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thevoidstaredback · 2 months ago

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Part 6

Despite first impressions, Old Man Connie was a pretty okay guy. He had a devil-may-care attitude and a really dry personality. Danny just knew that he was going to get along with this man, even if he'd hated him for the first little bit.

No, buying him two churros had nothing to do with it.

"So," Old Man Connie started a while later, just as Danny finished the last of his second churro, "What's a thing like you doin' so far from home?"

Danny didn't miss a beat this time. "No idea what you're talking about, Old Man."

"I'm not old," he growled, like that would do anything, "And you can cut the shit, we're the only ones privy to this conversation."

Danny pointedly looked at the ten other people in the square.

"I have a barrier up, smar'ass. No one I don't want to hear is going to hear. Now, I'll only ask once more: What is a Realms Being doin' so far from home."

"'Realms Being'?" he huffed chuckle, "You're not disproving those 'old man' allegations, Old Man. No one calls us Realms Beings anymore."

"So you admit it, then?"

"I'm indulging the whims of my elders."

Old Man Connie smacked his head for that. He laughed.

"Be serious, brat."

"Don' wanna."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I'd rather not revisit my last month in the States, thank you very much." Old man Connie blinked and Danny had a small realization. "When was the last time you check what was going on in the US?"

Old Man Connie scoffed. "That magic hellhole? I avoid it unless absolutely necessary. Why?"

"You have no idea..?" He couldn't explain why, but he started laughing. Old Man Connie had no idea. Most people outside the US and Canada had no idea because it didn't directly impact them! It wasn't their country instating new laws. It wasn't their people being dragged, kicking and screaming and fighting for their afterlives, into laboratories! Why would anyone know more than a passing word? After all, it's just another fucked up thing the US Government was doing, and Canada was going along with it!

He started crying, laughter choking his sobs in his throat. He bend over, somewhere between dry-heaving and hyperventilating.

"Jesus- kid! Are you- What's?"

No one seemed to notice them. Danny, having a panic attack on the edge of a fountain with churro wrappers at his feet. Old Man Connie faintly trying to get him to breathe, which was easier said than done. Then, two girls past.

"¿Has oído lo que están haciendo los EE.UU.?"

"¿Esos tipos? ¿No pueden callarse de una vez?"

"¿No es cierto? Pero, como, en realidad es un poco de miedo."

"¿De verdad?"

"Sí. He oído que la gente está desapareciendo, como, a gran escala."

"¡¿Qué?! ¿Qué está pasando?"

"Aparentemente una nueva ley que aprobaron fue el catalizador."

The two girls left their range of hearing, but they'd done Danny the favor of explaining while he was incapacitated.

"Fuck," Old Man Connie summed up pretty well, "Fuck, that's- Is it?"

"They called for my help," Danny whispered into his knees, the nightmares he'd had dredging themselves to the forefront of his mind, blocking his vision with flashes of the ghosts he'd fought for a year, "I was supposed to help them, but I'm a coward and I hid!"

Old Man Connie was obviously not the best at dealing with children, but he got points for doing his best. "I'll fix this."

"You can't."

"I can."

Danny pushed him away, standing up, "You can't!" He let invisibility cover him as he quickly picked up his bag and flew away for Old Man Connie.

He didn't get outside the city limits, but he was far enough away that he was sure Old Man Connie wouldn't be able to follow him. Or that he'd at least get the hint and leave him alone.

There was still no messages from Jazz or anyone, so he didn't send them any. He didn't want to burden any of them with a stupid panic attack, either. He could get over it himself. He'd done it before and he'd do it again.

A chihuahua walked up to where he was leaning against a wall and sat down, it's brown eyes boring into him.

He quickly did his best to gain control of himself again. "H-hello."

"¡Hola, amigo mío!" the chihuahua said.

Danny blinked, taken aback. "Um..."

"I heard you were upset, so I came over to check on you."

Again, Danny said, "Um..." Was this a new power? 'Cause he knew for a fact that he couldn't understand animals before.

"My name's Chico, but you can call me Chi."

"Danny. Call me Danny."

"Short for Daniel, right?" Chico stood up and trotted closer like a damn pony. "I'm in you're head, man!"

Danny shook his head. "I'm sorry, what are you?"

Chico clicked his tongue in admonishment. "You need to do your research, man. I'm like you!"

"Like...me?"

"Yeah! Well, kinda. I'm an alebrije."

Danny was fairly confident in his knowledge that alebrije were supposed to be colorful. Not... beige.

Chico bit his hand. "¡Zorra! Just 'cause I'm small don't mean I ain't strong."

"That's not at all what I was thinking!" he shouted back, shaking his hand back and forth to get Chico to let go. When he finally did, he cradled his hand close, despite the wound already closing up.

Chico licked Danny's green-flaked blood from his maw, revealing the inside of his moth to be less dog-like than his outward appearance assumed. "Don't call me beige."

Danny huffed. It was no use arguing with a dog...alebrije.

"Whatever," he said, standing back up and hoisting his duffel bag over his shoulder. He needed to get going if he wanted to meet up with Dani before she left Guatemala.

Chico trotted after him. "Where'd'ya think you're goin'?"

"To meet my sister."

"Can I come?"

Danny sighed. "Can I stop you?"

"Nope!"

"Fine."

Part 8

Translation 1 - Spanish: Did you hear what the US is doing? Translation 2 - Spanish: Ugh, those guys? Can't they just shut up about themselves for once? Translation 3 - Spanish: Right? But, like, it's actually kinda scary. Translation 4 - Spanish: Really? Translation 5 - Spanish: Yeah. I heard that people are going missing on, like, a huge scale. Translation 6 - Spanish: What?! What's going on? Translation 7 - Spanish: Apparently some new law they passed was the catalyst for it. Translation 8 - Spanish: Hello, my friend! Translation 9 - Spanish: Bitch!

#Everywhere But Home #part 7 #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #sad trench coat man #john constantine #not entirely on prompt #but close enough #original characters #chico the chihuahua #call him chi #would you look at that? this city just keeps getting longer and longer

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breathinlove · 1 year ago

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band!ellie 2 headcanons and smau

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sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her).

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, explicit, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp, not explicit if reader is fem or masc.

part 1

band!ellie who made it unbelievable for dina and jesse to believe she found her girl, but then they met you.

