing his face, caressing the sides delicately as she looked into his eyes.

His eyes were wide and green, laced with surprise as his face was red, looking as if he was a Christmas decoration with the bright festive colors.

“W-what are you doing?!” he exclaimed, grabbing her arms and pulling away from her, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” she questioned worriedly.

“N-no! You… you were really close..” Andrew claimed, covering his face with his hands.

Aw! He’s so cute when he’s flustered! (Y/N) thought to herself, a smile breaking out onto her face.

WHAT AM I THINKING? HE’S A WANTED MAN (by the cops and me, it seems)! HE’S MY PATIENT TOO! I SHOULDN’T BE DOING THIS WITH HIM! she screeched in here head.

“I’m sorry! I got too carried away…” She chuckled nervously, her nails digging into her palms as punishment. "I usually work with children as you know, and they appreciate the action. I acted on impulse.

“W-whatever…” Andrew muttered, his face still not completely cooled off.

“Let’s try this again.” She smiled awkwardly.

She tilted Andrews’s chin up (causing wave of red to hit his face just before the other one subsided) and reached into her medical bag, pulling out her mediscope.

“Keep your eyes open.” She instructed, following the same procedures as she did yesterday. “Now open wide.” She directed, pointing the light into his mouth. “Stay still.” She spoke as she looked into his ears.

She noticed blood in them and sighed.

“Either your sister ruptured your eardrums with all her yelling, or she caused the internal bleeding in your head to get worse. You’re going to need surgery for that.” She explained.

“Aw… damn it…” Andrew muttered.

No wonder his hearing was a little muffled.

“I mean, it was about time for the surgeons to get your legs done! They only got your ankles bandaged up, but they haven’t had surgery on your legs yet.” (Y/N) explained.

“I really can’t afford it...” Andrew muttered softly to himself, but (Y/N) heard it.

He can’t afford it? Makes sense since he said he doesn’t have anywhere to go, so I doubt he has a home. She thought to herself before a stupid idea flashed in her mind. What if I… have him stay with me after he’s well enough to leave? she quickly shook the idea out of her head.

No way! He’s a wanted man! But… I haven’t called the cops on him yet, so I’m already committing a crime. Who cares if I get more years to my sentence for housing this man under my roof, feeding, sheltering, and spending time (loving) with him? she thought.

“Don’t worry about it, I feel we’ll find a way!” (Y/N) beamed. “Now, here’s the deal. I’m going to get the doctors to get surgery done on you, then when your head is all better and dandy, I’ll show you the collection of books and video games I specifically picked out for you~” she spoke, dragging her tone out to make the deal appeal more tempting.

Specially picked out? Andrew thought.

His interest was piqued instantly.

“Yeah, whatever…” Andrew huffed, crossing his arms and adverting his head to the side.

“Great! You’ll behave and listen to what they say, right?” She questioned a little sternly, her hands on her hips.

“…Yes…” Andrew hissed through his teeth reluctantly.

“Alright. I’ll be right back.” She smiled, walking out of the room.

A few minutes later she came in rolling a wheelchair and a security guard.

“Careful with him now.” She instructed to the guard.

The guard picked up Andrew and placed him on the wheelchair, dropping him a little carelessly and causing him to wince.

“Oi! I said careful!” (Y/N) snapped, resisting the urge to hit the guard in the back of the head.

“Sorry, ma’am…” the guard muttered.

The guard rolled Andrew out of the room and followed as (Y/N) walked around the hospital aimlessly, forgetting where the neurologic branch was.

“Ma’am… are you lost?” the guard asked.

“No!” she quickly declared before looking around. “I’m testing you to know if you’re paying attention.”

“I’ve been here for five years.” He deadpanned.

“…I have to keep your mind sharp.” She claimed weakly. “But lead the way please, since you’re so confident.”

She followed the guard and Andrew as they headed to the correct branch. She knocked on the staff’s door then unlocked it with her key.

“Hello!” she smiled.

“It’s lunch break for us. What?” one of the surgeons questioned rudely.

“Be nice! There’s a patient.” A younger surgeon spoke, peeking from over the surgeon's shoulder. “How can we help?”

“Andrew here has internal bleeding in his brain and we need surgery done pronto.” She ordered.

“Lunch break~” the older surgeon sang, taking a bite out of his food.

“Pink slip~” she sung back. “I’ll get you fired for rejecting care to a patient in need. He’s your top priority right now, so get him on that operating table.” She ordered. "Please."

What’s with all the nurses and doctors here? Andrew thought to himself, not exactly believing the healthcare here is the safest.

Well, that should be expected considering his old town's doctors had ads recommending euthanasia for suicidal people.

“Fine.” They sighed.

“I’ll be back in three hours okay? By then your surgery should be done. You listen to their instructions, okay?” she spoke, patting Andrew on the shoulder before leaving.

I’m left with these guys? Andrew thought, watching (Y/N) leave him alone.

While Andrew got prepped for his surgery, (Y/N) had other matters to attend to. She checked her watch.

Rachael’s appointment is just about done and Joseph’s will be on in ten minutes. I can make it in time for Joesph. She thought, racing to the elevator and hopping in.

She hit the second button and watched as the doors closed, waiting impatiently for them to open up. She ran out and to Doctor Ryan’s office, room 213.

She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds for the affirmative.

“Come in.” Doctor Ryan called out.

(Y/N) opened the door and saw it was only Doctor Ryan.

So I missed the lesson… she thought, letting out a groan.

“I’m sorry, sir. I had to attend to patient 402.” She sighed.

“I heard about it. Seems like you got a secret admirer.” Doctor Ryan teased as he cleaned the seats in the room with a Clorox wipe.

“Har har har…” She laughed sarcastically. “But I do apologize about it. I wasn’t expecting to go to him until after my shift.”

“Yeah, I heard he has quite a temper with anyone but you.” Doctor smiled.

“Don’t start it.” I sighed, ignoring the sudden increase of my heartbeat. “Anything planned for Joseph? Or is it a typical check-up?”

“After his check-up you’re going to give him a flu shot.” Doctor explained.

“Oh… no thanks…” She smiled nervously. “I don’t do good with needles.”

I almost puked when I had to give a shot to a test dummy back in my college test room… She thought, the memory making her queasy already.

“You’ll do fine. Now go get him.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

(Y/N) sighed and grabbed a clipboard and pen Doctor Ryan readied for her and walked out of the room, making her way to the waiting room. She opened the door and cleared her throat.

“Joseph Stall?” she called out.

A set of adults and their son stood up, walking towards her and into the hallway.

“Hey there! Turn right and go to the scale.” She smiled politely as she closed the door being him.

She followed them to the scale and readied her clipboard.

“Alright, take off your shoes and step on the scale, please.” (Y/N) requested.

Joesph complied and took off his blue crocs, standing on the scale. She wrote down his weight.

52 pounds, in the average zone.

“Now step off the scale and stand up straight.” She instructed.

Joesph fixed his posture and stood up straight in front of the wall’s ruler.

3’9” feet, also average height for his age. She noted, writing it down.

“Alright. Let’s go to our room. Follow me, please.” (Y/N) spoke.

She guided them to Doctor Ryan’s room, 214, and opened the door.

“Hey! Come take a seat.” Doctor Ryan beamed.

Joesph used a step stool to get up on the terribly cushioned bed and waited for the doctors instructions.

“(Y/N), do your thing.” Doctor Ryan nodded.

“Alrighty. Let’s start by checking your eyes.” She smiled, pulling out her mediscope.

She got close and looked at his eyes, seeing no trouble whatsoever.

“And your mouth. Say ‘aaaah’” She spoke, giving an example.

“Aaaah.” Joesph voiced.

“And your ears.” She spoke, getting to his side and looking into them.

Nothing. All dandy.

“Looks good.” She smiled, putting her mediscope back into her bag.

She grabbed a reflex hammer from Doctor Ryan’s hand and moved to Joesph’s side so she wasn’t in front of him. She gave him a gentle tap on his knee, causing his knee to kick slightly.

“Good. Now your heart.” She gave the hammer back to the doctor and grabbed her stethoscope, bringing it to Joesph’s chest and listening to his heart.

She stared at the clock as she waited 15 seconds and counted the beats, multiplying it by four.

96 beats per minute. That’s in the normal range.

“Alright, now take a big deep breath in.” She instructed, bringing her stethoscope to his lung.

She listened to the his inhaling and his lungs.

“Now exhale.” She instructed, listening. “Inhale again… now exhale.” She spoke. “Alright. You’re perfectly fine. Is there any health concerns you’re worrying about?” (Y/N) questioned, looking at his parents.

“Nope.” His mother spoke.

“And all we’re doing is the flu shot, correct?” she questioned.

“Yep.” His mother agreed.

“Great.” She smiled, resisting the urge to frown.

I hate hurting kids like this. She thought.

She walked to the tray Doctor Ryan prepared for her, taking a small package and ripping out the alcohol wipe.

“Left or right arm?” she questioned.

“Left.” Joesph spoke.

“Okay…” She muttered, mentally preparing herself for the kid’s tears.

She wiped his shoulder with the alcohol wipe and grabbed the needle, removing the safety cap and checking for any air bubbles.

“Ready?” she questioned.

“Yep.” The kid replied, looking at the needle.

She stuck the needle into his shoulder and injected the vaccine by pressing down the thumb press, then pulled away.

“All done!” she beamed with a smile, exaggerating her voice to let the kid know he was okay.

The kid stared blankly before nodding.

Wow, kid took it better than I do. What a champ… She thought to herself.

“Spiderman or my little pony?” She questioned, grabbing a box of bandages.

“My little pony.” The kid responded.

“Great choice. One of my favorites.” (Y/N) smiled, opening the band-aid and lined the cotton with his small wound, gently pressing it down. “And here’s a sticker for being my star patient today!” she smiled, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pink star sticker.

“Thank you.” The kid smiled, taking the sticker.

“You’re free to go. Reception is on the left, they'll schedule your next appointment for you.” She directed.

The family walked out and (Y/N) sighed, taking the needle and reattaching the cap, placing it into the sharp objects box.

“See? Wasn’t so bad.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“I hate needles…” She sighed.

“Hey, do you call all your patients that? Star patient?” Doctor Ryan questioned.

“Yeah? It makes them feel special and happy. It releases a rewarding stimulant into their brains, the pain killer.” She explained.

“I bet patient 402 sure liked that…” Doctor Ryan snickered.

“Oh, we’re still on this topic, huh?” (Y/N) smiled, placing her hands on her hips.

“I mean, you’re not changing the subject so…” Doctor Ryan laughed as she shook her head.

“Any other patients you squeezed into today’s schedule? Or just walk-ins from a here?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Free to do anything until we get alerted.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“Ah, great.” She nodded, looking down at her watch.

It’s only been thirty minutes since I last saw Andrew. And I really hate waiting around and doing nothing, I’ll go visit Hailey. She thought to herself.

She walked out of the room and out of the walk-in clinic, heading to the room admissions. She made it to room 433 and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in.” A weak voice exclaimed.

“Hey there, hails! How are you?” (Y/N) questioned, opening the door and closing it behind them for privacy.

“Hi, Ms. (Y/N).” Hailey smiled.

Hailey was a small girl diagnosed with leukemia at seven. It’s been three years now since diagnosed and at the moment she’s in stage 3. (Y/N) finds it heartbreaking to watch the blonde girl’s appearance diminishing; her eyes sinking in, her hair growing wire-like and withered, her skin and cheekbones pale and sullen, and her arms and legs losing fat. Her appearance isn’t the only thing fading away, but her hope of surviving it too.

“Would you like some water? It’s still cold.” She offered, already reaching into her bag.

“Yes, please. I’m quite thirsty.” She smiled weakly.

(Y/N) nodded and twisted open the bottle’s cap, bringing the drink to the girls lips. Hailey took small sips before raising her arm slightly, signaling no more. (Y/N) moved the bottle, twisting the cap back on weakly so Hailey could open it later.

“Are you hungry too?” she questioned.

“Not at the moment.” Hailey answered.

“I’ll leave these here for later.” (Y/N) spoke, reaching into her bag and placing down a bag of pretzels on Hailey’s nightstand.

“How do you feel?” (Y/N) questioned.

Right now it wasn’t a normal survey (interrogation) she would give other patients, it was two friends catching up.

“Better than I can be.” Hailey smiled.

Even though Hailey was ten, she knew very well she was dying. It didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would. Her parents slowly stopped visiting less and less, too brokenhearted at their daughter’s rapid-approaching fate. The only visitors she got now was from her check-up nurses and (Y/N).

“Hey, I got you some new books. You liked that last one, yeah?” (Y/N) smiled, pulling out a book from her bag.

“I enjoyed the ending. I liked Charlie’s bravery and courage.” Hailey commented.

“I figured you would. She reminds me of you. Resilient and strong.” (Y/N) smiled, handing her a new book.

“Aw… thanks.” Hailey blushed, the red in her face from the compliment looked as if it could be her normal skin tone, accepting the new book.

“This book is about a library where all the different possibilities in your life that you could’ve had by making a choice, gets played out for you. I figured you’d like it since it’s fantasy.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” Hailey smiled, looking fondly at the cover.

“I’ll leave you to read the first few chapters. Want a sticker before I leave?” she questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please.” Hailey nodded.

(Y/N) reached into her bag and looked for a green star, finding one and handing it to Hailey to add to her growing collection that laid on her nightstand.

“Make sure to ring the button if you need anything. I’ll see you later, hails.” (Y/N) beamed, walking away from her.

She opened Hailey’s door and walked out, closing it behind her. She looked at her watch, seeing it’s been an hour since she left Andrew.

Two more. She thought to herself. Man, time seems slow today…

(Y/N) sighed and stood there for a second, deciding what to do.

I’ll go back to the walk-in clinic. She decided.

She turned and walked away from Hailey’s room, she’ll return in a few hours to see how Hailey likes the book. She opened the two doors leading to the clinic, making her way to the back rooms and finding Doctor Ryan.

“Oh, just when I was about to call you.” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“Is there a problem?” she questioned.

“You remember how to stitch, right?” he smiled.

“Stitch wounds… yes…” She sighed, sucking in a breath to put her happy face on.

“Come on, let’s get this done.” Doctor smiled, leading her to his office.

(Y/N) walked in and took note of the situation, seeing a distressed boy a bloodied towel that was applying pressure to his forearm.

“Hey, bud. I’m (Y/N). What’s your name?” she questioned, keeping the kid company as Doctor Ryan prepared a tray of tools for (Y/N) that she needed.

“Cody.” The little blond boy rasped out, small tears in his eyes.

“What happened to you?” she spoke calmly so the kid can copy her tone.

“He had a fishin' accident with me. Got the hook hooked into ‘is skin and he ripped it out while preppin' for tomorrow.” The father sighed with his accent, covering his eyes with his cowboy hat to hide his shame.

“No worries, accidents happen.” She smiled.

“I really should’ve been watchin’ though.” The cowboy huffed.

“C’mere dad, you can hold his hand.” (Y/N) encouraged.

The cowboy sighed and stood up from his seat, walking over and holding his son’s left hand, his uninjured one.

“Are you left-handed or right-handed?” she questioned, accepting the tray of supplies and placing it next to Cody.

“Right.” The kid spoke.

“Well, you might have to learn how to write with your left hand after this. But that’s okay, all the kids in school will think you’re so cool, along with the scar you’ll get too if you get one.” She smiled, gently removing the towel and placing it to the side.

The kid has a nasty chunk of flesh ripped out of him from the hook. Either the dad or Cody panicked and ripped the hook out. Well, it's sure leave a scar.

She looked at Cody’s elbow and felt for a vein. She found one and held her thumb on it, grabbing a syringe of lidocaine from the tray and popping the cap, checking for any air bubbles.

“Look at dad.” (Y/N) instructed.

Once Cody looked away, (Y/N) removed her thumb from the vein and replaced it with the syringe’s needle instead, injecting the pain killer.

Now we have to wait a few minutes, she thought.

“Do you play any sports?” (Y/N) questioned, grabbing alcohol wipes to remove the bacteria from the fishing hook’s nasty ends.

“I play football with my brothers.” Cody explained.

“This’ll hurt real quick.” She warned. “And how many brothers do you have?” she questioned, wiping off the excess blood and grime, resisting the urge to cringe as Cody hissed and held tightly onto his father’s hand.

“Three.” Cody answered.

“Are you the oldest, youngest, or middle?” she questioned, wiping inside the wound a little to be extra certain it wouldn’t get infected.

“Youngest.” Cody answered.

“Do you go to school or are you home-schooled?” she questioned, grabbing her medical needle and thread and tying the thread inside of the needle’s hole.

“I go to public school.” Cody responded.

“Feel any pain in your arm? Or has it gone down?” (Y/N) questioned, looking at Cody’s face.

“Gone down.” Cody answered.

“Good. I’m going to start sewing up your wound, I want you to talk to me or your dad while doing it.” She explained. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” Cody sighed.

“Do you get good grades?” (Y/N) questioned, pinching the skin together and sewing up the skin and fat, deciding to go for buried sutures to get the job done.

“Yeah.” Cody nodded.

“Do you like school?” she questioned.

“It’s okay.” Cody spoke, shrugging his head to the left since he couldn’t with his arms.

“I didn’t like school much either.” (Y/N) admitted. “I didn’t like waking up early. I’m glad I work at night now.”

The cowboy redirected his attention from Cody and looked down at her and smiled.

“Where I grew up, we had a farm and got up at 4 o’ clock to work on it. I was homeschooled in the south.” He explained.

“You have more strength than me, getting up so early.” (Y/N) joked. “You too, Cody. I dislike needles. Whenever I have to get a shot, I cry like a baby.”

“Trust me, she does. I gave her one for her practice.” Doctor Ryan teased.

“You’re in school?” the cowboy questioned.

“Yup. That man is my superior teaching me the ropes.” (Y/N) explained, referring to Doctor Ryan who sat back and watched the procedure carefully to make sure she was doing it right.

“I wanted to go to college but my family couldn’t afford it. Hopefully it’s a different story for Cody.” The cowboy smiled, ruffling his son’s hair.

“Especially with all the programs now for the youth, gives the younger generation a better chance for college.” (Y/N) pointed out. “Is there anything you want to be when you grow up? Like a professional football player or a doctor?” she questioned, shifting her tone so Cody knew she was talking to him since she couldn’t look away from her stitching work.

“Construction worker!” Cody declared.

“Ooo, are you going to build tall buildings?” (Y/N) questioned, entertaining the boy and keeping him busy.

“Yeah.” Cody replied.

He didn’t seem like crying anymore, the painkillers help shoo off the pain, for now at least. She thought.

"And... ta dah! You're all done, Cody!" (Y/N) beamed.

"Woah! It looks so cool!" Cody smiled.

"Let's get some bandages on that, so it doesn't get infected. In two or three days, you can take the bandages off. In ten days, come back here and we'll check and see if the stitches can be removed.” (Y/N) explained. “Does that sound good?” she questioned, redirecting her attention to her superior.

“Perfect, perfect! As per usual!” Doctor Ryan smiled.

“Thanks!” (Y/N) smiled, flattered at the praise. “Now, what color star would you like?”

“Blue.” Cody smiled.

“Here ya go!” she hummed, grabbing the stickers from her bag and pulling out a blue star, handing it to Cody.

“See ya in ten days, lil lady.” The cowboy smiled, titling his hat before holding his son’s hand.

“See ya! Reception is on the left. Make sure to be careful!” (Y/N) waved.

“Ahem!” Doctor Ryan coughed into his hand over-exaggeratedly.

“Yes?” (Y/N) questioned, confused on if she did something wrong,

“I don’t think patient 402 would be happy with all that flirting going on.” The doctor teased playfully. "You were awfully talkative with the dad."

“Woah now. He has kids and is like 30, I’m too young to settle down like that. There was no flirting, only polite talk.” She explained.

"Sure thing, lil lady." Doctor Ryan chuckled, earning an unamused glare.

She ignored him, checking her watch, catching his attention.

“Oh, your shift isn’t near over.” The doctor laughed.

“No, I wanted to see how long until I had to go see Andrew.” (Y/N) explained, waiting for Doctor Ryan’s teasing remarks.

“I see. How scandalous.” He chuckled.

“Hardy har har har.” (Y/N) laughed sarcastically. “I have an hour and thirty minutes left. But everything feels like it’s taking so long.” She sighed.

“Here, why don’t you do a run around the hospital? It’s lunch time. You can bring the lunch trays to all the patients!” Doctor Ryan suggested.

“That’s a good idea. Have someone radio in and call off all the lunch ladies to serve lunch, I’ll do it all myself.” She nodded, smiling.

“I meant this branch. The whole hospital is a little excessive.” Doctor Ryan deadpanned.

“No, no. I got this. Besides, I need my steps in.” She spoke. “See ya later!” she waved, taking off.

The second chapter for this is done! This series will also be posted on AO3 and Wattpad!

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Chapters: Chapter 1, current chapter, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (in the works)

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vettelsdarling · 5 months

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Hey Lissie! Another Hamilton 5+1 for you because I love the format, hehe. Straight to the point, here it is:

5 times Y/N woke up without Lewis and one time they woke up together.

I can definitely see a potential for angst and a bit of misunderstanding or yearning?! Lewis can either be a f1 driver or have it as an AU with another job! The prompt needs a good reason of “why” for the absence and I am more than certain your mind will come up with a brilliant answer. I am thrilled and again, have fun!

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Lissie note… I love this prompt so much ugh!!! I changed it a slight bit to falling asleep rather than waking up (just for dramatic effect). Thank you for the prompt, love<3

Things to note

Reader is a paralegal

Lewis is frequently gone for races

They’ve been dating for 4~5 years and live together

There is a tiny age gap but it isn’t that bad

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x gf!reader

Warnings: Slight angst???

Word Count: 5.3k+

Playlist recommendations: 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭💔, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗

Taglist: @allwaysalleyway, @drugged-kitkat, @darleneslane, @littlesatanicassholebitch

His arms were warm. They were comforting to lie in and snuggle into. He trailed his fingers gently through your hair, as you slowly dozed off.

That was a dream.

The cruel reality of the real world, in the form of an obnoxious iPhone alarm, woke you up. It was already 6 AM, and your routine consisted of a hefty amount of self-care. This meant that you had about 10 minutes for a shower, 50 for hair care, and 30 for skin and makeup. Breakfast was out of the question. So much for self-care.

Before you left, you made sure to feed Roscoe and give him his well-deserved cuddles. Things had been hard ever since Coco passed, but Roscoe was still a happy spirit.

You went to the garage, noticing your boyfriend’s all too famous purple Mercedes. Your heart stung for a second, but you brushed it off. It was important to support his endeavours, instead of sulking about him.

You decided to go with your vintage beetle. Driving around in it was what kept you grounded. You’d gotten it for your 18th birthday from your parents. Not from your lover.

