#just sitting here in the silence while she slowly dies

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sub!virgin!matt • poc!reader friendly

contains: pet names, no use of y/n, cowgirl, experienced!reader, handjobs, oral (m!receiving), fingering

word count: 1.4k

Matt came to door of his parent’s house, a glint of his smile coming out as he saw me. “Hey come in” I smiled at his mom and his dad as I went past them sitting on the couch while I was wearing my comfortable clothes; the regular oversized grey sweat set.

He lead me upstairs showing me his brother’s rooms as we went across them till we got to his bedroom.

I got situated pretty easily in his place since our hangouts were usually at my house “You mind if I change?— I mean cause you won’t turn down the heat” Matt rolled his eyes because i’ve been nagging him about the heat since I got to his house. “Yeah yeah whatever” we snickered more before I dressed again in his bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

I left, turning off the lights to jump on top of the covers along with him, my ass recoiling with my movement and Matt staring unconsciously. “Hello bighead, stop staring at my ass” He looked away, panning his eyes back to his phone.

For the next 30 minutes Matt has been glued to his device, typing his fingers off to the point where I got curious. I tried to peek but was unsuccessful and I ended up brushing off that thought. “Hey can I borrow your charger my phone just died and I have to text my parents” He glanced at me and shook his head no “why didn’t you bring your own”

“Maybe I just forgot? Like come on” I began to get annoyed of him “No— just call on my phone” I have no idea why he was being so overprotective about a fucking phone charger but I couldn’t care less. Sliding up on his unlocked phone pulled up chat with his best friend.

I think shes trying to kill me

orrrr shes trying to bone you 🤷🏻‍♂️

fuck off

what do i do

do what you been plotting to do?

oh yeah because im just going to tell her that shes making me hard and i want to yk with her?

yes… not too direct but you know

your loser virgin ass is so scared 😂😂😂

Ok and??? shes 100% experienced and i’m the complete opposite

so stop bullying me over MY mobile device fuckface

i will do

virgin boy 😂

Matt snatched the device out my hand before I even got the chance to comprehend what I just read as I was taken aback. I lifted up from the sitting position I was in attempting to read his expression but he turned his glowing red face opposite of me.

I couldn’t believe that an innocent angel child like Matt would text something like that to his best friend about me? We sat in silence for a second “I’m so sorry you saw that, don’t think i’m weird or anything— I’m just sorry”

Well shit.

I’ve never really seen Matt in a different light until now when he texted his friend that he wants to ‘fuck me senseless’. I mean is he fine as fuck, yes it’s obvious but hems my best friend who is really, really fucking fine. “So you want to fuck me?” I took Matt’s chin, making him look at me.

He didn’t have anything to say, just speechless “I’ll let you hit it, if you just say yes” My hand had a mind of it’s own inching up towards his crotch, feeling his bulge get bigger as my face got close to his. He just nodded at me and didn’t know what to expect after that.

I climbed onto his lap, gaping down at him as I kissed him and he roughly bit my bottom lip. He helped me take off my pants to easily sneak his hand into my panties, sliding his slender fingers between my folds and rubbing my clit slowly to tease me. “Faster please”, he pushed his fingers inside me, making my eyes roll back.

He continuously pressed his fingers in my wet cunt looking straight in my eyes knowing he was making me feel good. He put his fingers in so deep making my legs tremble from the sensations filling my cunt and letting cum drip “fuck”.

Matt’s clothed dick was no longer hid as I stripped him of his black sweatpants, impatient as ever. Tussling to get his cock out his briefs, I admired his length slapping his tip to my tongue repeatedly causing him to wince “stop teasing” he whined.

He watched me jerk his length, twirling my tongue around his tip. Spiting onto his dick beginning to take all his inches into my mouth. “Yes like that” hearing Matt’s praise me made my arousal peak, I wanted to hear more of his beautiful moans. I sucked the head of his cock and clasping my lips around his girth, bobbing up and down.

"F-faster" Matt’s hands held on my head pushing it to take in his length, tears coming out my eyes, sucking harder making her head go back “Fuck, yes, yes, more” Matt went crazy from all the pleasure. Liquids spewing down my throat and I felt the stickiness on my tongue.

Matt nervously guided me to hover on his lap slowly positioning me to sit in on his dick. I read his face like a book acknowledging how hesitant he is “don’t be nervous baby, I’ll help you” I caressed his chin.

I did choose cowgirl (position) for a reason. So that he doesn’t have to do much work and so I can see his loser ass blush and bitch at my tits. It’s a win-win

I began lowering my hips on his dick and our natural lubricants making it easier we both payed attention to his cock slowing disappearing in my cunt. “Fuck” Matt quietly groaned with his hand covering his mouth.

Grabbing his hands to hold my waist, my eyes never left his even though he was looking down. To catch his attention back up, I removed my tiny crop top so my boobs could fall in his face.

Matt’s face reddened almost immediately as he was put in a trance while I started to bounce on his dick slowly. My lips parted with my heavy breaths and silent moans. I placed my hands on the wall Matt was leaned upon putting my tits to his face for him to suck on my nipples.

Our warm skin created slapping sounds as I bounced faster, Matt’s lips split letting his whimpers slip out “yes mommy” I cracked a smile hearing him call me mommy and see him be such a submissive boy. I slowed down to prop myself to be on my feet and ride his dick without self-control.

Matt abruptly wrapped his arms around my waist, my nipples were stimulated from his hot, sweat ridden skin. He held me still, thrusting his hips upwards with quickness “MATT FUCK YES” His length abused my hole hitting my g-spot and I shook my head in pleasure, as he bit his lip and smirked at how good he made me feel.

Motions slowed down because of the effort he was putting upon my body and I took control again. The room was filled with pleasure sounds and the smell of sex as an unexpected knot was getting tied in my stomach that was in need of a release.

I felt Matt’s legs shake underneath me and his whine string out along with the sensation of his liquids painting me walls in loads. His head hit the wall in embarrassment from cumming so quickly.

I kept riding his dick overstimulating him while chasing my high making Matt whimper relentlessly “oh fuckkkkk— I can’t take it, I can’t take it— please” His dick was sensitive from the last time he came, he begged until I came on his cock, covering it with my white stickiness.

I went in the kiss his bitten lips open from breathing heavily and his cheeks a bright pink “you feel good?” I asked him with his length still twitching in me, “yes mommy”.

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[readychilledwine]

Pieces of You - Prologue

Summary - After losing Feyre to childbirth, Rhysand finds himself leaning on one of her friends much more than he'd ever expected

Warnings - death, loss of a mate, babies, drug induced sleep

A/N - this one is going to hurt before it feels good, friends. It's gonna hurt a lot. Based on these little pictures I found in a tiktok

Silence had fallen over the house.

There wasn't a single voice whispering, no bells to ring in the celebration of Nyx's birth, no loud pops from corks of champagne echoing in the air. 

Just silence. 

Madja stood in the doorway, a small bundle of what should have been joy wrapped in her arms. Rhys was sat on the steps, shoulders shaking with anger and sadness. 

The Cauldron had refused Nesta's offer. It had instead mocked them, changing Nesta's womb, forcing her to keep the powers that plagued her, and breaking the death bargain. 

It forced him to live while his mate died, promising there were no second chances this time. No magic being to bring her back again. This time was for good. It was forever. Rhysand knew life could be a bitter thing, but he did not expect death to be as cruel. 

“High lord,” Madja approached slowly. “We need to decide how we are feeding Nyx. The babe needs to eat.”

Azriel appeared besides Rhys, kneeling down next to him as he stared off the balcony. “I.. I don't know,” he finally answered. “We hadn't talked about it. She figured she would just be here to do it.” Azriel squeezed Rhysand's shoulder, handing him a vial with blue liquid in it. “We will have to find a wet nurse. Though, I am unsure how you will find one this last minute.”

“Y/n,” Azriel said softly. “She just had a babe, didn't she?” Madja nodded. “Can she just feed them both?”

“it is possible. Y/n does over produce already and has been storing milk. Newborns need to be fed almost hourly, though, shadowsinger. She'd have to have them both here, or Nyx will have to stay with her."

Rhys just shrugged, uncorking the vial and shooting back the contents. “I really don't care about that aspect, Madja. The house is huge, and I'm alone now anyway. What's the point in caring? She can decide." Azriel helped him stand as the sleeping drought started to work and supported his brother into a bedroom. 

He reappeared moments later. “I'll ask her. I know you don't want to burden her.” He reached for Nyx, admiring his perfect face again. “She's a sweet girl, quiet, good listener. She might be good for both of them while he heals.”

Madja just nodded. “Just remember that two grieving widowers will need a village to care for two newborns.”

The small cottage you lived in was quiet. You were leaned against the couch, sitting in the floor with your head laid back. Caring for your daughter alone was a chore, and you knew you should have been sleeping, but something was keeping you awake. 

A gentle knock in the door had you cringing, praying Morwenna wouldn't wake up. You moved to the door quickly, not noticing the shadow whisping around your feet and opening it to a desperate shadowsinger. “Az?” You moved for him to come in, stomach dropping at the sight of the babe in his arms. “Please tell me you being here with that sweet little thing doesn't mean what I think it does.”

Azriel just looked up, tears finally falling. “He hasn't ate yet,” your heart shattered at the unneeded confirmation. “Please, help us.”

You took the Illyrian babe instantly, taking your shirt off without question to offer him food. Azriel's shoulders fell in relief as his little cheeks began to move, a small hand and fingers reaching to your pinky. 

The two of you sat in heavy silence again. Azriel processing what had all happened that day, and you, aching for a male you hardly knew, and mourning the female that had become a close friend. 

You almost laughed at how cruel life could be. To lose your mate before childbirth, and then to lose your friend, the female who held your hand during labor, only a week later.

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— Never Felt So Low

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you see miles a month after his dad's funeral.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, comfort, sad miles, grief, mentions death (obvi), sad tía morales.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ mija: dear, bonito: handsome/pretty boy. princesa: princess, gracias, muñeca: thanks, doll.

miles had been distant ever since his dad died, you completely understood him (in a way) and the fact that he wanted to be there for his mother. but you also wanted to be there for him, to be able to give him the comfort that he needed.

since he had made no attempts to contact you, you decided that you were just going to his house with no invitation. you would not only fail yourself if you didn't go but you would also fail him because right now he needs all of the support that he can get.

knocking on the door, you waited until it was answered by rio morales, who you liked to refer to as tía morales. the woman looked a mess, which was understandable, her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark bags under them, her nose was red, her hands were shaking and her bottom lip was quivering.

"ohh... tía morales." you walked in, pulling the older woman into a hug.

she held you close and tightly, not tight enough to the point that it was uncomfortable but to the point where you felt the pressure, tía morales did not start to cry instead choosing to just enjoy the comfort you were offering.

you let her hug you for however long she wanted. a couple of seconds or minutes later, you lost track of time, she started to pull away slowly.

"i missed you, mija." she told you, her hands cupping your cheeks and her thumb gently caressing one of them.

"i missed you too, tía." and it was true, the woman was pretty much a mother figure to you.

"go check on our boy, i'm starting to get so worried about him." she shook her head, holding back tears. "he's been suppressing his emotions."

you nodded. "alright, i'll try to help him."

tía morales pointed at his bedroom and you walked to the door, stopping right in front of it and lifting your arm to knock.

“ma, i already told you that i don’t wanna eat anything right now.”

“it’s me, bonito.” you called out softly. “can i come in?”

there was a minute of silence and you were scared that he was about to tell you to leave when he finally spoke. “yes, come in.”

so you did. the moment you saw him sitting down on his bed, head thrown back and staring at the ceiling you felt relieved to see that he was at least looking healthy so far.

“miles…”

your previous thought changed when he turned his head to look at you and your heart broke this time. he looked pale and so tired, you wanted nothing more than to bring back the rich color of his skin and to make the happy look return to his tired eyes.

“hey..” he said with no emotion whatsoever, even his voice had a rough edge to it that you didn’t notice while you were outside his door.

“hey, bonito.” you walked closer to him and sat beside him on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

“i’m sorry, it’s been a while.” he apologized. “i made you feel alone.”

“don’t apologize, i understand.” you shook your head. “but now i want to be here for you and i think it was the other way around, i wasn’t there for you and made you feel like you only had your uncle and mom.”

“i knew i had you too, princesa. i just didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“miles, i don’t care about your appearance as long as you look healthy, you know that. you are going through a tough time right now and i want to be here for you.”

miles laid his forehead on yours. “gracias, muñeca.”

“can i stay here with you?” you asked, wanting to spend the night with him in your arms but still not wanting to intrude. it was good enough that he didn’t argue with you about you being in his home, yet you even were willing to spend the whole week with him if it would bring back the tiniest spark back to his eyes.

“yes, you can.” he nodded, raising one hand and softly stroking your cheek with his thumb just like his mother did.

after what seem like hours in the same position, his face had lost part of the tension on it, a calm expression replacing it and it made you feel a little better that you had that effect on him.

“here, mi niño.” tía morales had walked in and was passing two plates of food to you and miles.

“ma, i already—”

“thank you, tía.” you took both plates from her. “we’ll both eat it.”

the woman nodded, a smile on her face before she left the room, closing the door and leaving a 4inch gap.

you turned to miles and put one plate down on his bed and focused on one. lifting a spoonful you blew on the rice and chicken on it before directing the spoon to miles’s lips.

“say ahh.” you told him.

miles looked at you for a second before rolling his eyes and opening his mouth. “ahh.”

you put the spoon inside his mouth, and he gladly chewed the food when you took the spoon out.

grabbing food from the plate on the bed you also ate and closed your eyes at the taste of tía morales’ delicious cooking.

after miles swallowed his mouthful, you took another spoonful from the plate on your hand and lifted the spoon to his lips.

miles once again looked at you for a second but instead of rolling his eyes, he smiled showing the dimples that you loved so much.

his smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile as well while you led the spoon inside his mouth.

after you both finished eating you took the plates out to the kitchen and washed them before going back to miles’ room and changing into one of his shirts and shorts then laying next to him on his bed.

“i missed you so much, beautiful girl.” miles said, hugging you close. his head on your chest.

“and i missed you too.” you said truthfully.

miles nodded into your chest and you both stayed quiet for a few minutes. when you felt little droplets of tears falling onto the shirt you were wearing, you didn’t say anything. already knowing how sensitive miles was and how he preferred to cry in silence unless he spoke first.

your hand started going up and down his back, letting him know you were there and he got the message because he hugged you more tightly and sobs were coming out of his throat.

“i just miss him.” he finally spoke, his voice breaking.

this was your queue that you could speak now. “i know, bonito, i know.” you told him. “let it all out.”

“it hurts so much.” more tears started coming out of his eyes.

you needed to use all the strength in you in order to not start crying right then and there along with him instead focusing on being as comforting to him as you could, whispering sweet nothings to him and pulling him close to you.

the night went on like this and you made sure that miles was asleep before you allowed yourself to fall under exhaustion control and also fall asleep.

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[bueckerssturns]

soulmates - c. brock

colby x fem! latina! reader

warnings: cursing, ghost hunting, blood.

she/ her pronouns used, theres some spanish speaking in this.

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“WHATS UP GUYS ITS SAM AND COLBY!” colby exclaimed to the camera that sam was currently holding.

“today we will be exploring ‘the queen mary’ with a few special guests!” sam said as he turned the camera around to show four people standing in front of a car waving and smiling.

Amanda, Larray, Nick, and y/n were asked to be in this video since they had been planning on collaborating, what better way than taking all four of them to the queen mary in long beach

the group went inside to check in and get a tour of the ship and settle into their rooms.

-

10:00pm

“are you guys ready?” sam asked to the group who were all sitting down talking about the ship and the history behind it

“yea i am” spoke y/n “yea, no imma log off because who do i look like nancy drew?” exclaimed larray as he was pretending to leave.

they joked a bit more and then walked out of the room making their way to the ships pool area y/n felt targeted, from feeling taps on her shoulder to hearing people calling her name.

“hijos de su puta madre” she mumbled under her breath as she felt a chill run down her spine “you good?” asked larray next to her with a concerned look.

“yea i just keep feeling taps, hearing whispers behind me and i just felt a chill run down my spine”

-

“okay so we’re in front of the pool were apparently a little girl died, we will be parting ways here colby, nick, and I will stay here in the pool area while larray, amanda, and y/n go to room B340” explained sam into the camera the larray and y/n holding on to each other with shocked expressions on while amanda looked at sam in disbelief.

“we’re going there ALONE?!” asked larray “yes, we will stay here and do the estes method and you guys go to the room to do it, afterwards we’ll come together and say what we got from it” explained colby.

“okay.. that’s not bad we can do that..” said amanda.

the group separated to their designated areas and ready to do the dual estes method.

“okay while they go to the room and we stay here we will have nick do the estes method!” sam said holding the blindfolded and radio.