“this shit's cringe as fuck, but you two are sweet…” jesse starts and dina immediately agrees. “yeah, she's perfect for you, el.” “i knowwwww, i need her.” jumping like a teenage girl fr...

band!ellie who sometimes thinks her bandmates like you way too much.

“invite y/n to the next rehearsal too for real.” jesse says after you leave a rehearsal you went to. “okay man i get it, she's amazing.” with an annoyed expression. “so… invite her.” dina chuckles. “no, i don't want any of you jumping on my girl.” but she does invite you anyway.

band!ellie who's so stupid tbh, she's gonna sign girls’ tits after concerts and act all oblivious when you swerve her kisses.

and swerving her is so fun istg, she's gonna try like 4 times before she's upset. UPSET! (she will go non verbal).

band!ellie who's the type to perform and glance at you like you're about to have sex right that instant (u will, after the concert tho!).

band!ellie who's a singer herself but turns on the tv and pretends to be the weeknd for you.

band!ellie who wishes she could rap… actually, no. she thinks she can.

"that was... something." you smirk and she scoffs, throwing herself on the couch she was standing on, mic in hand. "i'm literally in my rapper era but whatever, you'll see." and you're full on laughing. "don't laugh." and you come hug her and say she's so so special.

band!ellie who makes it so you can't open x (twitter) without seeing girls mourning your girlfriend… she's alive not single tho!

band!ellie who's always late for everything, but she tries her best istg. you and the band are TIREDDD.

band!ellie who's nervous about pda… but she likes it, showing everyone you're hers and she's yours.

band!ellie who made a slideshow about how you should move into her apartment… that was kinda like:

“REASONS FRRRR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

ALL OF THEM 🤣

we're literally soulmates so we gotta be roommates too???

countless sleepovers omg i'm crying!

i'll never be late again (kinda😬)

we can get a pet tg 😯

i'll get to listen to u sing in the shower more and you know i like hearing you and singing with you while im in the toilet or even outside the bathroom

passionate lesbian sex before sleeping, after eating, doing the dishes, the laundry ALL THE TIME

i love you the most and i want you close all the time

you love me back (i hope) so you gotta want me close too

i want you as my wife asap

think about it, thanks and please my love ❤️”

you moved in… weak mf but can anyone blame you??

band!ellie who loves cooking with you for friends and family when they come over. just loves being with you in general but even house chores are better with you??

band!ellie who comes to disturb see you at your job, your bosses hate her and said they were gonna stop selling their album 😒 (they actually love her).

band!ellie who switches from your serious cool rockstar girlfriend to your silly baby girlfriend in a second.

band!ellie who reposts them and comments under edits fans make of you, even more than her own edits.

“that's my baby so stop gawking.(jk)” “whats her @” “id repost but my gf would be jealous, shes hot asf 🤤🤤” “THAT'S MY GIRL” “creamed💔” "straight to the y/n folder" someone said “ellie cant handle allat” and she replied fr “true, she the one handling me 💯💢” SHE HAS NO CHILL...

band!ellie who pays the same attention to potential hate you'd get, she will block them… don't talk about her girl.

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e and r!receiving], fingering [e and r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

band!ellie who treats you like a star

you were supposed to be in the shower but ellie saw you stripping out of your clothes and she has to ask to kiss your clit, dropping to her knees. her fingers bruising your thighs and shes eating you out as if she'd been starving. you cum but she's not satisfied yet, she pulls you down on the bedroom carpet with her "give me another one, please." hands roaming your skin ever so softly, sending shivers down your body. she asks what you want, the position, how many fingers, she just needs to please you. and now she's on top of you, pounding you with her fingers and pressing down your lower stomach because she just wants you to cum again.

band!ellie who loves sleepy sex

she's gonna be in bed with you, almost asleep asking you for kisses, then for some touches... and you end up between her legs, sloppy nasty head and some slow fingering. your lips around her clit and kissing her pussy lips and slit and your fingers in and out her pussy. she's whining and squealing, playing with her own tits and caressing ur face. you're humming against her pussy and she's clenches "let go for me, ellie..." you coo and she squirts on your mouth and fingers. soft pants leaving her lips, soon stopping with her caresses on your face as you lick her cum. you look up, hair messy against the pillow and eyes closed. "i love you..." she mutters after you clean her and lay next to her "i love you." you spoon her.

a/n: this is kinda shitty but it's for who asked for more! @kyleeservopoulos @sameenatruther @harrysslutsstuff

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #lover girl!ellie #ellie imagine #ellie x masc reader #rockstar!ellie #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smau #ellie williams hcs

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knightjpg · 11 months ago

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Tending the Garden

His other hand lets yours go, knuckles brushing sweetly over your cheek. Your breath hitches. You can't help yourself—your gaze drops to his lips. The sweet curve of them. What you wouldn't give.

tags: 🔞Javier Escuella/reader, unprotected piv, oral (m receiving), body worship, fingering

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The weather turns. Summer rainstorms plague you, and while your garden drinks it up the sudden bursts of heavy rain make doing work outside impossible.

It comes and goes without warning or announcement—which is why you're startled into a surprised shout when you get hosed down again while crouched in between your tomato plants. Javier is close by, already rushing for shelter, but something catches your eye.

“The laundry—!”

Damn it, and it was nearly dry too! You can't help yourself and rush over to try and save some of it. It turns out to be a futile effort. Everything's drenched. When you realise it's hopeless you curse, leave it and turn on your heel to run inside.

Not that that really matters anymore. You're soaked from tip to toe, your light work clothes sticking to you like a second skin. Javier is already toweling himself off when you burst inside and push back the rain-slick hair out of your eyes. In your haste to get dry you miss the way Javier freezes when he sees you. His eyes linger on your chest, on the curves of your body that show through the soaked fabric so clearly, on your ass when you bend down to shake the water out of your boots.

You laugh a little breathlessly when you make eye contact with him. “Tried to get the damn laundry...” you explain yourself while gratefully taking the towel he holds out to you.

In an effort not to stare at his shirtless torso you turn around, wiping your face dry and ruffling the towel over your hair. Should probably get changed...

...into what, exactly? Your other blouses are dripping on the laundry line, and you ripped your one spare while tracking down an elk a few days ago. With the garden harvest keeping you busy you haven't gotten ‘round to mending it yet.

You huff a breath of irritation.

“¿Cuál es el problema?”

He's reading you better by the day, ain't he?