The fact that you didn’t quit your 9-5 paralegal job was also rationalizing, you didn’t stay home and leech off of your rich man. He was more than just a wallet. He was your partner. Besides, the media had already started to suspect that he wasn’t single anymore. Though he hadn’t been for years. The two of you had met coincidentally over a cup of tea with your boss. Lewis was his client and you were the first to oversee the situation before handing him off. That was about 6 years ago. For four, the two of you had been together. You had only given him your number regarding his case, but he’d taken the opportunity to ask you out.

Now, the two of you lived together in a mansion overseeing a large forest. It was quite far from your workplace, but you didn’t really mind. Having to wake up early was a small price to pay for the tranquillity of the surroundings. Although it would’ve been more tranquil, had you had more time with your lover.

Alas, there was nothing you could do about it.

1 | Shades Of Cool

You sat there on your dreary chair in your dreary office. The white walls hypnotized you into thinking time was going much slower than it actually was. You stared away at it for a while, before someone knocked on your door.

“Hey, can you please do these briefs? I need to clock out for a dentist’s appointment in a few minutes. I promise I’ll owe you.” You accepted the pile and started going at it. Work usually made you forget the empty feeling of not seeing him often. Sometimes you even thought of staying all night. However, for Roscoe’s sake, you never stayed past dinner time. He couldn’t be alone for too long. It wasn’t fair to the poor boy.

It took hours and hours to get through the pile. You clocked out well past midnight and stopped by a pub to pick up some food before driving home. You knew a huge “sorry” was in order for your dog. He hadn’t seen you for several hours, definitely missing you.

You had 12 missed calls from him. Even though he was on an entirely different continent, he somehow found the time to call you. 12 times no less. You decided to call him back after finishing your dinner and making yourself comfortable next to Roscoe on your sofa.

“Hello, love.” You heard from the other end of the line, as he turned his camera on. There he was. His exhausted, but beautiful face. His hair wasn’t tied up. It was relaxed and so was he.

“Hey, Lewis,” you said and turned on your camera, showing yourself next to his beloved dog,

“Roscoe’s here too.” He let out a huff, which stirred a chuckle out of your boyfriend.

“How’s work? How are you doing?” He asked, knowing that you dreaded most of your coworkers if not all. Additionally, he knew that every day was the same at the office. You handled briefs and got files in piles by your superiors. It sucked.

“It’s okay… same old same old. How’s Spain?” You were so used to staying in the UK, you’d forgotten what it was like to travel. As a paralegal, you didn’t have the luxury to do so that often.

“It’s great. Did you see the videos I sent you? This car is incredible, darling.” You hadn’t seen them for one very specific reason; your heart would clench. It would simply give out at the sight of your boyfriend. Missing him was always a big problem, but with races being back-to-back… it hurt that much more.

“I haven’t had the chance to yet, no, but I’ll check them out later.” The hesitation in your voice must’ve been apparent, as he decided to ask into it,

“Something wrong?” You didn’t want to worry him, so you told a little white lie. You were simply just tired. That was it. That was all. Knowing him, he’d worry too much to focus on driving, which was the exact opposite of what you wanted for him. Besides, it’d be selfish of you to make his work all about yourself. Gosh, you really couldn’t stand your obsessive thoughts.

“Well, I promised Valterri I’d meet him at the gym. Sleep well, darling.” You blew him a kiss goodbye before shutting off the feed and turning over. Roscoe huffed and curled up beside you. It was dead silent except for the few wind rustles you heard from the open window next to the TV. It didn’t feel tranquil. No, you were lamenting the thought of being alone for so long. You hated it. It wasn’t an issue during the day. You had chores and you had work to do, but in the evenings when everything always gets quieter— your mind gets louder.

Roscoe was sleeping soundly next to you. Your hand stroked him gently whilst you scrolled through your Instagram feed. Naturally, you ended up on Lewis’ page. He was highly selective of who he was following. You, however, were amongst the few that he did. A smile spread across your face like room-temperature butter would be spread on a piece of bread. You didn’t appear much on his feed, as you liked being private. Though the posts you did appear in, all had captions with romantic undertones. You really were in love with that man.

I can’t break through your world, ‘cause you live in shades of cool…

2 | Sad Girl

The sun had already come to greet you. It was an early Saturday morning, which would’ve been peaceful— had you not forgotten about the LSATs. You woke up on the sofa that you’d passed out on the night before. Dried drool decorated the corner of your lip. What time was it? You checked your phone, only to realize that your battery was low and the test was in an hour. The sudden sound of your phone ringing sent you scrambling to answer it.

“Hey, are you on your way? I studied all night… Hopefully, we can do this.” Your friend, who usually sat in the cubicle opposite you, whined. She wasn’t a strong test taker, based on the fact that it was her 5th time taking the LSATs. 7 and she’d be all done. No more chances. In comparison to her, you were going in for the first time. You’d studied, but you had no idea how the whole thing would turn out. The tests only got harder and harder every year.

“I am, I am. The traffic is just insane at the moment. I’ll see you there.” You hung up and swiftly ran around the house to get ready. Roscoe was reasonably confused at the rush you were in. You kissed his wrinkly forehead before shutting the door behind you.

For nostalgic reasons, you decided to take Lewis’ purple Mercedes. It was the only one of its kind, so it’d make sense if some people recognized it. You didn’t care. It felt like Lewis was still with you, even if he was in an entirely different country. Speak of the devil, your phone buzzed. One message from him… “Good luck with the LSATs, darling”. Your heart clenched. You missed him so.

Traffic turned out to be light and breezy. Luckily, you made it in time for the test. Being a paralegal had its benefits, but it was and would always be a step below the real deal. You weren’t a real lawyer until you took the LSATs. Then, there was the deal with the bar exam as well. That was another story.

“Did you do good? I croaked. I’m toast. I’ll have to take it again…” said your defeated friend and munched down on her lunch that she brought.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t really care at this point…” Of course, you did, but your mind was too occupied by the absence of your lover to hold an actual conversation. He expected you to tune in on his races whenever you had time to do so, but the fact of the matter was— you never could. It made your heart ache with longing. A painful longing for him to come back home. Especially on weeks when the race weekends were happening back-to-back.

“I guess you don’t need to worry. You’ve got your boyfriend’s money to take care of you.” Although you barely listen to all of her blabbering about the test, that particular thing got through to you.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah. You’re literally dating a celebrity. You’re set,” she chuckled.

“Do you actually think you’re being funny right now?” She likely didn’t mean any harm, but with your pent-up agony and rage, it was hard not to let loose on her.

“Calm down, I was only kidding…” You’d made a scene. You were uncomfortable, things were awkward, and the only place your mind wandered to was Lewis.

“You know what, I’m sorry. I’m just really tired after the test. How about we catch up soon? I need to head home.” Your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest as you put the keys in the ignition. It almost felt as if you were an irrational teenager again. His absence did a number on you. It wasn’t always like that though. Throughout the previous season, he would always do whatever he could to see you in person. Whether it was bringing you with him, or flying back home. As the following season started, the two of you realized how unethical and harmful the solutions were to the environment. Coupled with the fact that you were trying to become a lawyer, there was no way to see him. No way to be held by him. No way to fall asleep in his arms.

That night, you stared into the ceiling for what felt like hours. The spot next to you was empty. Completely untouched. The sound of the gentle wind rustling the trees outside helped your brain work its wild imagination. Vivid pictures of Lewis played over and over and you couldn’t help but feel as though the two of you weren’t meant to be. You had conflicting schedules and you couldn’t just take a weekend off every week to go with him to his races. He couldn’t stay for your sake either. He had a job to do. A job that millions of people depended on for their entertainment. Were you an obstacle? All these thoughts drove into your heart like a stake. You wept. It was inevitable. You’d tried to not do so because you knew he wouldn’t want that… but it was hard. Too hard. Your vision was blurry and the sounds of the nature surrounding you were dimming slowly. You were falling asleep.

You haven’t seen my man…

3 | Off To The Races

Sunday morning was brutal. You woke up with a pounding headache due to having cried yourself to sleep. The sun made your situation much worse, blinding you as you tried to get out of bed. Upon checking your phone, you saw a slew of unread messages from your beau. All of them were minutes apart, making it clear that he’d been trying to reach you throughout the evening.

21:30- Hey, you’re not answering your phone, so I just wanted to text you instead. How are you?

21:55- Are you there? You’re usually not asleep at this hour…

22:45- I suppose you may be busy or asleep. In that case, sleep well baby❤️

22:46- Call me whenever you wake up

“Fuck,” you sighed and went to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror seemed unfamiliar. You didn’t look like yourself at all. No, that wasn’t you. The face looking back at you had swollen eyes and redness coating the corners. Its mascara had been running and dried, giving the face a crustier look. It felt as if you were some little kid who couldn’t stand to be alone for the day, whilst their mother went out to buy groceries. It was embarrassing.

After feeding yourself and Roscoe, cleaning yourself up, and doing chores around the house— you decided that you’d turn on the TV to watch your boyfriend. You were too late for lights out, as they were on their 10th already. It didn’t matter though, for Lewis was in the lead. He had mentioned how good his car was, but you didn’t imagine a 20-second gap. It was pure insanity.

Finishing on top, he ran to embrace the team with a smile. The cameraman followed his every move, and as he did so; Lewis came up to him and stared directly into the lens.

“I love you,” he said. Your heart keeled over and you felt your tear ducts get to work again. It was impossible to watch the rest of the celebration. You shut it off and went to calm yourself down. Breathing heavily in front of the bathroom mirror made you feel like a fool. Love made you weak, but it was a good kind of weak whenever your darling was around.

After a hearty nap, you woke up to your phone buzzing itself off your nightstand.

“Hello?” Your voice was jagged and rough from just having woken up.

“Are you okay? You’re not sick, are you?” His voice was breathy and exhausted. Physically, he was obviously worse off than you.

“Hey, no-yeah, I’m okay. I saw you out there today. You did so great, Lew.” His nickname was one that he adored. The way it rolled off your tongue made his heart flutter with joy.

“I’m glad you saw it. Did you… see the celebration?” He was obviously referring to the message he left for the camera. Your heart pumped faster and faster with adrenaline.

“I-uh… I did…”

“So?”

“I love you too. You know I do.” So much so that it hurt that he wasn’t next to you with his arm around your neck. You wanted to lean against his shoulder as he read you stories that his mother used to read to him. Fuck, it hurt.

“When are you coming back?”

“We still have a few things to do here. Thursday? I’ll be home for two weekends after that.” It was better than nothing, though hearing him say it felt like a long time.

“I understand… I just hope you maybe miss me as much as I miss you?” Yeah, you stooped to that level. Your desperation was starting to reveal itself. Layer by layer.

“Are you insane? Not a second goes by without my thoughts being consumed by you. All I’ve ever thought of this weekend has been you. Staying safe for you, training hard for you, winning… for you.” For a moment, he almost sounded frustrated. But it was just a mask for how deeply he felt for you. The two of you sat in the same boat, rocking through the crashing tides of longing together. Each move was careful to not let the other drown.

“Are you crying?” He asked, careful not to step on any thorns.

“No…” you replied with a slight sniffle, signalling that you obviously were.

“It’s okay, I’m right here. I’ll be back home before you know it.” You wanted to hug him. You needed it so badly.

I’m your little scarlet, starlet, singin’ in the garden. Kiss me on my open mouth…

4 | Video Games

It was Monday, which meant that you could be distracted by your otherwise unforgiving job. Being a paralegal, your duties often consisted of briefs upon briefs which took up most of your 8 hours. You were crammed into a small cubicle with little to no space for any of your personal possessions. You’d hung a few pictures of Lewis and yourself and that was about it.

You stared into the dull computer screen, feeling the existential dread looming over you for every number you typed in. Your eyes were basically goo and the bags dragging them down were more apparent than ever. It would’ve been a pitiful sight for your coworkers if you weren’t surrounded by walls.

“Hey you, wanna grab lunch together? Same place as always. It’s on me this time… since I owe you.” Even an invite to free food wasn’t enough to fully pull you out of your trance. You slowly forced your sluggish head to turn and meet your friend’s. The look of horror etched onto her face was enough to let you know you needed to get outside.

“Sure… I guess.” You dragged your feet along the floor as you followed her to the elevator and outside.

“Is it Lewis again or shitty briefs?” She put in her sunglasses and led the way, locking her arm with yours to not look like she was dragging you against your will.

“Honestly? Both. I don’t get why I keep missing him this much, and I don’t get why some briefs suck that bad.” Lewis was one thing and briefs were more of a frustration. Nothing to cry over, really. You generally enjoyed what you did, so there was rarely anything to complain about. The job was cushy and allowed a lot of free time after hours. Team building exercises were scarce, but not to the point where conflicts arose every day. It was fine.

“We’ll have our usuals,” she said to the waitress.

“Look, you can’t control every aspect of your life. It’s meant to be unpredictable. Briefs suck sometimes, you’re going to feel bad about your boyfriend being gone— c’est la vie.” You knew she pulled that straight out of a podcast. At least the general gist of it.

“Whatever. I guess you’re right, that’s life.” You were just about to jump into a different topic when you heard Lewis’ ringtone from your purse.

“Sorry, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” You scurried off to the restroom to take the call.

“Lewis? Why are you calling?” A bit harsh with his lack of context.

“Am I not allowed to call my girlfriend who, by the way, is very missed?” Just hearing his voice brought back the life that all those briefs drained you of.

“Of course you are… I’m just out for lunch right now.” You felt like a schoolgirl sneaking off to the bathroom to call your beau.

“Sorry, I forgot you usually do that. I was just checking in to say hi before I go in for a meeting.” His voice was so happy-go-lucky, it made you wonder if he missed you as much as you did him.

“… when are you coming back?” You heard a sigh on the other end,

“They’re keeping me here until Wednesday. I’m really sorry, babe.” Of course. It was as if they didn’t want him to go home. Whilst you supported his job and did whatever you could do to show it— you wanted nothing more than for him to stop everything and be with you.

“It’s okay, we can wait. You should focus on your stuff, okay? Good luck with the meeting, Lew.” Luckily, he wasn’t able to see your face. It didn’t match your uppity voice.

“Thanks. See you soon.”

“Bye.”

You left the bathroom and went back to the table where your friend had begun eating. You followed suit and got back to the office after you finished.

After hours, you stopped by a deli to grab a sandwich to eat for dinner. Roscoe greeted you at the door with a huff and followed you to the dining room. The entire house felt empty without your other part to fill it with joy.

That night was another filled with tears and running mascara.

Pull up in your fast car. Whistling my name…

5 | Go Go Dancer

Your depressive slump had faded after the realization that you only had to survive one more night without him. You decided to call in sick and cash in on a few hours for yourself. It was going to be a personal day. You needed to pamper yourself.

Your eyes were still bloodshot from all the crying, but your soul was cleansed of any negativity. Your favorite playlist was on and you began your day of treating yourself like royalty. All of your skincare was out on your vanity and Roscoe sat in the bed behind you. A warm bath was the first thing you did. Whilst flicking on a rom-com, you sat and soaked in the lavender-infused water. Thereafter, you retreated back to your bedroom. Your hair was up in rollers and your bathrobe clung tightly to your damp body.

Today was a day with no briefs, no worries, no salty bosses or annoying clients. You had all the time in the world for yourself. You ordered brunch and whilst you were waiting for it to arrive, you finished your skincare and makeup. After finding something to wear, you picked up the food from the awestruck delivery guy. He complimented your garden and your house. If there was one thing you enjoyed, it was gardening with Lewis. The two of you had worked tirelessly to make the front yard look perfect.

You ate quickly, drying your hair and styling it afterwards. Roscoe was fed and you were already through most of the day.

You pulled out your nail kit from your stash of beauty products and laid out a protective layer on your bed. The playlist kept shuffling through some of your favourites. A gorgeous purple colour appeared before you under the tons of polishes you had. It was perfect and you knew Lewis would love it too. Not that you did it for him. You brushed layer after layer until you were satisfied with the result. It was glossy and simple. Just purple. Sophisticated, but not boring. The process was repeated on your toes as well.

After that, you decided it was time for some movies and popcorn. Lewis never really enjoyed things like popcorn, only ever allowing himself some dark chocolate with his espresso out on the veranda. So, you had to go out to get some. Since you lived quite remotely, you had to drive for a bit before the nearest store appeared. It was worth it though because you spent most of that night with comfortable blankets, popcorn, and bad rom-coms.

Roscoe was beside you all throughout the night, keeping you company with his huffs here and there. Pure tranquillity was what it was, and you couldn’t wait to do the same with Lewis the next evening.

The current movie had to be paused though, as you heard your phone ringing. It was your coworker.

“Hey? What’s up?” You asked, trying to sound hoarse.

“I just wanted to know if you were okay. Heard you were sick.” It sounded like she wasn’t fully sober and on public transport as well.

“Are you drunk?”

“No- yes- you tell me. We just went out for a drink after work today.” She was very clearly slurring her words beyond sensibility.

“We have work tomorrow, why would you ever do that?” Nobody had the guts to do something like that when your job consisted of aiding clients in stressful financial or legal situations.

“We don’t, actually. All of us were just fired on the spot today. He fired us all,” she chuckled and let out a hiccup.

“What?! What’s that supposed to mean?” Your heart sank. Your job… it was just gone.

“Yeah… I don’t know. I think he was in debt or something. Couldn’t keep it going so he decided to sink us all down with him.” You always pictured the CEO as someone with gravitas and money, but apparently, it was all a front.

“What do we do? Can’t we report it to HR somehow? Sue him for wrongful termination?” Admittedly, as calm and collected you usually kept yourself with work-related issues— you were panicking.

“There’s nothing we can do at this point. The entire company has gone to shit. Wouldn’t want to go back there if I was given a raise.” It sounded like she got off the bus, as you heard the doors open.

“You’re lucky you have Lewis. He can take care of you, right?” There was that dreaded guilt of leeching off of your boyfriend. It was a fear that kept gnawing at your ankles, eventually making it to your throat, knowing you had just lost your job.

“I… I don’t know what to say right now. I’ll call you later when I’ve thought about all of this. See you.” There was nothing more to say. It stung that you were in a position where Lewis had to take you under his wing. It felt wrong. It felt criminal.

You really couldn’t catch a break no matter how hard you tried. Something always prevented you from enjoying life as it came.

… and that night you didn’t sleep at all. You stayed up all night contemplating what to do, whether to sue, whether to leave Lewis and tell him to live a good life?! You were going insane. Embarrassment consumed every fibre of your being. The thought that you would depend on him for your survival…

I'm the girl next door, let me come in. I know I go-go dance but I do it for kicks. I never have to work ‘cause my daddy is rich…

+1 | Once Upon a Dream

You’d fallen asleep in the late afternoon after working on a lawsuit against your former boss. It didn’t matter if you’d get it thrown out of court. You just wanted to fight as much as you could. Your great lawyer friend agreed to help you out, representing both himself and you in the case.

Lewis tried to call you several times with no answer. He wasn’t one to worry about you, since he trusted you and knew you wouldn’t do anything stupid. He disregarded it and tried to enjoy his flight home. He was exhausted and just wanted to come home to his little family.

You usually called him before he’d take off, assuring him that you’d be waiting for him at the airport. However, this time was different. You didn’t call and you didn’t answer. His options were limited, forcing him to take public transport. He didn’t want to call a taxi, as they’d be able to note his address and could potentially put you in danger.

People took pictures and some asked him for signs. He didn’t mind it, though he was falling in and out of sleep. When he got off his stop, he decided to walk the rest of the way. The weather was fair and didn’t look like it would change for a while.

On his way, he stopped by a florist to buy you a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He knew you loved having them on the dining table to show any guests.

He wasn’t far away and could see the garden of your house from afar. Meanwhile, you were still buried under your blankets with the lawsuit on your laptop on the coffee table in front of you.

The sound of the front door clicking and closing could be heard, but you were too far gone in your sleep to notice. He called out your name with no response. You weren’t in the bedroom. You weren’t in the kitchen. No, there you were. Your face was buried in the arm on the sofa and the TV was still playing a movie he remembered watching with you some time ago. He saw your laptop, reading some of the contents that were visible on the screen. It didn’t quite make too much sense, but he didn’t want to pry in case it was private.

“Hey… I’m home.” He shook you gently and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Being something of a light sleeper, it woke you up almost instantly.

“Lewis?” Your eyes fluttered open, as you had to adjust to the light. You saw the face of your lover and embraced him in an instant,

“Oh, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, darling.” He stroked the back of your head as it rested on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come get you, I was caught up with work and I fell asleep.” It wasn’t a lie per se. It worked… sort of.

“It’s fine. It’s completely fine. You seem distressed, are you alright?” There was nothing you could hide from him. One way or another he’d find out anyway.

“I lost my job. We were all fired.” He was almost as shocked as you were the night before,

“Are you serious? Why?”

“My best guess? The company was sinking.” You sighed and picked up your laptop. The document already contained 3 sections and 15 pages. You were, however, far from done.

“My friend and I are trying to sue. I’m not sure if it’ll hold up in court though.” Your face looked droopy and sad, something Lewis hated.

“You know what? It’s going to be okay. I know it seems rough, and it is. But look on the bright side. We can find you a better job. Better pay, better equity. Plus, for the time being— you could come along to my races. We wouldn’t need to be separated all the time.” He was right. Your job was cushy, but it had its faults regarding exactly the issues he pointed out. The feeling of missing him constantly didn’t bode well with you either. It was a win-win, really. You weren’t actually depending on him, because it didn’t hurt to ask for help every now and then. Especially when the two of you were so in love.

“Yeah… that’d be nice, actually. I do need to file this lawsuit though. I need it.” Lewis nodded in agreement and smiled,

“Of course, love. You do what you need to do. I’ll be here to help.” You closed the laptop and smiled back at him,

“I think we should cook some dinner. What do you have in mind?”

“Anything. It tastes amazing as long as you make it anyway.” The flattery never stopped. As cheesy as it was— you loved the sentiment.

“Right. I’ll see if we have some rotten eggs and spoiled milk in the fridge,” you joked and he chuckled,

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, Lew.”

That night, you fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest. You could hear how his heartbeat synced with yours. This was complete tranquillity, and you couldn’t believe that this would be your reality for a long time now.

I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream…

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

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Fight Night | CHAPTER 6 | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x Reader

It felt like a silly idea, taking big scary Ryomen Sukuna to get a little treat to calm him down, but your real aim was to get him outside, in the fresh air, and away from people who will remind him of everything that’s happening. For a little while at least. “Ice cream.” His response doesn’t make it feel like any less of an odd suggestion. You roll your eyes at his dubious tone. “Okay, frozen yogurt. Or are protein shakes and almond butter the only dessert you’re allowed?” This had to be the tenth sigh of the phone call, but it’s a little different - that reluctantly receptive sigh that you think could possibly maybe be reserved for you alone.

Sukuna gets some bad news about his fight, and you take him out to get his mind off of it.

Notes: We're dipping into the sweet here just a little by taking big bad Sukuna out for a little treat.