“wait why do i have to do it?” nick asked with a nervous laugh “because you’re new to the channel!” laughed colby putting the blindfold on nick.

helping nick sit down on the floor and putting on the headphones the boys decided to finally start their session.

“nick, can you hear us?” said sam looking at the camera and back to him, no response.

“okay, it appears he can’t hears so let’s get this started with” exhaled colby “who are we talking to?” he asked.

“girl” nick said “is this the girl that died in the pool behind us?” sam asked.

-

with the other three

they walked into the room ready to start their session when the lights started to flicker.

“woah did you get that?” asked amanda facing y/n who was currently holding the camera, nodding her head hesitantly facing the camera towards the lights.

“okay since y/n has been ‘targeted’ throughout this whole thing i think it’s best if she does the estes method!” larray said reaching for the camera and facing it to said girl.

slowly nodding she’s put on the blindfold grabbing the headphones and going into the trance.

“y/n/n? can you hear us?” silence “okay since she can’t hear us we should start the questions” said larray. “who are we talking to?” asked amanda

“danger” y/n said in a scared voice “is someone in danger?” both amanda and larray asked.

“y/n” said girl flinched at the sound of her name

“what about her?” asked amanda “i want her” mumbled y/n with fear in her voice. larray didn’t like the sound of that so he tapped her shoulder to get her out of the trance.

“what happened? is everything okay?” asked y/n “yea, you just said some things that terrified us so we decided to take you out of the trance i think we should go with the guys to tell them what happened” explained amanda.

as they were leaving y/n being the last one she heard a voice as she looked back the door in front of her shut locking her in the dark room.

larray and amanda turn around at the sound of a door slamming and screaming, they soon realized that y/n wasn’t behind them anymore.

tugging at the door to open y/n couldn’t help but feel a hefty amount of pressure on her chest and the whole room going blurry.

“y/n!” amanda exclaimed pushing at the door to get it open but couldn’t “larray go get the guys! the door won’t open!” she exclaimed panicking.

-

larray was running to the guys with a panicked look on his face colby was the first to notice him and the fact that the girls were not behind him.

“larray, is everything okay? where are the girls?” colby asked while sam took nick out of the trance. “that’s what i came for we were leaving when suddenly the door closed trapping y/n inside the room we can’t get open” he was cut off by colby running off to the direction of the girls the rest following him.

as soon as colby got there he started to slam his body weight against the door to get it to budge but it wouldn’t open after a few slamming against it and punches the door open to a y/n on the floor with her head in her knees panicking.

once she heard the door open and colby walking up to her she ran to him almost tackling him into a hug.

“are you okay?” he whispered in the crook of her neck, not being able to speak she just nodded her head as a response pulling away from him a little to look at him before slamming her lips to his.

they parted from the kiss just looking at each other “sorry, i just thought i’d-” she was interrupted by his lips crashing into hers.

even though they both did not believe in soulmates one thing is for certain they were meant to be and nothing could ruin that for them.

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this a long one but that’s good hope yall enjoyed this 🤟 sorry nick didn’t have enough lines but i’ll make sure next time he has more lines next time i write a story with him! also i finished this during school so it’s not edited 💔

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[lavender-storm]

You are here now

summary | Theo breaks down and confesses why he's been so distant lately.

pairing | Theo Nott x fem!reader, she/her pronouns

warning | mentions of abuse, su1c1de, sad Theo, probably grammar mistakes

word count | ~2k

a/n: English isn't my first language, so if you found grammar mistakes, no you didn't. I also haven't written anything in a while, so i hope this isn't too bad. Let me know what you think! Xx

His legs are weak, and he can barely breathe when he finally sees her walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Y/N," his voice booms off the walls, scaring everyone around them. She stops but doesn't turn around, not needing to see who it is. She could recognise that voice anywhere. "Can we talk?" he says, a bit more quietly now. But she doesn't move, unsure what to do as Theo approaches her slowly. "Please?"

She takes a deep breath and simply starts walking towards a more secluded area. Theodore is breathless, his face is flushed and his whole body trembles. He's thinking of what to say, how to put his feelings into words as they sit down on the stairs, far away from curious eyes. Neither of them speak as he tries to slow down his vigorous heart. But words don't come easy to him as anxiety takes over his body.

The silence between them is too loud.

"How you been?"

"Good," Y/N answers, avoiding his gaze."You?"

"Eh. Could be better."

Another long silence, as Theo tries to collect himself.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" she asks, voice stern and cold. How did they end up like this? She used to look at him with so much love in her eyes. He misses it. Every day and night, it's all he can think about. How she laughed at his jokes, how she found comfort in his arms. How it all turned around as a fight followed a fight, with yelling and tears. The last time they talked, Y/N told him how disappointed she was, that he became one of those Slytherins. His heart shattered as soon as the words left her lips. He understood why of course. But it was him against his father, and he needed to change. It was for the better.

He should have said something a long long time ago. He shouldn't have waited. But he's scared, and his life is a mess and he just wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He's breaking under the weight, he's all alone and he can't find a way out.

"No, no. I, uhm," Theo's nervous, and Y/N can tell. It's rare he's like this and a heavy weight settles in her chest. He's usually collected, and outspoken, he never had any trouble talking. She wants to comfort him and let him know he can talk about anything, so she hesitantly lays a hand on his forearm. Even after all those arguments and crying and not talking, she cares. Of course, she cares. She is full of love.

Theo takes a shaky breath and tears collect in his eyes. He can't hold it back no matter how much he tries, because he feels so overwhelmed by her. He doesn't even know where to start.

Should he talk about his father? Should he tell her how he treats him? And that he never meant to become like this, but it was inevitable.

He needed her then, and he needs her now, but he fucked up by pushing her and everybody away, and he's scared he can't make it right. Y/N quietly calls his name as she caresses his arm, and a loud sob leaves Theo's lips. Y/N's heart rate picks up, the worry she felt before turned into terror as Theo's body trembles with every sob as she cradles him into her arms, holding his head to her shoulders while raking her fingers through his hair. Her heart breaks for him as he clings to her like his life depends on her.

"I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I never meant to do-, I di-didn't know - I'm just s-scared, so fucking scared. I hate him so much and then I did this to you. I miss y-you so bad, I can't even fucking breathe."

"Theo calm down, I can't understand you. Shh, it's okay just take a deep breath with me okay? Yeah, like that, great. You're doing great. One more," she says as she holds his face in her hands. Theo's chest tightens at her kindness. All those things he fucked up. He's a horrible son, a horrible friend, a horrible person. And yet here she is, wiping his tears with such a loving look in her eyes, his soul aches - he doesn't deserve her. "Now tell me again, okay? Slowly. I'm here, I'm listening."

"I'm sorry. I know you hate me, but I truly am sorry."

"I don't hate you, Theo-"

"Yeah, sure, than you are mad at me, whatever same thing."

"Theo-"

"I'm sorry okay? For everything. I didn't tell you the-, "he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, tears still streaming down his face."I didn't tell you the truth. I lied because I didn't want you to know. But I needed you. I needed you so bad. So I kept it a secret because I was scared. What if you agree with him? What if you see me the way he sees me? So I just avoided you. I know it's stupid, but I was so goddamn terrified."

"Who is he, Theo? What are you talking about?"

"Dad," he whispers and hangs his head, refusing to see her reaction.

"What is he saying, Theo?"

"It's all my fault," he murmurs. Y/N's brows are furrowed in confusion, what is he talking about? What is his fault?

"No, Theo, no. I'm sure that's not true but what is-"

"But it is, Y/N! He is right. My mother always had to take care of me and my problems, that's why she- and now he hates me! I'm a burden and I made their lives miserable."

"That is not true Theodore, listen to me. Don't think that. And I'm sure they could never hate you. You probably misunderstood, I know your parents love you-"

"You don't hit someone you love! I would never hit you! Never. Not even Blaise or, or Draco, or the others, never. " Y/N's whole body freezes, her mind's rummaging through her memories. Oh Merlin. How could she miss this? How could she not realize that…

Y/N is angry. Angry that Theo didn't say anything until now. Angry that she couldn't see the obvious. He showed up with a new bruise every few weeks, and rumors of him initiating fights for fun, spread like fire. But no one ever knew who he fought. It always remained a mystery. Because all of it was a lie, and deep down Y/N knew, but that was easier to believe than this. He needed her and she ignored him. The only person she could ever open up to needed her the most, and she just left him.

"Theo, all this time we thought you were fighting other students, you-"

"He says it's the least I deserve. She was always working and always stressed because of me. They had to sacrifice so much. It's all my fault she couldn't take it. And now all of this is on Dad. It's my fault, I did this. I killed her."

It's an unwritten rule in the Nott family, that nobody talks about the death of Theo's mom. As far as others are concerned, she ran away. And so that's what Y/N thought too.

"She killed herself because of me. And he makes sure I'm aware of that. And I'm so scared that he's right."

"He is not right, Theo, look at me. He's not right. He's full of shit. I've never met your mother, but I know, he raised the kindest, smartest, most amazing boy ever. I know she must have been so proud to call you his son." Theo cries louder, his fingers hold onto her tightly. "I'm proud of you Theo. You don't deserve any of this."

Guilt claws at her chest as she takes him in. His eyes are red and puffy now, but a bruise is still visible under his left eye and a deep cut, already healed, splits his eyebrows. His skin is pale and cold, and he's so thin that his uniform hangs on his body like it's three sizes too big.

Months ago, it fit him perfectly.

She was so consumed by her anger and jealousy that Theo chose his new friends over her, that she couldn't even look at him. And she curses herself for being so oblivious and idiotic, because if she looked at him, only just a second longer, she would have seen the truth. Now, sitting on the stairs with only a little light, she can truly see him. And the Theodore that's sitting here is not the same Theodore she left that day.

"I can't do this without you, Y/N. I know I'm horrible but please. Please forgive me," he begs, but Y/N shakes her head. If someone should be apologizing it's her, not him.

"No, don't apologize. I'm- oh, Theo, I'm so sorry. I should have realized it. I should have paid attention, I should have been there for you. I'm so sorry I left you alone. I should have never done that," she says, pulling him into her embrace again. Theo hugs her tightly, basking in her warmth. "And you are wrong. You are not horrible. You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Theo. You were always there for me, always looked out for me. I'm so sorry I didn't do the same."

"You're here now,"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you staying?"

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere. Not again. I promise." He believes her. He knows none of this is her fault and if she knew, she would've never left. "I love you Theo, so so much. We'll get through this. Together."

And for the first time in months, Theo feels peace wash over his body like waves, and the noise in his head stops. It's silent and calm in his body and soul. Everything's going to be alright. Y/N is here again. They are okay again. He will be alright again.

#theodore nott imagine #theo nott x reader #theo nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #harry potter imagine #lavender-storm #slytherin boys

[zoe-is-amazingg]

Ghostface Ethan headcannons

Ghostface!Ethan X Fem!Ghostface!Reader

NSFW and SFW

Warnings - Fluff and smut, pervy Ethan. Dom!Ethan X Sub!Reader,

SFW

+ When you arrived at Blackmore with the 'Core four', you met Ethan trying to help Chad settle in

+ Let's just say he took a 'quick' liking to you

+ You had always thought he was a cool person and you thought you both had connection with each other

+ You definitely flirted with him a lot

+ He would always be like flustered by what you're saying to him, and you would just laugh and leave him there

+ He would find it frustrating but cute at the same time

+ Then one day, your teeny tiny crush on him slipped out while talking to Tara

"Really, Y/N? The Nerd?""I dunno what it is."

+ And this is when she told Chad, and oh boy he was so happy because Ethan told him the same thing about you

+ Him and Tara worked on this plan for a whole week just for you two to get together

+ You were basically in love with him by the time they started the plan

+ You and Ethan were in the library, and he was explaining Econ to you because you had 'no' idea what you were doing in this class, and you just 'desperately' needed his help iykyk

+ You liked seeing him ramble on about Econ and all this other shit that he was interested in

+ Anyway, Ethan started to notice you were just watching him talk and pointed you out for it

"Do you even need my help?" He teased you, making your cheeks go a dark red.

"Yes, I really do, I just hate Econ."

+ Ethan wasn't buying it

"Let's leave, I don't think your paying much attention to me anyways."

Oh boy you were, just not in the way he wants.

"I am, I promise."

+ Eventually, Ethan started rambling on again and you continued watching him

+ He would totally fiddle with his fingers after figuring out you were watching him

+ This is when Tara and Chad saw you guys sitting and just chatting about Econ

+Chad stole Ethan and Tara stole you

+They both lead you to the same place but in different ways and directions

"Tara, where are we going, I have to go back and study."

"Studying can wait girl."

+ This is when Tara threw you into a closet and locked the door

+ This is when you realized it is a weirdly huge closet

"Chad let me out! This isn't funny bro!" You hear Ethan yell. You slowly walk around to see him banging on another door.

"Ethan..." You mumble, he turns around and looks at you.

"Y/N!" He slowly walks up to you and smiles brightly.

"Did Tara put you in here?" He asks and you nod. "Of course."

+ He notices that you both go set up almost straight away and that surprised you, he usually doesn't notice things straight away

+ The dimly lit closet and his face together to you was bliss

+ You could look at him and get away with it!

+ Not until he decides to break the silence

"Can I tell you something Y/N." He says and you nod. "You've been my friend for like ever, and I couldn't help for me to sometimes...well, fuck... most of the time, want it to be more."

+ You kissed him right then and there

+ Let's just you both had built up feelings

+ You both kissed until Tara and Chad opened up the door and you and Ethan kind of runed out

+ But you didn't rush the time that you had

+ You both down at the table and Tara and Chad kind of didn't matter to you both anymore

+ You both finished up studying and ended up chilling at your apartment

+ You both watched a movie but ended up just talking and or making out

+ You would go to his dorm or vice versa and would watch movies together

+ Baby, Sweetie, Princess and Doll. Those are the type of names he would call you

+ Then the Ghostface killings started

+ You 'knew' he wasn't Ghostface

+ Even though he leave and then dead people will pop on the news the night he left

+ And sometimes the people that have died would be guys that you have talked to the day before

+ But Ethan is sweet and kind and could never hurt a fly

+ You guys would cuddle all the time

+ And he would try to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible

+ He always made you feel safe and comfortable anyways so the way he was trying to do more was just perfect to you

+ Whenever you guys would fight, he'd leave and then come back with some roses or chocolates

+ One fight he left and didn't come back, and you were starting to get worried

+ Until your phone started to ring

+ You picked it up and you heard a voice you never wanted to hear

"Hey Y/N, I saw your little fight with Ethan." Ghostface says.

"Leave me alone." You half yell, not wanting anyone to hear.

"Come on doll." Ghostface whispers.

"Why the fuck did you just call me that?"

+ Then someone knocks on your door

+ You open it and to your surprise, Ethan, in a Ghostface costume, with blood, lots of it

+ Let's just say the shock you got, you couldn't even process it

"Look, I would never hurt you Y/N, I just need you to understand that this is who I am."

"Yes, But no, what the fuck?" You mumble, he takes more steps to get closer to you and you take more steps back until you're in a corner.

"Come on, Y/N I love you."

+ It took you a while, but you got used to it

NFSW

+ Before you guys started dating, he would steal your underwear and you would have no clue

+ You would look for them and then they would pop up again the next day

+ Whenever you would call him, he would jerk off to your voice, you never noticed this until one time, there was such a clear moan coming from his end of the line

"Y/N." He moans.

"Ethan?" You cough awkwardly

+ He immediately stopped and claimed he was doing nothing and you would just brush it off

+ When you both started dating, he would do things that would turn you on and him at the same time like rubbing your bodies together to form friction

+ He would always make little remarks at your outfits

"Baby, that outfit look's so good on you, I can't wait to eat you out in it later." He winks.

"Come 'ere doll, I want to fuck you, you look so good."

+ But they somehow would always turn you on so much that you didn't even want to go out

+ The group had a joke about the most innocent couple and that was you guys

+ Little did they know that you both were fucking anywhere you could

+ You even fucked on Sam's bed!

+ Until one day you got caught fucking

+ Everyone knew you both were dating but not fucking every chance you had between yourselves

+ Anyway, I see him as a choking, dob but sub if he wants to, knife play type of guy

+ Like, once you knew he was Ghostface, he fucked you in the costume

+ I could also see him carving his itinals under your tits

+ God, any noise you make turns him on so much

+ Even if it is just a tiny whimper or muffled moan

+ But he goes crazy when you moan into his skin, he loves feeling the vibrations and everything

+ He'd fuck you anywhere like I said

+ If he met your parents, he'd totally be a dick and like turn you on by like rubbing his fingers on your inner thigh or just completely fingering you

+ He honestly would love the way you would cough to stop any noise from coming out of your mouth

"Ethan!" You yell whisper, "The fuck are you doing?"

"Y/N, no whispering at the dinner table." Your dad says. "Anything you want to say to Ethan you can say to us."