“'S nothing, 's nothing. Just ain't got a single dry thing to dress myself in.” You shake your head. “Guess I'll just wait it out.” At least it's not too cold. Hopefully the air will warm up again quickly after the rain's passed.

“No, no, you will get sick,” Javier frowns. “Wait.” He disappears into his room and comes back out with his poncho.

You protest, but Javier won't hear it and wraps the fabric around your shoulders. You stumble forward just a little when he does, closer to him, his hands still holding the fabric on either of your sides. Trapped. Your heartbeat accelerates when Javier looks at you for just a beat too long and you think you see—a flicker of something.

Then it's gone, and you're left wondering. He lets you go, taking a respectful step back, but you replay the way his gaze burned on you many times over late at night. Feeling ashamed of yourself for—for wanting him.

Because oh, Lord, you do. You try to deny it, but you know you do.

Wrapped in his scent all day, musk and smoke and the scratchy fabric of his poncho on your bare skin, has you wound more tightly than ever before. God forgive you, but—

Just... just this once.

The nights out here are quiet; just the occasional hoot of an owl or the cry of some other night creature out hunting.

You can hear your sharp intake of breath cut through the air as your hand trails lower, over your stomach, through the rough, curling hair on your mound. You bite your lip to muffle the whimper that threatens to escape when you touch yourself.

You think about Javier's rough, slender hands. The way he presses your father's old harmonica to his mouth, playing you a sweet tune when the labour of the day is done. Wishing he'd press his lips to your skin in just the same way, his low, pleasant voice whispering over your naked body. Praising you, licking you, biting you. Pressing into you—

You arch up, losing yourself in the pleasure that spikes through you. It's so easy to slip into the daydream of Javier, Javier coaxing you through your release, Javier's fingers working your clit, Javier whispering your name in the dark.

Despite your best efforts some soft sounds escape you, and as you lie on your bed, panting slightly from coming down from your high, you burn with embarrassment at what you've just done. Good God, how are you going to look him in the eye tomorrow?

And what if—what if he heard?

Mortifyingly, you can't decide between wishing he had or not.

—

Summer keeps you busy enough to push your shame to a far, dark corner in your mind. There's so much to grow and harvest and hunt, and even though the days are long the hours feel far too short. Canning beans, drying herbs, fermenting vegetables; smoking meat and cutting wood.

Your garden has all but exploded. Sweet, red-ripe tomatoes, rich purple eggplants, peas that grow faster than you can cut them, and what must be the record for the largest zucchini you ever did see. There's berries, too, daily sun-warmed sweet treats, bursting apart on your tongue.

Perhaps it's because there's two pairs of hands to care for the soil this year around; your father always did find fishing and hunting to suit him better, and often you were the sole caretaker of your plot of land.

You didn't mind; you liked growing things. Liked the warm earth between your fingers and the rush of pride when another small green sprout popped up because of your hard work alone.

But you hadn't known that shared joy could taste this sweet. Javier goes out with you during early summer mornings, feeding the chickens—the ladies—before poring over every little stalk and leaf. He scolds bugs and snails in Spanish, tossing them far across the hills after he's shown you the accursed criminal, and argues with the birds brave enough to come close enough.

“El ládron has visited again,” he huffs. “He made a hole in the net.”

“That scoundrel,” you say, trying hard to hold back your laughter. Javier looks cute when he scowls, brows furrowed and mouth pursed disapprovingly like a teacher disappointed in his student. As though the birds should know better by now than to try and steal from him.

You relish in your shared routine.

“Mira, there are more frambuesas,” Javier points out. He's right; many of the still too-hard raspberries have plumped into thick batches overnight.

“Look at that,” you say. “I guess we better start eatin’ them before el ládron does.”

Javier bends down to pick a handful and presents one to you with a smile. “Here—”

You don't know why you open your mouth. Surely he meant for you to take it from him with your fingers—

Javier slips the berry in your mouth. His fingertips brush your lower lip, smelling fresh and sweet. His smile has faded; his gaze has locked on your tongue darting out to catch the juice spilling over.

It's quiet for a beat too long.

You duck your head and clear your throat, an uncomfortable laugh bubbling up to prick through the silence. “Right! Um. I guess we better get to work, yeah?”

—

Javier slumps in his chair with a relieved groan. The kitchen smells like sweet fruit; your freshly made jam is cooling in jars on the table.

You pat his shoulder. “Thanks for helpin’ me, darlin'.”

“Anything for you,” Javier replies tiredly. You huff a laugh, fingers lingering on his arm before pulling away.

“I'll bake you some pancakes,” you promise him. “Those'll go real well with our jam. We'll have ourselves a right feast for the hard work we been puttin’ in.”

Javier perks up. “A party?”

“Sure,” you smile. “We'll make it a party. Why not.”

You follow up on that promise two days later. You spend nearly all day in the kitchen, sweating over the fire, shooing Javier when he comes wandering multiple times to try and sneak a bite of something when you're not looking.

Your effort pays off: there's venison roast, its fragrant herb garnish mouth-watering; savoury vegetable pies, stuffed with today's pickings; sweet cornbread, with butter and nuts to go with; and fruit cobbler, Javier's favourite, for dessert.

You pour yourself and Javier wine that you save for special occasions and make a short, sweet toast; “To our hard work!”

You laugh and chat and eat, and when you've had your fill you linger over your plates. Happy. Content. Even when he leaves—you'll have this. You'll have this memory.

You look up when Javier scrapes his chair back, holding out a hand in invitation. “Señorita,” he says with a quirk of his lips, “it is not a party without dancing.”

“Dancin’?” you ask, amused, even if your hand is already placing itself in his. “We ain't got no music to dance to.”

“Of course we do,” Javier replies lightly, pulling you to your feet. One of his hand presses against the small of your waist, tugging you closer; the other takes the hand already in his and puts it over his heart. “Listen.”

Words falter you, then, against the thrum of his heartbeat strong and alive under your fingertips. Your cheeks feel warm, warmer than because of any effect the wine might've had, and you're powerless to stop Javier when he pulls you into a simple two-step, swaying from side to side.

And when he starts humming a song, gently guiding you into a twirl, you follow with a smile. When Javier dips you and you almost bump into the kitchen table both of you laugh. Javier is careful with you, though, and doesn't allow you to bruise yourself on the wood. He seems to prefer keeping you closely tucked against his chest, anyway, and you're not about to complain.