FIRST CHAPTER

LAST CHAPTER

With how cold Sukuna could come across, and with how much hand wringing you’d done over his sparse communication, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that his word does mean something. He did start to text you more often. Starting with a day later no less. Even with the conversations being seemingly mundane, you almost preferred it to seeing him in real life. You didn’t have to hide how much he made you smile or how his playful brashness made you laugh just a little bit more than it made you roll your eyes, you didn’t have to hide that maybe he had you a little bit smitten.

But then sometimes you didn’t prefer it. When the lack of tone made it so you started reading too much, or maybe too little, into his messages. It was already hard enough to tell what was standard behaviour from him, and what was vulnerability. You felt like what would mean next to nothing from someone else could possibly mean more from him, but the dead air between messages sometimes left you too much time to overthink.

This kind of constant back and forth with your own thoughts had you doing things you wouldn’t normally do, but then again most of your time with Sukuna had been a little unusual. Sometimes it worried you how far gone you were when it came to him, despite your first chunk of time together being what most would consider a foundation of red flags for a budding relationship. It worried you even more that you didn’t regret any of it. Here you were though, walking into everything with Sukuna with a new approach, and doing it willingly, happily even. You were even actually typing out the words “hey why don’t you just call me?”

It would have been unthinkable in most instances. Phone calls were only when absolutely necessary. When some business hadn’t gotten their shit together enough to let you just email them. When you just had to make an appointment you’d been putting off for days. But here you were, after finally getting Sukuna to text you and let you know he thought of you more than once in a while, and you were asking him to talk on the phone just to hear his voice.

Earlier he’d gone from asking if you’d talked to your manager about his behaviour, giving his far-too-intense for an office job suggestions on what you should say to him, to suddenly not messaging you back for a while, something that had become unusual for him over the last several days since your little lunch date. He was often as busy as you’d expected him to be, but if sparring or training or speaking with his management interrupted your chats he always preempted it with a text saying he would get back to you.

This time there was just nothing, not long enough to worry you, but enough to have you curious as to what was happening. When he did respond it was simply with the word ’fuck’ before you watched and waited as he typed and typed and typed.

He’d gotten a call telling him that his opponent might have been seriously injured during training. Then he’d just gone off, sending longer texts than he had so far and you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was just mulling over possibilities and outcomes or venting to you. And the thought of it being the latter had your heart racing, so you needed to hear his voice. Needed to hear if he was really treating you like a confidant for his emotions because the thought of that just felt so real.

He was apparently receptive to your suggestion of just discussing it over the phone, since doesn’t even text back to agree, he just calls straight away, and you take a little breath before answering.

“Hello?”

His voice doesn’t really give you an immediate answer to whether he was just filling you in or if it was more. “They just confirmed, anterior shoulder dislocation.”

He’s straight to the point as always, so you catch up as your conversation picks up where it had left off. “A dislocated shoulder, ouch… so he can’t fight?”

“No, he can’t. Apparently he got into a scrap with his team over it and only made it worse, he wanted them to hide it so he could still fight. He needs surgery though so that’s six months of recovery alone.”

He sounds unimpressed, though you can’t tell if it’s because the guy managed to get himself injured or if it was because he wouldn’t even have a chance of being cleared until two months after the fight was meant to happen. When he lets out a sigh of frustration, you suspect it’s the latter.

“So that’s bad? The guy you want to hurt got hurt?”

Sukuna’s tone is different than usual, bothered while he talks as if his thoughts were racing along an entirely different road than yours were.

“It means we can’t fight, and that means I’m going to be stuck with some nobody dumb enough to come in on short notice against me.”

He hadn’t told you who he was supposed to be fighting, but you’d looked it up on your own. It was apparently someone tough, a highly anticipated match. Some people even seemed to think this Toji Fushiguro could beat Sukuna, though from what you’d read that was still an unpopular opinion. It was a moot point now though.

“You’ll probably win against whoever it is though, right?”

He sucks air through his teeth, “I’d win either way, but I’m wasting my time for a boring fight.”

You can hear him shuffling around on whatever furniture he was on, then you can hear his heavy footsteps as he starts pacing around his home, just short of huffing and puffing in a way that lets you know that your suspicions were correct. He absolutely was venting to you.

“It’s a waste of my time, we have a minimum wait between fights too so it’ll wipe out almost the rest of the year for me. Unbelievable. I can’t even imagine what kind of fools he has on his team to have him dislocating his fucking shoulder.”

“Well…” you’re already starting before you think better of it, and when you hesitate for a moment he’s pressing you, not so far into ranting that he doesn’t want to hear what you have to say.

“Yes?” His tone makes you feel like you shouldn’t continue on, but it also lets you know that he won’t be letting you keep your thoughts to yourself right now.

“I mean, you did say you go all out in training too, right?”

“I don’t train with people who don’t know their limits. He should’ve stuck to boxing so he can just show up and win fixed fights like the rest of his family.”

That, you know nothing of though, but the shift to personal attacks feels like a little much. You can’t offer a solution. So you offer what you can.

“There’s nothing you can do about it right now though, right?”

He sighs heavily, and you can hear the soft squeak of whatever he’s sat himself down on. “Right.”

“Then why don’t we go get ice cream?”

“Ice cream.” His response doesn’t make it feel like any less of an odd suggestion.

You roll your eyes at his dubious tone. “Okay, frozen yogurt. Or are protein shakes and almond butter the only dessert you’re allowed?”

This had to be the tenth sigh of the phone call, but it’s a little different - that reluctantly receptive sigh that you think could possibly maybe be reserved for you alone.

“Fine.”

He says it like he’s begrudgingly agreeing, but you can’t help smiling wide as you note that he hasn't exactly put up any fight at all. “I know a good place.”

Another sigh, softer than the last, “I can tell you’re smiling, you know.”

You don’t mind.

As you watch Sukuna pick out the toppings for his frozen yogurt you’re surprised at the sudden discovery that he just might have a sweet tooth. You were expecting him to choose one of the low sugar options, then top it with little chunks of fruit to somehow make it as close to a healthy snack as it could get. He doesn’t though, opting for vanilla then having the woman behind the counter sprinkle over crushed cookies and dark chocolate chips.

He catches your brow raise, throwing it back at you, “Mind your business.”

You put your hands up, looking away as he’s handed his cup and a spoon and you choose your own toppings.

When you’ve made your choices and it’s time to pay, you lightly bump your hip against Sukuna’s, trying to get him to back away from the register as you pull out your wallet with your free hand. He doesn’t move, so you remind him of his words during your last date, “You said I could pay next time, remember?”

He tilts his head to the side, mouth forming a line as he lets out a curt “Hm.”

Clearly he’d hoped you hadn’t remembered that little agreement, but he moves to the side nonetheless, taking your frozen yogurt from you so you have the use of both hands to pull out your card.

You note the price as you finish paying, and wave at Sukuna to follow your lead to the outdoor seating, calling over your shoulder as you go, “I’m getting the next one too.”

“No you aren’t.”

You feign a confused look as you’re out the door before him, “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

He’s catching up with no effort in a few long strides as you hold the door open, face betraying he was much more amused than his tone would have you believe, “You’re hard work.”

As you take your seats and he hands you your frozen yogurt, you give him a dubious look. “Can’t be as hard as body slamming 400 pound men and throwing tractor tires or whatever you do all day.”

A brief flash of surprise on his face tells you you’re closer to what he does than he thinks you realise. You know you are though, you’ve seen the little highlight reels where he turns over heavy tires, flips training partners over his shoulders, bares his teeth menacingly into the camera as a sheen of sweat and oil applied by some filming assistant makes him look godly. He didn’t look all that different from those videos when you first met, but right now he looks softer. Content.

You look down at your cup as you bring your spoon to your mouth before speaking, “I don’t want to talk about that right now though.”

“Too boring for you?”

The face you give him is one he’s earned many times before, but this time it’s less ’give me a break’ and more ’give me a little more credit’. “I wouldn’t bring it up if I didn’t care.”

His brows raise, like he’s surprised, like he doesn’t know if he can believe you.

“I just don’t want you to worry about everything with that Toji guy right now.”

His brows lower, and you feel like he’s decided he does believe you as he gives you a knowing smile. “Okay,” he nods, changing the subject, “we were talking about your work-“

“I don’t want to talk about that either. Let’s, y’know, take it easy. Talk about happy things.”

“I’m happy.”

The sentiment, and how matter of fact it��s said, catches you off guard. Then Sukuna is putting a spoonful of his frozen yogurt in his mouth, eyes still on yours, and you can’t help smiling.

“You’re happy? Not even any complaints about how this isn’t real food?”

He huffs, gesturing to the cups filled with their little frozen swirls, “This is different than greasy burgers.”

You tilt your head and raise your brows in a doubtful look, “Whatever you say, Sukuna…”

His eyes narrow at you, as if warning you to be careful about doubting his logic, but the venom runs out almost immediately as he smiles, shaking his head. “Have dinner at my house, Uraume will make us something a lot better than that.”

“I don’t know if I can lie to their face about liking boiled chicken breast and steamed broccoli.”

Now the annoyance is a little more genuine, “You liked my recommendation last time, didn’t you?”

It was nice, but as much as it pained you to stray from your half-joking narrative that Sukuna was a flavourless protein devouring machine, you won’t lie to him. “It was good, yeah.”

He points his spoon at you, as if it were putting you in your place. “Just as I thought. Don’t doubt me.”

You pretend to mull it over, as if you were going to decline spending time with him. You never had before, the both of you knew that, but he humours your little act as he eats. “Sure.”

Then, you do actually think about it for a second, remembering your agreement.

“Dinner at your place though… isn’t that a little dangerous?”

He drags his spoon around the bottom of his cup, gathering the last melted bits at the bottom, and the corners of his mouth quirk downward as he shrugs. “I agreed that I won’t fuck you. That’s that.”

Hearing him bringing up fucking, even in the context of how he won’t be doing it, has your heart beating a little faster, blood rushing upward and downward at the same time. It makes you shift in your seat, and when you look him in the eye he seems pleased by that so you force yourself to sit still.

Though the way your body is reacting is betrayed by the question you can’t help asking, “Until… when?”

His face is smug for a moment, sparking eyes and half cocked grin only making you want to press your thighs together a little tighter, but then he wipes any expression from his face, neutral as he speaks, “That’s up to you.”

“Oh…” you aren’t sure what to say to that, not having realised the ball was in your court. It sends your mind racing, and this time it’s Sukuna keeping this outing light, dipping his head lower to catch your eye and pull you out of your thoughts.

“You eat too slowly.”

There he is, practically begging you to roll your eyes at him again. You were beginning to think he thought it was cute with the way it made him smile. “Is that your way of asking to try mine?”

“No.” He reaches across the table with his spoon, taking a bit of yours and eating it.

“Uh, excuse you?” You narrow your eyes at him, holding your own spoon in front of your cup as if to parry any further attempts to steal a bite.

He’s smiling at your very much unserious display, before he’s scrunching his nose and dropping his spoon into his empty cup, “You have terrible taste.”

You do eat slowly, compared to Sukuna at least, but it’s nice to talk with him between bites. It’s even nicer to talk afterwards too, even with the sun set and the light from the shop through the window illuminating your faces. Every so often you can’t help thinking back to Sukuna telling you that he was happy. It felt good, like some kind of victory. A victory that somehow gave you butterflies and left your mouth watering at the same time.

Apparently Sukuna picks up on it, during the tenth time you replay it in your mind as he walks you to your car in the parking lot.

“I talk about fucking you once and you’re practically giddy, what am I going to do with you.” He's clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, chiding you, but then he’s just smiling down at you in a way that somehow telegraphs to you exactly what he’s going to say, “You’re just too cute.”

That hasn’t helped anything, and like usual when he pulls that little word out your brain is effectively scrambled. So instead, you lean in, getting up onto your tiptoes, and kiss him.

It’s hard work, or rather he makes it hard work as he remains standing straight. He’s barely tilting his head down and you have to brace your hands on his stomach for balance, gripping lightly at his shirt to deepen the kiss. He lets you, and there’s something thrilling about taking the lead with him for a moment, even as you strain to close the gap between your differing sizes.

It’s only for a moment though, until you’re settling back down onto the heels of your feet, regaining your balance, and he decides there’s too much space between you. He leans down and into you properly, one hand on the back of your neck, the other wrapping around you to pull you into him. It’s slow, and soft, but it doesn’t stay that way for long once you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through his hair. Then, he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, backing you up til you’re pressed between him and your car.

His hands play at making your kiss something less appropriate, if making out against a car five feet from a froyo shop could be considered some kind of appropriate. Running across your back, rubbing at your stomach, thumb sliding out enough to just brush the bottom of your breast. Travelling down your sides, squeezing at your hips tight enough to have your blood rushing downward even more quickly than before, but his hands always return to their place at your waist, warm and firm and holding you up when his touch leaves you dizzy and desperate.

Then, he pulls back, his gaze intense on your mouth while he clenches his jaw, lost in thought. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, lets it out through his barely parted lips and leans in until his nose is gently pressed to where your jaw meets your neck. You lean back, happy for him to go further, but he doesn’t, pressing a kiss to your neck, then your jaw, chaste but firm enough to have you leaning slightly with the pressure, then he steps back.

“I’ll see you sometime this week.”

“Yeah.” It’s all you can say, having felt how hard he was when he was pressed against you and knowing you would have let him fuck you in your car right in that parking lot if he’d only pushed a little harder. But he didn’t. He was behaving, so you were too. “See ya.”

You turn to unlock your car, and he turns to go to his own, before he’s stopped as you speak.

“Hey, will you let me know who you wind up fighting? Or do I have to read it online like everyone else.”

He lets out a little laugh, then looks pleased that you seemed to care. “I’ll text you.”

CHAPTER 7

#my writing #reminder minors and ageless blogs get blocked #jjk fanfic #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #self insert #mma fighter!sukuna #mma!sukuna #mma!au

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shootingstarpilot · 7 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks for the tag, @merlyn-bane!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Eight!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

217,911

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

*sobbing* Star Wars, my beloved. The brainrot is real; I am consumed. When I was still on FF.net, though, I had stuff up in Harry Potter and How to Train Your Dragon.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

back then, i was dauntless

how to bring him home

if i don't make it back (from where i've gone)

though some would harm you

like lightning changing hands

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I absolutely do! I feel bad because I know I've gotten some lovely comments on chapters that aren't the most recent one, and those tend to get lost in the inbox, but I promise I'm working on it- if you get a response from a comment you left a year and a half ago, don't hold it against me 😅

I do it because I want so badly to build community here! I love getting comments from people, responding to something with a wee hint of a tease because I'm AWFUL and then getting a keysmash of a response and then exchanging snippets in the comments, truly, it fills me with delight- and I've met some absolutely wonderful people who I got introduced to by responding to comments-

Anyway. Community. That.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh. Hm. Hm.

I... guess it would have to be though some would harm you? Although I'm not sure if I feel confident in that designation, because it's very much part of a multi-work series. And I'm too much of a sucker for happy endings to write a stand-alone fic that doesn't have one, I think.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, neural plasticity, for sure! Short and sweet <3

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

A bit. I can brush off the "actually the Jedi were the real monsters" assholes easily enough, but honestly, the comments that hit the hardest are the ones that clearly come from people who think they're offering ✨constructive criticism.✨ Not only because I didn't ask for it, but also because saying my work is "fatiguing" or "I'm sure there's a decent story here, but it's being buried under what you're trying to do with it-" there's nothing constructive there.

Side note: the person who left that last comment deleted it about half an hour later, because when I went to reply, it had vanished from my inbox. I don't know if they did that because they didn't want me to be able to reply, or if they realized that what they said was unhelpful and mean, but if they ever happen to see this-

I still got the email, prick.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Write? No, I haven't quite worked up the panache to try. Reading, on the other hand...

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do have snippets of one crossover that I actually posted in an anonymous collection, ha- an old BBC Merlin/ Good Omens/ Supernatural fic that I dug out of my old documents. Other than that, no- unless you count the Prequels and the Clone Wars as different enough to qualify as a crossover.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also not that I know of- very much open to it, though!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Since I don't think taking drabbles in tumblr chats to ridiculous lengths counts, I'd have to say no- I'd like to, though!

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Codywan. Fiercely, unwaveringly Codywan.

Just to reinforce this- 292 of my bookmarks consist of Cody/Obi-Wan. The next most common romantic pairing (Aziraphale/Crowley) has less than half that, at 121.

I'm a goner, and I can't even bring myself to regret it.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

OKAY SO I've written snippets of a modern AU focusing on Helix, Needle and Stitch, and I'm totally gonna take this opportunity to rage about it. I'm probably never gonna finish it, but it gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, so, hey- what else is fic for, really, if not for indulging yourself?

At first, it's just Needle and Stitch. It's just been the two of them, for as long as Stitch can remember. Needle's only a few years older than him, but he's raised him, kept him in school, kept a roof over their heads and food on the table-

Food on Stitch's plate, at least.

Then, one night, Needle does not come home.

A hit-and-run, the nurse tells him, although the words will not trickle through until much later. A coma.

He will not, they say patiently, come home for some time.

(There is so much that needs doing.)

Helix, meanwhile, is studying physical therapy at the local community college and working part-time at his brother Ace's bakery.

It's during one of these shifts that a skinny little twerp comes in and hands him a job application.

(Rent and bills and Needle Needle Needle-)

It doesn't take Helix long to realize something is... off.

Ace tells him not to push it, but-

The kid's a good worker. Great, as a matter of fact. He's never late. Stays past closing, too, if they've had a rush. He tells Helix about his brother and nothing else.

(His brother hasn't come to visit.)

Everything that's not sold at the end of the day gets packaged up and given out. They only toss in the dumpster what's really, truly inedible- stuff that got dropped in the kitchen, scraps left over from customers-

He thinks it's raccoons, at first, until he peers in and sees Stitch flatten himself against a heap of bags in the corner.

They package up leftovers for him, after that. A bit more than leftovers, maybe. Ace sets aside sandwiches. Helix buys him a thermos and tells him it's been in the lost and found for over a year. They make sure he eats.

(Needle's getting transferred out of the ICU.)

Stitch is trying. He's doing everything he can, and more besides. But Needle's life is too expensive and he's buckling under the weight.

(He hasn't even grieved. Not really. No room. No time.)

Eventually, something has to give.

He does.

(He hadn't expected someone to be there to catch him.)

Featuring:

Helix stumbling into adopting first one, then two idiot kids

Ace being a supportive brother

Needle finding his way home

Mace Windu as Needle's (unfairly attractive, Helix thinks) neurologist

Obi-Wan as a hospital social worker who gets assigned Needle's file

Cody as Obi-Wan's husband, Helix's cousin, and children's book author (Stitch's favorite)

(listen I am WEAK for author!Cody, truly)

(Helix was totally the one who got them together and he regrets it every day of his life.)

Sheev Palpatine as the epitome of the evil of the American healthcare system

The Melidaan crew running a long-term, non-profit care facility that offers both in-patient and out-patient rehab services

16.) What are your writing strengths?

(I'VE PUT TOO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS. SHIT.)

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I am, apparently, really good at writing breakdowns. >:3

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Dialogue does not come easily to me. I have to work a bit to hit my stride. But I think it turns out well enough!

Hm. Coming from a purely technical perspective here, I think the reader should be able to understand everything that's spoken in a fic. If a character says something in another language, then I think the best way to convey that is, "X muttered something Y didn't catch," or, if the listener recognizes that it's at least in another language, "X muttered something in French."

If the reader should understand it, then something along the lines of: "'I knew we shouldn't have trusted him,' X muttered in French."

If the POV character doesn't understand the language, it doesn't make sense to provide the reader with a perfect transliteration of what the other character is saying. The character wouldn't have that knowledge. It can really take me out of the fic when two characters suddenly start conversing in written-out sentences in another language, and I have to scroll all the way down to the footnotes for translations.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

But then again, that's just my opinion- I'm sure others have their own thoughts on this!

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Harry Potter.

Hell, I have to say like lightning changing hands, if only because whatever fic I'm writing at the moment is my favorite. It's the act of creation that does it for me!

(Also because it's such a good opportunity to explore so many relationship dynamics.)

No-pressure tags for @jedi-enthusiast, @themonopolyhat, @shadow-pixelle, and @foreverchangingfandomsao3!

#shoulder the sky #me: let's summarize this lil nebulous au for sharing! :D #also me ten minutes later: shit. it's grown legs.#personal #my writing

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etsuven · 2 years

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rating: angst to fluff word count: 4.8k (i got carried away and all of a sudden it was 4k words long what happened my previous max was like 2.5k-) cw: death, slight mentions of blood includes: god! reader, reincarnation au, college au, mild cursing, reader is implied to be shorter than zhongli, the two of you are a bit awkward at first but honestly it's cute <3, childe has a few appearances, mentions of childe and his real name (it's used a lot because i don't see 'childe' being used a lot in a modern au), lowkey wingman childe, fischl and barbara make an appearance, reader is described as pretty. summary: amidst the screams of gods under the night sky, you make a wish...

note: the summary was originally supposed to be a gradient but everything kept going wrong with it, like having the colors merge with the words before it, and i got annoyed and deleted it so if you notice some spelling mistakes i LITERALLY cannot edit them out or else everything will fall apart as im writing this part it's 3:19 AM on 10/31. but anyways i started writing at like, 6:30 AM on 10/30 and when i properly finished it it was around... 2:00 AM? i got a bit carried away, i had to make this good! anyways enjoy-

screams rang through the night air, but they were only background noise to the throbbing that seemed to echo throughout your body. your vision was blurring more and more by the second, and you could feel your thoughts fading away.

you attempted to inhale deeply, but the pain in your chest kept you from doing so. 'where was zhongli?' you thought, looking around. you tried to keep your mind away from the battlefield around you, but it was hard, especially considering that it was probably the only thing you could see for miles.

a sharp intake of breath caught your attention, and you quickly looked to your left, still alert even though you could slowly feel the life leaving you. you could see the figure of your lover crawling towards you, and you managed to reach out a bloody hand towards him.

he took your hand in his, kissing the back of it before pulling you towards him. weakly wrapping your arms around him, you inhaled his scent. the smell of his expensive cologne lingered on him, but there was also the familiar smell of the battlefield on his clothes.

"i'm so tired, 'li..." you whispered. your lover took in a shaky breath, and you tried not to think about the faint beating of his heart in your ear. he was clearly having trouble, perhaps this battle was too much for him. too much for the both of you.

zhongli pressed his lips against your head. "i know, darling." he adjusted your body in his arms, resting his back against one of the only trees that were still standing. "you did your best, i'm proud of you."

you let out a little hum, your eyes closing for a split second until you forced them open. the two of you sat in silence, and you found your gaze trailing to the stars above. "hey, do you think we'll fall in love again?"

your lover took no time to nod, his eyes also going towards to the sky. "of course we will-" his sentence was cut off by a cough, and you looked at him worriedly. you hadn't had the time to look at his face since he found you, meaning that you hadn't yet gotten a glimpse of all of the cuts on his face.

his gaze fell down to your face, and he found himself smiling. even now, you were still gorgeous. "i'd fall in love with you a million times over if i had the chance to..." your hand reached towards his jaw, and you used all of your energy to press your lips against his cheek.

a long exhale left your lips. it was getting harder to stay awake now. "let's do that then. let's fall in love a million times over, just like you said..." zhongli chucked, trying his best to ignore how quiet your voice was getting.