+ The self-control this man had to have for him not to tell everyone that he was finger fucking you

+ But he knew that you would probably dump him

+ And you never met his parents (Jee, i wonder why?)

+ He would fuck the shit out of you if you pissed him off

"Come on, use that dirty mouth on me now if you have no trouble saying shit like that to me when were in a fight"

+ And he would always make do want he wants (But he'd still make you get there in the end

A.N - Just smt while I finish Y.J.N.M.T Part 4. That might be the final part because I'm done with that seires ngl. Pleae request smt. If you requested the JJ thing. I'm working on that, it is almost done. I'm also adding a new fiction to my list and that is The Summer I Turned Pretty. Jeremiah Fisher, Steven Coklin and Conrad Fisher

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[lex-hj0519]

what do you think we’d do, let them starve?

Just a little drabble based on this line in OOTP, cause it always makes me think, "well, that is pretty much what you did to Harry..."

“And as for who’s going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died,” said Lupin, smiling slightly, “what do you think we’d do, let them starve?”

Mrs. Weasley smiled tremulously.

As Mrs. Weasley mopped her eyes and muttered that she was being silly, Lupin’s words washed over Harry.

“What do you think we’d do; let them starve?”

That’s what they did to him, Harry thought bitterly. They’d dropped him off on his aunt and uncle’s doorstep and left him there for ten years. Nobody had cared about the days and nights he spent in his cupboard with his stomach grumbling, hoping that he could sneak out to steal food from the kitchen after the Dursleys fell asleep.

A sharp feeling of hurt shot through him as Lupin continued to comfort Mrs. Weasley, and Harry abruptly turned on his heel and left the room. He climbed the stairs two-at-a-time, desperate to get away from the others before they noticed that something was wrong. He climbed the stairs until there were no more stairs to climb, ending up in the attic. It was cluttered with furniture, trunks, boxes, and other knick-knacks, but Harry found a clear spot and squished himself in between a battered steamer trunk and a side table that had legs carved to look like snakes.

He tucked his knees up, wrapped his arms around his legs, and buried his face in his knobby knees. He was not going to cry. He was not going to get upset. He was going to sit here and breathe until all of these stupid emotions stopped stirring around in his chest, and then he was going to go back downstairs with no one the wiser.

Off in the distance, he could hear another set of footsteps climbing the stairs. He waited for them to stop off at one of the floors, but they kept coming and coming until the attic door creaked open. Harry didn’t move. He didn’t even lift his head. Maybe if he stayed squished here in this spot, whoever it was wouldn’t notice.

“Mind if I join you?”

Harry didn’t want to see anyone. But of all the people who had come after him, he was glad it was his godfather. Harry shrugged awkwardly, still not looking up. Sirius picked his way through the clutter, pushed the steamer trunk aside, and sank down beside Harry so they were sitting shoulder to shoulder.

Sirius bumped his shoulder gently. “Are you all right, Harry? That boggart scared me, seeing your dead body laying there.”

Harry slowly raised his head to look at his godfather. Sirius looked even more pale and drawn than he usually did. Harry hadn’t even thought of how the boggart would have affected him.

“I’m all right,” Harry muttered.

Harry was grateful when Sirius didn’t push him to say more. They sat in a comfortable silence for a long while, with Harry slowly slumping and leaning into Sirius’s side. Sirius tucked one long, skinny arm around Harry’s back and pulled him closer into his side.

“If you want to talk about it, I’m happy to listen,” Sirius said gently.

“Talk about what?” Harry asked grumpily.

“About why you ran off like there was a Hungarian Horntail on your tail,” Sirius replied. “Was it just the boggart?”

“No,” Harry admitted after another long silence. “It was something else.”

“Thought so,” Sirius said. Harry wanted to roll his eyes at his godfather’s smug tone.

“It was what Lupin said after,” Harry said.

“What Remus said after?”

Harry tilted his head to look up at his godfather, who was looking down at him with a furrowed brow.

“Mrs. Weasley was worried about what would happen to Ron and Ginny if she and Mr. Weasley died. And Lupin said that they wouldn’t let them starve,” Harry repeated.

“And that upset you?” Sirius asked curiously.

Harry shrugged and looked down at his hands, twisting the edge of his t-shirt.

“It didn’t matter when it was me,” Harry mumbled after a long silence. “I – I was hungry all the time growing up. And nobody ever checked on me.”

Sirius swallowed hard and tucked Harry even closer into his side. Harry buried his face in his godfather’s shoulder to hide the tears that he could feel prickling in the back of his eyes.

“I used to sit in my cupboard and dream about someone coming to save me. But no one ever did. Not until Hagrid brought my Hogwarts letter. And even then, I still had to go back. I always have to go back.”

“Oh, Harry,” Sirius whispered into his hair. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you then. But I’m here for you now. And I’m not going to let you go back.”

Harry didn’t want to get his hopes up. He had before, and they had been torn away from him as fast as a hippogriff could fly. But as he sank into Sirius’s comforting embrace in the dusty old attic of Grimmauld Place, he so badly wanted to believe that this could be it: this could be the day that he was finally saved.

#good godfather sirius black #sirius and harry #sirius black #harry james potter

[lola-bunn1]

somebody that i used to know pt 2

❥ a/n: the story won’t really make sense if i don’t make a change in the timeline, so let’s just pretend the whole sky people war has been going on for a really long time also this took so long like i began writing this the second i posted part one and then it took me hours then i scrapped it and made a better version which turned out so bad im sorry

part one, part three

Five months.

Its been five months since Neteyam last heard your soft voice, its been five months since he last felt your touch, its been five months since he last felt happy.

Its been five months of hell.

After you left, Neteyam lost himself. You were part of him, you were his life, his world. Now you were gone, and so was he.

The war kept happening, for a while.

Until everything just died down, the sky people stopped cutting trees, they stopped building weapons, stopped attacking the Na’vi. They just left.

Of course, everyone was happy. The Na’vi won once again.

But the forest isn’t what it used to be, there’s too many bad memories that lie here. It didn’t feel like home anymore.

Of course to Neteyam, it never was. You were his home, you were the light of his life. Without you, he was nothing.

That’s how much he loved you.

Jake and Neytiri have thought well and hard. They wanted to leave. Get a fresh new start somewhere else, the kids reacted differently. Lo’ak didn’t care, Kiri was mad, Tuk didn’t know what was going on, and Neteyam…

He just didn’t react. No sadness, no happiness, nothing.

The family packed up and left, Neteyam flew away and never looked back, not even for a second. There was nothing there for him.

You weren’t there for him.

As he flew, he thought of the things he could’ve done. He shouldn’t have dismissed it so fast. He should’ve cared more, comforted you more, convince you harder.

If he did, perhaps you might be here, with him. Smiling and flying your ikran around him, giving him that warm feeling he missed so deeply.

But you weren’t. It wasn’t real.

When they got to the village, they introduced themselves and waited as Jake spoke to them.

“It is decided, Toruk Makto and his family are going to stay with us.” Tonowari, the olo’eyktan stated

They all muttered small thank yous as they were lead to their marui.

“This is yours” Tsireya, Tonowari’s daughter said as she showed them the marui, “We’ll send over some things in a bit while you get comfortable” She smiled at them and walked away as they began unpacking

“Alright, everyone—family meeting, come on, fall in” Jake said, everyone huddled into a circle, Lo’ak tapped Neteyam’s shoulder, snapping him out of his trance and making him sit with them

“Okay, guys. We need you all on your best behavior. No trouble, I mean it. Learn fast, pull your weight, be nice. We need them to trust us, so we can all get along. Got it?” Jake said, they all nodded with small responses

“Sorry!” A woman said as she walked in, carrying a bunch of things that were high enough to cover her face, “They told me you might need these” She said, turning to her side to see them, her eyes widening as she dropped the things on the ground

They all froze

Neteyam, startled by the sound, turned to see what happened. His eyes widening in shock.

It was you.

It was you…

It was you!

How is this possible? You left—did you move here?

“Y/n?” He said, standing up and walking towards you, you backed away, still speechless.

“I—I have to go” You said, running off, he was quick to follow you

He finally got close enough to pull you back, you looked at him in silence

“It’s you…its really you” He whispered, “What—what are you doing here?” He asked

You sighed, “I moved here…”

“This is where you’ve been? All this time…” He said, cradling your face, he pulled you in for a hug

Its been so long since he felt your soft touch. Five hours without your touch was long enough, imagine five months.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent. The sweet smell he’s been missing. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling something else.

He let go of you, looking down, his eyes widening.

You had a bump, a baby bump. He was sure it wasn’t weight.

“Neteyam…” You whispered

“What—how…” He stopped talking, did you move on? You ran away, and started a family with another man?

He backed away, shaking his head

“You…you were that quick to forget me?” He asked, before you could answer, he left.

“Neteyam!” You called out to him, seeing him fade away

When he got to the marui, everyone was there, waiting for him, flooding him with questions

“What happened?” Neytiri asked

“How is she here?” Kiri asked

“Who knocked her up?” Lo’ak asked, everyone went quiet

“What do you mean?” Neytiri asked

“Did you not see? She looked pregnant”

Neytiri gasped and smacked his head, “You do not speak about a woman like that!”

“No…it’s true.” Neteyam said

“She is with child?” Neytiri asked, her eyes wide

Neteyam nodded

Neytiri and Jake shared a look, they went to comfort him but he just pushed them away

“I’m sorry, kid” Jake said, patting his back

“I do not care.” He said, they all looked at him with pity, and went to sleep

The next day, Neteyam got up early, not like he even slept. He went outside, exploring the village. He went to ocean, staring at it in silence

“Neteyam…” You called out

He already knew it was you, how could he ever forget your sweet voice?

He began walking away, you kept calling his name and he ignored you

“Shit” He heard you say, he turned to see you wrapping your arms around your stomach, as if in pain

“Are you okay?” He asked, sure he was mad at you, but he still loved you and cared about you

“I…I don’t know—shit” You said again, groaning in pain

He quickly rushed to you, helping you walk to your marui

“Its okay—I got you…” He said, comforting you as you kept feeling the pain

Once you got to your marui, he helped you sit down

“Okay—stay here, I’m gonna call the Tsahik”

“No!” You said, “I’m fine now”

He stopped and realized what you did

You tricked him so he can stop ignoring you

“Very smart” He rolled his eyes, about to leave until you grabbed his hand

“Neteyam, please…” You said, your eyes tearing up

He sighed, sitting down and waiting for you to speak

“I didn’t forget you” You said

“Clearly” He said

“You didn’t listen to me—“

“You left without me!” He yelled

“You didn’t want to leave!” You yelled back and he went quiet, “I tried to tell you. I tried to tell you Neteyam, I lost too much in that forest. I hated every second I was there. You were the only thing I cared about”

“And it shows.” He said, “You just ran off and found another guy to keep you company.”

“That’s not what happened!” You snapped, tears sliding down your cheeks, “I needed to leave! Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done! I had to go out all alone into some random village filled with strangers! And I tried to forget you, I really did. But I don’t think you know how hard it is to forget someone when part of them is in you!”

Neteyam froze, he looked to your stomach, and back to you

“It’s…mine?” He asked in shock

“Yes you skxawng!” You yelled at him

He nervously laughed, a smile finding its way on his face, his eyes still wide

“It’s mine…oh eywa, it’s mine” He whispered, placing his head on your stomach, hearing the heartbeat, he looked to you, cradling your face, “You’re carrying my child? Mine?”

You nodded at him, he hugged you tight, kissing your forehead

You were back, back into his arms, carrying part of him in you. He was going to make sure you never leave again

ok this sucked so bad im sorry for everyone who was expecting a way better ending.

#avatar fanficiton #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader

[harrystylesfan2686]

Ferryman

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron!Reader.

Summary: (I have no idea how to summarize this.)

Warnings: slight mention of suicide and hating oneself.

A/N: This is an idea i got after watching TVD and Legacies. For those who dont know, Ferryman is a psychopomp, the ferryman of the Greek underworld, also known as Hades. He carries the souls of those who have been given funeral rites across the rivers Acheron and Styx, which separate the worlds of the living and the dead. This definition is taken from wikipedia. I changed the legand a little bit. I hope you like this. 🫶

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My life changed entirely after me and my sisters were forced in the world of fae.

Being thrown in a cauldron and turned into a powerful being can be dreadful after having heard all the stories about fae. Hearing how cruel they were to humankind sure was terrifying but after knowing what they looked like and how they acted, I have different thoughts.

The man male, my sister married is one of the most powerful lords of Prythian. One that is so sweet to two of my sisters and so rude to the other.

After we were all thrown into the cauldron, we all got different powers along with our immortal bodies. As we slowly discovered our powers, we got our names too. Elain got named a Seer, discovering her ability of supernatural insight. Nesta became The Death Lady, because of her silver flames.

And I?

I became the Ferryman.

The one who connects the living world and after life. The one who carries souls to their finale destination after death. The anchor guilding the lost souls.

Every fae that dies has to touch me in order to go to the after life. Now while they have a painless journey, I on the other hand, feel everything they did while dying. When they touch me, I feel thier pain, distress, sadness and everything that filled them in their last moments.

At first I was alright with it. But it got tiring very quickly. Then I started despised it. And now? I'm petrified.

I fear it so much, I'm starting to hate myself. I dread my every living moment, just fearing that I will see a soul lurking around and will have to send them to the other side. Feeling thier pain and going through it all over again.

Everyday exactly like the one before. See a soul, touch, feel, hurt, and do it again and again with no end in sight.

Can't you just handle it and get over yourself?

Nesta had hissed at me when I tried to share my feelings to her. Indeed, she was in pain too but she isn't the only person our father's death has effected. I wasn't there that day. At least they got to see father for one last time before he died. I didn't. I was held up in a tent, following Rhysands commands, saying it's too dangerous for me out there.

Her cruel words still roam my head everytime I try to feel sorry for myself. I can't communicate my feelings to anyone anymore.

Feyre forced me to reveal myself one day and couldn't do anything else as she, too, doesn't understand what I go through everyday. She told me that she'll see what she can do and try to help me but hasn't said or done anything else so I believe nothing can be done about this except to accept it just as what it is.

I just suffer in silence and not tell anyone.

-☆-

I take a sip from the wine bottle I stole from Rhysand's finest wine stock, and rest it between my spread legs, holding the bottle from it's neck. I look down at the mountains beyond me. My legs dangling off as I sit on the balcony edge.

It's starfall tonight.

And I'm sitting on a balcony of the only room I saw empty. It only views is mountains, lining up from The House Of Wind, of all sizes and shapes.

It's a beautiful site.

Stars in the dark sky, shining down on the mountains and forests that rest between them. I can see nothing but the hills and the beautiful start sky. It's so peaceful not being around strangers and just staying here, lost in the nature, drinking wine and just being with your own thoughts.

"What are you doing here alone?" A deep voice asks behind me. I don't turn to see who it is, already knowing it is the Spymaster.

"What does it seem like?" I take another sip of the wine. The sound of boats against the floor, walking towards me. His presence looms behind me, his shadows already wrapping around me. They seem to like me. Always surrounding me whenever we are near. I raise my free hand to play with one.

"You going to fall." He grunts.

"Nothing's going to happen. It's not like I can die." I chuckle at the irony, the sound doesn't seem real.

It's true. I truly cannot die. I'm the anchor, after all. If I die, nobody is going to get their haven after life. I tried a few months ago, when I finally decided I couldn't live in this much pain my entire life. It didn't work. I'm still standing. I did end up with a lot of injuries though.

I take another sip.

"I hope you know you can talk to me whenever you want. We can sit without talking too." He sits beside me. Dangling his feet off of the edge too.

I silently offer him the wine bottle. He silently accepts. We sit there for god knows how long, just quietly passing the wine around and looking out in the sky. Drinking and enjoying one another's company in silence. I feel good, comfortable around him.

Suddenly stars start to move. Skiping through the sky, shimmering glitter. Colors of all kinds fill the sky. I breath out. My lips tug up on thier own, curling into a small smile I can not contain.

"It's truly beautiful, isn't it." My eyes on the stars when I speak to Azriel.

"It truly is." He whispers.

I force my eyes to move to him, noticing he's not looking at the sky.

He's looking at me.

His eyes on my face, switching between my eyes and lips. I feel a rush to my cheeks. For a minute we don't move at all. Just looking at each other, drinking in how we look under the sparkling colourfull stars.

We smile at the same time and look away from one another.

For the first time in a while, my face holds a genuine smile.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

(y/n) being there for Shoko when no one else is even after her boyfriend Gojo got sealed

Pairing: Shoko x bestie!reader; Gojo x girlfriend!reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: Shibuya brings even a strong and collected woman like Shoko down to her knees. Especially when you, the only person who seems to truly care about her, ask her about her well-being when your boyfriend just got sealed....