But you do wish the song lasted longer. Javier smells like summer. Warm dirt, sweat, something green that is beautiful and alive. You want to bottle it up and store it on your shelves next to your jam and pickled berries and dried herbs. Something for the hard days, the cold and quiet days where you need something sweet and light to get you out of bed in the mornings.

All things end, you know that. The cycle of the seasons you live with is a constant reminder. Javier's humming dies away like the birdsong just before autumn becomes winter. You can't help your smile turning just a little sad, and wait for him to release you. Ready to drift away like a little leaf turned brown and dry.

...Except he doesn't. His beautiful eyes have softened into something straight from your daydreams, the ones where you let yourself be greedy and selfish. Keep him all for yourself. The weight of his hand on your waist does nothing to ground you, either—it's too easy to imagine his touch on your bare skin.

His other hand lets yours go, knuckles brushing sweetly over your cheek. Your breath hitches. You can't help yourself—your gaze drops to his lips. The sweet curve of them.

What you wouldn't give.

An easy apology is on the tip of your tongue, ready to break away from this momentary bubble, ready to step back into a friendly distance. You're about to say it. Manage to tear your eyes away from Javier's mouth—

And startle at the heat in his eyes. “Ay, cariño,” he murmurs. “Eres hermosa.”

You know that word. A hot flash rushes through you at the compliment, bursts into flames when Javier leans forward and presses his lips against yours with a sweet insistence. Your eyes flutter shut, the hand that was resting on his shoulder sliding to his neck, responding eagerly, needily—wanted him for so long—

Javier is not unaffected by your enthusiasm and he groans into your mouth, pressing you closer against him. His kiss grows hungrier, demanding. And you—

You force yourself away, panting for air. “I can't,” you gasp. “I can't.”

It'll hurt. This—no more Javier, no more made-up songs hummed in the morning, no more complaints about dirt scuffing the knees on his pants. This is already going to hurt, and if you let him take this piece of you as well you don't know how long it will take you to recover if at all.

“Why?” Javier doesn't let go of you but allows you a little more space when you push against his chest. “Te deseo. I want you.” His voice is low, husky. A shiver works its way along your spine, and with the way he squeezes your sides you know he felt it too.

“I—” You look away from him, pained. “You'll leave someday, Javier—I can't... Can't do this if you—if I know you'll disappear on me—”

“You want me to leave?” Javier asks, frowning.

“No! No, of course not, just... You ain't owed me a thing, and—I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go. I'm sure you've got better things to do—”

“Querida,” Javier says, more forcefully this time. You look up at his him, his expression fierce. “I do not want to leave. ¿Adónde iría?” Realisation dawns on him. “Dios mío, is this why you said I should get Boaz—?”

Your guilty expression tells all, and he lets out an exasperated laugh before pulling you into another kiss. This one is a less careful. Less sweet. Never mind the meal you just had—Javier kisses you like he hasn't eaten in days. You let out a soft, surprised sound and he swallows it, biting at your lower lip so he can slide his tongue against yours. Swallows all the little whines and moans that follow, too, until your knees grow weak and the only thing you're capable of doing is melting against him.

“No voy a ninguna parte,” he mutters, his lips moving against yours without ever leaving you. “Todo el tiempo que me lo permitas.”

“Javi—” you're cut off when he kisses you again, set on devouring you. “Can't—I don't know what...”

He slows down then, just a little, thumbing your cheek and forehead pressed against yours. “I will not leave, cariño. Unless you tell me to.”

Warmth blooms through your chest, spreading all the way to your fingertips. “You better not,” you murmur back. Your free hand has come up to fist the fabric of his blouse. “Who'd fix the fence for me if you went?”

Javier smiles, huffing a quiet laugh through his nose. “Te lo prometo.”

Promise.

It's what snaps that feeble thread pulled taut, on the verge of breaking for months.

And finally... you relax. Pull him into you, trying to kiss him sweet and slow and then immediately abandoning that effort the second you taste him again. Javier's hands rove over your body, squeezing your hips, your waist, your ass. You're eagerly exploring him, too; smoothing your hands over his chest, feeling his lean muscles flex under your touch. His strong arms. His narrow hips.

“Llevo meses queriendo besarte,” he groans against your mouth. “I think about you. On your back. On your knees. Todas las noches.”

Oh, God. You whimper when he moves his mouth to your neck to bite at the soft, sensitive skin and your hands fly up to tangle in his hair, tugging at his ponytail. His own hands have slid to your hips, keeping them pressed against him in an iron grip. You can feel his arousal press against you, and when he sucks on a particularly sweet spot below your jaw your hips buck forward. Javier moans against your skin.

And when you grow daring and let your hand trail down to cup the bulge in his pants the groan he lets out rumbles through his entire chest. You lower yourself slowly, holding his eyes, and Javier watches you with parted, kiss-swollen lips, breath coming more quickly with the way you're caressing his cock through the fabric of his dark jeans.

“You wanted me on my knees, sweetheart?” you ask with a smile, tugging at his button and fly and Javier wastes no time helping you, his cock finally springing free with a tip leaking precum. You keep yourself from groaning. It's a good thing you're kneeling—your legs might have buckled if you'd kept standing. You shift and the wooden floor digs into your knees, but you can't bring yourself to stop or care. You wrap your hand around him, and Javier's hips jolt forward involuntarily. His hands stroke your hair, your cheek. Looking down on you with flushed cheeks and glittering eyes.

Beautiful.

You give a few experimental pumps and relish the quiet moans and groans fall from Javier's lips. “Mierda,” he hisses when he feels your tongue on his shaft. You lick up from the base to the tip, your hand still pumping him slowly. Javier's breath quickens in anticipation, the hand on your head grabbing your hair for something to hold onto. You've wanted this for so long it's hard to draw out any teasing, but you try. Try to make it good for him. You slowly take him into your mouth, hands sliding over his hips and tugging him forward gently, encouraging him to take the pace how he likes.

Javier throws his head back, a low, constant groan filling the room. “Dios mio... You feel—oh, querida...”

The hand in your hair tightens his hold on you, and he slowly thrusts forward, a string of curses and praises falling from his lips. “Tan bueno, tan bueno, cariño... Oh, don't stop, don't stop. No te atrevas a parar—”

You relax your throat, pushing yourself onto him further until the dark, wiry hair trailing down his stomach tickles your nose. Javier is loud, hips stuttering as he moans, lost to words when you gag and swallow around him. Drool trickles down your chin as you breathe heavily through your nose, then pull off to gulp for air. You do it again; and again, and each time Javier's low whines and groans fill the room heat pools in your core. You can feel your wetness against your bloomers, sorely tempted to touch yourself, but you don't want to miss even a second of Javier's pleasure.