"okay. i love you... so much." he looked down at your form, watching as you responded faintly before your eyes closed. he glanced at the sky, pleading silently that your shared wish would come true. the stars twinkled above the two of you, and it was almost as if they were giving him permission to join them.

one seemed to shine brighter than the others. perhaps it was you?

his body was aching. maybe it was time for him to go, too... he took one last look at your body, using more strength than usual to lift his hand up and brush his fingers through your hair. his eyes slid shut, eyebrows furrowing at the effort he took to do such a simple task.

the feeling of the tree against his back faded away, and his breathing began to slow. the only thing on his mind was you- you and your smile, your laugh, everything about you. and unbeknownst to him, the sky seemed to gain another brightly shining star, right next to the first one- just as he let out his final breath...

you took in a deep breath. college was hard. opening the door to the library, you walked in, going to your preferred section. you placed a few insignificant things down at a table, secretly hoping that no one would come by and take them. your more expensive things were in your backpack, so you weren't too worried. but you had chosen a spot close to the section of books you needed for your essay, so your worried were quickly quelled.

once everything was situated, you went to the shelves, quickly scanning through until you found the section you needed. you seem to have needed a specific book for the essay, as an upperclassman had recommended it to you. after a minute or two of looking, you still couldn't seem to find it. perhaps it was on the other side? you were on the right track alphabetically...

you turned to go to the other side, but you were quickly distracted by the absolute hunk of a man standing on the other end.

he was very tall, and he had a certain air to him that practically screamed royalty. he had very long chocolate brown hair that was put in a ponytail, and the color went quiet well with the tan of his slightly oversized sweater.

the circle rimmed glasses sat nicely on his nose, complementing the sharpness of his jawline and the content on his face as he looked through the books. all in all, he was really cute.

"he's single, y'know~" a voice whispered near you, and you had to cover your mouth in order to keep a yelp from escaping into the quiet of the library. an equally as tall man walked by you, though this one had bright ginger hair. he took a quick glance at you, a teasing smile on his face as he walked over to the cute guy.

'well shit.' you felt your face heat up in embarrassment. 'you've been caught.' you turned on your heels, trying to ignore the burning feeling in your cheeks. you were trying to find a book, not stare at a random guy in the library! who did you think you were?

you sat down at your table, silently groaning in exasperation. you hadn't even gotten the book yet! taking a quick glance around the area around you, you noticed the two men walking out of the section you were just in.

taking your chance, you got up, speed walking over to the area and finding the book you so desperately needed. as you walked back to your table, you locked gazes with the ginger- almost orange haired man, trying to ignore the knowing look in his blue eyes. the brown haired man started to turn around, and you quickly looked away, heading back to your seat.

"what are you looking at, ajax?" zhongli looked behind him in confusion. the only thing really behind him was a fellow student walking by with a book clutched in their arms. his gaze followed them for a few seconds, and he found it quite hard to tear his eyes away.

"oh, i dunno... what are you looking at?" zhongli finally turned around, noticing the familiar teasing look in his childhood friends' eyes. with a roll of his own, he went back to the book he had just picked up. "nothing, i was just looking where you were."

ajax- or childe as known by others, chuckled quietly, thinking back to the person he had caught staring at his childhood friend. you looked like a deer in headlights, enamored by the sight of the young man. and judging by how zhongli's eyes had followed you as you walked by, he seemed to feel the same way.

zhongli hadn't dated anyone his whole entire life, always claiming that he wanted to wait for the perfect person. even though he only seemed to care about his studies to the average person, he was quite sweet, and he even had a romantic side to him.

don't tell anyone, but ajax had even caught his friend reading a few romantic books in his free time.

"you were staring at that person walking by, weren't you?" he asked, the teasing tone still in his voice. zhongli groaned, trying to ignore his friend as he went back to his book. maybe he was staring at you, but admitting it to ajax would be like signing his own death certificate.

you spotted the library man a few times in the next few days. walking across campus, in the dining hall with the rich kids (of course he would be friends with those such as ningguang, diluc, and ayato.), and of course, in the library. you even swore that you had seen him in your dreams, even way before you had seen him for the first time.

for as long as you could remember, you had been having these dreams.

it was weird, honestly, and sometimes you couldn't tell if you recognized the person materialized by your brain. you often dreamt of someone similar to the mystery library man, someone who also had an aura of power and knowledge that you could sense from a mile away.

the dreams were often blurry, and half of the time you couldn't even see what you were looking at. visions of midday hangouts, nights in the city during a noticeably orange and blue toned festival, and stories being told by that man raced through your mind. you had always found them quite interesting, even before you knew what the strange man was talking about.

they weren't always nice dreams, though.

you had bad ones too, nightmares of a bloody battlefield, fighting for your life and eventually losing... you were in the embrace of another, presumably the same person that you seemed to dream of since you were a child.

"perhaps you've seen him around campus before that day, and your brain just put him in your head?" the soft voice of your underclassman- barbara, spoke up. she twirled an ash blonde pigtail around her fingers, looking up at you from her paper. "they say that the people in your dreams are people you've seen in your daily life."

you sighed, resting your face in your hands. "i swear i've never seen him before- i would have remembered someone as good looking as him!" you locked eyes with fischl, another underclassman. she was studying theatre, and you honestly couldn't think of a better major for her.

"well, maybe he's your soulmate! all of those dreams seem to be too vivid, and..." the sound of her voice went in one ear and out the other as you started to think. soulmates sounded nice, sure, but you were certain they weren't real. of course you had seen couples who seemed to be made for each other, but maybe they had just gotten lucky.

or perhaps you were just bitter that you never seemed to be able to find a lover.

"anyways, guys, i have to go back to the library." you spoke, and the girls let out noises of disappointment. fischl even stopped her speech for a bit. barbara placed her pencil down, a confused look on her face.

"can't you look online for what you need?" a knowing look was on her face, and you found yourself looking away. clearly she was starting to figure out why you liked going to the library so much. fischl had the same look on her face, and you could already see them gossiping about you when you left. "no, i uh- it's not online... i'll see you later though, bye!' and with a quick wave, you were off.

you entered the library a few minutes later, already subconsciously starting to look for the mystery man. strangely enough, even though you had seen him around more times than you could count, you hadn't even spoken to him once. more strangely, the mystery man wasn't there.

you let out a disappointed sigh, heading to your usual table. going through the now memorized routine of placing your stuff down, you walked to the section you needed your book from. this time the book seemed to be way out of reach. you stood on your tiptoes, trying your best to reach the item.

"ah, allow me to get that for you." a deep voice reached your ears, and you found yourself looking over in surprise. the man you had been seeing everywhere for days was right in front of you! normally you would be scared if some random guy invaded your personal space, but the mystery man seemed to have a certain sense of... familiarity around him.

you looked up at the young man, trying to hide how you were checking him out. he was definitely prettier up close. "is this the book you wanted?" his voice was also deeper than you expected. you nodded quickly, shyness suddenly creeping up on you.

you let out a small thanks, about to walk away before his voice stopped you. he had told you to wait. you looked at him in confusion, feeling your heart speed up. it was so weird, you had never properly met him before, yet it felt like you'd known him forever. perhaps it was just the similar figure in your dreams messing with your head.

you watched as he turned around, and you quickly noticed that the tips of his ears were slightly red. maybe he was as nervous as you? you followed his line of sight, noticing the same ginger man from a few days ago looking at the mystery man with a quite dumb smile and a thumbs up.

the tall man looked back at you, and- wow, his eyes were so pretty. they were an amber color, almost gold. it was a color you had never seen on anyone before.

"so... what do you need the book for?" he asked. you could see him tense up a bit, almost as if he didn't want to say what he said. you looked over at your spot, pointing over in the direction of your stuff. "i have a paper due in a few days, i was told that this book was one that could help me with research."

the two of you chatted about your majors, and you found out that he was a history major studying business on the side. clearly he was very smart, but the workload must have been insane. he claimed he was fine with it though, even stating that it was quite easy considering that he had a fondness for those types of things.

he offered to help you with your paper, and even though you initially declined- you didn't want to burden him- he insisted, leaving you to lead him to your table. unbeknownst to you, there was a man on the sidelines cheering the two of you on.

"goodness, it's getting quite late..." a quick glance at your phone alerted you to the time. the sun was starting to set, and golden light was streaming through the windows in the library. clearly you had gotten carried away, but you had also finished your paper! due to you looking at your phone, you just managed to miss the flash of disappointment on the mystery man's face, now known as 'zhongli.'

"my, you're right." he stood up, brushing invisible dust off his pristine clothes. he picked up a few of your things, handing them to you politely as you gathered everything together. you felt your heart sinking as you placed your things in your bag, starting your walk to the entrance of the library with the mystery man.

what if you never had the courage to speak to him again? he was wonderful, and you didn't know if you could take not being able to speak to him again. he seemed quite shy as well, perhaps even awkward at times, especially in the beginning of your conversation. that only meant a lower chance of ever speaking to him again.

suddenly, an idea popped up in your head as you made it outside. it would be perfectly fine if he rejected you, after all- you fully believed that you'd never see him again after this. and so...

"um... can i give you my number?" you blurted out, a slight shakiness in your voice. you watched zhongli's eyes widen in surprise, and if you looked close enough, you could even see a faint coloration of his cheeks. was he embarrassed? did you do something wrong? was there-

"yes- yes, of course!" he seemed flustered as he took out his phone, unlocking it and handing it to you with shaky hands. you took the item out of his hand (the new model? wasn't this super expensive?), inserting your number and name into the phone before reading over it twice and handing it out to him.

zhongli pressed the corner of the screen to save the number, pressing the power button soon after and placing the device into his pocket. adjusting your backpack and jacket, you failed to notice his eyes lingering on your figure. the light from the sunset fell onto you perfectly, encasing you in a sort of heavenly glow that had his heart skipping a few beats. he had never felt this way before, so why...

"i live a bit away from here, so i'll get going now before the sun sets." he began to rock nervously on the balls of his feet, hoping that you didn't hear the slight stutter in his voice. you nodded quickly, and the zipper of your jacket made a cute jingle as it collided with the metal part of the garment.

"okay! um, stay safe!" you gave him a wave, speed walking away towards... wherever you needed to go. zhongli sighed, a tightness in his chest as he watched you leave. suddenly, a hand slapped onto his shoulder, causing him to almost yelp in surprise.

ajax was standing next to him, a wide smile on his face as he started leading his friend towards their shared apartment. "so..." he dragged on, looking at his friend expectantly. zhongli shrugged, trying his best to fight down the blush that was threatening to form on his cheeks.

"they uh... gave me their number." zhongli watched out of the corner of his eyes as his friends jaw dropped, sighing deeply at his friends' dramatics. ajax patted his back, looking up at the now darkening sky above their college. "you'd better actually do something with that."

you entered the hallway to your dorm, sighing deeply at how tired you suddenly were. you thought back to you giving zhongli your number, your face heating up at how quickly you left. you couldn't even say a proper goodbye? how rude-

a ding interrupted your thoughts, and it took you a few seconds to realize it was coming from your phone. you took it out of your pocket, quickly looking at the screen only to have your jaw drop in shock.

(___)-___-____ would you like to hang out sometime? -zhongli.

"you're smitten, dude." zhongli looked at ajax in disbelief, wondering why he would assume such an absurd thing. the two of you had just properly met, and even though he had been seeing you around campus for a while now, it was way too soon to consider him being in love.

he leaned his back against the couch, looking at the ceiling above him. the two of them were in their shared apartment, one that ajax mainly paid for considering that he had more money than he could imagine. since they were upperclassman, it was naturally harder for them to find dorms to stay in. not that they'd want to do that, anyways.

"there's no way. we just met each other, that's not enough time for anything to form." zhongli looked forward again, grabbing at the teacup resting on the coffee table in front of him. ajax sat on the other side of the couch, only to lean back and rest his feet on the table much to his roommates dismay.

zhongli sighed softly, swirling his tea around in his cup. it was weird, the way he felt for you. he'd never felt this way about anyone before and honestly... he was scared. ajax looked at his friend with concern, wondering if he really was okay.

"it was a joke, i promise..." and it really was. he just wanted to rile the young man up a bit, as well as get the pretty person who was unabashedly staring at his friend a chance with him. he was about to speak again when zhongli began to speak before him.

"have you ever met someone... only to feel like you've known them forever?" he continued to stare into his teacup, almost lost in the sight of himself in the liquid. ajax began to ponder the question. he would say that about zhongli, but the man didn't even like him that much when they were younger.

he took a long sip at his tea, inhaling the aroma after he was done. "that's how i feel. it's weird but... also nice?" zhongli watched as ajax hummed along, as if pondering his statement. what he didn't know was that his words had only cemented what was originally a 'joke' in his friends' head.

'he was definitely smitten.'

you and zhongli began to hang out more over the following weeks, getting used to each other's personalities and habits. you studied together, ate lunch together, and you finally introduced him to your friends! at this point, you could call him a friend of your own. but lately you seemed to have started thinking of him in a more than friends kind of way.

even though you were already feeling these things way before you had properly met him- nervousness around him, your heart skipping a bit whenever he did or said certain things, that sense of familiarity that never seemed to fade away- you were sure that they would go away eventually.

but they never did. in fact, they only got worse.

zhongli began to feel the same way, and ajax used that as an opportunity to both encourage him and tease him. encouraging as he's the one who helps him gather the courage to ask you to hang out more, and teasing when ajax makes fun of how flustered he gets around you.

while zhongli tries his best to ignore his friends' recent bout of teasing, he takes note of the meteor shower that was said to happen later in the week. although he didn't want to dedicate time to something that probably wasn't even guaranteed to happen, he understood that it was still an opportunity to hang out with you.

shooting you a quick text about the event, he shut off his phone, acting nonchalant as he waited for you to answer. the phone dinged right away, the screen lighting up to your message.

(y/n) <3 of course i'll come! should i bring some snacks?

he smiled at the text, answering back before cutting off the phone once more. trying to avoid the look he knew ajax was giving him, he spoke up. "i'll be gone late friday night." he could see the ginger trying to hold in a laugh.

"going to go hang out with your lover?" zhongli stood up, phone in hand as he walked to his room. he inhaled deeply, trying to quell the pounding of his heart in his chest. "they're not my lover, ajax!"

"not yet!"

friday night was finally here. you had just taken a quick shower to freshen up, and you were now trying to find an outfit to wear for your little outing. date? you didn't even know what to call it at this point. your roommate helped you a little bit, picking out a few items that they had felt fit the overall vibe.

the outfit was cute, and it was even paired with a sweater incase it got cold. you left your dorm a few minutes after, heading to the meeting spot you and zhongli had agreed on around two days prior.

like usual, he was there earlier than the agreed time, waiting for you with a blanket in hand. you called out to him, waving excitedly as you watched him smile at the sight of you. "hey, 'li!" even though you had already seen him earlier in the day with a few friends, it felt different when it was just the two of you.

"shall we go? from what i heard, it should be starting soon." you nodded at his words, letting him lead you to where you were going to sit for the next few hours. there were a few people out tonight, probably because a meteor shower definitely wasn't an event to miss.

zhongli placed the blanket down once the two of you had found a suitable spot with barely anyone nearby, and you quickly spread the snacks around before sitting down. the young man wasn't really a snacking type, but it seemed that you had brought along a few things he liked this time. had you done it on purpose? no, no- it was probably a coincidence.

though, instead of opening the snacks, you seemed to be occupied with fiddling at the hem of your sweater. zhongli looked forward to look at you, concerned by your sudden change in attitude. "is everything okay, (y/n)?" he asked, his voice quiet. you made eye contact with him, and he noticed how you seemed so similar to the person he had met all those weeks ago.

you took in a deep breath, and he watched as your shoulders rose and fell with the action. "sorry if this is sudden, but... what if i told you i liked you?" zhongli felt his heart both stop and skip a beat.

you... liked him?

you continued speaking, almost as if you were trying to block off any potential interruption from him. you spoke of the moment you saw him, and how you felt that fateful day (even speaking of 'the ginger guy who told you that zhongli was single.')

he weakly called out your name, half wanting to tell you his own feelings and half wanting to hear all of the reasons why you liked him. you didn't seem to hear him though. clearly that fischl girl you had introduced him to had rubbed off on you. after a few more tries, he realized that he had to quickly had to think of a way to interrupt you.

you continued to babble on, barely noticing the warm hand on your cheek or zhongli's steadily nearing face until it was too late. his lips connected with yours, and for a split second, your mind went blank. the only thing you could think about were his lips on yours and how it felt like a long, long overdue kiss. it was almost as if you had been waiting for this kiss for longer than you had been alive...

he pulled away a few seconds later, forehead resting against yours as he tried to regulate his breathing. his forehead was warm, and you could even see his flushed cheeks through the darkness of the night. "i like you too..." he whispered, uncharacteristically shy and quiet. you were so used to hearing him talk about what he loved, so to see him like this?...

a sound of excitement from a nearby woman caught your attention, and the two of you looked up to see that the meteor shower had finally started. you stared at the sky in awe, watching the little streaks of light fall down.

suddenly, you felt something brush against your hand, causing you to jump in surprise. you looked down, noticing how zhongli's fingers seemed to be creeping closer and closer to yours. feeling a bit bold, you grabbed at his hand, only to smile shyly when you felt him squeeze at yours.

looking up at the stars in the sky, you noticed quickly that there were two particular ones sitting next to each other that seemed to shine brighter than the rest. you pointed up at them, wanting your new boyfriend to look as well. "that's weird, those two stars are super bright compared to the rest.

zhongli let out a hum, trying to come up with a reason as to why. "perhaps it's us?" he said, glancing at you with a sort of mischievous look in his eyes. he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it in a way that felt all too familiar.

you shoved at his shoulder with your free hand, complaining lightly . it wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was enough to make him chuckle a bit. squeezing at his hand a bit more, you looked towards the sky and at those two brightly stars. maybe zhongli was right…

maybe they were the two of you…

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stargazing || e. williams

pairings ellie williams x fem!oc/reader carl grimes x oc x enid rhee (platonic bffs) daughter!oc x father!daryl dixon

summary TWD & TLOU crossover, takes place in alexandria basically if the group never met negan, daryl and aaron find joel and ellie and bring them in, 16 y/o ellie, mention of a not that important death in season 6 of TWD

warnings NSFW, dom!ellie, fingering, pet names (babe), smoking weed, mentions of drinking, ellie & oc are both virgins

a/n im mainly saying oc instead of reader because im using a name for her, (aimees/aime) cause i hate writing y/n but feel free to pretend its your name instead! any feedback & notes are appreciated, you may send requests but they have to be TWD or TLOU charaters x reader otherwise i wont do them, (no promises in general) this is my first tumblr post still trying to figure tumblr, out sorry if i fucked it up or something, i also dont proof read so theres probably a couple mistakes sorry 😭

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carl placed down a red uno card, i smiled at that, placing down my red 5, "uno!" i shouted, holding the card close to my chest so they couldnt peek, my smile was soon dropped as enid placed down a green 2, i stood up placing my card down, revealing my red 4 to them, "i already lost" i mumbled, "rage quiter" carl called me, "im not a rage quitter! im just done playing with cheaters" i crossed my arms

"you so are a rage quitter aimees!" enid exclaimed, "and you so are a cheater!" i exclaimed back, "how are we cheating?" carl asked, "uh, cause you guys just are" i shrugged

"yeah right" carl scoffed jokingly

i watched them as they finished playing their uno game, enid ended up winning, "what time is it?" enid asked as she collected the messy cards around the table and placed them in the box

"uhhh.." i stood up, peeking my head in the kitchen to check the clock, "9:45" i yawned, i had woken up at 5am to go on a run and my eyes were getting heavy, ive been waiting for dad to get back but he hasnt yet.

"i think im gonna head back" i said, one thing about me is that even after being here for almost a year now, i still havent gotten use to sleeping in a real bed, at night in a real house, and i still have yet to call where i was staying, 'my home'

"yeah, me too" enid stood up aswell, "uhm.. enid?" i asked her, she knew what i was about to ask immediately, i hated sleeping alone, anytime my dad was out, i would ask enid to sleepover with me

enid gave me a sad-eyed look, "im sorry amiees, but i told maggie and glenn i'd be home for tonight" i shook my head with a small smile, "no worries, goodnight enid" i waves her off, she gave me a slight nod before she existed the house

i walked into the kicthen, carl was placing the snacks away, "hey" i said, he looked over his shoulder, his white eyepatch covering his old wound, "hey, i thought you weny home, whats up?" he asked, turning to face me

"could you please stay with me tonight? daryl hasnt gotten back yet, and enid needed to get home" i asked, "yea, let me just write my dad a note" he nodded with a smile

"hey, aimees" i heard a voice shake me awake, the sudden touch made me shot up and pull out my pocket knife that was under my pillow, but i immediately put it down when i realized it was just carl

"shit, you scared me" i panted, placing my knife back under my pillow, "sorry, i didnt mean to, but its almost 6:30 and im pretty sure your dads home" he said, his eye was tired and his hair was scruffy, meaning he had just woken up, but the topic of my dad made me shot out of bed, only in my socks, pajama plaid pants, and a thickstrap white tanktop without a bra, carl wore a grey hanley shirt and sweatpants

i opened up my door and ran down the steps, my dad was in the kicthen, talking to some other people but i didnt really care about them or have time to see who it was, i just ran up to my dad and hugged him which he of course hug back

"fuck you, you said you'd be back in a day!" i exclaimed as i pulled away, "i know, im sorry aimees, the storm slowed us down" he replied looking down at me, i knew the reason why he took an extra day was because of the rain storm but i couldnt care less, i still worried the worse possible thing

"i dont really care dad, you still said a day" i said with my head tilted, i wasnt actually mad, and he knew that, i was just annoyed that it took longer then normal and missed him

"yeah, i know, i missed you too" he rubbed my back gently, "can we have breakfast together? or are you gonna go back out again" i asked, "uh.." he hummed, i sighed, thinking he had to go back out again, but his gaze was around the room and not on me, i thought maybe he was looking at carl, but im always with either him or enid when he gets back

i turned my head to see what he was looking at, 2 people i've never seen before stood awkwardly a couple feet away from me, there was a man about the same age as my dad, and a girl about my age, the girl wore a white tanktop similar to mine with a white bandage around her right arm, with black skinny jeans, and converse. she had a side bang and her brown hair in a ponytail

"uh-" i stood there for a moment, before looking back to my dad, "are these the people?" i asked, he nodded slightly, i glanced back over to them, and back at my dad, "why are they here?" i asked, over the months, my dad and aaron have been bringing people and even a whole community back, they never once came to our house right, i mean maybe a few says after to stop by and say thanks or whatever, but they had just gotten here and were standing in our kicthen, dirt and sweat stuck to their skin

"ricks still out with michonne so i was tellin them the rules, and you're gonna give ellie some of your clothes" he pointed briefly at the girl, i turned back around, i nodded, i turned my head back to see carl standing there awkwardly too, "im ellie" the girl waved, her face was red, she. must be hot, i went to intruduce myself but the girl bumped her elbow into the man, motioning for him to intruduce himself, "im joel" he said, "hi.. im carl" carl said, standing behind me, "im aime" i smiled, i was actually quite happy dad brought home a girl my age, although carl and enid denied them dating, i still felt like i was always third wheeling

"aimees, why dont you go show them to their house next door, i havent slept in days" i didnt have time to reply as he walked off

"okay.." i mumbled, i looked down to my pajamas hanging over my socks, "uh, could you guys give us a second?" i asked, looking at joel and ellie, joel gave a stern nod, i looked over at carl, grabbing his wrist and led him away with me, i could feel the girls eyes on me as i left.