Warnings: bestie - energy incoming, I know I said I'm not able to write hurt anymore, but I feel sooo sorry for my girl Shoko and she's so underrated, that's why she definetely deserves her own fic okay😭 also added Satoru and even more hurt to this lol, just a cute lil micro fic so don't expect that much of a plot line

„I thought you quit smoking some time ago.”

“What the hell is your lazy ass doing here? Aren’t you supposed to die on the battlefield like everyone else?”

“Huh, seems like I didn’t get that message.”

Your sly grin paired with the sheer amount of crimson that covers your frame makes Shoko’s blood freeze in her veins in an instant.

“Why didn’t you come earlier, idiot? Can’t you see that you’re about to die?”

“I’m not dying when you are around, babe.”

You lean against the mirror of the abandoned public toilet you and Shoko are in, watching in silence as she puts out her cigarette in the marble of the expensive looking sink behind you.

What a hell of a day. No, what a hell of a life. You came here with no real plan, just following after Satoru to get him going. Well, you definitely didn’t expect your boyfriend to get sealed in front of your very own eyes. Just like you didn’t expect to find the corpses of Kento Nanami and your student Nobara Kugisaki, laying in pieces on the cold ground of this cursed train station. Fuck, not even you were enough to protect them, not even the infamous girlfriend of Satoru Gojo was enough to stop this fucking madness.

“You look like shit”, Shoko comments dryly, her eyes fixed on the multiple wounds that special grade curse inflicted on you in his beach sphere.

“Just like you. When was the last time you’ve slept, Ieiri?”

It should scare her, the fact that she can’t put a finger on a single night this month. Since Geto and Haibara left, she always remained in the shadows of the friendship that used to exist when times seemed to be easier. Not even you were able to fix that. You, who came like a ray of sunshine in her life. You, the girlfriend of Satoru since being in your first year. You, the only person who seems to really care about her. No, not even the fact that you survived this hell is enough to get over the fact how many people died that night.

“I don’t know”, Shoko finally mumbles.

Why the hell do her eyes start to water, slowly but surely taking her sight? She’s been through some shit since being a jujutsu sorcerer, never belonging anywhere due to the fact that her reversed technique is too important to get risked. People come and go, countless lives ended on the table of her office, even the one of her lover. But this night…

Nanami and Nobara’s deaths, Megumi and Ino almost losing their lives, all the others she hasn’t heard a single word from since they left a few hours ago, her oldest friend sealed until who knows when.

And then there’s you, sitting in front of her severely injured, barely able to make it to her. You are here.

And it seems like you are everything that’s left.

“Hey, don’t you dare to cry. Or I…”

The big lump forming in your throat stops you from speaking any further. God, how much you hate the concept of crying, how useless shedding some tears is. But at this moment, with the dark circles underneath your best friend’s eyes in front of your sight, with the singing fact that you might not be able to ever see your boyfriend again, you begin to crumble.

“Fuck, you can’t believe how glad I am you’re here, Shoko.”

There you sit, staring into each other’s glossy eyes while your hand grabs hers roughly.

“How are you feeling?”, you breathe out.

“I feel like shit, (y/n). I feel like all I do is sitting in the dark while everyone around me dies. I feel so fucking lonely and useless”, she blurts out, her head sinking into your lap with her hands holding onto your uniform for dear life.

The girl who always looked so cool, the girl with enough sass for whole Jujutsu High. Even though you were constantly able to tell because of the numbness in her orbs, you never thought that she feels this bad. Your best friend, the person you spent most of the time with aside from Satoru.

Satoru, Shoko…You feel like dying from the inside, tears now running down your very own cheeks like a waterfall.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save them. Not Kento, not Nobara, not Suguru. Fuck, I wasn’t even able to protect my own boyfriend…I-I…I wasn’t even able to say goodbye”, you cry out.

“B-but…I have you, right? After all, you’re my bestie for life…”

Her bloody eyes dart towards you, a weak smile forming itself on her lips.

“Don’t you dare to cry about that white-haired idiot. Do you really think he lets himself get sealed and just stays in there? He’s just as annoying as you are, (y/n).”

You huff while shaking your head, a little giggle escaping your lips.

“And yes, you have me. I’ll always have your back.”

“And I’ve got yours”, you reply in an instant.

“You’ll never be alone, Shoko. I’d rather crawl back to you like the biggest idiot than leaving you alone in this hell. It’s somehow better with two, isn’t it?”

Shoko lifts herself off your lap, wiping her tears away in the most unlady-like manner you’ve ever seen. All these years, she always felt alone in a room full of people, always out of place even though being told over and over just how important she is. But you…you see so much more in her than just a useful tool. No, you look at her as a friend, you look at her with true curiosity in your eyes, like you care about her well-being.

You’re standing by her side no matter what.

“I hate to admit it, but somehow you right I guess.”

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[evermorehoon]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ reshaping reality

idol pairing: jake x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: angst, fluff!

warnings: memory loss, separation, some crying of course, unintentionally recreating a meet cute, happy ending!

A/N: well say hello to my comeback work! idk I felt bad about the first one so I made this one to compensate and give y/n a happy ending. seeing as I did write this quite quickly, it might not be good since im very rusty and my fluff is ass😭 but anyway, feedback and appreciation is appreciated in any form so enjoy♡

here's part one in case you wanna refresh your memory (unlike someone lmao)

It was difficult watching Jake slowly regain his memories from a distance. You wanted to be with him, help bring back old memories, maybe even dig up old feelings.

But it had been weeks now and no one wanted to overwhelm him, especially after learning about the deaths of his two best friends. He was inconsolable, his head aching horribly from the crying and struggling to piece things together.

You'd left a questionable impression on him, seeing as his only memory of you is you crying by his bedside and being thankful that he was alive. Who were you, why was my family looking at you so sadly, what are you to me?

“I wondered about this for a while now,” he said aloud to the two memorials in front of him. The pictures of his friends were propped prettily on the table, allowing him to speak as though they were listening to him.

“My family seems to know her but no one wants to tell me who she is. Do you guys know?”

Silence.

“Maybe she can help me remember some of the last few years..”

He was told that there was a chance he wouldn't recover his memories due to the extensive brain damage. His head hurt every time he tried to make himself remember something but flashes of your face would appear in his dreams. He knew you must've been important enough to constantly cross his mind. His next step was to find out why.

Sometimes you'd sit on the edge of your bed, staring at your wedding dress as it hung from the closet door. You would set it out and just look at it. It was a beautiful dress, not a speck of dust on it from how well you cared for it. You were skeptical of wearing it again as it took you back to the worst day of your life.

You knew you could never marry another, especially in this dress. Perhaps the universe was telling you that it wasn't meant to be. That you should slowly move on.

But you'd look down at the rose gold promise ring given to you by your then boyfriend for your one year anniversary together. The engagement ring felt too painful to wear and you never had the chance to even see the wedding ring.

Maybe he won't remember you again, but his heart might.

It had been several months since you'd last seen Jaeyun. He was slowly making up the last few years, having given up on trying to remember old memories he decided to just make new ones. Even if it meant leaving you out of the picture.

He had managed to relearn some of his degree without having to do it again. He was still the quick learner he'd always been but he was made to take it easy at work, his colleagues reintroducing themselves slowly so as to not overwhelm him.

“How was the wedding?”

Jake blinked in confusion when it came up in conversation with a few of his colleagues. He looked completely clueless, shrugging with a nervous chuckle.

“What wedding?”

The others exchanged confused glances as one scratched their head, the air suddenly growing thicker with silence.

“Seriously, guys. Who got married? Was it maybe Jaein? He seems pretty nice.”

It's clear his smile was genuine. And, judging by the look of pure curiosity in his eyes, he was never told that he was in an accident on his wedding day. He was always puzzled by the picture of him and another woman smiling on his desk.

The conversation had died down rather quickly as the others left him hanging, leaving him to return to his desk with a puzzled expression. He sat down with a click of his tongue before looking down at that picture once more.

It had been sitting there for months since he never had the heart to take it off his desk. Looking at it gave him a little warmth in his heart. It gave him a seemingly comforting yet rather unfamiliar feeling, like looking at the woman in the picture was all he was meant to look at.

Then the glimmer of the rose gold ring on his left hand caught his attention. He tilted his head, gently fiddling with it. Taking it off felt wrong as his finger felt empty without it.

“I have to find that girl…” He thought to himself, trying to find a good way to approach you.

According to you, you missed him and you were happy he was okay. You were also in a significant amount of tears, so you must've been very close to him.

But then he sighed. It had been months since he'd last seen you, who knew if you even wanted to meet up with him. He was the one who decided to remake memories instead of hurting his head trying to remember the past.

He couldn't seem to understand why his family didn't say anything about you. Perhaps they thought he would remember you considering how big of a part you played in his life.

But how would you react if he suddenly asked so many questions? About the ring, the picture on his desk, your reaction when you saw him? Perhaps you'd be a little too uncomfortable with his presence after he left you behind without thinking.

Then, he'd thought of an idea.

Meanwhile, for you, the last few months were just numb and depressing. You thought it was for the best, letting him move onto a different path and ensuring his happiness. You felt selfish in wanting to force him to remember you so you could go back to your old life.

However, you went back to work as normal even with a somber look in your eyes. The house you lived in didn't feel like a home anymore. You couldn't smell the delicious 2am ramen he would cook as a late-night snack for you two. The house was cold and lifeless without his warm aura and hearty laughter to fill the rooms.

You missed him terribly. You sometimes wanted to cry when you remembered that you would never wake up to his fluffy bed hair and sleepy expression or his sweet smile that could light the town.

But alas, you never thought you could experience it again. All love ever did was break and burn and end. At least, that's what you thought. You hoped and prayed that maybe he'll remember that you were meant to be.

Jake had moved back to his parents house as his family helped him in every way they could. He sometimes sat in his room, scrolling through his gallery, seeing you in so many pictures.

His heart swelled with warmth when he saw your smile. He chuckled when he saw videos of you two laughing together. How was he not with you right now? It's clear you two were in love, so why couldn't he bring himself to finally talk to you?

He seemed a little… afraid. Yes, afraid of what would happen. Just because you were lovers before the accident doesn't mean you still love him. Maybe his presence will interfere with your healing, maybe you've made peace with this and moved on.

But he'd never know unless he tried. So he gathered up the courage to think of something, some kind of way to ‘accidentally’ run into you.

And judging by one of the pictures in his gallery, he may know just the place.

The coffee shop. As cliché as it may be, you found solace in the atmosphere of a good coffee shop. It was a good environment to work in, all while having even more coffee than before. Your caffeine intake increased steadily over the past few weeks as it was the only thing that could calm you down these days.

Seated in the back of the café, your gaze fixed on your laptop with a cappuccino by your side as you typed. You mastered the ability to block out the world, not allowing your mind to wander because it would almost always make its way back to him.

“Are you using this?”

You froze almost instantaneously, your fingers slightly shaking from how quickly you stilled. That voice was familiar, you remember hearing that same sentence years ago.

It's when you look up, your heart sinks to the ground. There he stood right beside you.

His round glasses and coffee brown eyes, just how you remembered him. He looked like he hadn't aged a day as he looked like the same Sim Jaeyun you met in the university library all those years ago.

“What?” You asked softly, trying to confirm if all of this was real.

“The plug.” His voice sounded much more mature as he pointed to his laptop bag.

You didn't know whether he was intentionally recreating the day you first met or if he's still trying to jog his memory. His face was still uncertain so it was clear he didn't remember doing this before.

You shook your head, allowing him to sit opposite you and plug his laptop in. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off you, his heart felt warm and calm now that he was face to face with the woman he sees in his dreams and in his pictures.

“Is there something on my face?”

Your voice knocked him out of his thoughts as you asked softly. He shook his head, trying to play it off.

“Uh, no… you just look familiar..” he chuckled softly before looking down, realizing that it probably wasn't the best thing to say at that moment.

It was possibly the most awkward encounter you two have ever had. Neither could speak, focusing on typing some documents and whatnot. You would look up occasionally at him, noticing his little habits and knowing he never changed one bit. He still tapped his lips gently when he was thinking (one of his cutest habits in your opinion).

That was until you decided to speak up rather quietly and cautiously.

“Do you remember now?”

He looked up at you, unsure of what to say. He couldn't say he did, because he didn't. All he had was a feeling. A magnetic pull toward you that he couldn't avoid.

“No,” he said softly as he shook his head.

“What are you nervous about?”

“Nervous? I'm not nervous…”

“You fiddle with your ring when you're nervous.”

He looked down at his hands, unknowingly fiddling with his rose gold ring. He was slightly surprised by your observation, not knowing that you'd known him long enough to memorize his every habit.

The conversation died as quickly as it began, the two of you going back to working again. He could tell you seemed uneasy and uncertain. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked. He didn't seem like he wanted to leave but, if he did, it would mean he'd leave forever.

You thought for a few seconds before speaking.

“I want to start over.”

There's that familiar warmth in Jake's heart every time he sees you in the café. You greeted him with a warm smile, now on your second meeting.

You had somehow agreed to completely wipe the slate clean. You thought to yourself that you would never know if he still loved you unless you went through everything all over again. Life had given you a reset button, and who were you to deny it?

Sure you would grow a little impatient here and there but you constantly reminded yourself that you're taking it easy for his sake. To him, you're a familiar stranger even though he's the love of your life. You pretended to learn about habits and hobbies and interests you already knew.

It felt like you were falling in love again. He was just as beautiful, funny, and smart as he was when you first dated. His hangouts were just as sweet as before.

You watched him with fondness in your eyes as he'd cover his mouth with one hand while he laughed. His adorable laughter rang through your ears like a soothing tune.

The hangouts turned into weeks of courting and into months of dating.

Everyone was thrilled to know you two were back together again. But the uncertainty of whether he wanted to marry you or not still hung over your head. He seemed to have given up on remembering, making a scrapbook of new memories of you two.

And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he proposed once more. He'd gotten a new ring to replace the one that haunted you at times. He'd moved back in with you, filling the house with his radiant warmth and turning it into a home once more.

Time went by so quickly that you couldn't believe you were back in the same position as a few years ago. Standing in a white dress with a bouquet of origami orange flowers, which Jake picked and hand-made.

Walking down the aisle and clutching onto your bouquet, it all felt like a dream. Your future husband waiting for you at the altar with the biggest smile on his face, surrounded by the people you love most. Everything was finally coming true, all because you took the chance to let it all begin again.

I feel like the ending is a little rushed I am so sorry😭😭

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[sydsaint]

Love Of My Life <3

Summary: The reader shows up to her hotel room late in the morning after a particularly interesting night out. Upon arriving back to her hotel room, she is confronted by her best friend regarding her whereabouts.

It's around 10 o'clock in the morning when you finally make it back to yours and Mia's hotel room. You turn the knob slowly with your free hand, clutching your jacket and purse in the other. You pray that Mia has already gotten up and is at the gym, which will spare you the embarrassment of explaining where you've been.

"YN LN!" Mia screams at you as soon as the door creeks open.

"Hey, Mia." You slip into the room with a sheepish smile. "You're here late. Skipping the gym today?" You joke with her.

Mia moves across the room at lightening speed toward you. You wince as she stops just inches in front of you with a worried and annoyed look on her face.

"Where in the world have you been?" Mia confronts you, setting her hands on your shoulders. "I've been worried sick!" She scolds you.

"Okay, mom." You giggle. "Sorry, my phone died so I couldn't text to and let you know I wasn't coming back last night." You explain.

Mia lets you go and you head over to your bed so you can set your stuff down. You walk over to your bed and plop down onto the mattress with a sigh. Mia eyes you curiously, catching a glimpse of what appears to be some hickeys littering your chest and neck but skillfully hidden by your shirt for the moment.

"Oh my gosh!" Mia walks over to your bed. "You were with someone last night?" She points to your neck.

"What? Pfft, no." You lie. "That's a bruise from my curling iron." You insist.

Mia doesn't believe a word coming out of your mouth as you lie to her. But she backs off for a moment to give you some space. You rest for a moment before you get back up and head for the bathroom. Mia follows after you and watches you walk like you're legs are bothering you.

"YN, girl." Mia trails after you. "The hickies? The sore legs? Who dicked you down last night, girl?" She asks you.

"I'll never tell." You giggle and turn on the shower. "As eager as you sound, you might try and steal him from me." You joke.

Mia laughs and twirls the ring on her finger. "Right." She rolls her eyes at lets you shower.

Later into the day, you and Mia head down to the arena for Smackdown. The two of you head for the locker rooms and get changed for the tag match that you've got against the Kabuki Warriors later.

"Damn, YN." Mia catches another glimpse of the various hickies and love-bites on your neck and chest while you're changing. "I hope that you brought extra foundation." She jokes. "Unless you want the whole world to know you were getting freaky last night with someone."

You laugh and pull out a brand new bottle of foundation from your makeup bag. "I've got that covered, thanks." You assure her.

"YN." Mia whines and scoots up next to you. "Come on! Tell me who it was!" She begs.