“Oh, mi angél,” and Javier shudders when you slide your hands over his thighs, nails dragging over his skin. You repeat the motion, swirl your tongue over the head, and that's all it takes. Javier’s hips jump one last time, voice shooting up an octave as he finds his release. Your eyes water but you keep your mouth on him, swallowing down his salty bitterness, then slowly ease off and look up through your lashes.

Javier watches you with half-lidded eyes, chest heaving, and reaches down to swipe a stray drop of cum off your chin to bring it to your lips instead. You flush, but open your mouth for him. Javier groans weakly when you clean his thumb, watches intently as you swallow.

“Hermosa... Ven aquí—come here.” Javier helps you up and kisses you again, drinking his own aftertaste from your tongue.

He pulls back and watches you with lidded eyes, a sated flush settled over fine features coloured a warmer brown by days of summer sunshine. His gaze softens when you smile at him, a little breathless and a lot aroused.

That softness is replaced by a mischievous glint a second later, and you watch, everything feeling sticky-slow through the haze of your lust, as he bends through he knees and lifts you in his arms.

“Javi—what are you doing?” you laugh, arms flying around his shoulders for purchase. “Put me down, I'm heavy—!”

Javier defiantly does a little spin that has you clinging to him tighter, and you let out a half-smothered squeal of surprise.

“My turn now,” he says smugly, and then he's marching to your bedroom, nudging the door open with his shoulder and pushing past it with a wide grin and flushed cheeks. It's clumsy and uncoordinated because he refuses to stop looking at you longer than a second, too caught up in the dizzying high of chasing something that has been brewing between the two of you for too long.

When he deposits you on your mattress and half-falls over you, legs tangled together, he laughs, giddy with happy disbelief, and you join him while reaching for him with greedy arms.

Javier goes willingly. Now that he's had a taste of you it's like he can't stop, chasing your lips while barely stopping to catch his breath. His hair slips out of his ponytail, tickling your cheek and then your neck when his kisses trail down to your chest. He curses when the buttons on your blouse don't yield immediately, and you help him impatiently rip the fabric out of the way.

A moan stutters out of your chest when warm, wet lips caress your breasts, joined by callused fingers only moments later. For all his impatience Javier's touch borders on reverent. He kneads your flesh gently, dragging his fingertips over the goosebumps left in the wake of his cooling spit. Your eyes squeeze shut when he laves his tongue over your nipples, spurred on by your whines.

You're not the only one feeling pent-up.

Javier's hips rut into yours seemingly without being aware of it, chest pressing against your own, the need to be closer overtaking everything else. Mercifully he's not so far gone that he doesn't remember to move his hands further south in the direction of what has gone from a simmering excitement to an aching heat.

Javier lets out a breathy “oh”, followed by shocked, pleased laughter when he feels how drenched you are for him. “This is for me?” he has the audacity to ask with that wicked curl to his lips.

You flush and try to answer him, then stutter out something unintelligible when his fingers swipe up and around and Lord—

You throw your head backwards, choking on a moan. The only thing you manage for Javier is a harsh, panted “oh God” while your hips buck and writhe without your permission, trying to get more of that delicious friction.

It takes Javier a few tries to settle on what you like, but he's got a good ear and a stubborn streak. He listens closely to your whines and groans, and when your back arches on a particularly good stroke he repeats it. Again. Again—

“Like this?” Javier rasps. When your eyes flutter open they look right into his, dark and huge and hungry. If you had half a mind to think on it his expression would remind you of the day you found him, sat at your dinner table and wolfing down his food.

“Yes,” you whimper. “Oh—Javier, yes, right—right there—”

Javier answers with a moan of his own as though your pleasure with his. His fingers are steadily pouring more of that hot syrupy feeling in your lower stomach, feeding the boil of the flames, and the temperature spikes when Javier leans forward again to kiss your chest.

When his teeth gently scrape your breast you whimper, stomach tensing, and when his lips close around your nipple to suck on your flesh you break. A brushfire rages through you from tip to toe and leave you feeling like you're the smoke coming off it, floating high and hazy far above in the clouds. Time is slow and sticky, just like your body when you come down.

When you open your eyes again, ears ringing and chest heaving, you're met with a daydream lovelier than anything you could've conjured up yourself. Javier's eyes have turned into warm honey, sweet and soft and wanting, drinking you in with undisguised affection.

You cup his face in your hands and feel him tremble ever so slightly, and you let a shaky laugh yourself. Smooth your fingers over his brows, his jaw. The world has tilted from its usual axis. The abundance of summer bursting at the seams while birds trill their songs for love-making, every little thing in the world around you vibrant and at the height of its arching crescendo.

“Hermosa,” Javier murmurs again, voice raspy. He bends down to kiss you again, and though this one is less hurried it is by no means any less sweet.

When he pulls back you take the opportunity to shuck off your pants—they feel too-heavy and coarse. You want to feel Javier's calluses without fabric in the way.

Javier mirrors you, quickly shedding his blouse and pants, hopping on one feet while he fights with the leg, and you laugh. He looks up, grinning, and you feel your heart flood.

His smile remains when he crawls over you again and you shift to pull him closer, further across the bed. It's as though the two of you have always fit together—you part your thighs and Javier's hips follow, slotting into the space like this was always meant to be for him and him alone.

So much skin on skin after so long feels overwhelming. Everything you've wanted condensed down to the essence, suddenly too rich a flavour to swallow down without choking on it.

You shudder.

Javier sighs.

You'd wager both of you have been hungry for something other than a well-cooked meal for a while.

“Yes?” Javier asks, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek.

“Yes,” you answer, hushed. Like a prayer.

Javier groans when he slides his cock through your slick, but he's patient while he lines himself up and gives you time to adjust. He feeds himself to you slowly, heartbeat jumping wildly under his pulse while you breathe through the stretch.

It's been a long time since you've had anything but your fingers, and though the fullness is welcome it makes you tremble and clutch at Javier's arms for support. When you nod for him to move Javier pulls out halfway, then rocks back in, each time a little deeper until he fills the whole space of you.

Javier exhales shakily, dropping his head to the crook of your shoulder when you circle your arms around his neck. For a little time the only thing in the room are quiet pants, the slap of skin on skin, and the slide of sweat. Javier kisses your neck, your cheek, your lips, and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him as close as you can.