"i hated meeting new people before the dead started walking, and i hate it even more now" i whispered to carl as we walked up the steps, "yeah, i can tell" he said sarcastically, i shoved him as he hit the wall which made us both laugh

carl changed in my bathroom, as i changed in my room, putting on jeans, a bra, my shoes, and my holster with my gun and knife

"you coming with me to give them a tour right?" i asked carl, looking at him, "nah" he shrugged, i hit his shoulder, "yes you are" i yelled whispered, before we entered the kitchen, joel was in the same spot, while ellie was close up at an old family photo of me, my dad, and my mom

"sorry for the wait, we just woke up" i spoke, causing ellie and joel to look up from my sudden voice, "lets go" i nodded, as they followed me out my house

"uh, so, your guy's house is right next to mine" i said as i began to walk up the steps of the empty house, "hey aimees, im gonna go see if enid and maggie need help with the fence" he said from behind joel and ellie, ellie glanced at carl, but joels eyes stayed locked on ellie, i slowly died inside when he said that, i could tell ellie was looking at me but i still flipped off carl as he walked away with a smirk

"so where you guys from?" i asked, "houston" joel answered, that explains the accent, "boston" ellie answered, i looked at them confused, "oh you guys arent father and daughter? how do you know each other?" i asked, "long story" ellie answered, "okay, well, i mean.. this is your house, uhh, i dont think theres any blankets in your bedrooms and theres not any food, clothes or shower stuff, so you guys can like, i dont know, get situated? while i ran around alexandria and collect you guys a bunch of shit" i shrugged, unsure of what else to say

they both nodded, "ill try not to take to long, ill be back in maybe 30 minutes?" i said, unsure myself of how long it would take, "okay, thank you aime" joel nodded, "oh, uh, i know i introduced myself as aime but actually call me aimees, nobody calls me aime its actually kinda weird.. okay, see you" i said as i speed walked out the house

i walked in my house and let out the biggest sigh.

that was the most awkwardest thing ever.

i walked to my room, and took out about half my clothes for ellie, she only had a small school bookbag, so she probably only had a pair of underwear and some socks in there, if she was gonna live here now, she needed clothes

i folded them up, i was giving her my dark blue tanktop with spaghetti straps that was starting to fade, a grey tanktop with thick straps, a tan hanley that was too tight to fit me, a plaid flannel, light blue jeans, jean shorts, plaid pajama pants, 2 pairs of underwear, a black bra, and a pair of thick white socks. i hope thats good enough

i grabbed a basket and set everything in it, i opened the closet next to my bathroom, placing body washes, shampoos, and conditioners in the basket, along with 2 toothbrushes, 2 things of toothpaste, and a razor and tampons for ellie

i figured i'd drop what i had off right now since they we're probably dying for a shower, plus the basket was over flowing

i knocked on there door, but nobody came, i went to knock again but a voice from inside came- "COMING!" i could tell by the voice that it was ellie, as joels is 10 times deeper and has no emotion

i waited for a moment before the door opened, "hi ellie" i greeted, she stood there looking at me for a moment, she seemed she was deep in thought, "oh! sorry, come in" she said, opening the door wider, i smiled walking in, she shut the door behind me, "i- i dont have everything right i just brought clothes and shower stuff since i figured that was probably the first thing you would want to do, and while your showering i was gonna get the rest" i said, basket in hand

"oh- right- yeah, thank you" she said, taking the basket from me, "i didnt bring any clothes for joel cause i dont know where to get him any and my dad was asleep, but ill work on finding him stuff" i added, she nodded looking up at me, "hes passed out right now, and probably will be for the rest of the day" she shrugged, i laughed at her saying it so serious, she laughed with me, "okay, well, enjoy your shower.. im supposed to tell you to not use up too much hot water, but knock yourself out, i mean, i know on my first day i did" i said before i left her house

its been a 3 days since ellie and joel joined alexandria, ellie hasnt really gone outside at all, i havent really seen her since the first day of her being here, only through our windows, our rooms are both upstairs and our windows face eachother, they have blinds but i didnt realize her room was the one across from mine until i was about to sneak out of my window for a smoke the other night

joel been out a lot more then ellie, asking ways to help out, joel was scary, i avoided him, but to be fair, i avoided everyone who wasnt from the orginal group or who wasnt in alexandria when we got there

just like deanna had done for us way back at the start, carol was throwing a welcome party for ellie and joel, i knew carol didnt really care for them joining us, it was just her way of making herself seem like an innocent sweetheart. i admired her tactics, but i definitely was not looking forward to it.

"you guys are going to the party right?" i asked carl and enid, "my dads gonna make me" carl answered, i looked over to enid, she shrugged, "i dont know"

carl smiled, as we both looked at enid for an answer, "still don't know if ill go, i always thought it was stupid and weird when deanna had them and now carols having them?" enid said, "okay well, youll be missing out" i sighed

here i was, walking to the house with open doors and music pouring out of it, my dad was by my side, "you know, ellies also 16, you should try to be friends with her" he said, "yea, yea, yea, i know thats the only thing youve been telling me for the past 2 weeks, 'oh youll love her, you guys would be best friends, she annoys the shit out of this guy like how you annoy the shit out of me'" i mocked my dads deep voice, thinking back to how he would come back from spying on them to see if they were safe and tell me about ellie

"she hasnt come out of her shell yet, but i do really think you'd make a great pair" he said as we walked into the house, "im gonna go get a drink and find rick, go find ellie" he pushed me into the crowd, i scoffed, he acts like hes social when i know damn well the only people he'll be talking to is rick and carol.

i searched the crowd for carl, i couldnt find him but i did see ellie with her arms crossed talking with joel, she looked so uncomfortable and so did he, god do i feel bad

i walked through the crowd, making my way to them, while i was making my way to them, some people pulled joel away to get a drink- or whatever adults do

ellie looked clueless

"hey" i said, placing a hand on her shoulder to let her know i was there over the loud music, she jumped and looked at me, "oh, hi" she said, i could hear the nervousness in her voice, "im sorry about all this, you're practically being forced to go somewhere you dont want go to and forced to talk with people you dont know, i told rick and carol you guys werent the party type but they insisted it was the 'polite thing to do'" i explained, putting airquotes for my last words

ellie seemed to soften a bit at my words, "uh- yea, its just super weird going to a party when 5 days ago you were sweating your ass off trying to find a place to stay the night" she said, looking around, "yeah, trust me, i know how you feel, we didnt create this place, me and my group got taken in by aaron and his boyfriend, the leader at the time was named deanna, she threw a party for us too, and when she died, the leader of my group took over to be the leader of alexandria.. rick" i explained

"wheres your boyfriend?" ellie randomly asked, i furred my brows, "what?" i asked, "uh, the one with the long hair and eyepatch" she asked, "carl?" i asked in a high pitch questioning voics, "oh, yeah, carl" she nodded, "carl?" i asked again, she thinks im dating carl? "yeah?" she asked confused, "oh god, me and carl are like siblings, never in infinity years would we ever date! im gonna puke just thinking of that!" i exaggerated, "oh sorry, its just, my first day here, you guys came out of the same room together in your pajamas and stuff"

"oh! yea, he just slept over, i hate being alone" i explained, "me too" she said with a smile, "sorry, but can we please go somwhere else? i cant stand this crowd" i asked, she nodded, i took her hand in mine, dragging her through the crowd until i found carols bedroom, she wouldnt mind us being in here

"what do you like? any hobbies?" i asked, sitting on the edge of carols bed, ellie sat down next to me, "i love comics, joel somehow finds the best ones, and i have a notebook that i write and draw in" she said happily, "oh no shit? i love comics and drawing too!" i said back with a smile

"so have you and joel been with each other for awhile? he seems pretty protective over you" i asked, "just like, 3 years, but i cant imagine my life without him" she smiled, "i cant imagine my life without my dad, or without a lot of the orginal group, like rick, glenn, carl, carol, maggie, michonne, half the people here are my family"

i spent the whole night talking with ellie, she was actually really nice and funny, we told eachother a bunch of our crazy/scary stories from over the years, and what it was like for life before it

carl and enid never showed up, i told her a lot about them, more so carl since me and carl have been together since the start, we grew up together and i dont know what i would do if he died

but we had stayed after hours not realizing the party ended, still in carols room, she opened the door with an exhausted look, she didnt notice us, me and ellie side eyed eachother before we bursted out laughing

that seemed to be a reoccurring occurrence between the two of us, we both kept on bursting out laughing at stupid stuff

but at the sight of ellie, carol put on her sweetheart face again, "oh! girls, im sorry i didnt know you were in here" she said, bringing a hand to her chest, "the parties over?" i asked, after calming down from laughter, "yes, it just ended, and joel was looking for you ellie, you better get back home before he starts to worry more" carol said with a smile, "yeah, thanks for the party mrs.." ellie said as we stood up, "just call me carol, oh and you too aimees, daryl was wandering around for you" she smiled with a nod

and with that me and ellie left her house, as soon as we got out of her house i let out a giggle, "its the end of the world and you're still worried about manners?" i thought outloud, thinking back to how she tried to call carol mrs, "hey! you never know, some adults are really strict about that stuff" she defended

"okay, i guess ill see you tomorrow?" i asked, as we made it infront of her house, "yea sound-" ellie was interrupted with joel yelling her name, "ellie! i looked everywhere for you! where were you? i havent seen you since the party started-"

i just smiled at joels protectiveness and slipped myself away and went back to my house

"hey dad" i smiled, seeing him on the couch, "oh good, i was waiting for you to come back so i could sleep" he said getting up, "you seem happy?" he questioned, i hated parties, so this was weird that i was smiling a bunch after one, "yeah! i hung out with ellie the whole time, shes really funny! i really like her" i said with a hudge grin, "told you, you'd like her" he nodded, not supprised

"so was it just the two of you or was carl and enid there? i didnt see them tonight" he asked, now leaning against the kitchen counter, "just us, i have no idea where carl and enid are, which kind of sucks since i wanted ellie to meet them, but also its good because i really enjoyed hanging out with her alone" i said, my voice bright from talking with ellie for hours

"im glad you had fun" he nodded with a smile, "oh! do you wanna know what! now when i hangout with carl and enid, ellie will be there, so i dont have to third wheel, i mean they were always being so gross infront of me like complimenting each other and stuff, like ew, and now me and ellie can be grossed out together!" i said happily, my dad laughed, "im glad we found ellie and joel too, can you please tell me more in the morning over breakfast? im ready for bed"

"yea, of course, goodnight dad, i love you" i said, giving him a quick hug, "love you sweetheart, get to bed too, its way past when you should be asleep" he said, kissing me on my head, "yea.. yea, whatever" i mumbled sarcasticly as he walked to his bedroom

i turned off the lights and went to my bedroom, i unbuttoned my jeans and went to pull them off when i felt something in my pocket, i sighed, forgetting i had it, as i pulled out the bag of joints

this would have been perfect for me and ellie, would of been 10x funner.

but, i wasnt tired, and now that i was holding up the rolled up cannabis, i really, really wanted it.

i thought about carl and enid, enids never been high before, but me and carl have a few times, and i don't even know where they are. maybe i can have just one joint to myself..

another thing i do on nights when im not tired, is go to my roof and look at the stars, usually while i smoke cigarettes but weeds even better.

i looked out my window to see that the sky was clear, i smiled to myself, i walked over and turned off my lamp, okay, only one. i placed the other two joints in the bag in between my folded shirt in my dresser, letting the one joint hang in between my lips

i opened up my window, cringing at the squeeked noise, i stuck my legs out, letting myself fall onto the roof, i climbed to the back of my house still on the roof so i was facing the big fence and not out in the open, the only way people would be able to see me is if someone specifically looked in my direction through ellies window

i pulled out my lighter and lit the weed, sucking the toxins into my lungs before blowing out

i sat there for a couple minutes looking at the stars above me, they always fasanated me, i looked to the moon, it was a full moon tonight, of maybe it was a just a full waning or waxing gibbous, i dont know to be honest

the sound of a window opening drawed my attention, i shot my head to the sound, joint in between my lips, to see ellie climbing out of her window

i watched as she hopped onto her roof, shutting her window, and hopped from her roof to mine, as our houses were really close together, she let out a pant, from being out of breath

"hey" she said as she stood there above me, she had already changed into pajamas, wearing plaid baggy ones that were too long for her, ones that were previously mine, and she wore the grey thick strapped tanktop i had also given her

her hair was down, something ive never seen of ellie, some of her auburn hair was over shoulders while some was on her back, they reached a couple inches unde her shoulders and her eyes glistened in the moonlight

"uh, aimees? you barley smoked any of that, you good?" she asked with a smile on her face, "oh, yea, im-" i started saying, realizing i just stared at her, but i spoke really loud as i talked not realizing how loud i was being, "shh! come on, i dont want joel or your dad to wake up" she whisper shouted

"right, sorry" i whispered back, she came over to me and sat down, "can i?" she asked, reaching her hand out, i passed her the joint, and watched her as she looked up to the sky, while taking a long drag of it, she closed her eyes as she sucked it, enjoying the feeling

my eyes were beading onto her, watching every detail on her face, the way her eyebrows slightly scrunched as she sucked in, or how she squeezed her eyes, how her soft pink lips fitted against the rolling paper. i was so close to her our shoulders were brushing against each other, and i noticed things about her that i havent noticed before, she had beautiful green eyes, ive noticed her eyes being not brown before, but now i could actually see what color they were, and her freckles complimented her face so well, they danced all around her cheeks and the tip of her button nose. i even got to exaime her brown eyebrows, i could see the slit she had through it, her eyebrows were also pretty straight, but they looked so perfect on her. her side profile was honestly the best ive ever seen in my whole life. the way her lips moved out, how her adorable nose arched perfectly and how- wait are her lips moving?

"aimees?" she asked, okay yeah they were, "sorry, what?" i asked, looking into her eyes, "you zoned out on me again" she commented, "sorry its just, you look really pretty" i said, still mesmerizing her in a trance, she turned to me, i could see her cheeks turning a shade of pink, before she looked back infront of us

thats kind of weird, i mean, i was just saying she looked pretty, i say that to enid all the time and she just compliments me back or says thanks, but ellie got flustered for some reason and tried to hide her face with no comments

we passed the weed arond in silence for a moment, "you do this a lot?" she asked, "usually just with cigarettes, but i got lucky and found this on a run a few weeks ago.. i love the stars"

"i love the moon" she remarked, i looked to her with a smile on my face, "if i could anywhere i'd go there" she said, looking at the moon above her, "can i come with?" i asked, she turned to me, our faces inches apart, "yeah but.. be aware, joels coming too, and hes a big grump sometimes" she answered, i laughed at that, giggling as i rested my forehead on her shoulder to contain myself, i hear giggles come from her too

"okay, shh, shh we have to be quiet" i whispered, leaning back up to face her, "youre telling me to be quiet? youre the one who started laughing!" she said with a smile as the joint hung between her fingers, "urhg, give me that" i said, taking the joint from her and puffing a few

"its not my fault, you make me laugh more then like, anyone ive ever met" i said after a couple seconds in silence, "really?" she asked looking back to me, "mhm" i nodded, letting out another giggle at nothing, which caused ellie to giggle with me too, we fell onto eachother laughing up a storm, "oh! oh my god! i cant breath!" ellie said inbetween laughs, "stop!" i cried, gripping her thigh for support, trying to catch my breath

we kept on laughing like that for probably too long, after a few minutes, i ended up even closer then before, our laughter dying down but smiles still held on our faces

"whats your last name?" i asked her out of the blue, which caused us to laugh a little some more, "williams?" she sid in a questioning tone, "w-why did you say it like that? are you sure thats your last name or did you make it up because-"

"no! no! thats real, my last name is williams, i was just- cause you asked so randomly!" she explained, "okay, well, ellie williams, you-" i said, pointing at her and using a tone for the word you, "-are my new favorite person"

"and you- aime-" she stopped for a moment, "whats your last name?" she whispered, "dixon" i whispered back, "you! aime dixon, are my new favorite person" she said, usuing a tone and pointing at me for you like i did, but usuing a tone and pointing at herself for me

this caused us both to laugh again, i guess weed made us a bit giggly, we seemed to be eliciting laughter not matter what

"you know what we should do?" i asked, "hmm?" she hummed, i took a puff a weed, noticing it was almost all gone, "we should get married"

i noticed her cheeks start to turn red, "i mean, how could i not want to marry you! look how cute you are with your blushing" i said with a hudge smile, "i accept, mrs williams" ellie said to me with blush still wearing her face, "aime williams! hm, i like the sound of that!" i laughed

"hey, i have idea" i said, looking down at the blunt, "yea wife?" she asked, "my dear husband, we could finish this joint in one puff, shall i shotgun it to you?" i asked with a smirk, "first of all, wife, im your wife, secondly, i dont know what that is" she deadpanned, i let out a couple giggles from her

"okay, well if im the wife, how can you be the wife? anyways, why dont i just show you what a shotgun is?" i offered, still smirking, "hmm, okay fine" she said with a smile, unsure with what was to come

i smirked devilishly, i blew the rest of the joint into my mouth, before flicking it off the house, i brought my hands to ellies face, moving her face to mine, my eyes were closed but i could tell she was blushing

ellies mouth was slightly ajar in shock, so i blew the smoke into her mouth, the feeling of her warm, soft, silk lips, her nose tickling with mine and the way my stomach was attacking itself with a swarm of butterflies from us touching like this

the weed did something to me, because i couldnt help myself, and without any thoughts, only the feeling of want, i pressed my lips more firm to hers, and moved them onto hers, my lips were dancing on hers and she didnt move.

i lifted my lips up for a split second, releasing the smoke from our mouths, i pulled away, realizing what i had just done, my eyes started to feel with tears looking down at her, my hands still holding her face, only inches away. i was so goddamn embarrassed and mad at myself. why the fuck would i do that? i dont even like girls, im not gay, and i definitely dont like a girl i just met 4 days ago. it had to be the weed because im not a lesbian, and judged by the complete silence between us, and ellies face, she isnt eithe-

my angered thoughts were interrupted as ellie leaned into me, tilted her head as she pressed her blushed face to mine, now our lips danced together, i could smell her breath, it smelt of mint toothpaste and marijuana, but i wanted more of it, i wanted to taste it

as ellies hands gripped my shoulders, and mine gripped her face, i brushed my tongue against her lips, getting a slight taste of her, she didnt open her mouth, so i took my left hand from her cheek and placed it on her waist, rubbing her skin and plulling her closer to me, the sudden contact made her mouth open slightly, and i took that as an opportunity to slip my tongue into hers

not only was the smell of marijuana filling my nose, but the smell of the shampoo i gave her was lingering, i think the scent was lavander, either way, it smelt good, delicious, and i wanted even more

i honestly was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, so i pulled away for a moment, i sucked in the air to catch my breath, but my mouth was covered again by ellies lips

this time, her tongue filled my mouth, our tongues danced, as i started to fall backwards from her leaning on me, i felt so carried away and a feeling i never felt before filled my body

i pulled away from her, standing up and dragging her up with me, we had our foreheads pressed together, panting, "come on" i whispered, as i looked into her red eyes, i pulled away from our embrace, taking her hand in mind, pulling her to the side of my window, i climbed in first, helping her climb in too

once she got in, i shut the window and shut the blinds, our light pants cramming the room, i turned around to for a pair of hands pressing against my waist and shoving me against the wall, i was met once again with her lips

i couldn't help, from the sudden action, and melting deep into the kiss, and the feeling of her hands rubbing on me, i let out a small moan into her mouth, i hadnt realized it until it already left

my cheeks went red from embarrassment, hoping she didnt hear, but she pulled away, i couldnt bare to look her in her eyes, i stared at the ground, looking down at our socked feet on the carpet

ellies right hand moved off of my waist, i thought she was about to freak out and leave or something, but she placed a hand on my chin, and lifted it so my face was forced to meet hers, i expected her face to be filled with disgust, but she had a smirk on her face, her freckled cheeks bright red

"dont be shy, you have a pretty voice" she whispered, butterflies formed my heat. not my stomach, but below.

i looked at her dumbfounded, i never felt this way before. i didnt know what was going to happen after all this, what me and ellies relationship would be by tomorrow, i didnt know if i was gay- but i did know that i wanted more of her touch, i wanted to feel her touch, not only on me, but in me.

i pulled pulled the back of her neck onto my face to be met with mine, our kiss even more passionate then before, my knees felt so weak, like i could collapse at any moment, so my hands were balled into a fist gripping her tankop. her hands were squeezing my skin, i couldnt help it, i wanted to feel more of her skin

i lifted my left hand from her tanktop, and lowered them to the hem of it, before i stuck my hand underneath, trailing my hand against her skin, i stopped once my hand got to her bra, unsure of how far she wanted this to go, but her hand lifted from my waist and pulled my wrist up and underneath her bra, allowing me to feel her shape and soft skin

instead of ellies hand resting back on my waist, she snaked it under my jeans, and i felt her squeeze my ass, i had to pull away from our kiss as i let out a grunt, it would have probably came out a moan if i didnt keep my mouth squeezed shut and tried to hold it

we made out rubbing eachother for a few moments before ellies hand slid out of my jeans, i was disappointed until i felt her hands yank at the waist of my jeans, they were still unbuttoned so all she did was slid them off of me, i broke our kiss to step out of them

ellies hands went straight to the back of my bare theighs, "jump" she grunted, her voice deep and raspy, i did what she said, i jumped so my legs were wrapped around her waist as she still held me up by my theighs

as we shared a sloppy yet passionate kiss, i felt my back lift from the wall, ellie brough us across the room, and i felt myself get dropped into my bed

i could see ellie from the moon that lit our room, she crawled ontop of me, hovering over me as our hands and lips connected once again to eachother

she trailed her kiss to my jawline, i felt like i was to explode, i tilted my head so she could get more of my neck

i shouldnt be doing this, but i want to, but dads downstairs, hes asleep, but im high, we both are

my own thoughts fought eachother, i tried to bring myself to stop it, but i couldnt.