"Nope." You shake your head. "You can guess. But I'm not giving you any hints besides the fact that it's someone we work with." You insist.

Mia groans and you flash an amused smile as you watch the wheels in her head turn. Mia sits in silence for a while lost in thought while you apply your makeup.

"Come up with an answer yet, Mia?" You ask her once you're makeup is done.

"Austin Theory? Or Grayson Waller? Or both?" Mia asks you.

You burst out laughing and shake your head. "Mia!" You giggle. "No! Neither of them."

Mia groans again and the two of you head out to catch your match. You arrive down at the ramp a bit early so you hang out and watch LA Knight finish up a match against Santos Escobar.

You watch the tv monitor intently, soaking up Knight's charisma through the screen. Mia notices you're staring and ponders on whether or not you've just accidently given yourself away in regards to who you where with last night.

Knight's match ends and he heads backstage. You and Mia pass him on your way out and you lock eyes with the Megastar for a moment.

"YN." Knight nods to you as you pass him. "Why the throwback outfit?" He asks you slyly. "Hiding something?"

You smile to yourself and roll your eyes at Knight's comment. You and Mia head down to the ring and Mia is pestering you with questions the moment you're in the ring.

"LA Knight?" Mia confronts you. "Oh, YN, girl. You have got to give me details later." She pleads with you.

"Mia! No!" You laugh.

You and Mia pick up a lucky win against the Kabuki Warriors and head backstage again. Mia is quick to start pestering you again once you're back in the locker room.

"YN come on!" Mia insists. "Did you see how you looked when you came back to the hotel this morning?" She asks you. "Because I did. He gave it to you good, girl. And I need details!"

"No, Mia. Not happening." You laugh.

Mia hovers at your side, unrelenting in her quest for the intimate details of your night. "Come on! Just some small details!" She asks again. "Is he kinky? I bet he's kinky. What position? Doggy? No! Cowgirl? He kinds seems like a cowgirl type of man to me."

"Mia Yim!" You burst out laughing and shake your head. "You are married!" You remind her. "Do i need to call your husband and let him know that you're pestering me about my sex life?" You threaten her jokingly.

"Bold of you to assume he cares." Mia giggles.

You and Mia both laugh and get packed up to head out. You are in the middle of packing away your boots carefully into your bag when someone knocks on the door. Mia answers and you see her step out into the hall before you can see who's at the door.

You don't pay much attention to Mia's absence until you hear a familiar hearty chuckle out in the hall. Your eyes widen as you realize whos out in the hall with Mia and sprint to the door.

"Mia!" You stumble out into the hall and find Mia leaned up against the doorframe and chatting with LA Knight. "Go! Out! Now!" You grab her shoulder and pull her back into the locker room.

"YN, darlin'." Knight chuckles as you shove Mia back into the locker room. "You're friend here is quite the curious little lamb." He teases.

You turn around and glare at Mia before turning back to Knight. "I am so sorry about her." You apologize.

"Don't be!" Knight waves his hand dismissively. "I ain't shy, darlin', you know that." He reminds you. "Happy to share some fun details with a mutual friend." He winks at Mia behind you. "Anyway, we still on for tonight?" He turns his attention back to you.

"Yeah yeah." You nod. "Just give me a minute to grab my bags and beat my best friend." You turn back to Mia.

Knight chuckles again as you shove Mia back into the locker room. He hears you and Mia laughing and playfully arguing for a moment before you pop back into the hall with your bags in hand.

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The Babysitter (33)

Talk To Me

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Talk To Me

If Wanda had to describe your current state in one word it would have to be irritated. She watched with furrowed brows as you remained silent in the car as well as in the hospital, not uttering a word for most of the day, simply letting the older woman's fingers play with yours whenever she wanted, your body language screaming your annoyance with something. Wanda's concern only grew when you shut the car door with a little more force than necessary, sighing in defeat as you trudged up her parent's drive to retreat back to the house after another day of waiting in the hospital for any more news on Natalya's recovery, the doctor's tests taking a while for the results to come in. She followed you into the house, nothing but worry entering her mind as you went straight upstairs, muttering that you were going to go for a shower, not even waiting for the older woman's reply before grabbing some clothes and shutting the door.

While Wanda brewed in anxiety your mind drowned in irritation and annoyance mixed along with sadness and grief, your mind unable to stop the negative thoughts that flickered through your mind. You were angry. Angry at the world, yourself, just fucking everything. The day started off as amazing as it could, yourself and Wanda getting ready to spend the day in the hospital but as the day dragged on, your apprehension of being in the hospital grew bit by bit, eventually gnawing away at your mind and causing you to take a small walk which only made things worse.

You didn't know it was possible to feel the pain you did when you stumbled across another emergency room, a family rushing in with distress written across their faces as doctors ushered a man on a stretcher through, the words 'car crash' and 'drunk driver' triggering a wave of emotions to wash through you as the only thing you could think about was your dad. All you could possibly think about was the fact that he died alone, how you weren't there to see him go, how you were too late. He was gone and you didn't get to say goodbye.

The words your mother screamed at you in the hospital rang around your head as you slowly made your way back to Natalya's room, plastering a fake smile on your face as you sat in silence for the rest of the day, losing the battle to your depressing thoughts as you simmered in despondency and agitation. You hated the fact that all you could think about was how you never got to do this, how you never got to sit with your dad, waiting for the doctors to come back with results saying he was alright to leave soon but it never happened. These thoughts then caused you to become annoyed with yourself, almost ashamed at where your thoughts went because you were here for Natalya and Wanda, not yourself. You were making this all about you and being selfish but you couldn't help it.

 The discomfort of being in a hospital eventually reached its tipping point and the early accident with the stranger just seemed to cause all of these emotions to pile onto you at once, along with the guilt and shame of becoming a problem for Wanda, your mind berating you for making her worry about something else when her mother was clearly stressing her out still.

Your head lolled against the tiled wall in the shower as your mind was relentless with these pestering doubts and concerns, the emotions overwhelming as you just tried to keep it together for Wanda's sake, able to hear her faint footsteps outside the door, the way she seemed to pace a little before retreating away from the door. A tired sigh left you as you turned the shower off, quickly getting changed into some pyjamas as it was rather late, eventually opening the bathroom door to see Wanda laying on the bed, smiling fondly at her phone as Natasha had called her with the twins to say goodnight.

Her green softened at the sight of you, brows furrowing a little as she could practically see the conflicted emotions clouding around you, her telling the boys that you were still in the bathroom and unable to say goodnight before chatting a little more, letting you quietly wander around the room for what you needed until she hung up, her attention completely focussed on you now.

"Detka?" she softly calls, watching as you continue to distract yourself a little, confusion flowing through her as you had been perfectly alright the last few days. "Come to bed, it's late," the older woman suggests, her green fixated on yours as you hesitate on her words, eventually giving in and climbing into the bed, your body naturally gravitating towards hers, just not as close as normal. "What's wrong?" she whispers, letting her hand slide over your abdomen as you laid on your back in the small bed next to her, your eyes not meeting hers as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine," you whisper, trying your best to make your voice sound convincing but Wanda knew you, something was clearly wrong.

"Detka-"

"Can we just go to sleep?" You interrupt, clearly not wanting to talk, sighing a little as your eyes flutter close, Wanda's hand stilling against you as her head tilts to look at you properly.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong," you can hear the concern in her voice but it only makes you feel more ashamed of your behaviour, especially after having promised Natalya that you'd always care for her as you were now the reason for her worry. Her hand gently cupped your cheek, turning your head to meet her enticing green, her eyes searching yours for some sort of answer as you just lose yourself in hers, another sigh escaping you.

"Nothing," you say, Wanda's brows furrowing at the tone of your voice, not appreciating the exasperated sigh that followed your word, unaware that you were more angry with yourself than the woman's attempts of comforting you.

"Don't use that tone with me," she warns and you mirror her actions, brows furrowing at the sudden switch in her tone before it changes back to a more gentle tone, "And don't lie to me. Talk to me." The back of her fingers brush against your cheek, the actions so tender and caring you could feel tears prick in your eyes as she didn't deserve to be the punching bag for all your bottled up emotions, your hands lifting to cover your face.

"I'm sorry," you whisper and Wanda can hear the genuine pain and apologetic tone behind your words, "I- I did't want you to worry, I didn't, I just..." you trail off with your words, trying to form a sentence that would actually make sense, "You have enough to worry about, I don't want to add to that." Wanda's hands gently pull yours away from your face, moving hers to cradle your face as you gaze into the green you love so much, guilt having replaced the irritation she saw early.

"Detka," she coos as you hate how she's having to take care of you once again when you were supposed to be the one taking care of her right now. "I told you, you'll never be a burden to me, never," her voice emphasises her words, "Tell me what's wrong." You move your body to lay on your side, facing her as she mirrors your position, being patient with you as you figure out what you want to say.

All you can think about is how perfect she is to you, how she deserves the world and everything more, the reminder of the ring sparking something within you as Natalya clearly thinks you can give her that, encouraging you to get your act together for her.

"I hate the hospital," you whisper a little vaguely, her features softening as a tear falls from your eyes, her mind quickly remembering that moment when you waited outside of the room when the doctors informed her about her mother, the uneasy look in your eyes as you stared back at her before it flickered to a gentle gaze. "I can't stop thinking about my dad and... And how I didn't get to see him wake up," you confess, squeezing your eyes shut, Wanda's hands returning to cup your cheek and gently caress the skin there. "I just wanted to be there for you, but I'm making this about me when it shouldn't be-" A finger against your lips silences you, Wanda's expression almost in disbelief at what you were saying.

"Detka, you're feelings are always valid, just because I need you doesn't mean you can't need me too," she whispers, saddened by the fact you must have been hurt at the constant reminder of your father, her words aiming to comfort you as well as her, reassuring the both of you that you were always going to be there for one another. "I'll always be there for you, just as you're always there for me," her tone a soft murmur while you process the deeper meaning to her words, leaning up slowly to connect your lips intimately, conveying your love for her in the tender display of affection.

"I'm sorry for being so distant," you whisper against her lips after a brief period of silence, speaking once again as you could tell she was about to protest, "I just..."

"I know Detka," she whispers back, claiming your lips softly once more, "Just promise me you won't bottle everything up again, talk to me if something's bothering you."

"I promise," you sigh out, moving to hide your face at the crook of her neck, basking in the warmth and security there as the days whirlwind of emotions and stress gradually fades away, the older woman's presence soothing you. Her hands glide up and down your back, her body relaxing once she knew you felt lighter after getting your worries off of your chest, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly as your body snuggled further against her.

"I love you," your tone is barely above a whisper as you remind the woman of your feelings, that soft smile you adored tugging at her lips as her eyes fluttered close.

"I love you too Detka, I always will."

***

Stretching your body after the car ride, your back cracked in a satisfying manner as you looked over at your home, a sense of relief filling you at being back after the few days spent away at the hospital, your mind replaying the day as Wanda grabbed her stuff.

Wanda had assured you that you didn't need to come with her this morning to the hospital, especially after last night but you told her that you wanted to, feeling like you two had somehow gotten even closer after that conversation, but in retrospect the conversation seemed futile as you weren't there for long anyway.

The doctors reports came in the morning and declared Natalya fit enough to return home with appropriate measures taking place, the older woman ushering you and her daughter to go back home to the twins, not wanting any more fuss as she had grown fed up of having everyone faff about with her. You two couldn't even get in a word to protest before the older woman simply tilted her head at the two of you, her glare unwavering and signalling her adamance on you two returning home, leaving you no choice but to listen to her.

Soon enough, you were parked in the drive of the house, the sounds of children playing in the garden piquing both of your interests.

"Do you think Melina has killed anyone yet?" you chuckle out, Wanda's head snapping over to you at your words, not as aware of the dynamic between the Romanoff's as you were, "I mean, I uh," you stammer out, her sighing out in relief once she picked up on the fact your words were an attempt at humour, her lips stretching into a small smile as she shook her head gently at you in amusement, motioning for you to follow her back home.

Unlocking the door, Wanda looked ahead and noticed the older woman she knew sitting on the sofa reading, her lips tugging into a relieved smile at the arrival of you two. You watched as the two engaged in a brief hug, Melina stealing Wanda away as your girlfriend told you to check on the boys and relieve your friends of their babysitting duties.

You found it ironic how you were once the boys' babysitter and now you were the one who was coming home to them, but you didn't say anything as you simply made your way outside, searching for the four bundles of chaos.

"Y/n!" The twins cheered, running over to hug you until they were stopped as Natasha crashed into your arms first, hugging you in relief as you were finally home.

"Never leave me with all three of them again," she pleaded, your smile widening as you wrapped your arms around your best friend in gratitude, truly unable to think of a way to thank her for what she had done for you.

"I won't," you chuckled out as two smaller bodies joined in on the hug, "I can't make any promises about Yelena though, she is your sister," you teased, the redhead rolling her eyes at your remark as her sister walked over with Fanny, the dog sitting by your side and staring up at you with her big brown eyes and tongue hanging out of her mouth, the sight adorable.

After another squeeze from Nat, you all eventually parted from the hug, the twins wanting their own separate ones, your hand ruffling Tommy's hair while your fingers gently fixed Billy's, both of them smiling at the endearing actions.

You didn't notice how Wanda watched from the backdoor with Melina, her heart melting in her chest at the sight of you with the boys, a warmth replacing the slight dread that was there, her legs taking her over to where you were to join you.

"Mom!" the boys both greet in elated tones, hugging her tightly, your face softening at the sight of the twins welcoming their mother before your eyes flicker up to look at Wanda's face, noticing the slight indecipherable glint in her eyes, your brows briefly furrowing. Tommy soon grabs your hand and drags you into the hug, making you and their mother laugh softly as they hug you both as tight as possible.

You can hear the teasing remarks from Yelena and Nat but Melina quickly shuts them up, your lips pulling up into a smirk at their sudden quietness, Natasha unable to stop the chuckle escaping her at your grin when you part from the family hug, leaving Wanda to have a moment with her children.

Natasha tells you all about the last couple days with the twins, informing you of how much of a bad influence Yelena was and how she kept causing mischief with Tommy. Billy was his usual shy self and you laughed a little at how he seemed to still be intimidated by Melina, his little body timid as he moved past her towards you again, instantly melting into your body for another hug as you propped your head on his from the seat you were in, letting him stay with you as Natasha continued to tell you all about the activities they did. You couldn't get rid of the smile that was etched onto your face as Billy took over from the redhead, telling you his experience of the film they watched, your tone humouring him as he recalled the dramatic events.

While listening to the boy in your arms, you grew increasingly aware of the lack of his brother's presence, your head lifting off his to search for Tommy until a scream escapes you when he snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and shouting 'boo'. His laughter was so contagious, you all ended up chuckling in the garden at your reaction, the older women who returned from inside looking baffled at the sight of all of you giggling together.

A smile naturally took over their faces as they walked over to you, your fingers wiping away the tears of laughter that had escaped you, your gaze focussing on Wanda as she approached you. To say you were in awe of her was an understatement, you were utterly amazed by her beauty every time you saw her, your look conveying your admiration of the woman as she sat with you, wrapping her arm around your waist as she listened to her boys attempt to tell her why everyone was laughing, the two of them breaking into laughter every time.

Wanda's smile only grew at her children's constant laughter, your gaze unable to break away from her smile as she simply savoured the moment, her lips briefly pressing against your forehead in an affectionate manner.

Time seemed to pass by effortlessly as you all sat out in the garden chairs, Melina and her daughters deciding to tell as many embarrassing stories about you as possible, your eyes flickering over from the redhead you were glaring at to Wanda, noticing how she seemed to be a little distant, her smile still present though as she laughed along with what was being said, her gradual shift in mood being noticed by you.

As the sun started to set, casting a gentle warm glow in the garden, the Romanoff's decided it was time to leave, Fanny a little reluctant as the twins were giving her as many cuddles as possible, Melina telling her daughters to get their stuff to let the twins play with their new friend a little longer.

"Thank you," you whisper to Natasha as you follow her in to grab the stuff she had brought, Yelena also with the two of you, "Both of you, it honestly means so much to me." Your tone is honest and sincere, the sisters smiling at your gentle tone, both of them noticing the grateful glint in your eyes.

You were surprised when Yelena came over and hugged you, your arms wrapping around her as she let you embrace her, Natasha watching with a fond smile.

"You're welcome," the blonde whispers in a soft tone before her words turn more teasing, never having enjoyed serious conversations or tones, "Aunty Yelena is their new favourite person so it's ok." You can't help but chuckle at her words, shaking your head as you just know she's milked that nickname, having used it at any opportunity.

"You better not be stealing my spot as number one," you warn, making them both laugh as you help collect the last of their things.

"I've already stolen it," she snickers back, you staring at the blonde, trying to hide your smile.