That sticky feel-good feeling in your stomach burns low and steady, each stroke adding to a lazy simmering arousal—but when Javier wriggles his hand between your bodies to stroke your clit again it jumps. You gasp, tensing and squeezing around him.

“Dios mío,” Javier groans, hips bucking forward in response. “You feel so good—so good. Am I—nnngh—am I making you feel good, cariño?”

“Yes,” you tell him. “Yes, yes—”

Javier curses. He loses his rhythm with the tight flutter of your cunt, panting “Take it, take it,” before tensing and spilling deep inside you. His release brings forth another zing of pleasure and Javier's fingers keep working you until you follow him in his release.

Boneless, you lie together to catch your breaths until Javier pulls back to look down at you. “You are beautiful,” he says quietly, and he dips down to kiss you. Chaste, this time, tired and sated. Loving. It unknots the last of your worries that Javier might leave in search of something better after all—if this kind of tenderness isn't real, nothing is.

“So are you,” you smile.

You spend the aftermath tangled in each other's arms. Javier's collarbone digs into your cheek and you know for a fact your leg will start cramping in a little while, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. You can feel his lungs expand, breathing slow, alive like summer winds.

Javier's rough fingertips swipe over the naked skin of your shoulder in a circular soothing motion.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against your temple. “For caring.”

A soft kiss on the column of your throat.

“It makes me want to care, too.”

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ladymrf · 1 month ago

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my version of the baby clone.

something lie

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when he realizes what he's created Tim's first instinct is to scream for Conner, because when shit goes south it's the first thought he's had since he can remember, screaming for Conner.

Then he looks at the little developing embryo in the capsule in front of him and remembers that, shit, Conner is dead.

So he calls Cassie, because shit, Cassie is all he has in the community right now and Cassie knows about the cloning and has yelled at him for it and she knows, she knows Tim was kind of crazy and she's okay with it (most of the time).

Cassie arrives minutes later, she looks at the embryo, she looks at Tim and sighs so loudly, but she gently touches the glass and murmurs that "We're taking him to the Farm."

Tim wants to argue, but Cassie is right, there is only one place in the world where no one would try anything against the poor life in the capsule, no one from Gotham would go near the farm, no one wants Clark's wrath upon themselves.

Oh my God, Clark.

Jesus, Kara.

Tim transfers the life form to a smaller transport capsule, Cassie is sending messages to the rest of the girls, asking them to go to the farm discreetly for the next few days, when he is ready, Cassie holds him around the middle with one arm and hugs the capsule with the other.

They fly for hours, Tim sleeps and only wakes up when they land on the farm, Marta is at the door, Clark and Kara next to her.

Kara collects the capsule from Cassie, she packs the thing carefully, eyes wet with tears, she looks at Clark, who seems as emotional as she is, hugging the capsule to his chest she goes inside the house, Clark follows her after a brief glance at Cassie and Tim, clearly checking for injuries.

Marta is the one who hugs him tightly, carefully, bringing him inside, where food is on the coffee table and the familiar warmth makes Tim want to cry.

"I…" he starts looking at Kara and Clark, both standing admiring the capsule on the coffee table in the living room "I didn't think I could do it, not like this."

"But here we are." Clark was still looking at the capsule. "Accelerated development?"

"I think so, it should take less than the traditional nine months."

"Maybe the Fortress is the best place." Kara touched the glass carefully. "Safer, he's so small."

"And too far away, he'd be alone most of the time, it's not good." Marta shook her head, approaching the capsule, her hand trembling when she touched it. "Here it's safe and discreet, he'll also be close to his family, much better."

"Yes, family is important." A tear ran down Clark's face, he wiped it away with the back of his hand, a shaky smile forming on his face "Sorry, he has a weak pulse, his heart is still forming, but he looks so much like…"

Tim knows, he reminds Kon, he looks away because the only experience he had with a grieving father was Bruce and it wasn't a good memory, grieving doesn't suit Clark, he's too enlightened to have such suffering.

Kara is crying, Marta hugs her, Clark takes a deep breath and looks at Tim trying to appear normal, he fails miserably.

"You're not staying here." He states the obvious "You're not coming back until you've checked all the possibilities for your theory, I know, just like your father, but this child wasn't made alone Tim. You have until the birth to sort out your life, until then the child will stay here in our care. When it's born, we'll discuss the situation again, but don't worry, El House doesn't abandon its own."

Tim swallows hard, it's better than he expected.

"I'll be back before he's born." He promises, the child is half his, he's a father, Tim won't be an absent father like his was "I promise."

"Call me if you need one of us, Krypto is missing, but I think he'd come back if one of you called." Clark nodded at him and Cassie, finally looking back at the embryo and managing to give a positive smile "Hm, Jon will like being an uncle."

"You guys are so cool about it."

"Life is giving us a second chance, it would be foolish not to embrace it and let's be honest Cassandra, there's very little Tim could have done that Conner wouldn't agree with." Clark chuckled softly "I spent years listening to him babble about every absurdity you did on your missions, totally in love with every crazy thing you did."

And that's a punch in the stomach, he starts crying again full force and Cassie hugs him, but she's crying too.

It's a collective cry until Marta Kent has had enough and they go back to the planning table.

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When Connor comes back and finds a baby floating in a capsule in his room, he shrugs and thinks "damn, I need to talk to Tim."

He does so in Paris.

Kon after the hug: So the baby…

Tim: OMG I'M SO SORRY…

Kon: I don't think we should raise him in Gotham, that city is really weird, he needs sunlight, you know? Maybe Metropolis for the first few years for the support system, but we can move to San Francisco later if you want? Maybe somewhere else.

Tim: What?

Kon: No seriously, I plan on starting college after I get high school sorted, I don't know what you plan on, but in Metropolis we have literally super babysitters available to help us, it's close to Smallville, so Ma can help too. The daycares are also really good from what Lois said.

Tim: Kon…

Kon: And your family doesn't even know about him, not that I don't trust your family to help us in Gotham! I mean I kind of want to punch half of them, but that's not why I promise! It's for the sun Tim, kids need sun! And like, there's so much kryptonite in that cave plus Anita and Greta offered to move to Metropolis to help, but they would never go to Gotham and Cissie would never step foot in that hole either, so we can't stay in Gotham…

And he keeps talking about baby stuff and Tim just can't help but kiss him.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #clark kent #cassie sandsmark #kara danvers #dc comics #yj98

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mbsneur · 11 months ago

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Casual Sex

Misa Rodriguez x Reader

Summary: You met Misa because of Jenni. You have casual sex very often but you don't feel good anymore?