my fingertips rested on the fabric of ellies tanktop, i pulled her away for a moment, pulling off the grey top over her head, my eyes went straight to her body, and god did i feel faint.

she had a grey calvin klein sports bra on, my mouth was starting to water.

ellies hands went to my tanktop, i lifted my arms so that she could pull them over my head, i was nervous, especially since i didnt have a bra on, but i wanted it too much to stop

ellie and i stared at eachothers bodies for a moment, she leaned back in and connected her lips straight to my sweetspot of my neck, at the same time her hand went and messaged my boob, ellie was doing things to me because i couldn't even hold in my moans anymore

ellie left a trail of bruises down my neck as she went down more, and connected her lips to my nipple, my hand went to the back of her hair, squeezing her roots, right when i did so i could faintly hear ellie moan into my skin- she likes hair pulling, noted

ellie kissed my one breast and messaged my other, as i squirmed under her holding her hair

"ellie.." i whisper-moaned. "yea, babe?" she mumbled through her kisses, i felt hotter from her nickname, "please.." i whispered, i couldnt handle it anymore

ellie brought her hand and rested it between my legs, but it was inches away from my core, i squeezed my thighs together to try to make some sort of friction, but ellie moved her hands and pressed my knees away from eachother, "please what?" she asked in a dominant voicd, she obviously knew what i wanted, but wanted to hear me say it

"please-" i tried to get a full sentance out in one go, but that was near impossible, my fingertips rested on ellies pants, streching the fabric wanting them off, i was completely topless and had my pants off, yet ellie had a bra on and pants

ellie got off of me for a moment, taking her pants off, which i silently thanked her in my head for, "please what?" she asked again, her voice more raspy then before, "touch me" i moaned, she smirked, leaning in and kissing me again, i missed her lips and the taste of them

she rubbed her hand up slowly, her finger brushing against my cunt. without even thinking, my hand shot to ellies hand that was in between my theighs, and pushed it more towards it

as ellie grunted, she moved my underwear to the side, letting her fingers drag along my slit, "this wet for me baby?" she panted, "all for you" i replied, instantly connecting our lips after

ellie teased me, tracing her fingers up and down my wetness, i sunk my hips down more, trying to get more, ellie broke our kiss with a small laugh, she gave my lips another sweet kiss before she pulled away from my face, i looked up at her confused but my confused face was shortly changed to arousal, as she slipped her middle finger partly inside me

she slowly pumped her finger more into me, causing my head to go back on my pillow, ive touch myself before, but nobody had ever touched me, this was a complete new experience for me

as she pumped them in and out, i felt her start to grind her hips onto my theigh, all the fricton, i started to let out more and more moans, my mouth was closed so they werent as loud

i felt her add her ring finger in me, and curling them around my walls, her hips grinding with more pressure,i let my jaw fall, and furred my eyebrows as i moaned, ellies hand went straight to my mouth, covering any noises that escaped.. i realized for a split second that- oh that was really loud and could of easily woke up my dad- but the feeling of her fingers twirling around in me made me instantly forget about it

i couldnt help but start to grind onto her fingers, rocking my hips up and down. ellies hand slowly moved off of my mouth to grip on my hip, letting out a moans with me, her voice was so hot it made me even wetter. she then moved her hand down even more, i thought it couldnt get any better but she started to rub my clit

"mmfpph.. ell- ellie- i-" i screched, i felt my stomach tie into a tight knot, my body froze as i squeezed my eyes, while my hips stopped moving, ellies hands only sped up, and her hips started to move faster, practically jumping up and down on me, "ellie" i whinned, my eyes rolling back as i felt myself release, ellie grinded on me until her hips froze, "hh- hfphmhmm"ellie moaned, also coming to a finish, i watched her as she leaned her head back, mouth ajar, eyebrow's squishing together.

the room was filled with heavy pants- our chests going up and down as if we just had a near death experience

we stared at eachother trying to catch our breaths, ellies hair was clouding all around her face, her hair falling to her shoulders, really messy compared to how it was an hour ago, in which it was neatly brushed

ellie looked so beautiful, but there were two things i realized as i stared at her

1. we are still high as shit

2. ellie williams, a girl i met a few days ago, just fucked me

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tysm @sapphireblueye for tagging me and for all the wonderful things you do for this little corner of the fandom!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9! [but i have 17 wips breathing down my neck rn]

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

282,695

3. What fandoms do you write for?

only hotd rn but i really wanna try writing for marvel (nashuri) or dc (batriddle)!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- brutus - The Watcher - The Realm's Sweetness - phantoms & fishbowls - legacies

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! i think it's so sweet and intimate when someone takes the time to not only read and kudos my work but also leave an appreciative response,,,, i reciprocate a lot and as a reader, commenting is a bit intimidating so i rlly value the initiation!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don't think anything i have out yet is too sad (but i'm angst tone deaf at times) although 'The Realm's Sweetness' is def the one that comes to mind. it's based on canon/my take on a lore accurate asoiaf storyline for lucemond so,,,,, yikes,,,

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

'love in the dark' and 'brutus' are a tie for that one. rhaenicent get to run away together and live domestically while lucemond get to rule and start their own little family despite,,, the horrors.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

actually not really. i've gotten condescending/backhanded comments but the only fic i've gotten a crumb of real hate on is my fic concept art which was.... interesting....

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

i do! i write the bad kind <3 no but srsly it's just nothing crazy or fun (imo)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no,,, maybe when i was like younger but as of now, no,,,

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! but i think most of the ideas/plots i make up are really out there and abstract so if anyone tried-- good luck. i can barely keep up with some of my fic lore and that's because i have it all written down in my notes app.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but i was thinking about translating my english stuff into spanish myself,,, and then i realized how much work that is so,,,

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

nah. i've thought about it... i just feel like my writing process takes a while and anybody stuck writing with me would end up regretting it lol

14. What's your all-time favourite ship

i ofc love my hotd dumpster fires (lucemond, rhaenicent, luaena, alysmond, jacegan, etc) but the first pairing that forever has a special place in my heart are soul&maka from soul eater,,,

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i have this rhaenicent fic that was in the works but i just sort of lost any new plot to add to it. that tends to happen and my brain randomly picks things back up, but this one has been radio silent for a while,,, nothing i've teased or already have a preexisting work out for though!

16. What are your writing strengths?

detail. foreshadowing. outlandish things galore. you could give me an inanimate, random household item and i'd probably come up with a rlly intricate backstory for it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

probs smut and the amount of writing i do. average trs and legacies chapters are 5-10k and that leads to slow updates. but hey, i'm trying to learn about quality over quantity.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hmmm the only other language i'm fluent in is spanish but none of the characters i write speak it so,,,, valryian is rlly the only language i write dialogue in for fics but that's generated through a translator so eh. things get lost in translation or don't come across with the initial intended meaning. at first, i used to think high valryian was such a nice, intimate undertone for fics but now as someone writing the dialogue and sourcing the translations-- i've become a bit immune. i just use it for plot reasons now.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

b-bts ff- on wattpad- [gunshot] (this was actually a really nice experience and intro into fic writing so,,, army borahae asf)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

probs 'is this fate (or is this fear)'! i love black mirror and the actual premise is based on one of my own nightmare sequences, so how fun <3 no but yeah i wrote it in a week and felt so immensely pleased with myself for having stuck with the idea and then completing it,,,

tagging @droppofsaltt, @spiderlilac, @unohanabbygirl & anybody else who sees this and feels like doing it <3

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 14

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 4034

Warnings: Brief mention of death/terminal illness, a little angst

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when her Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: No Turning Back Glitter and Gold Whose Side Are You On

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Juliette

It felt like recovering from a severe hangover the next morning after crying for so long last night. Juliette would've been content to call in sick and remain in bed the rest of the day, but duty called, mainly in the name of Maverick and her father. Maverick had invited her to training, and when she pointed out its classified status, she received a text from her father a few minutes later stating he'd gotten her clearance. Juliette couldn't fathom why it was so important to Maverick that she be there, be he wouldn't ask her without valid reasoning. Therefore, Juliette rolled out of bed with a Herculean effort and got dressed for the day. She chose a pale yellow dress with three-quarter-length sleeves and paired it with white peep-toes. She hoped the bright color and cute outfit would raise her spirits.

Even after doing her usual wavy hair and dramatic makeup, even after using drops to rid her eye of redness, Juliette could still see the remnants of her emotion last night. The only ones who would pick up on it were her parents, Maverick, and Rooster, none of whom she wanted to talk to about it; Maverick because he had his own shit to deal with in regards to Rooster, Rooster himself because he was the cause of her distress in the first place, and her parents because she didn't want to burden them with such trivial woes as boy problems when her dad had a terminal illness.

Juliette dropped her dogs off at her parents, keeping the visit short before they could ask any questions about her appearance. She made her way onto the base and arrived to an empty classroom. Bewildered that not even Hondo was there, Juliette checked the time and groaned. She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized she'd gotten up before her alarm. It hadn't registered with her exhausted mind that it was six in the morning when her alarm had gone off, and she was already walking out the door.

"Nice going, Jules," she muttered to herself, shoving her phone into her pocket. "Real nice."

Figuring the mess hall might be open for a snack or drink, Juliette meandered out of the room and down the hallway. She kept her head down, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Only a handful of people passed her, none of whom Jules recognized and vice versa. Arriving at the mess hall, Juliette found food to be the last thing she wanted. The idea of it made her sick to her stomach, so she opted for tea. Halfway through exiting the mess hall, Juliette thought someone said her name, but with how weary she was, she probably imagined it. Juliette continued walking, only to run smack dab into Coyote hardly a second later. He grabbed her by the shoulders, steadying her.

"Hey, Princess," Coyote greeted, looking her up and down. "You good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She plastered on a fake, cheerful smile. "I didn't spill anything on you, did I?"

"No, ma'am." He nodded towards her drink. "Is that all you're having for breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'm not a big breakfast person. I like breakfast food, but I'm just usually not hungry in the morning."

"You want to join us?"

Juliette followed his line of sight to where the rest of the pilots sat, including Rooster. He kept quiet, eating his food in silence while everyone else chatted quietly around him. "I'd love to, but I have some work I need to get done before training today. Thank you, though. If I can get enough done, maybe I can join you for lunch."

Coyote nodded and strode off. Juliette exited the mess hall, hurrying along in case anyone got the bright idea to follow her. No one did, but the moment she stepped foot into the training room, Cyclone and Warlock accosted her, the former saying, "Your dad informed me you would be involved in the training from here on out."

Juliette choked on her tea. She only expected to participate today, not for the rest of the detachment! "That's news to me, sir, but I'm happy to help where I can."

"Has he told you anything about the mission?"

"No, sir, but I know you're sending a team of fighters to destroy an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant, and to do so, they have to fly through a canyon with SAAMs lined above it."

Cyclone and Warlock both frowned, evidently confused how she knew so much without having been told anything. Sure enough, Cyclone asked, "How did you find all that out? Maverick tell you?"

"No, sir, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth."

"Try me," he said, crossing his arms.

"All right. My dad butt-dialed me during the briefing."

Silence ensued for a few moments while both Cyclone and Warlock stared at her with evident disbelief. Finally, the Vice Admiral shook his head. "Seriously, how'd you find out?"

"Juliette," Maverick said, patting her on the back when he entered the room. "You're here early."

"Couldn't sleep. I was just explaining to Cyclone and Warlock what I knew about the mission. They don't believe how I found out."

"Your dad butt dial you again?"

Juliette gave a triumphant 'I told you so' smile to the two admirals. Cyclone sighed in exasperation. "I'm going to go call your dad, make sure he remembers to check his phone before briefings. Warlock, have her sign the NDA."

The Vice Admiral left, and his comrade handed Juliette a packet. She scanned through all the lines, confirming she understood what she was signing off on. Of course, Juliette already knew what half of it said, but on more than one occasion, they'd added a new rule or line in the NDA because of a loophole she'd found and exploited for her benefit in past years.

Once she signed the document, Warlock left as well, leaving Juliette alone with Maverick. She took a seat at the desk and opened her computer. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes until finally, Maverick asked gently, "I know that look, Jules. What's wrong?"

She sighed, bracing her head against her hand. "It's Bradley. We were doing okay after he had dinner with us yesterday, but when we got to my house, we dredged up the past; I learned he still has feelings for me, he knows I still have them for him, but it's complicated. I learned some things that upset me, I yelled at him for it, and against his wishes, I made him leave."

"You going to be okay today? If you don't want to be here, I'm not going to force you."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. You asked me to be here, and you're more important than my problems with Bradley. I can separate personal from professional. What's the agenda for today?" Juliette inquired, swiftly switching topics. Maverick, recognizing her unwillingness to talk about her troubles, answered promptly. The pilots would be flying through a canyon via simulation on their radar. Maverick offered to let Juliette ride with one of them, but she declined. As much as Jules wanted to, she needed to focus on her proposal and get things finalized on it.

An hour later, one by one, the pilots trickled in. Juliette, holding her word about keeping her personal issues separate from her professional life, greeted each aviator that walked through the door with a pleasant smile, including Rooster. He returned it with a half-hearted one, and unless she was mistaken, Juliette could see prominent bags from lack of sleep under his eyes. Inexplicable guilt coursed through her. He had intense training to endure, and here she was, giving him unneeded shit because she couldn't move on from the past.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Hangman greeted when he swaggered through the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Maverick invited me again, although, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why," Juliette replied, glancing over at her uncle.

He eyed Hangman warily, evidently not appreciating the fact the pilot was hitting on his niece so blantantly. Maverick said, "Because if anyone knows what our planes are capable of, it's you."

"Lockheed doesn't make the F-18s, though," Hangman countered.

"No, but she's been studying and memorizing the engineering and aerodynamics of these planes since she could read," Bradley jumped in from across the room, pride unmistakable in his dark brown eyes. "If anyone can tell us what our planes are and aren't capable of, it's Jules."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Juliette said, nodding in appreciation at Rooster.

Hangman looked her up and down. "Princess, I knew you were intelligent, but I didn't know you were a genius."

Juliette shrugged. "It's not something I advertise. Gives me an element of surprise."

"I can't wait to discover more of your mysteries." Winking at her, Hangman sat in his seat up front. She couldn't help the upward tug on her lips at his cockiness. The man did not know when to give up, and it was somewhat admirable. However, she directed her attention to Maverick when he began briefing everyone on the mission. Juliette stood to get a better view of the screen. Despite understanding the parameters of the mission beforehand, witnessing the sheer difficulty of precisely what these pilots had to accomplish set her on edge, and the only thought that popped into her head was: Someone's not coming back from this.

"These SAMs... they're lethal," Maverick admitted, staring at the screen with a haunted expression that only Juliette could see. She'd been young, but she remembered Maverick lost a wingman to one of these SAMs. Judging by the screen, Juliette figured the canyon itself was shallow, and she suspected the only reason this enemy didn't have any anti-air defenses in the canyon itself was that the idea was absurd and dangerous. A pilot was more likely to be killed on their way in than to succeed in arriving at the destination. "But they were designed to protect the skies above, not the canyon below."

"That's because the enemy knows no one's insane enough to try and fly below them," Rooster stated, eerily echoing Juliette's thoughts.

"That's exactly what I'm going to train you to do," Maverick declared, holding Bradley's gaze. The lieutenant looked away, irked. "On the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet maximum. You exceed this altitude, radar will spot you, and you're dead. Your airspeed will be six-hundred-and-sixty knots minimum. Time to target: two and a half minutes. That's because fifth-generation fighters wait at an airbase nearby. In a head-to-head with these planes in your F-18s, you're dead. That's why you need to get in, hit your target, and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you. This makes time your greatest adversary."

Juliette shifted on her feet, and something more than just the magnitude of this mission dawned on her. Maverick had experience with every single thing this mission required, and he was the best, if not the only person, who could not only teach the necessary skills to the young aviators but who could also teach them how to survive it. Her dad had to have known this, and she had no doubt in her mind it's why Ice had chosen Mav to teach it.

"You'll fly a route in your nav system that simulates the canyon," Maverick informed, continuing on while Juliette started to spiral about who he was going to send and if any of the pilots who went would make it back. "The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs. The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain, impairing your judgment and reaction time."

"So for today's lesson, we're going to take it easy on you," Maverick said simply, and Juliette heard the slightest edge of humor in his voice. She pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. "Max ceiling: three hundred feet. Time to target: three minutes. Good luck."

Maverick proceeded to assign teams, and Juliette watched the pilots stride off, their struts less confident than usual. Well, except for Hangman. Once they were out of earshot, Juliette asked hesitantly, "Can they pull this off?"

"We're going to find out," Maverick said unconvincingly.

"Mav, they're not you. Rooster has the skill and leadership, but he doesn't have the instinct yet. He overthinks it. Hangman has the skill and confidence, but he's not a team player. Phoenix, Coyote, and Payback are somewhere in the middle between Rooster and Hangman. The others are good, but they don't compare. Not really."

"And you wondered why I invited you here." Maverick stood in front of Juliette, his green eyes boring into hers. "You're my wingman for this. You and your father will tell me how it is, even when I don't want to hear it. You will help me make the decision I need to if it comes to it."

Juliette's chest tightened. "If you send him-"

"I might lose him," Maverick said hoarsely, and Juliette swore she could see the ghosts of his past in her uncle's eyes.

"And if you don't send him, you'll lose him entirely." Juliette let out a humorless chuckle. "How history repeats itself."

"Let's hope it doesn't have the same repercussions." Maverick squeezed her shoulder. "You ready?"

"Always." The two of them faced the screen. Coyote and Phoenix were up first. The pilots who weren't flying joined Maverick and Juliette in the training room. One by one, each pair attempted to successfully navigate the course. One by one, each team failed. Phoenix got 'shot down' by a SAM when Coyote unexpectedly slowed down. Hangman made it to the target, something he proudly pointed out; however, Payback 'crashed' into the side of the canyon, and Hangman failed because of it. Rooster, leading Harvard, was the only one who successfully reached the canyon's end, but he was a minute behind target. Rooster was dead too, and Maverick called him out on it.

"Why are you dead?" Maverick demanded for what sounded like the hundredth time that day. Juliette understood why he phrased the question in such a way, but she could tell the others didn't. They couldn't understand the fear Maverick held of losing any more wingmen. "You're team leader up there. Why are you, why is your team, dead?"

"Sir," Phoenix finally said, her tone thinly veiling her frayed nerves, "he's the only one who made it to the target."

"A minute late," Maverick replied dejectedly. "He gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down. He is dead."

"You don't know that," Rooster argued calmly.

Hangman rolled his eyes. "You're not flying fast enough. You don't have a second to waste."

Bradley locked gazes with Maverick, a fire in his eyes. "We made it to the target."

Maverick wasn't having any of it. "And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out."

"Then it's a dogfight."

"Against fifth-generation fighters."

"Yeah. We still have a chance," Rooster said firmly. Juliette clenched her jaw. She wanted to jump in the conversation to back up Maverick but felt her opinion would only exacerbate the situation. She recognized Rooster's rising temper. After all, Juliette had been on the receiving end of it before. She knew the signs.

"In an F-18?!"

"It's not the plane, sir," Rooster countered sharply, "it's the pilot."

"Exactly!" Maverick snapped. Juliette closed her eyes at the insinuation. The pilots would see his outburst as frustration and annoyance at Rooster's challenging words, but Juliette knew better. Maverick was reacting out of fear, not anger. Of course, Bradley wouldn't view it as that. No. He'd see it as his godfather not believing in him, still, after all this time, and it would only aggravate the young aviator further.

"There's more than one way to fly this mission," Rooster said coldly, and, unless she was mistaken, Juliette swore she heard his voice crack ever-so-slightly. She wanted to comfort him but now was hardly the time.

Hangman rolled his head to glance over at Bradley. "You really don't get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back," he said, looking at Phoenix. "No offense intended."

"And somehow, you always manage," Bob replied. He caught Juliette's gaze shortly after, and she cracked a small smile at him, a silent 'good for you.'

Naturally, Hangman acted unfazed. "Look, I don't mean to criticize, but you're conservative. That's all."

Maverick shook his head ever so slightly. "Lieutenant-"

"We're going into combat, son," Hangman continued, ignoring his captain's warning, "on a level no living pilot's ever seen before. Not even him."

Jake looked at Maverick when he said the last line, which made Juliette's blood boil. Her uncle was their best chance at surviving this, and while Hangman seemed to comprehend that, he still needed to be put in his place. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind of how exactly to do that quite yet.

"It's no time to be thinking about the past," Hangman remarked, turning his attention back to Rooster. The comment made Juliette bristle, and she pushed herself off the desk, casually coming to stand beside Maverick. The air had electrified, but not for the better, and she sensed a fight coming on.

Bradley glowered at the cocky aviator. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Rooster-" Maverick tried to intervene, but neither pilot paid any attention to him as Hangman said, "I can't be the only one who knows that Maverick flew with his old man-"

"Lieutenant, that's enough," Maverick ordered sharply.

"-Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-"

Hangman never finished his sentence. In the blink of an eye, Rooster leaped out of his seat, fist flying towards Jake's face. Had Maverick and Juliette not stepped between the two men, and had the other aviators not pulled the two men apart, the scene might've unfolded much differently. Maverick held the two men at bay with outstretched arms. Juliette kept a firm grasp on Bradley's arm and shoulder. She could feel his tense, rippling muscles underneath his flight suit, straining to break free of all the people holding onto him so he could punch Hangman in the face. Juliette never realized how strong Bradley was until he had six people struggling to hold him back.

"Bradley, he's not worth it," Juliette said quietly, praying he'd listen to her through his fury. It hadn't worked the last time he'd been this outraged, but she'd be damned if she didn't try.

"He's not cut out for this mission," Hangman said calmly, his ever-present smirk on his face. "You know I'm right."

"Neither are you," Juliette snarled, more viciousness coming out than she intended. For a brief moment, Hangman's confidence wavered, but he simply shrugged and strode off. She looked up at Bradley, who stared after Jake, murder in his eyes and nostrils flaring. No matter what happened between them, Juliette hated seeing Rooster so worked up. His dad's death was the one topic that never failed to get to him, and Hangman's insinuation that Maverick had something to do with it worsened the situation.

"You got him?" Juliette asked Phoenix, trusting the female pilot to give an honest answer. She nodded, and an understanding passed between the two girls. Juliette hesitantly released Bradley, but he didn't attempt to move. She turned on her heel and exited the room, ignoring Maverick calling out after her. Jules could see Hangman casually striding through the hallway to the changing room, and she called out sharply, "Lieutenant!"

He turned around. "Hey, sweetheart. Coming to check on me."

"Hardly. What the hell was that about?"

"You mean ruffling ole Rooster's feathers?"

"What did I tell you about antagonizing him? Using me is one thing, but his dad and Maverick? That's a low blow, even for you, Seresin."