"Cyka," you mutter in their native language, her sticking her tongue out at you before Natasha mutters something else in Russian to her, most likely teasing you further judging by the look on Yelena's face. Rolling your eyes, you throw Nat's bag to her, making her catch it before following you back down the stairs where their mother was waiting for them, ready to go back home.

***

After the Romanoffs had left, Wanda wanted a nice family night together, cuddling up with both of the twins on the sofa as you watched a random film, the woman's smile not quite reaching her ears, before eating junk food for dinner as neither of you feel like cooking, the time once again passing effortlessly by until it was bedtime, Billy asking a question that made yourself and Wanda pause.

"Where did you two go?" he asked innocently, his curiosity having gotten the better of him as Wanda's hand smoothed over the duvet she just tucked him in with. Her smile faltered at his words, that same indecipherable glint in her eyes returning as she sat on the bed with him, her teeth biting down on her lip as tears seemed to build in her eyes, your hand resting on her knee as you sat on Tommy's bed, offering her a reassuring smile and squeeze.

"We had to go and visit Grandma," she says, voice wavering slightly. "She was in the hospital," she explains, both of the twins' faces morphing into concern and worry.

"What happened?" Tommy asks, voice evidently filled with anxiety for his grandma's health.

"She was very ill, but the doctors helped her as best as they could, so now she's going to be able to get better," Wanda explains, not wanting to go too much into detail with them, "But it will take a while, so we have to be supportive of Grandma, ok?" Both boys nod their heads, relief taking over them but still a small sense of worry lingering in the room.

"Can we go and see her?" Billy asks in a quiet voice, your face sympathetic as Wanda's hands busy themselves with his duvet as a distraction.

"Not yet Dorogoy," she whispers, knowing that she'd have to recover a bit more before the twins could see her. "But soon," she assures them, part of her a little scared she was giving them false hope despite the doctor's confidence in her recovery. "Now come on, it's time for bed Dorogie," her tone becomes softer and more motherly, her eyes flickering between her two children as they get comfy in their bed, her lips delicately pressing to both of their foreheads before she stands to leave with you, turning off the light after murmuring goodnight.

As soon as their door shuts, you wrap your arms around her, your heart breaking as she grasps onto the back of your shirt, her body melting into yours. Slowly, you guide her to the bedroom to make sure the twins didn't hear, your hands soothingly gliding up and down her back as she lets out all the emotions that had been brewing all day, her cries filling the room.

"Hey," you coo as her odd behaviour clicks, understanding her emotional state as it was hard to pretend that everything was alright for the boys, especially when the conversation could have taken a different route. "Talk to me," you whisper, copying her words from last night to let her know you were here for her too, just like she said. You would always be there for her.

She sniffles against your shirt, wiping her tears away with her hand before looking into your eyes, seeing the concern and love swirling in them. Unable to stop herself, more cries are torn out of her as she just can't stop thinking about what could have happened.

"I've got you," you murmur, holding her as close as possible as you give her the time to calm down, your lips pressing to the top of her head as her sobs soon quieten.

"I thought I was going to have to tell them that she..." she interrupts herself with another small, pained noise, not even wanting to say the words as she dreaded the worst. "I wouldn't have been able to tell them, I- She can't go, I can't lose her," she sighs out, closing her eyes as she rests her head against your chest as you lay down on the bed with her, her hands still tightly clutching at the hem of your shirt to ground her, "I can't."

"I know," you murmur, unsure of what to say to help comfort her, settling on letting your touch help calm her down, your fingers slipping under her shirt and repeating the soothing motion up and down the skin of her bare back. You knew the pain of losing a parent, the way the grief would consume you and you desperately didn't want her to go through it, to go through it alone like you did.

"Whatever happens, we'll go through it together, Wanda. I'm here for you, I always will be," your voice is a mere whisper as the older woman listens to your words, remaining silent afterwards after letting your words sink. While basking in the safety of your arms, the older woman sighs against you, focussing on the steady beating of your heart, noticing how the heavy weight in her chest seemed to become that little bit lighter because of you. 

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𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — ♡ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

pairing ; ellie williams x fem!reader summary ; ellie helps you relax and forget the scare you had while on patrol content warnings ; some fluff, lots of smut. top!ellie, bottom!reader, established relationship, cunnilingus (r! receiving), nipple play, fingering (r! receiving), gagging, explicit language, teasing, begging, orgasm delay, over stimulation, violence (against infected), etc. word count ; 2.3k a/n ; this is my first official fic on my blog! the last time i wrote a fic was probably 4/5 years ago so please bare with me. i apologize in advance if it isn't great and seems fast paced. feedback and constructive criticism are welcome!

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

A heavy silence hung in the air, but was quickly interrupted by an eerie screech coming from the clicker in front of you. Movement from the corner of your eye catches your gaze. You watch as Ellie carefully moves from her position behind the wooden counter. Quiet sounds of snow crunching every time she takes a step. You study her as she approaches the infected, her auburn hair gently blowing from the cool breeze of winter air, a switchblade held tightly in her right fist. Her eyebrow’s are furrowed and her sight doesn’t turn away from the clicker once, her only focus is eliminating the threat. Once close enough, she gets up from her crouched position and swiftly shoves the switchblade into the clickers throat, pulling it down to the ground as it dies. “Got you motherfucker.” she mutters, pulling the blade out if its neck and wiping the remaining blood onto her jacket. “I think that's all of them,” she says, looking back at you while closing her switchblade and putting it into her back pocket. You stand up, feeling secure enough to put your pistol into your holster. “Good, let’s get out of here-“ “Watch out!” Ellie yells. You turn around, not having any time to react to the stalker coming at you. Suddenly, you’re on the ground and the stalker is on top of you, eagerly trying to get close enough to bite you. You groan, using all your strength, along with all the adrenaline you have to push it's body away from yours, focusing on keeping its face away from you.

Everything is a blur, all you can hear is a high pitched ringing, accompanied by a headache. A sudden pressure of weight falls onto your body. You slowly open your eyes, blinking them a couple times as they focus. You hear the familiar noise of Ellie grunting as she pushes the limp infected off of you. You look down at your jacket and notice blood and scattered fungi, taking a second to compose yourself and process what just happened. “Holy shit, are you okay?” Ellie asks, a concerned look crosses her face as she looks down at you. She throws her shotgun over her shoulder, then quickly holds her cut up and bruised hand out for you. You reach out and grab it, pulling yourself up with her help. “Yeah, I think so. My heart is fucking racing.” you say, your hands slightly trembling and your chest rising up and down abnormally fast due to adrenaline still pumping through your veins. "We're losing light, let's get the fuck out of here." Ellie says, guiding you towards Shimmer. You follow silently, ready to get back to town and out of the harsh cold outdoors.

You sighed, pulling your bloody and fungi covered jacket off your body and throwing it into the horde of dirty clothes in the corner of the room. You felt Ellie's gaze burning into your back, turning around to see Ellie sitting on the edge of her bed and confirming that she was in fact, staring at you. "Take a picture It'll last longer." you say. Ellie rolls her eyes in response, leaning back in bed but refusing to avert her attention from you while you undress. "Come here." she says softly, a gentle smile across her lips. You pause for a moment, debating whether you'd rather shower or lay with your girlfriend. Ellie notices you contemplating and replies with a pout, and you obviously couldn't resist after that. You roll your eyes and lay down beside her, in which she proceeds to scoot closer towards you. "Ugh, you reek" you say to her with a small grin. "Shut up." she replies playfully.

You're now laying parallel to each other, face to face. You raise your hand to Ellies temple, moving a strand of hair behind her ear and then proceeding to caress her cheek. "Thanks for saving me today." you say softly. She hums in response. Both of you are lost in each others features. You observe her emerald green eyes as they stare back into yours, doing the same. You run your thumb over her cheek, admiring the freckles perfectly dotted across her face. You were so mesmerized you didn't realize that she had snuck her hand to the small of your back, getting slightly startled when you feel her pulling you closer to her. "Are you still on edge from earlier today?" she asked gently, her expression showing slight concern. "I-I don't know, I guess so." you shrug, letting out a deep sigh of relief that you actually got out of that situation. Ellie looks around the room for a brief moment, you watch her think, wondering what's going through her head.

"I know a way to help you get your mind off of it." she says suggestively, moving her right hand to your hip and pressing her thumb into your lower abdomen. "Oh really?" you say, raising your eyebrows, a faint smirk appearing across your lips. She doesn't care to bother with a response, everything is interrupted by her lips meeting yours. You close your eyes, you just can't resist leaning into her kiss, it doesn't take long for it to get passionate. You can feel your heart flutter inside your chest, along with her hands eagerly trying to explore every inch of your body. Her right hand wanders and eventually they find their way to the hem of your cami top, lifting it up until your breasts are exposed. She doesn't waste the opportunity to slide your nipple in-between her two fingers, gently squeezing them, causing a quiet whine to escape your lips, which encourages Ellie to gently tug on your nipple and sink her teeth into your bottom lip.

As the kiss becomes more sensual, you feel heat spread to your core, accompanied by a gush of wetness. You squeeze your thighs together for some sense of relief, but it's becoming almost unbearable how aroused you've become. Ellie is undoubtedly aware of the effects she has on you, but she loves watching the way you squirm for her and she loves to tease you until you're left completely helpless and needy, yearning for her touch.

She finds her way on top of you and attaches her lips to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses until she reaches your breasts, then placing her lips around your areola and sucking while gently grazing her teeth on your nipple, using her left hand to fondle with the other one. Her right hand slowly travels to your core, she slightly tickles your skin with her fingertips causing you to shiver. After reaching your cunt, she proceeds to run her middle finger across your slit in a soft, teasing matter with your panties acting as a barrier. "You're so fucking wet for me." she mutters, applying a little more pressure until she can barely touch your clit through the thin cloth, repeatedly grazing her fingertip across it, enjoying how you twitch every time and feeling the fabric become more and more drenched in your fluids.

"Ellie, I need you," you moan shamelessly, interlocking your fingers through her chestnut hair, gently tugging as to assure her of how bad you wanted her. You lifted your hips into her touch and end up wrapping your legs around her abdomen, pulling her closer to you. She lets out a soft chuckle as to how desperate you've become.

"Please Ellie, I need you to fuck me." you whine. Suddenly you felt very vulnerable, causing you to blush at how pitiful you sounded. She didn’t mind though, she lifted her head up to meet with your gaze and connected her lips to yours before running her index finger across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, encouraging Ellie to shove three of her fingers into your mouth. She pushed them in further and further until you started to gag, never breaking her eyes away from yours.

As soon as her fingers were wet enough, she slid her hand into your panties and effortlessly ran her fingers through your folds, taking time to appreciate how wet you were for her before navigating your bundle of nerves. "Fuck y/n," she said in a whiny tone, the two words were enough to send shivers through your body and give you goosebumps.

She loved watching your expressions as she pleased you. The way you bit your lip and furrowed your brows, knowing she hit the perfect spot when you gasp your eyes start to roll into the back of your head. She ran her middle finger up your slit until she reached your throbbing clit, where she took the chance to start rubbing it in a circular motion while placing her head in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses and feeling the vibrations come from your throat as you moaned for her.

She applied the perfect amount of pressure, a sensation of pure bliss went throughout your body as Ellie continued to stimulate every sweet nerve almost effortlessly. The more you moaned and whined, the faster and harder she went. You felt the familiar tight feeling in your stomach she was always able to give you, your thighs started to quiver and you felt an orgasm approaching. "Are you gonna cum for me?" she asked, watching you fall apart beneath her touch. You moaned in response, so close to the edge when everything abruptly stopped. "Not yet," she grinned, the feeling of her calloused yet soft hand leaving your core.

"What the fuck?" you say, a hint of annoyance in your tone. "Don't worry babe, I'll let you cum... eventually. I just wanted to taste you first." Before you were given the chance to respond, she had already started to make her way down between your thighs. She eagerly pushed your thighs apart and spent no time taking your panties off, slowly revealing your pussy to herself. She left a series wet kisses on the inside of your thigh before reaching your soaking cunt.

You whine as you felt her hot breath hovering over your pussy, craving nothing more than to have her mouth on it. "You're so needy." Ellie chuckles, not giving you the chance to reply before she has her tongue between your folds, licking and sucking up all the juices you left for her. She ran her tongue along your clit, before placing her lips around it and sucking while her index and middle finger teased the insert of your vagina, her left hand slithering its way up your abdomen to fondle with your breast.

You moaned and squirmed, using your hand to guide Ellie's head deeper in between your legs. She shoved two fingers into you, your pussy immediately tightening around them, a feeling you've both been longing for. "Fuck, you're so tight," she says before continuing to work her tongue around your clit. She continued to use her fingers on her left hand to gently pinch and tug on your nipples. You felt her fingers curve inside of you, hitting that sweet spongy spot that sent a wave of euphoria throughout your body. She decided to add a third finger and moaned into your clit when she felt your walls clench perfectly around her fingers.

Your entire body started to tremble, you had the sheets balled up in one fist, the other had Ellies hair entangled between your fingers while a string of moans and curse words left your lips. You found yourself pulling away from Ellie due to being overstimulated. "I don't think so." she says in a low, raspy voice. Ellie wraps her left arm around your thigh, pushing your hips down and bringing your pussy back to her lips. At this point, she has her three fingers almost knuckle deep inside of you. She knows you're on edge and takes this opportunity to be more aggressive.

"Fuck Ellie, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, your body trying to resist but Ellie refusing to let go of her grip on you. She ignores your whines and rapidly thrust her fingers in and out of you. She's still sucking on your clit while circling her tongue around it to add more effect. You feel your stomach getting tight, the feeling of pleasure overriding all your senses.

"Come on baby, cum for me." she pleads. That's all you needed to hear. You finally release your orgasm, arching your back and rolling your hips into Ellie's face. Moans spill from your mouth as Ellie continues to softly thrusts her fingers in you while cleaning up your mess with her mouth, moaning against your heat while watching your eyes roll to the back of your head and the way your lips parted while you screamed for her. She loved watching the way your breasts bounced as your body trembled beneath her, and the way sweat trickled down your face and body causing your skin to glisten.

Your body twitched as Ellie continued to clean you up, knowing you're far more sensitive now than you were before you came. "Ellie-" you gasped as she pulled her fingers out of you, looking up to you as she sucked your pussy juices off two of her fingers, closing her eyes to savor the taste.

She saved the last finger for you. She hurriedly crawled back up to you and you willingly opened your mouth for her as she placed one of her fingers in your mouth. She bit her lip as she watched you taste your own juices, swirling your tongue around her finger. "That was so sexy." she says, laying on her side to face you.

You turn over to face her, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. You scooted into her open arms, both of you wrapping your bodies around each other. "Soo, did that help?" she asked, moving a strand of hair behind your ear and placing a kiss on your forehead. "Absolutely." you said, a small smile forming on your lips as she pulled you closer to her.

You placed your knee between her thighs and noticed subtle grinding on your leg. You looked up at Ellie, raising your brows at her. "What?" she asked slightly defensively, clearly trying to act oblivious. You rolled your eyes, flipping over and landing on top of her while pinning her wrist down above her head. You notice a shift in her breathing, a subtle look of desperation in her eyes as she looked up at you. Now she's in the same position you were just in, and you couldn't help but take advantage. "Your turn." 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ♡ 

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #tlou #the last of us part 2 #the last of us smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams #tlou2 #ellie williams one-shot

[rose-pearls]

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend - Part 2

Summary: a talk on the beach reveals somethings and Snow takes you by surprise

Previous Part - Next Part

The beach was beautiful, the breeze going through her hair made Finnick stop in his steps for a moment as he looks at her. Her eyes look haunted while looking towards the ocean like it would hold all of the answers to her questions. She had been doing her tour for the last month and had arrived this morning, shaking district 4 into once again preparing a big feast to welcome the winner of the Hunger Games. 

He sits next to her and waits for her to acknowledge him, he watches the ocean just like she has been doing, trying to ignore the memories of the recent nightmare he had. They stay like that for a moment just looking at the ocean before she breaks the silence.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?”, Finnick can’t help but take a deep breath at her question, they had survived the Hunger Games by killing people so could they really be seen as good people. 

“You aren’t, the games are.”, he hears her scoff softly and he looks at her, a frown adorns her face.

“I killed so many people to try and save her just for her to get killed by my fault because I couldn’t protect her.”, she says and Finnick can’t help but close his eyes at her words, the raw emotion in her voice makes him sick.

“You can never control anything in the arena, especially not someone’s life. It wasn’t your fault.”, he whispers after a moment and silence follows his statement before he hears a few sniffles.

“I’m just so tired. Tired of seeing her in my dreams at night, hearing about her and knowing that I couldn’t do anything.”, she says while her voice breaks through the words and Finnick turns to look at her. Tears are streaming down her cheeks as she bites her bottom lip to try and not to cry. 

“I can’t tell you that the nightmares will get better because they will always be there, but you have people that are here to help you. Let them in, it’s worth it. I promise.”, a few tears roll down her cheeks and after a few seconds she chuckles.