Warnings: Smut,Sub!reader,oral,fingering, names like „Amore“ and „good girl“

WC: 1304

please read this text before going to the story please don't be so strict with me but rather write to me what I can do better or what you wished were different. also tell me if you find the story too long or too short.. Also write to me if you liked it. My requests are always open (and English is not my first language so don't be mad at me) and if you have any ideas for the future about who I should write please tell me… the topics I will choose by myself unless you have a request for one or two people I will Read everything.. in the next survey I will take a few ideas from the old survey and new ones…. now read and I hope you like it <33

Real Madrid lost the El Clásico against rivals Barça as so often again Misa stood in front of your door frustrated and angry and fucked you in every direction

You have been friends with Jenni since childhood and last month she took you to a party where there were several Spanish people and where you also met Misa

even after 6 orgasms she was still lying between your legs your whole body was weak and shaking you saw Misas Strong arms around your thighs to keep them apart. She kissed the inside of your thighs and you saw her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead. With every kiss, your legs twitched and Misa had a smug smile in return

you are still dripping from your previous orgasm misa gets higher and higher with her mouth and licks a large stripe from your hole to your clit your legs close and you twitch you try to push misa away but she squeezes tightly around your thighs holding you in place "Misa I can't take another one, I can't feel my legs anymore"

"psht amore you can, I know you can, don't you want to be my good girl?"

„yeah mi-„

"So you see, you're going to take what I give you mh"

misa's head returns to your core she places soft kisses on your clit making you cry out misa starts sucking and brings one of her fingers to your hole and circles it gently your hips rock into her mouth and you whimper "baby please don't tease" Misa smiles and inserts a finger inside you. You start to get louder and louder and Misa hits all the right spots inside you. She curls her fingers and sucks on your clit. You breathe quickly and your pelvis rises Misa squeezes your stomach with her other hand to keep you in place. You get louder "fuck misa right there" you moan and your eyes roll into your head sweat forms on your chest and you get closer to where misa wants you "Will you cum for me pretty girl?" She asks and now pumps two fingers into your dripping hole. You can hear how wet you are "baby you are going to make me cum I want to cum on your fingers like a good girl please misa" you literally screamed misa now started sucking your clit harder and your legs started shaking you scream and cum all over misa's face your Legs close around her head and she helps you through your orgasm. She only removes her fingers when she is sure you have survived it

Misa moves away from you and comes up to you. She gently kisses your shoulder and whispers in your ear "I knew you could, my good girl" then she gets up, takes her things and starts to get dressed. You don't feel good about the fact that Misa always just comes to you to fuck you and then leaves again as if nothing had ever happened. You felt like that like an object for her you watch her, with every step her stomach tenses she renews her bun and looks for her sports bra in the room "do you want to go already Misa?" you ask her, she has found her sports bra and while she is putting on her clothes she looks at you briefly. You are lying there with your head leaning on your arm, watching the sweaty Misa. "Yes, I'm going, I'm tired. I'll call you when I see you again or I need it or i just come here" she says without batting an eyelash and sternly as if she's paying you to sleep with her somehow it's not what you want from Misa "I thought we'd take a shower together or eat together, I can make you tapas You always like them so much when I make them," you say quietly and you're embarrassed to ask "I don't have time for that, no, I'll take a shower at home." She puts on her shoes and is kind of rushed. She takes the rest of her things with her With a "see you" she slams the door and leaves you naked and tired from sex

You pull yourself together and take a hot bath. You don't really know what to think about it or what you feel or whether you want to talk to Misa about it. You don't want it to be over either because Misa actually has so much love and care in her You have often noticed when you were sick and she came here and brought you things to help you get better or she invited you to her games or went to one with you. You never talked about love, it was always just friendship and sex. casual sex.

Misa has become different. She doesn't take you anywhere anymore or is caring towards you. She only comes here to have sex with you and then leaves again. u want to feel Misa differently. u want to feel her love?

The next day

You were at work like every day. Misa wrote to you early in the morning asking if she could come over later. She misses your taste, You knew she had training. You had ignored her message through the day to do your work. You arrived home around 4pm You bought groceries and were about to put them away. You took a quick shower and sat on the couch without saying a word to Misa or answering her all day. Around 10pm a loud knock on your door broke you out of your drowsy mood

You rub your eyes and actually wanted to ignore it until there was another knock, with a loud sigh You got up and ran to the door and opened it. Who else should be standing there but Misa. She greeted you with a smile and without you being able to ask her go come in or you could close the door, her lips were against your neck "mis-" “Amore why don’t you answer me all day” she whispers between kisses against your skin "misa stop" You push her away and she looks at you confusingly, raising her arms to the height of her chest "Que pasa y/n" You sigh and close your arms in front of you. You swallow "Misa I feel like an object for you where is the Misa who goes out with me invites me to matches or holds me in her arms I feel like a woman you pay" Misa's gaze softens and she can hear the frustration in your voice "I thought I didn't want that- I thought we were just people who had casual sex. I never wanted to hurt you. Did you fall in love with me?" she says stuttering You look at her and say nothing. You don't want to answer because you don't know the answer

oh wow i hope you like it, tell me your opinion

thank you <3

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #fitblr #misa rodriguez #woso appreciation #woso blurbs #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso smut #woso soccer

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maybequinnidk · 5 months ago

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I'm Good At Loving You (You're Good At Loving Me) pt. 1

(may be a bit ooc, canon divergent/blurry, turned out angstier than i expected, POV alternating, feedback is appreciated, title from a mother mother song)

It's been months since they got her back from The Place That Shouldn't Be Named. The first weeks were the hardest, she had nightmares whenever she was able to sleep for more than one hour, quit CatCo (once again) to prioritize her Supergirl duties, had long and necessary but sometimes unpleasant conversations with Lena to rebuild their relationship; [tl,dr: lots of crying].

She's healing though, as much as she can without proper treatment, because "how could Supergirl have a therapist, Kelly? ". By far, the aspect of her life that has been recovering the best was her relationships. Supergirl was overwhelmed and burning out, Kara Danvers was... well, not a mistake, just a bit lost. But Kara Zor-El? She was doing something right. She's been mentoring Nia more often, hanging out with Kelly and Brainy, getting emotionally and physically closer to Lena, having sister's nights, game nights, movie nights (those often became sleepovers, which is a very welcome bonus).