"You saw the way he flies. He's not ready for this mission," Hangman said, slightly defensive.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe he's not, but he sure has a better fucking chance than you. You keep flying the way you do, and you'll put yourself at the bottom of Maverick's list."

"And how's that? Fast? Confident?"

"Selfishly," she countered. "All you're doing is proving to Maverick that you're the last person he should choose. You're not a team player, and you're not a leader. You're just someone who's going to get his squadron killed. All those medals and commendations mean nothing when it comes down to what the mission requires. You might be the best of the best, Seresin, but you're not the best for this. So shape up or accept that you won't be going on this mission."

Juliette whirled on him, but she'd only taken a few steps before she added, "You cause problems with Rooster one more time, I can and will have you kicked off this team. I will not have you as an added threat on this mission."

That wasn't actually true, but Hangman didn't know that. Juliette was, after all, the Admiral's daughter, the 'Princess' on base. She wasn't one to throw that title around. In fact, Juliette tried to avoid people finding out, but she would use it to her advantage when required. Right now, an arrogant aviator needed to be put in his place, and judging by the flicker of fear in his eyes, Juliette knew she'd finally gotten through that thick head of his.

She returned to the classroom. Only Maverick remained. The rest of the pilots had dispersed to who knows where. She placed a hand on her uncle's shoulder and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." he mumbled, staring at the screen of the canyon in front of him. "Where'd you go?"

"To knock Hangman down a peg or two. What he did was wrong, and I wasn't going to let it fly. It's one thing to get under Rooster's skin about me, but it's another to bring you and Goose into the matter." Juliette braced herself against the desk next to her uncle, staring at the screen. "I know you're scared to lose him, but with what you said to him earlier-"

"I know. Believe me, I heard his voice."

"He still loves you. You know that, right?"

Maverick shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure that's true."

"He does. If he didn't, he wouldn't have lost it the way he did the moment Hangman insinuated you had something to do with his dad's death. Give it time."

Maverick nodded, straightening and crossing his arms. He kept his eyes on the screen, the replays of today's simulations still running. The two of them watched Rooster and Harvard navigate the canyon and make it to the target destination, the only pilots to do so. Maverick sighed. "Do you think he's ready?"

"Almost," Juliette admitted reluctantly. The last thing she wanted to do was have Bradley go on this mission, but she also knew if he could think a little less, trust his instinct more. "We've already seen he has what it takes to pull off the insanity this mission requires. Bradley was the only one next to Hangman who came close to shooting you down. He would've had he not overthought the situation. You just need to get him to trust his gut, not to overthink."

"We," Maverick corrected, looking at her. "We need to teach him. Right now, he's more likely to listen to you than he is to me."

"I'll see what I can do, but after last night, I'm not so sure he wants to be around me either." Juliette ran a hand through her hair, cringing inwardly at the memories. "Listen, I need to get home and get ready for a bachelorette party. Do you need anything before I go?"

"No, go enjoy your night."

"All right, don't think too much about things," Juliette told him, pulling him into a hug. "We both know how bad that is for you."

Maverick chuckled. "Love you, too, Jules. I'll see you tomorrow."

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A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Reading Notes

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-while I am going into these mostly blind (literally my max exposure to Sherlock Holmes is some of the show Elementary and the Guy Ritchie films) this specific story is a little spoiled for me. Oh well -there is licherally no publication year on my copy lmao What (1887, thanks Google) Part 1 (ooo a two parter- scandalous) Chapter 1 - Mr. Sherlock Holmes -ill be real I have like no context for the afghan war except Classic British Colonialism part six billion or whatever -"the great wilderness of London" lmfao -I feel like I vaguely knew Watson was an honest to God doctor but its still surprising considering what I know of other adaptations -shout out to Holmes inventing a fictional(?) version of luminol? Which apparently was discovered early 20th century, lol. -too bad forensic evidence is still so sketchy a century and a half later, Holmes -BOY I WISH THE POLICE WERE A THING OF THE PAST, BRO. -Holmes meets Watson for the first time and almost immediately stabs himself in the finger to prove a point. The serve Chapter 2 - The Science of Deduction -"haha no way is he addicted to narcotics" oh my sweet summer child -watson: I swear I'm only super fascinated by Mr Holmes because my health sucks and I'd be bored otherwise that's it I swear. -ooh I like the observation that Holmes is basically self taught and ignorant of a lot of things people take for granted. I don't think I've gotten that impression about the character before -i mean it's impossible now not to know Holmes is a detective, but since this was the first story, I have to wonder if some original readers really didn't know going in. If so this bit would be fun because based on the character study and Watson's list of Holmes' knowledge you can figure it out yourself. -watson: man this writer is full of shit, what a moron Holmes: me? :) God that's funny -the unintentional prophecy of Holmes wanting to "make my name famous". God lmfao Chapter 3 - The Lauriston Gardens Mystery -oh hey the actual crime mystery is here -rip random American dude I guess? -goddamn that setting description really digs into a bleak tone, huh -my main observation is the apartment was seemingly abandoned if the dust is any indication, so he was not a resident but brought there. Poisoned makes sense if he was not injured -ok, lol, the Rache thing NOT being Rachel is the thing I had spoiled, and they've already dropped that in the intro chapter to the crime. So I guess I don't know where this is going. Fun! Chapter 4 - What John Rance Had To Tell -watson is smart actually -though I think RACHE being a red herring as Holmes suggests is way too easy -tho Holmes guessing the murderers appearance leads me to believe it's someone he knows. (Also weird that Rance is also a five letter R-E word). -could even make the argument that it could be a fucked up version where the C and H are switched and mutilated, but I have no clue why if the murderer supposedly did it -then again I also don't know why the murderer was the injured one with no sign of a struggle. Maybe a third person? Or something unrelated/accidental? OR the dead dude wasn't actually poisoned, we only have the police's word on that -OH HE SAID THE TITLE OOOOOHHHH -also Holmes seems more invested in the fun of the mystery than the fact some dude was fucking murdered, presumably by a friend based on what he said earlier Chapter 5 - Our Advertisement Brings A Visitor -watson be like "well the guy was fuck ugly so it's probably good he got murdered" like bro??? -yeah no way is this the culprit. Like we're maybe a quarter into the book. If it IS him then there's way more to it -Some Rando In Disguise It Seems -tho I have to say putting an ad out for a (potentially?) valuable piece of lost jewelry like a wedding ring would attract grifters whether they had any relation to the murder or not. Seems like a weird oversight to the plan. Chapter 6 - Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do -seeing how 3 different papers frame the murder, specifically political motivations, is a little funny even if I'm missing some of the context of the time. -interesting frame for the chapter, someone else telling a story to the leads. I guess it adds some variety to the presentation (and lets us see red herrings that wouldn't trip up Holmes) -some of the terminology didn't age well, which is unsurprising -- "street Arab" rather than "street urchin". -HOW THE TURNTABLES. THE PLOT THICKENS. ETC Chapter 7 - Light in the Darkness -RACHE again. Hmmmmm. Only this time it WOULD be the victim's blood, not the murderer's. Is the handwriting the same? Plus the original height observation? And the first RACHE was almost hidden, but this one seems more in the open based on what Lestrade said. -again the use of framing where one of the less capable detectives talks about what they've done and discovered to add some variety -ok so this guy was murdered in a much different way than the other, which seems odd, unless someone else did this one. -and the pills point to Stangerson killing Drebber, but then who killed Stangerson? If he was poisoned he would have been stabbed independently of that. -and why two different kinds of pills. Is one an antidote to the other, maybe? It's possible the murderer planted it in Stangerson's room, but why, if the goal was to implicate him? So it probably is actually his. -holmes just knowing and there being some plot contrivance why he can't say does kinda fizzle the stakes a little (never mind this gets resolved in like 2 pages) -but assuming he IS right, I was correct about there being 2 people... which might explain the differences in the 2 murders? -the cab driver! He was mentioned early then everyone seemingly forgot he was present around the time Drebber died. -"it's the end of the mystery!" Uh yeah except the second person is almost certainly at large and there's an entire second part to the story, Holmes. Lol. Lmao Part 2 - The Country of the Saints Chapter 1-- On The Great Alkali Plain -colonialist worldview ahoy -doyle my guy you know quite literally nothing about ecology here like it's ok to admit it -*lists 3 predators* "these are the only guys that live here, in the great miserable American plains," that's not how any food chain works. Also you live in fucking London -I'll stop roasting him lmao -i guess it's like the Nevada salt flats or something?? A little more valid I guess -... huh. -this is quite the framing for part 2 of a murder mystery I'll be real. -the idea of this huge mass of white people traveling through the western desert and biblical references in the like makes me think of Mormons more than anything... -and Stangerson makes his appearance here which sure is fascinating if the dude fucking died (unless the whole antidote and fake death thing is the real shit). Or he has a twin or something. Or this is the past. -oh my god they are Mormons -why are there Mormons making pilgrimage in the salt flats in the first Sherlock Holmes murder mystery??? This shit is wild -"my kid now" ok, word, Ferrier -bringham young is in this SHERLOCK HOLMES story and is also a fucking dick. I'm going insane Chapter 2 - The Flower of Utah -ferrier gay as fuck let's just be real here -so is this like where the backstory for the wedding ring comes from? If so this is pretty extensive. I do wonder how it all ties into the first story. Like we went full cowboy western here -twu wuv exposition etc Chapter 3 - John Ferrier Talks With The Prophet -"the Mormons suck by the way" ok Doyle go off? -i have to emphasize again that Brigham Young is a character in this fucking Sherlock Holmes story. Like. A villain. This is just crazy to me lmao -The Danites were a real thing apparently? Man. -my guy put in a FOOTNOTE and CITATION about Mormons being misogynistic. There are no footnotes anywhere in the story except to be like "no really they called women heifers here's the guy who said it" I am literally not making this shit up. Doyle based actually??? Chapter 4 - A Flight For Life -we are like half through the second part and I have to fucking state again this is a Sherlock Holmes murder mystery thats just straight up a western now with Brigham Young as the antagonist with the title character nowhere in sight -it hasnt been like outright stated and he could just be tan but theres so many references to Ferrier having brown skin it does make me wonder if he isn't white. The only thing that would be odd with that is he isn't racially discriminated against in a Mormon compound. Especially since his adopted daughter is deffo white & he is discriminated against for NOT taking wives. I can't see that really happening if he isn't white -"there are two ways out of the room... there is the door, and there is the window. Which do you care to use?" DAMN dude -Stangerson & Drebber really do be 2 complete cunts huh. Fuck those guys -doyle: I need to name the guy who rescues Ferrier and Lucy from the Mormons. In America. I got it! "Jefferson Hope" Chapter 5 - The Avenging Angels -we got 3 chapters left??? -"once safe in Carson we may rest for the remainder of our lives" is that on the nose foreshadowing -at least now the wilderness is being described in beautiful terms -Oh RIP Ferrier I guess. They bothered to dig a grave, lol? -honestly I'm a little surprised they didn't try to hunt Jefferson Hope down for good measure since they're supposed to be ultra vindictive. Unless they didn't know he was with them? I guess maybe they didn't? -... nope, they knew and put out a warrant. Again why not try to track him? Too hard? -and convenient random guy Hope happens to know who doesn't hate him who we havent ever seen before -lmao he just leaves her to die I guess? "Oh well some rando married her so it's all over"?? Surely true love would, I dunno, trump social conventions? I guess not LMAO -i guess that's one way to circle around to the first half of the story Chapter 6 - A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D. -I'll be honest, it could be because this is the first story written about Holmes, but I'm pretty confident this WASNT a mystery one could figure out based on the evidence presented, which is something I was led to believe was a staple of these stories. But I guess it's possible the style just wasn't nailed down yet -maybe you could figure out how the crime was committed but not the motive -that line about vengeance might be the quote to use -I like this part of the narrative where we really see into Hope's actions. I think so much of the story in America was unnecessary; I just didn't feel strongly about the characters like I do actually seeing his perspective here. Why bother with the whole stranded in the desert thing and going into so much detail about how Lucy and Ferrier came to live in Salt Lake City? I dunno, I think it might have been better to be shorter and from Hope's perspective if you must include that section of the story at all - and again, it's not like you could have figured out all that shit based on the first half of the story. I appreciate the kinda experimental time jump but I don't think it worked great -ok the Russian roulette pill thing is a bit weird but sure king, go for it -i know it's metaphorical probably but I like the kinda Gothic touch of Lucy and Ferrier following him to the murder -"let us see if there is justice upon the earth, or if we are ruled by chance" ok that's pretty raw, go off king -i mean if I have to choose a revenge story from around this period I'd definitely go for Monte Cristo but this is fun too -why try to cover up the crime with the whole Rache thing if you know you're gonna die tho lol -i guess to buy time to kill Stangerson too? Chapter 7 - The Conclusion -I do like the detail that the murderer's blood was on the scene but not the victim. That WAS revealed early but I never suspected a bloody nose to be the source. If it had been a wound there probably would have been evidence of it; a limp or something. That is pretty clever. -but on the other hand, Holmes WAS privy to information we never get (Hope's name and connection to Drebber), so I wouldn't call this a fair mystery. -lestrade and Gregson getting all the credit as predicted lmao -my man closes with Latin? I gotta look it up -"The public hiss at me, but I cheer myself when in my own house I contemplate the coins in my strong-box." -basically, I'm awesome even if no one knows it Well! That was interesting. I liked the mystery itself, and the revenge narrative portion of the conclusion. It's a strong start to a famous character. I think we get a little lost in the weeds with the time jump in the second half of the story, way too much detail and I don't think it focused on the right characters for most of it. Also I have to be a stickler on the fair mystery thing; there are some things you can deduce, but Holmes literally had info we never receive so it's ultimately not fair. I hope this does genuinely change in future stories. I certainly didn't mean to start with the first one, that was an honest accident lmao

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Seraph of Academia chpt.4

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Recovery date: March 24st, 2020

Description: Our favorite ONS teens training to be heroes! Will Yuu survive Guren's class? Will Yuu confess to Mika? And most importantly will the become heroes?

Notes: Unfortunately this series of entries was corrupted and recovery is unlikely, apologies for the inconvenience. This is an abandoned work

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7---Quirk List

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Akane woke up to the sound of her alarm. The sun wasn’t even up yet, not like it would be at five in the morning. She reached over and shut her alarm off, she yawned and ran her fingers through her hair. It was extremely tangled, but that usually happened if she didn’t braid it. Hopping out of bed, she pulled the blankets back up before heading to the door and turning the lights on. Fumie flinched at the sudden increase in light, and Ako buried herself further into her blankets.

“Alright everyone!” she cheered, clapping her hands together. “Get up and get dressed. Let’s see who can get dressed first.”

“I got breakfast,” Chihiro groaned, finally sitting up. “You get ready.”

“Thanks!” Akane cheered, leaving the room.

Before heading to the bathroom, she went to the boys room. Knocking on the door, she opened it and turned the lights on. For once, Yuu started moving right away. Mika was still the first to actually have some semblance of consciousness. Kota and Taichi just rolled over away from the light.

She left the boys to Mika and headed to the bathroom. Stopping by her room again because she forgot her uniform, Chihiro was trying to get the other two girls moving. Grabbing her uniform, she finally made it to the bathroom only for the door to be locked. Before she could knock, the door opened and Mika was there trying to push Kota out the door. She laughed and waved Mika off when he apologized.

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“So…” Mika started once they sat down for breakfast, “let’s have a better day than yesterday! What do you think, Yuu?”

Yuu stopped shoveling food into his mouth. “Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Akane stifled a giggle. Mika had told her all about how noisy his class had been, and how angry Yuu had been all day. She didn’t say anything though, it seemed to be best to leave Yuu to Mika. It probably had to do with Yuu’s massive crush on him, and somehow Mika was the only one who hadn’t noticed. Somehow…

“Oh that?” Yuu asked when Mika brought the noise.

“That wasn’t me.”

“Then why were you so angry?” Mika asked, he didn’t believe him a bit.

“Mister salty pink hair was being an ass-”

“Yuu!” Akane raised her voice, and smacked him upside the head.

“BUTT! He was being a huge butthead…”Yuu exclaimed.

“Hehe, big bro said butt!” Fumie giggled.

“Anyway there was another kid in my class. He’s really loud, and he picked a fight with the teacher,” Yuu finished before returning to his food.

“Huh,” Akane said, “For once it wasn’t you.”

“Hey!” Yuu yelled while everyone else started to laugh.

Breakfast was finished, and once again they split outside the house. The three highschoolers heading to the station, and Chihiro ushering the others towards their school. Akane frowned, yesterday she’d been too excited to realize how sad not walking everyone to school made her. They’d all walked to school together since Taichi and Ako started school.

When they got to school, they went their separate ways. Akane watched as the boys met up with Shinoa, and “Mister salty pink hair”. I should go make some more friends, she thought as she headed towards her class. Akane had never really tried to make friends, she’d always had her family and that was enough.

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For the morning, Todoroki-sensei had told them to design a costume in small groups. They’d been assigned a hero, and had to find anyone else with that hero. Sadly, she hadn’t gotten the same hero as Mitsuba. Akane had gotten the pro hero freeze burn, real name Todoroki Shouto. No, he was not related to their teacher, he’d cleared that up right away.

"Alright. You can start now, you have til lunch," Todoroki-sensei announced.

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I posted 192 times in 2022

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#like you cannot stop me from creating a whole new version fitted to my preferences

My Top Posts in 2022:

okay so apparently ive lost my marbles because like i remember a ending different to the rainmaker ending from splatoon 2???? and no its not the bad ending (if there even is one idk) like

i remember an ending where callie jumps onto the truck and sings the calamari inkantation with marie but in the ending i remember the rainmaker never happened and neither did the riderails like you were fighting with dj octavio the exact same way as before marie sniped callie but like now it was only octavio and not hypnoshades callie (i call hypnoshades callie Hypno, and i call fanmade hypnoshades marie Hazy but thats besides the point)

like i actually thought the rainmaker was an alternate ending??? i specifically remember an ending where sheldon never gave you the rainmaker and the riderails never spawned and it was just a more intense fight with your hero shot

and in this ending i remember you literally just shoot octavio back into the octobot and it explodes the end basically

like i was talking to my friends and they were like “...the rainmaker was always a part of the ending?” and i was like “WHAT NO THATS NOT TRUE”

please im so fuckin confused this has been eating at me all day

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i had like the best dream last night

i dreamt that i was in a private battle turf war with jaymoji and a few other splattubers

like i saw etce, i saw hackerling, i saw vulpixie, i think i saw fyrus and failboat too

it was so funny we were just doing random shit but then i think jay switched the mode to rainmaker because i remember diving to grab the rainmaker but hackerling stole it

i wasnt even splatting anyone i was just having fun chasing people around

i would love to write more about this dream but unfortunately being afab sucks and its that time and im in excruciating pain

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expect a real post from me tomorrow becuz tomorrow's my birthday and i need to draw myself some bday tks 😤

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im absolutely terrified because apparently in my tiny pea brain i saw a bunch of callie and marie pins on pinterest and saved them to my splatoon board because i thought all of the fanart was familial

now my pinterest is full of callie x marie and im scared/srs

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My #1 post of 2022

im bored so here are some little imagines for myself of some of my f/os

ill probably make multiple posts so this post will include Callie and Marie

Callie is a romantic f/o, while Marie is platonic so please keep that in mind

Marie is more of an older sibling lol

Callie loves to give me kisses and hugs right when i get home from school, she knows its extremely stressful for me but she's proud of me for surviving another day

Marie helps me with my homework, and has not even once ever screamed at me (shes not even gotten mad in the slightest)

once, as a birthday gift, Callie managed to convince Marie into letting me have exactly ONE day wearing the Hypnoshades... it was an interesting experience and it was really fun to battle (though Marie made sure that Octavio didnt hypnotize me as well as Callie, it was more of a mild hypnosis (somehow))

Callie gives tight and energetic hugs, while Marie gives looser and more of sleepy cuddles

one time Callie caught me in my room dancing to Bomb Rush Blush, as i had learned the whole dance from a video of her on YouTube) and surprised me by picking me up from behind and calling me cute names

Marie tried to teach me how to use a squiffer and let me hold her Hero Charger, but took both because she saw me begin shaking out of anxiety

ive been caught a million times singing the Calamari Inkantation, and i wouldnt even notice i was singing until it was pointed out

im really, REALLY short (4'7) so Marie does that thing where she rests her arm on my head jokingly; if i get grumpy about it she'll pick me up and twirl me around to raise my mood again

thats it for now, i wanna go play some chill season

i may make a part two of Squid Sisters at some point but i think next post will be of Off The Hook

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princessmcpurpledork711 · 1 year

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#🥺🥺 shoyo would have different names and nicknames for tobio so he can figure out how shoyou is feeling about him at the moment 🥺🥺

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I just tried to reblog one post on desktop and it ended up auto rebloging 17 times. For a minute, it seemed like i was insanely obsessed with mooing cows.

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Now... little Alex's gang!

Lol Alex's friends are all 3 but I do have plans for them. I think all of them have the best opportunity to fuck gender norms because they still havent necessarily learned them yet. Alex coming to school in a tutu was just the beginning for them. My kids are Frida and Marley. Frida is Lincoln's little sis and Marley lives with Jerica and her dad. Marleys dad is Jericas dads best friend and they moved in together after Jericas mom died.

Im a little stuck on how to completely talk about how preschool would be besides happy and playful, but maybe I can explain that I think none of this kids would grow up gender conforming. Ive always planned for Alex to be nonbinary. But as a baby he has no idea what that even means. All he knows is to be himself. The thing is having such a loving and supportive family will help Alex realize who he really is and help his friends realize who they are too. They will all also have varying amount of support and their real problem will be society and how it views them. Of course thats the future and who knows how much more understanding the world would be. Frida will be genderfluid and Marley is MtF. And honestly my biggest problem is feeling that im misgendering my own characters even at this age they would have no idea 😰 (Tho when I talk about them older, I usually use their preferred pronoun, again they wouldnt know their preferred pronoun at 3 so it makes more sense to refer to them as they are? Maybe this helps to validate the pretransition phase of life? Idk as an enby myself even im wishy-washy about how to feel about my 'female phase'. Thats person is still me u know? Idk I m rambling at this point. Maybe someday ill be more clear on this issue)

ANYWAY. I feel like we all deserve a update on the Soledads as a whole and I will be drawing more of them I promise! I will post new content soon. This is my New Year resolution XP

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My #1 post of 2022

Also...ever thought of a Ben 10/Kingdom Hearts swap?

Hey anon! Its been a while huh? I gotta tell u ive been thinking about answering u for a while but this time was the busiest work has gotten and its been so tough to not just get home and sleep lol. But I also been working on this too.

First off, it makes total sense and its super interesting to think about. Ben and Sora are just two sides of the same main character idiot lol. The Kevin/Riku swap was a no brainer, but I feel a sassy Lil sis Kairi works too well and Ben struggling between two love interests works best. Imagine all the Sora aliens tho. He probably would name them the same because theyre both lame XD. Also Bens keyblade looks so cool and sleek. And Kevin with a car keyblade is TOO perfect XDDD.