“You’re not so bad Finnick Odair.”, Finnick chuckles at her words and smiles as he sees a small smile appear on her lips as she looks at him.

“I live to please.”, he tries to say cheekily but it falls a bit flat, still it makes her laugh and he enjoys the sight of her laughing.

They turn back to look at the ocean and Finnick tries for the first time to try and find something to say to her, but nothing comes to mind. Only one question continues to nag him, but he doesn’t know if he should ask her.

“Why did you come out here?”, he says softly after a moment and listens to her taking a deep breath.

“Couldn’t fall asleep, I was turning around in bed and then memories came back, and it felt suffocating.”, Finnick nods slowly at her words before looking at her.

“How do you feel now? Do you want to talk about it?”, Haymitch had told him that she didn’t talk to him, sometimes she would talk with Peeta but not often. He had also told him that something had happened at their return in district twelve, but he hadn’t been able to tell him what. 

“When I came back and went to see my parents, they could barely look at me in the eyes. I tried to talk to them but the only thing they did was shove me a bag with my clothes in my hands and tell me that they didn’t want a murderer as a daughter.”, he feels sick at her words and closes his eyes for a moment. As he opens them again to look at her, she is holding her legs close to her, eyes glassy as she looks at the ocean.

“Then I saw Gale, I used to like him, and he yelled about the fact that I killed Prim and that I shouldn’t have come back.”, Finnick tries not to let the anger take over at her words, but it quickly dies down as he sees a tear roll down her cheeks.

He comes closer to her and carefully puts an arm around her shoulders, not sure if he is allowed to touch her but she leans into his touch and Finnick puts his other arm around her while she sobs. 

“it’s okay. I got you.”, he whispers softly as he rubs his hand comfortingly against her back while she sobs into his chest. They stay like that for some time until her sobs quiet down and Finnick keeps her close, feeling for the first time in his life protective over someone that isn’t family.

“I met a girl; her name was Annie and I had to mentor her during her games. I immediately felt protective over her and when she got out of the arena by some miracle, I discovered I fell in love with her.”, he says softly, trying not to let the tears take over at the memories coming back to him, he doesn’t know why he is telling her this but he wants to.

“Everything was great for a moment until Snow learned about my feelings for her and then it all went to hell. I had to prostitute myself, I already had to do it before but then even more to protect her. I did it at the beginning, but it made her go crazy, the arena hadn’t been kind to her but just a little thing could make her go into a panic.”, she left the embrace to look at him, shock in her eyes at his words and Finnick sighs before looking at the sand under him.

“One night I was with a client, she went into a panic attack, and no one was there to help her. She died minutes after.”, he says and hears her take a shaky breath at his words.

“Finnick.”, she whispers softly but he shakes his head before looking up towards her.

“You don’t have to say anything, I don’t even know why I told you this.”, he says while letting out a shaky chuckle. 

“You don’t have to pretend you’re fine.”, he hears her whisper, and he can’t help but close his eyes at her words to try and not let the tears fall down his cheeks.

“I should’ve been there, I-”, he starts to say but is quickly cut off by her voice.

“It isn’t your fault, no matter what anyone says it isn’t.”, Finnick can’t help but let a few tears escape at her words, a hand takes his and he opens his eyes to see her smiling softly at him. 

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. But I promise you, you didn’t do anything wrong.”, he squeezes her hand in thanks and she smiles sadly at him. 

“They fucked us up really bad didn’t they.”, he says while laughing coldly and he hears her huff a laughter.

“That they did.”, she whispers softly and Finnick doesn’t even realize he is still holding her hand as they look at the ocean while the sun starts appearing. 

A yell can be heard inside the house and the both of them turn around to see Effie running around looking worried while a sleepy Haymitch and Peeta follow after her.

“She wasn’t in her bed! Where could she be?”, they hear her yell and Finnick turns to look at the girl next to him who is smiling at the scene.

“I guess this is my cue to go back.”, she says and Finnick chuckles as Effie yells at Haymitch to help find you.

“I guess it is. Good luck with the mother hen.”, he says cheekily, and she laughs at his words.

“Thank you for everything.”, she whispers shily and Finnick can’t help but chuckle softly at her sudden shyness. 

“You don’t have to thank me, we’re victors we have to stick together.”, she nods her head slowly before squeezing his hand one last time before leaving towards the house.

He watches her leave before turning around and looking at the ocean, for once feeling at peace. Effie’s voice can be heard into the distance as her victor arrives and Finnick can’t help but smile at the escort’s worried voice. He misses her already; he doesn’t know why as they just met but he shakes the feeling off as he gets up to get ready for the day.

--

The next time he sees her is at the big ball at Snow’s mansion to celebrate the end of her tour. He knows just as well as the rest of the victors that she will be ending the night at Snow’s desk and be told that she will be sold to the highest bidders until they aren’t interested anymore.

“Some people are saying that she will be even more popular than you.”, Johanna says with a disgusted expression and Finnick can’t help but mirror it.

“I don’t recommend it.”, he says and Johanna snorts at his words.

“Cheers to that.”, she says before Brutus arrives and they start to argue about something.

Haymitch, Peeta and Katniss arrive towards them and judging by Peeta’s face you are probably talking with Snow right now. Katniss looks pale, her dress looks beautiful, but her cheeks are hollow like she hasn’t eaten in days, and they all look tired. 

“Who needs a drink?”, he hears Johanna say and everyone agrees at her words, she quickly takes a plate of drinks from a server and lets everyone take a glass.

“Let me guess, she is in the lion’s den.”, Brutus says after a moment and Haymitch sighs while nodding.

Before any of them can say anything, they see her arrive, her silver dress hugging her body to show it off to everyone just like all of the victors. 

“You’re alright kid?”, Haymitch says as she arrives and she nods slowly, disbelief written on her face.

“He doesn’t want to sell me.”, she barely manages to whisper, and they all look at her like she has grown a second head. 

“What do you mean?”, Johanna says, and all of the victors look at the girl in front of them.

“He says that the capitol needs to have something they can’t have, to show that he still has control over them. Doesn’t mean I won’t get paraded around but just to show them what they can’t have. He also said he has something planned for later.”, she whispers the last sentence after a moment and Finnick looks at Johanna in surprise.

“I guess the old man really is getting crazy.”, Johanna says and Haymitch snorts at her words before looking at his victor.

“I would say congratulation but if he has something planned it can’t be good.”, they all agree, and he sees her looking pale. Curious glances are thrown their way and Finnick knows they have to split up before people start to suspect something.

“Why don’t we go dance?”, Finnick says towards her, and she looks at him in surprise before nodding and taking his hand.

The dance goes smoothly, and he makes a few jokes about the people there to make her laugh and relax, by some miracle it works, and she starts telling him some things she saw. The song ends after a few minutes, and he brings her towards Haymitch but before he does, he whispers two important words.

“Be careful.”, she looks at him surprised but he leaves before she can say anything, he has an appointment to get to.

#hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair #the hunger games

[lovrre]

Finally found |prt 2

Prt2 Of lost and found| ♫ shades of cool by Lana DelRey

Joel miller x fem reader

Prt 1 here>>

Word count: 3k

Summary: after seeing the love of your life again you deal with the challenge that is telling him he has a daughter.

Warnings: lots of Angst, cursing, mentions of suicide, smut, unprotected sex, probably some other stuff…

Author note: this is part two, to a three to four-part series I don’t know for sure yet how many I'll write. The next part will be getting into Ellie's relationship with Rae and how she feels about the whole thing, I wrote this part to (shades of cool by Lana Del Rey ) anyways enjoy🌞

Rae walks out of the room, slamming it behind her and leaving Tommy. Walking into the living room, Rae’s eyes land on you and Joel, your lips still on his. Rae stands there for a second, her face scrunched up in disgust. “I can’t right now,” Rae says, shaking her head in disapproval before walking towards the exit. Making her presence known, “Rae-“ you say, watching Rae leave through the front door, the screen closing hard behind her. “ I need to talk to her” you sigh out, looking back at Joel with sad eyes. “ Yeah, go,” Joel says, a part of him not wanting you to leave. You slowly walk towards the door, stopping once you get there.

“Don’t go anywhere please” you say, your voice almost a whisper, the feeling of years off without him bubbling in your stomach. “I’m not moving,” Joel says, his eyes not leaving yours. “Good” You nod before walking out the door, leaving Joel with his thoughts. One of them being, if it wasn't him who was the father of your Daughter, then who was and what was the possibility you were still with him? Tommy slowly walks out of the room, interrupting Joel’s thoughts.

Joel stares him down, intensely before speaking “We need to talk” he says, his voice low and angry. The back door of the old house opens and August walks into the living not looking up, talking fast. “I just spoke to Robin, your mom passed out? W-”August finally looks up, his eyes landing on Joel and Tommy in the living room. “ What The fuck?”

~~~

You follow Rae’s tracks in the snow to a nearby bench, She doesn’t say anything as you approach, keeping her eyes forward staring Into the distance. “Rae?” You say hoping for a response, there isn’t one, she says nothing, continuing to look forward. You don’t say anything else, silently sitting next to Rae on the bench. You two sit in silence for a while before you decide to talk, you begin fidgeting with your hands looking for what to say.

.

” When you were born the first thing I thought was “wow she's so beautiful”…and the second thing I thought was how am I going to do this alone. I wasn't alone though, your aunt was there, She got me through the first half of your life without Joel, but when…” you take a deep breath before continuing.

“ But when she died, I think I started getting confused… It felt like I was losing them at the same time, even though he had been gone years before, after that, I felt like had to focus on The past to stay sane….you know?” Rae’s eyes begin to blur as tears fill her eyes, but she doesn't look at you keeping her eyes on the snow in front of her. “ I'm sorry, baby, you have every right to be mad at me,” you say, watching Rae’s leg lightly, bouncing up and down, something she often did when she was stressed or upset. She still doesn't say anything. “Rae talk to me please,” you say, getting a bit closer, your eyes starting to well up with tears.

“That's the thing, I'm not even mad at you, I'm upset with him… I know I shouldn’t be mad at him, I know that…it doesn’t make sense for me to be, he didn’t even know, it’s just-“ Rae takes in a big deep breath“ I’ve seen you cry over him for Days and Days on end…and I think after a while it just became easier to blame him for your pain so didn’t have to acknowledge mine” you nod and wipe away your tears.” not just that, mom I'm scared, fuck I'm terrified…” she says taking in another deep breath of cold winter air before continuing “I'm scared he won't like me or even give a fuck that I'm his…12-year-old me would dream every day for a miracle like this. After all, you told me about him, I always wished I could have met him but Now he’s here… It feels more like a burden than a miracle”.

Her words linger in the air for a second, making your heart hurt. You understood what she was saying, but it was hard thinking about the fact she might never see him the way you see him.“ did you speak to him while I was passed out?” you ask, Rae shakes her head. “So he doesn't know?” you ask, your face scrunching up slightly in sadness. “Nope,” Rae says, letting out a dry laugh. “ I think I'll leave that to you,” Rae says, giving her thighs a slap before standing up from the bench to walk away. You stand up following her, You can see that she's hiding her emotions trying to seem ok when she's not. “Rae, look at me,” you say, walking in front of her, her eyes don't meet yours. “I'm sorry, you deserve so much better than this, but I promise you if he could have been there he would have…” you say, placing your arms on her shoulders, rubbing up and down to trying to comfort her

Rae lets out a sigh she didn't know she was holding in, finally letting herself cry, you pull her into a hug. “That's why it hurts so bad,” Rae says, her cries muffled in your shoulder. “ We lost so much time, this whole time I could have had a- ” Rae chokes up, pushing back from the embrace, whipping away her tears with the back of her hand. “I'm ok” she says trying to gather herself, You couldn’t tell if she was telling you or herself. Once she's finished wiping her tears, you bring her back into an embrace kiss her on her forehead .“it’s ok not to be ok baby, everything will be ok I swear” you say looking into her eyes, she gives you a weak smile in return “you should go talk to him,” Rae whispers, gesturing to the director of the old house. You nod and watch as she walks away In the opposite direction. “And when you’re done, tell him I’m ready to talk whenever he is” Rae says her back still facing you as she walks in the direction of August’s house

~~~

You enter the house, and it’s dead silent, not a person in sight. Your heart starts beating fast involuntarily, “Joel!” You call out as you walk further into the house. No answer “JOEL, JOEL” suddenly your breath becomes short, and you feel dizzy like you're going to fall over. Unexpectedly, a hand comes up and grips your shoulder. “ I’m right here, I’m right here y/n,” Joel says, reassuring you, you take a deep breath, your eyes locking on his. You move out of his grasp, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I don't know what that was,” you say, trying to shake off the anxiety your body was still feeling. “ You get dizzy every often like you can't stand up straight, heart beats real fast, and you can't breathe?” you nod “yeah,” you say, your voice almost a whisper. “ I Get them too” his words make you feel less alone. You give him a light smile and he looks like he's about to say something else, but is interrupted by the loud slam of a truck door followed by the sound of an engine starting.

“Stay right here, I'll be back,” Joel says before leaving you to go out the front door, his footsteps loud and heavy like he was upset. You see August in the corner of the room, he gives you a little wave and an awkward tight-lipped smile when your eyes meet his. Walking towards you, he speaks, “good to see you're alive Ms. Y/l/n, I heard you fainted in the dining hall…shit I would too” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder. You nod “yeah I’m ok now” August nods “good, good… that's good to hear, you want to talk about …what’s going on with that,” he says, his head gesturing to the direction Joel just went. You turn around and see Joel standing by Tommy's car, through the window. They look like they were arguing “long story…to long” you say tiredly.

“ I think I gathered a bit of it, You just missed the yelling contest in here a couple of minutes ago,” August says, looking out the window with you. “And you just stayed and watched?” You ask raising an eyebrow,August shrugs “there wasn't much I could do. I thought about walking out in the beginning but that would be a bit embarrassing.” you sigh “probably…August can you do me a favor,” you ask cutting yourself off, he nods “yeah sure,” he says putting his hands in his pockets probably try to keep warm because of how cold the room was. “Can you tell Rae I said she can sleep over at your house tonight if she wants I know she needs a friend right now and I think she’s already over there with your mom” you say, going over to sit on the old couch. “Ok I’ll tell her, I'm headed over there right now anyway,” August says, walking towards the door, but he stops before walking out. “I really do hope all this shit gets resolved for you and Rae,” he says with a little frown before walking out of the house.

“Me too…me too” you mumble to yourself, wiping your face with your hands and letting out a long sigh. After a few minutes of sitting on the couch, you doze off. You dream of the same thing you have dreamed of off on and on for the last 20 years, usually, in the dream, you're outside. With Joel, Sarah, and Rae. it's always Rae as a toddler though. You guys are having a picnic with the old blanket you and Joel used to use on dates. The sun is always just about to set, and the girls are playing together. Then like clockwork Joel looks at you and smiles, then just as he leans forward to kiss you the ground separates into two.