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you uh. wouldn't mind an angst request would you haha because I have had this one scenario stuck in my head where leon (probably resi 6 leon) has been drinking a lot more and has been neglecting his s/o and they finally call him out on his shit

anyway ooga booga they fight and decide it's best they give leon his space and take a break and maybe he finds them at a bar he goes to to get wasted to already find them drunk off their ass

Angst is absolutely one of my most favourite things to write and to read like damn I do be out here making myself CRY. So I definitely don't mind angst like hell yeah!

I was gonna end this was a happier note- but uh, I really love angst so I left it semi-open ended but also pretty sad I think. Also not really dialogue-heavy, more like... I write too much detail-heavy :,) Also this isn't edited, I spent days on this cause I was overthinking it and felt it was just not good so oof I'm sorry!

Length: 2k

Request: in the ask

Warnings: angst, drinking, lowkey it's alcoholism on Leon's part, being drunk

Leon x Reader - "I know."

How long had it been since you had held your boyfriend's hand? Since the two of you had really sat together and done something together, fully, completely, involved, and focused on one another. You didn't even remember, which was agonizing to think about.

You had been through so much with Leon. And you knew where his deepest thought lay, but you could never truly know. And it didn't help that over the years the two of you had together, he had started to become more distant. And instead of finding his comfort in your arms, he found it in some glass bottle.

At first, you didn't really protest much, you didn't say much about it. A drink every once in a while couldn't hurt. Yet, it wasn't every once in a while. It was more often than you'd have liked. And he was using it to forget. To focus on anything else but his life and his memories. Your soft words trying to talk to him didn't do much to stop him or dissuade him. He brushed you off more often than not. It tore you up from the inside out that you couldn't help him, that at some point a bottle was his chosen form of comfort over you.

The guilt mixed with sadness, and then with anger. And in the end, those feelings came together and created an explosion between the two of you one night.

Your throat was hoarse as you swallowed as much air as you could. You couldn't exactly remember what the argument stemmed from but you knew it had to be related to him drinking.

"Will you just listen to me?!" You shouted, the words coming out uneven as your throat begged you to stop, "put that shit down Leon, and look at me!"

The man sitting at the aisle in your kitchen put the flask he had down in front of him, but still had his hands on it. He turned his head to look at you, barely even moving at all, and his eyes were looking at you like he was unimpressed or annoyed.

"I'm listening."

You wanted to pull on your hair and scream because he wasn't. He wasn't listening, and he hadn't been, at least not for a while.

"No you aren't, you are not listening to a word I say, you never do!"

He scoffed, turning back to his drink and taking another sip.

"Where am I going on Friday?"

"What?" He looked at you incredulously, completely lost as your voice went from yelling at him to speaking relatively peacefully, but there was no peace in your voice.

"I said, where am I going on Friday, Leon," you repeated with clenched fists, "if you listen to me if you even bother to pay attention to me, you would know the answer. So where am I going on Friday?"

The silence was your answer, as you expected it to be, you just hadn't expected it to be so painful.

"I'm going to visit my family in the town over," your voice was low and tired, and you wanted to cry but you couldn't even find it in you to do that, "I told you that a thousand times Leon I..."

Biting your lip hard, you felt yourself break skin, and the metallic taste of blood invaded your taste buds. You were so angry at him moments before, angry enough you had been yelling. But suddenly you weren't angry anymore. You were just so sad; sad for yourself and sad for him. He wasn't going to listen to you, not right now, that much was clear.

"I've been busy Y/N-" whatever he said was wasted on deaf ears as you drowned them out unintentionally, your eyes trained on the flask he nursed.

For once, you knew you had to let it be. You had to give him space, and give yourself space.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room," you offered lamely after the long silence between the two of you after he had finished whatever he had said. Leon looked up at you, with a look of surprise, and confusion, "we both need space. From each other. I just... Don't stay up drinking all night."

"Y/N-" his words once again fell upon deaf ears, and his fingers just missed your arm as you turned and went upstairs to the room usually used by people like Claire, or Chris, sometimes Sherry.

When morning came, you had gotten up later than usual, Leon was already gone as he usually was early in the morning with his job and everything. Your heart felt heavier as you walked into the empty kitchen and noted the vodka bottle you two had been given as a gift was half empty. Something in you asked if it was all worth it; did it really do so much that he drank more than he should've? Did it take away the feelings of hopelessness, like the one you were currently stuck in?

Those were the thoughts that followed you the entire day as you went about your routine. They followed you all the way to the spare bedroom of one of your old friend's homes as you decided you and Leon needed to take a break. If you didn't do that, you feared you would only lose him completely. Or lose yourself. It was exhausting.

But what was even more exhausting was not seeing him. You worried for him, and even if you sometimes felt like he didn't, he worried for you.

It would take about a week before something would crack, before the storm that had been brewing between you two, the one that laid dormant after you walked out to take from your relationship, would begin to thunder again, but in a much different way.

"We're here to have fun," your friend who had been letting you stay over said as she pushed a shot of... something into your hands, leaning against the bar from your side while you said on one of the barstools, "and loosen up. You specifically."

You rolled your eyes; this wasn't in your plan for the day, going to a bar. But it was more than you had done in the past week now. Your routine consisted of going to work and heading back to your friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wanted Leon. But you couldn't have him right now. You were still upset, and you didn't even know if he wanted you right now. Everything was a mess.

Things seemed to blur together over the course of the night in the bar, your friend insisting on you trying each new drink she got, some not new too. You had had one drink that you ordered of your own volition, and it had been a regular bottle of beer. But the shots your friend got for you two, and the sips of the drinks your friend ordered, culminated into more than you realized and you could say you were a bit more than just tipsy.

For some reason though, your friend seemed to be chugging along much better than you, you must've been a lightweight.

You hadn't even seen your friend in a while, but you also were so out of it that you couldn't exactly comprehend time properly at that current moment in time.

A hand on your arm and a familiar voice seemed to sober you a bit as your eyes met familiar blue, but they were clouded over with pain, with worry. Confusion too, and a bit of shock. Your fingers twitched, aching to touch his arm. His face. To smooth the furrow that seemed to be etching itself into his brow, threatening to become a new and permanent feature.

But the sober feeling you experienced also stopped you from doing any of the above. Rather, your body stiffened a bit and you pulled away from his touch, only barely missing the look of hurt that glided over his features as you did so.

"L-Leon?" the alcohol in your system made it sound more like you were questioning if he was real rather than saying his name, "What are you-"

The question you were going to ask didn't even need to be finished. It didn't even need an answer from him, because even if you were drunk, you knew Leon. And you knew why he was there.

"Oh," you couldn't help but scoff, "you want my drink? It'll start you off-"

Leon wasn't going to pretend that he hadn't come to the bar to drink away his sorrows; to forget all the pain he held onto and the nightmares he couldn't escape, and now the pain of not having you around. But when he walked in and saw you? Something in him stopped. Something in him twisted and he felt nauseous and for once it wasn't because of a hangover, but it was because of you.

You looked so miserable. Not that you realized you were wearing your heart on your sleeve at the bar, with the dejected look on your face and the limp hand holding onto a beverage you clearly didn't enjoy. Whilst at the same time, you looked empty.

Is that what you saw? Is that what he looked like to you when he was drinking? When he was at home or at a bar, focusing on anything but reality?

Leon didn't want a drink anymore, he wanted to get you out of a place that didn't suit you whatsoever. He wanted to take you home, he didn't want you to be him.

"You didn't come here alone, did you?" He cut off whatever you were trying to say as he looked into your eyes sternly.

"What? N-no I'm not stupid... I came here with a friend."

It didn't take long for Leon to figure out the friend because he spotted her coming near the bar, and recognized her.

"Hey, I'm taking Y/N home," Leon tried to not sound aggressive when he spoke, but it may have only made him sound more upset.

"Leon? Oh, ya, of course. Are you two...?"

"We'll be fine," Leon replied as he helped you stand up, "thanks for being with them."

He hadn't just meant in the bar but in the past week. It was left unsaid, but it was laid bare.

As much as you wanted to pull away from the man who gently wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, and used the other to hold your arm behind his neck, you couldn't. You didn't have the strength to, and you missed him.

Leon was glad he had taken the car and not his motorcycle. There was no way in hell he would've been able to keep you on a motorcycle all the way back to your home that you shared, or well, you hadn't for the past week. But that wasn't the point.

"You're so mean Leon..." you mumbled as he helped you get into the passenger seat of the car. He all but carried you into it like a child and leaned across you to put your seat belt on. You leaned your face into his neck as he did so, breathing deeply.

"I just... Want you to be happy," you continued sloppily, "but you won't... Let me in..."

Leon's breathing stopped for a moment as he stilled, his hand still on the seatbelt he had just finished putting you in. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled back, adjusting the belt on your body so it wasn't digging into your lazy form, but it was still doing its job.

"I know."

There was so much more he could say, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he ever could.

He settled himself into the driver's seat and got ready to start the car up.

"I still love you though..." your words were slurred as you rested your head on the car window, feeling your eyes grow heavier.

"I..." Leon's hand was turning white at the knuckles from how hard he was holding the steering wheel. He didn't deserve you. And you didn't deserve this.

"I know..."

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redheadsinmybed · 3 years

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Your Mommy

Chapter one of Loving a little: RE

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

Little reader

Description: You aren’t feeling well. What happens when Alcina try’s to make you feel better???

Notes: hey yo :) this is my first story with this pairing, it probably won’t be my last because I absolutely love Alcina and reader together! Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

When you wake up you know something is wrong. You felt weird, maybe it is just an oncoming cold. You roll over and huff when you don’t feel a warm body next to you. Instead of opening your eyes and looking around the room you call out for someone.

“Alci?” You ask in a horse whisper, knowing that the lady of the house was probably around.

Alcina Dimitrescu was and will always be the most beautiful living creature that you’ll ever see. You were abandoned by your own when they found out you were gay. In fact they were so cruel as to tell the whole town. Everyone that you ever knew or trusted abandoned you when you needed them the most.

For your parents it wasn’t a big deal. They were never good parents, they never wanted you either. Their dream child was a male that could provide for the family and have a chance with the princess of the village. Unfortunately they got you: a lesbian. Which wasn’t that bad. You still could’ve had a chance with the princess, if she was secretly gay. They treated you like you weren’t worth the dirt on the bottom of their shoe’s. Your dad was an abusive drunk, and your mom was never around. You know that leaving was the best thing that you could’ve ever done. It lead you to your beautiful Alcina.

When you don’t hear a response you call for her again.

“Alcina?” You say louder this time.

“Yes, love?” You hear the countess say. Your eyes open and you turn your head towards her voice. Your breath never ceases to stop whenever you see her. She’s so damn beautiful, all 9 feet of her. Plus 6 inches with her hat and shoes. You love all of her, the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly.

“Don’t feel good,” You whine. You felt small. Like anything that you would normally do is too hard to do.

“What’s wrong, love?” Alcina says. You whine again.

“You have to use your words baby, otherwise I won’t know how to help you,” Alcina says, coming to sit by you on the bed.

“Feel weird… small,” You say quietly. You scootch over to where Alcina is sitting and crawl up into her lap. You wrap your arms and legs around her waist and rest your head on her chest. You sigh happily her arms wrap around you and her chin rests on her head. You yawn and snuggle closer to her, if that was even possible.

“Close your eyes baby,” Alcina says. Your eyes close and her heartbeat lulls you back to sleep.

When you wake up you are still in your lady's arms. You lift your head up from her chest and look around, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You spot some objects on the nightstand next to the bed. There was a sage green pacifier and an owl stuffed animal. There was also a sippy cup and a bottle. You stare at the items for a while, feeling drawn to them.

“Baby?” Alcina says. You feel her chest rumble as she talks. When you look up she’s looking down at you with a soft expression.

“What’s all that?” You ask, nodding towards the nightstand.

“Well baby, while you were sleeping I did some research,” Alcina says.

“And it lead you down a rabbit hole for baby stuff?” You ask her. She chuckles softly.

“No baby, I want to try something with you. Only if you want to, but I think it might help you feel better,” Alcina says. You look up at her.

“I trust you, I think I want to try it. What do I need to do?” You ask her. Alcina smiles down at you and grabs the stuffed animal owl.

“Here hold this baby girl,” Alcina says. You went to reach the owl until you heard her call you that. You feel something indescribable and look up at her. During sex Alcina sometimes made you call her “Mommy” and you were refured to as “Baby girl” it honestly lead to one of the fastest orgasms you’ve ever had. But hearing it now, it didn’t feel sexual. It feels safe.

“It’s okay Baby girl, just let go. Mommy will be right here, promise,” Alcina says, you gasp. You stare up into her golden eyes. You felt a pull. It’s getting stronger each time Alcina calls you “Baby girl” and every time she calls herself “Mommy”.

“Baby girl, Mommy needs you to let go for her,” Alcina tries again. You feel the pull take over you. Everything goes blurry for a second. And then, everything is clear, and all that matters is the golden eyes staring into yours.

“Mommy?” You say in a whisper. Alcina gives you a sweet smile hearing you switch.

“There’s my baby girl,” Alcina says. Alcina did some research while you were sleeping. You had introduced the Dimitrescus to technology and taught them how to use google. At first the girls were flabbergasted when you first showed them. But they’ve gotten used to it since then. Alcina had indeed gone down a rabbit hole. From searching “feeling small” to “little space” Alcina had found what might be wrong with you. With lots of research Alcina found out how to make littles switch, which had worked on you. Alcina knew right away that you might be a little from your traumatic past, so she was glad that she got you to switch.

“Hi baby girl,” Alcina says with a smile that lights up the room. You look around the room and wonder where you are. You start to get scared because you can’t remember. Alcina sees the features on your face turn from curious to worried real quick.

“Hey, it’s alright baby girl, look at Mommy,” Alcina says. You look back up to her and the little crease on your forehead disappears.

“Baby, do you know who I am?” Alcina says. You nod as you gaze into those familiar eyes.

“Alci,” You say.

“Very good baby girl. You can call me Mommy, would you like to call me that?” Alcina asks. You nod and try it out a few times.

“M-mommy… Mommy. My- my Mommy?” You say looking up at her with hopeful eyes. Alcina chuckles and brushes away a strand of hair that fell into your face.

“Yes baby girl, your Mommy.”

#alcina dimitrescu x female reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina #countess alcina #little reader #age regression #caregiver #little space #little #fluff #cuddling & snuggling #Loving a little: RE

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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One shot | Bucky | Fluffy: 1 , 9 | Angst: 5 , 6 | w/ a happy ending

I kinda wanted to make it a challenge, and I thought these prompts were the most interesting! If you do choose to do it, I hope you have fun! Have a great day ❤️

Pizza With a Side of Confessions

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: N/A, bit fluff, bit angst

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: thank you so so much for requesting! this also include in the second ask you sent i did see it and make note of it! you certainly did give me a challenge here this one took some real mapping out to complete but i think i got it i hope i checked off all the boxes :)

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You had sworn the knock on your door was going to be from your date. The sleazy, creepy date you had just rejected on the stoop of your apartment building.

He had ended up being the complete opposite of what he appeared to be online. Through text messages, he seemed caring and kind. Interested in you. But then when you two met… He hands kept groping. Wandering. Caressing. You had begged him to stop in the restaurant which he eventually did after he walked you home, something you only agreed to to keep the peace, he began working on you again and you had to put your foot down, forbidding the night from going further.

He didn’t look too happy about your attitude which made you assume when that knock landed on your door, it was him and he was coming back for revenge. You had grabbed the first knife you could find and quickly pulled the door open, ready to hopelessly defend yourself…

But as you blinked back the tears cascading down your face, welling in your eyes, you saw a familiar pair of blue eyes along with a familiar frown.

"Bucky?" You sniffled, still pointing the knife at your best friend’s chest.

"Hey, doll," Bucky said, cautiously. He was standing as still as he could while also balancing a pizza box in his arms. "Do you… Do you maybe want to drop the knife, like, right now?"

You shook yourself out of your daze, quickly pulling the knife away from him. He visibly relaxed but his expression was cold, serious, as it took in your upset form. You brought the back of your hand to your face trying to get rid of the tears but they just wouldn’t stop.

"I-I’m sorry," you mumbled as you stepped away from the doorway, letting Bucky into the apartment. He immediately abandoned the pizza on your kitchen counter and turned to you, brows furrowing in waves of worry.

"What happened?" He asked — well, more like growled. If a man could growl. He truly sounded beyond angry which made you jump a bit. Bucky must’ve noticed because he immediately took a step back and tried recomposing himself. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just — seeing you cry — I need to know, whose ass am I kicking now."

You let out a light laugh at that, seeing his such protective side. You and Bucky had formed quite an interesting friendship over time. When you two first met, he loved bickering with you, teasing you here and there about anything and everything. You’d be the bud of the joke with him and while you tried not to let it bother you, admittedly, it had very quickly gotten quite annoying. Eventually, he seemed to just abandon the act and while you were cautious, you welcomed the newfound friendship — Lord knows those were hard to come across in adulthood.

Bucky has been an amazing friend to you ever since. Maybe even a little too amazing because over time you couldn’t deny some feelings had begun to form. But in your eyes, there could be no way such a handsome, funny man was going to be as interested in you. You tried to suppress it and instead just taught yourself to enjoy his little acts of kindness.

"I-I went on another date tonight," you sighed, setting the knife back in its holder. You leaned against the counter, opposite of Bucky. His arms were folded, waiting. "I and this guy had been texting for a while and… and I really thought he was great, I truly did, but then when we met he just made me so uncomfortable. All touchy, feely… Just making my skin crawl, even now." You sighed, dropping your gaze to the kitchen floor. "I told him I wasn’t interested after he walked me home and he didn’t seem very happy about it so… When you knocked, I thought it was him trying to get into my apartment."

You felt like such a fool explaining the situation. Despite this being Bucky and knowing, at some capacity, he wasn’t going to hold it over you, it was still embarrassing. You seemed to be constantly going on these dates trying to find a partner and time after time you came up disappointed. And Bucky would always be there to pick up the pieces.

When you looked back up at your friend, you found he was studying you closely. He was sure taking a while to respond but, then again, what more could he say? You felt he probably had grown exhausted trying to comfort you after these failed dates.

And it seemed your suspicions had been confirmed — but not in a way you could have ever seen coming.

Bucky cleared his throat as if he was preparing. You took a deep breath, ready for whatever blow he was about to serve. Would he yell at you? Would he give some speech on his disappointed he is? Beg you to delete the apps? Would he—

"Maybe you just shouldn’t be going on those dates anymore."

"Huh?" You frowned.

Bucky sighed. "You can’t keep putting yourself through this."

"But how else will I find someone to date? I’m not getting any younger here, Buck."

He turned away suddenly. You heard him let out a deep sigh. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.

"You could maybe start by looking at the man in front of you."

Your jaw just about hit the floor. "B-Bucky—"

But there was no stopping him as he went in for the declaration. "Remember when we first met and I used to tease you relentlessly? At the time, did it ever cross your mind that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t hate you? That I wasn’t doing it out of spite? I was doing it because I was nervous. Here waltzes in this amazing, beautiful woman, and I-I didn’t know what to do. I was falling for you and I couldn’t stop it. Hell, I’m still falling for you. Every day, darling. Every goddamn day." He paused, shaking his head. "I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear tonight but I can’t sit here any longer watching you get taken advantage of by the men in this city. I’m sorry it’s coming out like this but I think you needed to hear it. I apologize for that but I won’t apologize for loving you."

You didn’t know what to do. All you could focus on was Bucky’s pleading eyes and the tears forming in your own. But they were coming on for a good reason this time. They weren’t wasted tears over an uncomfortable date. They were tears of relief.

"Do-Do you really mean all that?" You finally asked.

Bucky nodded. "Every word."

In a spontaneous move, you pushed yourself away from the counter and took determined strides towards Bucky. You threw your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shirt. It took Bucky a second to react but you eventually felt his arms snake around you.

"I love you, too, Buck," you mumbled into his chest. You felt his body shake as he chuckled.

"You sure, doll?"

You nodded. "I’ve loved you for a while, too. I just never thought you’d ever…"

"Stop," Bucky said. "Don’t say anymore. Whatever you thought, it’s not true. I have always loved you."

You pulled away from his chest, putting some distance between you two but keeping your arms locked around him. He was looking down at you with a great mixture of relief and adornment on his face. You couldn’t help but smile. You felt the same.

"I can’t believe this," you giggled. "So are we… Are we like…"

Bucky laughed. "I think we need a date first."

You gasped, happily. "A date?"

He nodded then untangled himself from you. You watched as Bucky walked over to the forgotten pizza. "How about pizza and a movie?"

You looked between Bucky and the pizza box. "Bucky, do you want to explain why you were at my door with a pizza?"

Realization flashed across Bucky’s face. "I-I didn’t come here expecting a date or anything, I swear. I stopped by because… well, I didn’t know you had your date and thought at the very least we could hang out. I even got your favorite."

You smiled, stalking over to the pizza. "Pepperoni and jalapeños?"

Bucky scoffed. "I did say I got your favorite, didn’t I?"

You let out a cheerful squeal as you hugged Bucky again, throwing your arms around his neck. He leaned into you and it all felt natural, like the stars in the sky had finally aligned.

You broke away and said, "You take the pizza and find a movie. I’ll grab some plates."

Bucky agreed and you two broke into your separate tasks, eventually coming back together to sit on your living room couch. At first, though, you two just kind of stood there, the smell of pizza wafting between you two. You weren’t just sitting on the couch to watch a movie — you were sitting down, on a date, to watch a movie.

But you were tired of being so hesitant and running into wrongs after wrongs. You were taking this opportunity. You sat on the couch and patted the spot right next to you. Once Bucky sat down, you got a bit bolder and threw his arm over you, allowing you to cuddle into him. He was a bit tense at first but soon eased up, welcoming you to invade his space.

Bucky had decided on some action movie but you didn’t particularly care about it. All you could focus on was the fact you were cuddling with Bucky while eating pizza. It was a date. A real date where the touching felt natural and you weren’t scared of saying the wrong thing. Had you really been so blind?"

The emotions and questions within you were building quickly. You needed a way to break it, to distract yourself. You landed on your sad, silly humor to save the day.

"Hey, Buck," you mumbled as the car on screen blew up or something. You didn’t know, you just shifted closer into Bucky — if that was even possible. His hold on you got tighter.

"Yeah, doll?"

"Remember when I pulled a knife on you? That’s crazy. Who would’ve guessed a little civilian like myself could hold a knife to the Winter Soldier and live to tell the tale." You were well aware that you were rambling now, the roller coaster of a night catching up to you, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind.

The laughter that escaped him was like music to your ears. His body shook beneath you as he comically laughed at your ridiculous comment.

“You drive me up the wall sometimes, darling," Bucky mumbled back once he had calmed down.

You giggled, "Better get used to it."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I guess I better."

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