Splitting you up, you and are Rae on one side and Joel and Sarah on the other. But this time, you're woken up by Joel before the ground can separate. Your eyes flutter open to see Joel staring at you with an unreadable expression. His hand slowly comes up to wipe a tear you didn't even know was on your face. You feel at home with his hands on your face, not saying anything, Joel just leaves it there savoring the feeling of your skin against yours. “You were having a nightmare,” Joel says finally moving his hand away from your face. “How long was I asleep?” you ask sitting up and looking around the dimly lit room, the little bit of sunlight outside lighting it “an hour,” Joel says sitting on the couch. “An hour why did you let me sleep that long?,” you ask shocked “ you looked like you needed it,” Joel says nonchalantly.

~~~~

You offer to talk to Joel somewhere less dust-ridden, and you two get into your car and make the drive to your house. Though the car ride was short, it was still awkward and quiet, you wonder how it could be this so awkward around someone you surrounded your whole life around. You open your house door, placing your keys on the table next to the door. You take off your shoes before walking to the kitchen and opening the cabinets. Joel dose the same walking slowly through the entrance of the house, looking at the framed picture on the walls.

“Do want some tea?” you ask, looking through the cabinets. “Yeah,” Joel replies, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table in the kitchen. You pull two mugs from the cabinet, placing them on the counter before opening up another cabinet to get the tea bags. “How long have you lived here,” Joel asks watching you struggle to reach for the box of tea. He wants to help but fears overstepping “uuhhh,” you say, attempting to think while trying to reach the tea bags, you do flicking them down with your finger, making them fall onto the counter.

“Me and Rae have been here since the beginning, Rae is my daughter by the way” you say look back at him for a second. “yeah I met her, she had spunk…reminds me of someone I know” Joel says his mind drifting to Ellie for a second. “spunk is definitely a word for it…” you mumble under your breath. “as I was saying met Maria a little while before she and her dad found this place, I was one of the people that helped them build Jackson into what it is now,” you say, placing the tea bags in the mugs. “ Tommy told me about the council, you, apart from that?” Joel asks as you fill-up the kettle with water.” No, it’s not my thing. I tried it for a while, too much responsibility, I rather just sleep in” you laugh, putting the kettle on the stove. “Can you hand me a match, there should be some in that drawer”

You say, pointing to the drawer. As you do, Joel catches a glimpse of a ring on your finger, his thoughts running a mile a minute. Joel stands up, opens the drawer, and gets out a box of matches. He slowly walks toward you, handing you the box

“I have a question, and you can shut me down if I'm prying,” Joel says, his hand lingering on the box. The questions suddenly make you aware of how close you to are. It seems like Joel notices too because he takes a step back , giving you some room. “Yeah, go ahead,” you say, taking the matchbox and turning your back on Joel, so you're facing the stove.

Joel stays silent for a minute as you strike the match against the box, lighting it. “Where's your husband?” Joel asked, finally ripping the Band-Aid off, “My husband?” you say, your face scrunching confused as you place the lit match near the gas. “ I saw your ring,” Joel say, his voice unreadable. You laugh to yourself before turning around to face him, “this ring?” you ask putting down the used match and showing him your hand. Joel nods and your face falls . “You don't recognize it?” you ask. Joel scrunches up, confused for a second before the realization hits him.

“That's mine?,” Joel says, visually shocked, “May I?” Joel asks, gesturing to your hand, you nod, leaning your hand forward, so he could inspect your ring. His hands grasp yours as he examines the years of wear and tear on the ring. Your heart beats fast in your chest and your stomach fills with butterflies at the touch of his hands again, “this is the engagement ring I bought for you twenty years ago ?” Joel asks again, still in shock at how long you had it. His finger now lightly grazing over your knuckles. His hands hot on yours cause electricity to shoot through you. You only nod your head, afraid that if you spoke, your words might come out like a squeak rather than a sentence. “And you never remarried-” Joel shakes his head, realizing his mistake

“I mean have you ever married,” Joel asks, looking up from the ring and down at you, his eyes penetrating your soul, this question being the most important to him. Suddenly, the surrounding air two feels so thick you think like you might choke on it. “ No I never married…you?” You ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while turning your back on Joel. While also trying to get away from the heaviness of theair. “No” he replies as You open another cabinet to get the cookies you often eat with tea. Joel stays silent, watching you struggle to reach the tin, this Time he walks up behind you, grabbing it from the shelf.

“Your uhh…” he trails off, not wanting to finish, “ Rae’s dad is he ok with you wearing another man’s ring?” He asks, his breath grazing the back or neck, You freeze at the feeling of him behind you, his chest briefly making contact with your back. “Joel, we're adults, you can ask me if I'm seeing anyone,” you laugh trying to avoid answering while still looking inside the cabinet, “are you?” Joel says, his breath hitting you again. making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. It seemed like he lingered there a second longer than appropriate, and he did, enjoying the warmth that raided off your body as he stood there. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his arms around your waist and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of you like he used to. “Thank you,” you say when Joel finally moves back and hands you the tin.

Joel moves farther back, watching as you open the tin and put a couple of cookies on a plate before putting the tin on a lower shelf in the cabinet. You tried very hard not to shake as he watched you, the adrenaline pumping through you making you shake like a school girl with a crush.”I have another personal question” Joel says, leaning against the sink, and letting himself relax a little. “ Go ahead,” you say as The tea kettle whistles letting you know it’s finished, you walk over and turn off the stove. Before grabbing the kettle, pouring the hot water into the two mugs from earlier. “Who’s Rae’s father”

His words make you stop completely in your tracks, yet again the loud beating in your chest louder than everything else. You stay silent and continue to pour the water into the other mug. You put the kettle back on the stove and turn to face Joel on the other side of the kitchen. You still don’t say anything, rubbing your hands together trying to stop your hands from shaking. “Can you please put the cups on the table for me?” You ask, Joel's was slightly confused, but doesn’t say anything, just taking the mugs off the counter and placing them on the table. When he’s finished, he sits down at the table. You wait a second before doing the same. The longer you took to answer the more Joel’s mind made up possibilities he thought, yes Rae looked a little similar to him, but maybe that’s because she’s Tommy’s, he did have a thing for you back in the day or maybe your we're taking so long to answer because Rae was a product of Assault, or perhaps she was just his.

You take a slow sip of your tea before you answer, not caring that it scorched your tongue. Once you finished, you slowly put the mug down, “she’s yours” you say, finally ripping off the band-Aid. Joel doesn’t say anything, just slightly leans back in his chair, creating a creaking noise, his face unreadable. You two sit in silence, every sound in the quiet house suddenly amplified. “I thought so,” Joel says, leaning forward and taking a sip of the tea in front of him. “That's it,” you ask, a little underwhelmed with his reaction.

“No, I consider the other possibility but y/n…she looks just like us,” Joel says, a hint of sadness and amusement in his voice. “When was she born,” he asks, putting down the mug. “ May 28th, 2004” you reply, searching his face for some emotion fear,

Anger, sadness, Anything. “ I tracked the dates after the outbreak, so I wouldn't get her birthday wrong,” you say, getting up from the table and walking to the living room, going to get something before coming back with a small diary. You open it up, flipping past the previous diary entries from each day of your pregnancy. You land on the last page of the book and Hand it to him to read. It read:

“ May 28th,2004 is her birthday,

Nia was right, she’s a girl, a beautiful girl at that. I wish her daddy could see her, Nia was there throughout the whole thing, helping me through the pain. I thought I knew pain, but I didn't. I've never felt any pain in my entire life that's comparable to that. Even after all that, I named her Rae, like Rae of sunshine. I felt like I did good for the first ten minutes after her birth until I started crying. Nia had to take her from me after a while because I kept sobbing, which made her cry. I think I was scaring her, I was just so overwhelmed, I kept wishing Joel was there. That he could see her, that he and Sarah could take turns holding her and make jokes about her button nose. They would love her, I know it, I'll just have to settle with telling her all about them. I'm scared, really, really scared of this world, of what Rae will have to live like. I just want her to be safe, I have to protect her with my life.”

Joel finishes reading, his eyes slightly glossy, he takes a minute before speaking. “What happened to Nia?” Joel asks hesitantly, you let out a sigh and he knows the answer. He nods his head sadly in acceptance, sitting back in the chair. Joel wasn't super close to Nia but they got along great when you all would go out. He respected her for being the older sibling who stepped into the parent role, she reminded him a bit of himself “she got bit about four years ago while we were out on a hunt, she didn't even tell anyone she just… When we got home, she was just real quiet you know… I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t do anything and in the morning I found a note”. you say, your words hanging in for a while before you realize you're crying and quickly wipe the tears from under your eyes. “Do you want to see more?” you ask gesturing to the diary, hoping to change the subject. “Yes” Joel nods, his face still unreadable,

“one second,” you say, standing up from the table and walking towards the old closet in the living room. You rummage for a second, looking for the photo album you created throughout Rae’s life. Joel walks over and watches you by the entrance,”got it” you say, turning around and holding the album. You sit on the couch, placing the album on the coffee table and Joel comes over, sitting next to you but far enough that your thighs aren't touching. You notice but don't say anything, opening the Album, you flip to one of the first pictures you ever took of Rae.

It's a picture of you and her as a newborn on the couch, you had your hair back in a bun you looked tired. Rae was tiny in your arms at only a week old, She was wrapped up in an old pink blanket. “She was only a week old here,” you say, pointing to the polaroid, you didn't say it out loud, but you realize how young you looked in the picture and wonder if Joel even found you attractive now. ”I remember this day clearly because I was so tired…she wouldn't stop crying, I think she cried the whole week straight,” you say laughing to yourself, Joel doesn’t say anything. His hand came up to slowly trace over her tiny face in the picture with his finger. “She looks like you,” Joel says, eyes still stuck on the picture. “ I think so… Nia always thought she looked more like you,” you say, giving him a brief glance, hoping you weren't pushing the envelope. “When she got older, she started to look more like you…” you say, flipping through the book looking for older picture of Rae. “Here, she's Two in this one because I broke my camera, it was hard finding another camera and film, but when I did all I did was take pictures”

A ghost of a smile creeps on Joel's face as he looks down at the picture of Rae. Her curly hair was going in every direction, and she had a cup in her mouth that she was chewing on. “Look at her dimples…just like yours, one’s deeper than the other though, but you can see them both when she smiles”

You and Joel both go through the photo album full of Polaroids from Rae’s childhood. You know it hurt him looking at all the memories he missed, but he also liked getting to know Rae through your memories together. You and Joel were flipping through photos looking for a certain picture and catch gimps of Sarah's face before you land on another picture of Rae. You saw it, so you know he saw it too, you don't say anything for a while, you both sit in silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” you say, closing the photo album. Joel stays silent so you keep talking

“When Tommy told me you were alive I just assumed…she was too, he told me some of what happened but-” Joel cut you off “- how about you tell me what happened to you that night and I'll fill in the gaps.” you nod standing up “ok sure… do you want a beer,” you ask walking to the fridge. “Yeah-how the hell did you-” Joel's cut off by your shh’s as you put your finger to your lip. “ I have connections,” you laugh walking back over to Joel with two beers and a bottle opener. You open your beer with the opener before handing it to Joel and sitting back on the couch. You take a swig and let out a long breath before talking,

”that night I got a call from Sarah. She sounded really scared, she was asking me where you were, and I didn't know, so I told her I would come over until you came back… But when I got there, you weren't there. I remember calling you and leaving a message, but I don't think you got it b-” Joel cuts you off “I got it” Joel says, not telling you about how he listened to that voicemail over and over for five years straight until the phone inevitably broke. “Well when I called you and I didn't get an answer, so I drove over there, but nobody was there… When I went to your room searching for you, I got a call from you while I was looking out your window. You know how your window was set up, you could see the whole town… I could see a plane flying dangerously low over the plaza, and then you told me you were driving out of the plaza, it was like before I could even blink, the line went Dead, and I was watching the plane crash.

I stayed in your house for two days after that before I got a tip from Nia about the Army coming door to door, I gathered all the stuff I could and met with Nia a little off the highway, that's how I got the pictures of you and Sarah” Joel lets out a frustrated sigh wiping his face with his hands. “That night I had to bail Tommy out of jail, there were infected damn near running the place, helicopters, police were on every block. I sped home to get Sarah… She asked me to stay and wait because you said you were coming…. But I-I didn't want to risk it so-” you cut him off “It's ok Joel, it’s ok, I understand”.

You say your hand coming out to rub up and down his shoulder to comfort him. “I called you when we got to the plaza to tell you where to meet us, but then the plane crashed, causing the car to crash… Sarah's ankle got hurt during the crash, I carried her…” Joel takes a swig of his beer before continuing. “ We ran into an army patrol guard, and he shot at us…I didn't even realize she was hit…” you continue Rubbing up and down Joel's shoulder trying to comfort him as quiet tears fell from both of your eyes, “I came back for you…” Joel says, looking at you with glossy eyes. “Two days after, I also heard about the same swats coming to people's homes… I had to see” you shake your head, tears beginning to well in your eyes again “Joel don't tell me that…” you sigh taking another swig ”when did you come, in the morning, night , afternoon?” you ask, your face scrunching up in sadness “just before sunset….” Joel says his face reflects your own.

“ Oh God,” you say, rubbing your forehead stressed before taking a long swig of your drink. “You just missed me, by an hour....” you say letting out a dry laugh, digging in the back of your pocket for a cigarette.”if god dose exist he’s a comedian” You say opening the drawer connected to the coffee table and take out a small box of matches. You strike the match against the box lighting it, you lite the cigarette and shake the match putting out the little flame before throwing it in a nearby ashtray. Joel doesn’t say anything, just watching your actions, you take a long pull of the cigarette and Joel finally speaks. “ since when do You smoke?” Joel asks watching you blow out smoke, the sight making him feel something deep down “since last month” you say slightly coughing. “You shouldn't, that shit can kill you” Joel says watching as you take another pull, “ really?” you laugh sarcastically blowing out the cigarette smoke. You gesture the cigarette in Joel's direction raising your eyebrows, Joel sighs and accepts. You smile watching him take a puff, his lip in the same place your lips just were. You shake your head before speaking “ Cigarettes don't suit you,” you say slowly plucking the cigarette for his lips and putting it between yours. Joel watches your movements intensely, his eyes glazing over with lust.

You blow out a cloud of smoke and Before you could react, Joels lips were on yours, and he was pulling you into his lap. He plucks the cigarette out your fingers, quickly, putting it out on the table not breaking the kiss. The kisses are hot and desperate “God I've missed you” he says, breaking the kiss for a second to work at the buttons of your shirt. “ I missed you- I missed this” you laugh as joel rips the rest of your flannel open, making the buttons fall to the floor. He didn’t take your shirt All the way off, leaving it open exposing your breast. He left kisses up your bare chest to your neck, making you shudder under him. “ Fucking beautiful” he whispers in the crook of your neck. He finally pulls back for a moment to fumble with his bet and you sit up for a second giving him space. He eagerly throws his bet to the ground along with his pant that he pushed down. You reseat yourself on Joel's lap and he looks up at you with a smile.

“ fair warning I'm not the young man I used to be,” Joel says, his lips returning to your neck. “I can't tell” you laugh, gesturing to the very hard dick under you. “ I’m not the young woman I used to be either,” you say, your words come out as a moan as Joel’s mouth works around your nipple. “No, you’re better,” he says smiling against your skin. “So fucking beautiful” he whispers, cupping your other Breast. You grind your self on Joel’s groin, and he knows what you want. “ I need to be inside you,” he says pulling down his boxers just enough to free himself, you look down your eyes watering at the size he somehow looked bigger than you remember. He pumps himself a couple of times before spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his head, the sight making you clench around nothing.

“Sit,” Joel says, his voice low a sultry, you obey using your hand and lining yourself up with his dick. You slide down onto him, his size stretching you after so long. “Fuckkkk” Joel groans, you both let out a loud moan at the contact. Your forehead leaning against one another as you try to control your rugged breath, “you hug me so well” he whispers in your ear before starting to create a pace. You grip at his shoulders hard, the sensation already becoming hard to bear. “Joel, I can't take it” you moan as he tightens his arm around your waist so he has had a better angle. “You can take me baby, you’ve done it plenty before” he groans, still thrusting into not letting his hips falter. “Take it” he groans in his groggy country accent, almost enough to make you cum there. Joel's hands slide down between you two, so he can rub your clit, you moan at the contact, your core squeezing around Joel. “Fuck sweetheart just like that,” he says watching you throw your head back in pleasure as you ride him on the couch.

The moans leaving the two were straight-up pornographic, you prayed you locked the front door, so no neighbor would walk in on you riding Joel on the living room couch, it was desperate, sweaty, and lazy but that's what made it so hot. “ I think I'm gonna cum” you moan, the familiar butterfly feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. “ Cum on my dick baby” Joel whispers in your ear as you ride him. “ JOEL, JOEL, JOELLLL” you scream collapsing on top of him, the orgasm making your legs give in. He quickly picks you up by your waist moving you off his dick, so he doesn't cum inside you. He cums all over your inner

thighs, letting out a stream of moans and groans. “Jesus… Y/n you just tried to kill me” he pants out, you smile, leaving a kiss by his ear. “ Never” after all of that Joel re-enters you partially soft “let me stay in here while I charge up” you laugh at his corniness lightly pushing his chest. “ Joel c’mon It's late, I think we better call it a night” Joel's face scrunches up confused. “Y/n I hope you don't really think we're sleeping tonight…we got time to make up for”

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That night you had that same dream you normally do the one where you and Joel are having a picnic and the grown splits, but this time the ground doesn’t split and after twenty years you finally kiss Joel

The morning came and you and Joel stirred in bed, the sun flooding in from the windows. Somehow you two made it into the bedroom last night. Your naked limbs entangled with each other’s under their sheets. Joel stroked your hair as you slept on his chest, every once in a while wrapping a curl around his finger. His hand comes down to trace the outline of your face and your eyes flutter open at the sensation. You look up at him and smile he does the same “good morning” you say resting your chin on his chest so you have a better view of his face.

“Did I tell you I love you last night?” Joel asks moving a curl out your face, “once or twice” you say sarcastically, remembering how at one point he said it before every thrust. “Well I love you,” he says leaving a kiss on your forehead, his country accent making his words sound so much cuter, “I love you too Joel,” you say turning around, so your head was still on his chest, but you were facing the ceiling. You put your ring up to the sunlight coming in through the window and enjoy the colorful reflection of the light.

Joel's hand comes up to intertwine with yours. “I like how that looks in your finger” jJoel says playing with the engagement ring around your finger. “You do?” You smile trying to look back at him without moving.

“Mmhm” Joel hums enjoying the feeling of your hand on his. “That’s why I’m gonna make it official”

“What!”you ask shocked, quickly turning your head to face him “ you heard me” Joel says smiling

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