And speaking of movie night, the two just finished their movie marathon and are cuddling on the couch of Kara's apartment. Her best friend is sitting sideways on her lap, the kryptonian scratching her scalp which makes the brunette involuntarily close her eyes and all but melt into the touch — if she was a cat, she would be purring.

"I love you." Quiet but certain.

And how could she not say it when Lena was existing being all cute and gorgeous so effortlessly? But it might have been the wrong move, because Lena got tense.

Kara beat herself up internally. One of the things they have talked about is their abandonment and trust issues, not just with each other but from previous situations. Those who manipulated, lied, left and died. She also remembers about how when they restarted being touchy, they agreed to just proceed with caution. Maybe that applies now too. The hand in Lena's hair stills.

"We agreed on taking things slow and you don't have to say anything back. I know other people have said this to you when they didn't fully mean it, but I will show you that I do. I'll always be here, whenever, however you need me and want me." she hoped that was the right course of action, the last thing she wants is to make Lena more uncomfortable.

Lena just nods, her eyes shut. It makes Kara think she shouldn't have said anything, but she can't take it back now and reinforce Lena's doubts, she wouldn't want to take it back anyway.

"C-can you say that again?" her voice broken.

"I'll always be here for-"

"Not that." she takes a deep breath, "The other thing. Before that."

"I love you, Lena." she says it louder, she's proud to say it.

Lena turns to face her and gets closer until she lets her head fall on the taller woman's shoulder.

"I can't say it." Tears wet the collar of her shirt.

"I know. It's okay. I'm here." She rubs Lena's back.

> > > × < < <

from Darling 💙

r u busy? 8:23PM

— I thought you were on patrol 8:25PM

alex insisted i took the rest of the night off from any sg stuff so im free

im still at the tower though

i could get us some food 8:26PM

Kara has been so patient with her this week.

First Lena had to cancel on their weekly morning walk on tuesday —they meet at Noonan's for breakfast and walk to the park until they have to go seperate ways or go somewhere else together—, then she was late and zoning out during movie night on wednesday, and finally in that same night Kara made her love known verbally and she couldn't do anything but sob. If Kara was mad at her she wouldn't blame her. Lena already knew she was a bad friend, but she's an even worse partner.

Kara will get tired of your shit sooner or later. it'll be sooner. there won't be a later, Kara will leave once she realizes she deserves better.

no she won't, she's too nice.

— Ok I'm going

— Just need to shower first. Then I'll meet you there 8:35PM

see you soon 🥰🥰💕 8:35PM

inhale, hold, exhale. inhale, hold, exhale. She knows what she has to do.

here goes nothing...

- I also wanted to talk about something 8:38PM

Lena's shower takes longer than usual, with her thinking about what exactly she wants to talk about. She puts on some comfortable clothes for a night in and portals to J'onn's P.I. office.

She takes the elevator and finds who she's looking for at the break room in the 3rd floor. The food is already on the coffee table, which is surrounded by armchairs and couches. No one else seems to be here, they must be on another floor or at home.

"Hey."

"Lena, hi!"

They hug and Kara pulls back sooner than Lena is expecting.

is she annoyed already?

"Hey... is everything okay? You said you wanted to talk."

right. time to get this over with.

Lena mustered up the courage to tell Kara what was going on and braced herself for the metaphorical impact. But instead

"Lena, you didn't cancel the morning walk, you just changed it from tuesday to thursday because you were tired from staying up all night. And it's impossible to be late for spending the night in. Especially when you were busy working with Brainy on the Tower's defenses."

She doesn't know how to respond to that so she stays quiet.

say something, you were the one who asked to talk.

"I'm a bad partner."

"What? I'm sure Brainy loves working with you."

"No, for you. I can't meet the deadlines. I can't keep up with you, I'm too slow. You should find something better."

"Lena, this isn't a job and you're not a something. I've been late plenty of times, too, we're allowed to be late." She left no room for discussion. "And also, you're ignoring all the good things you've done."

She turns to Kara, confused.

"Like what?" She scoffs.

"Other than you saving my life countless times?"

Lena distracts herself playing with the food.

"Wait... what did you mean you're 'too slow'? Am I moving too fast?"

She was hoping Kara wouldn't ask that.

"The other night, you-" a heavy sigh "you were so sure and I couldn't say it and then I cried? It's ridiculous! I'm-"

"Please don't finish that sentence," pleading. "Lena if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be recovering this fast. I was having nightmare after nightmare until you started staying over."

Kara looks like she's in pain and her voice is strained.

she's upset, you did this.

"Are you sure about it? You can still take it back," she avoided Kara's eyes.

Kara understands immediately what she's referring to.

"I'm not taking it back. I meant it, I mean it and I will never regret saying it. Even when we get sad, upset or even angry. Even if we have a fight," she reassures her.

is that what people call unconditional love?

"I don't understand why you would say that to me when I'm just- just me."

Kara reaches out for her hands. She lets her take it.

"I love you because you're you. I love having you in my life. And if you want me not to say so, I won't but just know that's how I feel."

She takes some time to consider. It's not that she has reservations about Kara confessing her feeling, she was just unprepared, surprised and got lost in the past for a while.

"I guess I don't want you not to say it," she says after calming down a bit.

"Oh? Good to know."

"I'm sorry I-" she cuts herself off not sure why she's apologizing.

By the time they finish talking the food is cold and Lena is getting tired. J'onn and Brainy were still at the Tower and joined them in casual conversation and updates on their defense system.

She wakes up from dozing off on Kara's shoulder. She sees it's almost eleven and listens Kara still talking to Brainy.

She snuggles deeper in Kara's neck.

"Kara?" sleepy

"Hmm"

"Kara..." whiney

"Yeah?"

"Darling..." needy

"What is it, baby?" she feels Kara's lips on her hair.

"I wanna go home." quiet

Kara wraps up her chat and they say goodbye to their Coluan friend (who is unsurprised, used to this type of scene between the two) and they portal back to the Kara's.

part 2

#supercorp #supergirl #fanfic #kara x lena #kara danvers #lena luthor #quinn's stuff #quinn's fics

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starrynights-sunnyskies · 1 year ago

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (10/17)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

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alexiaputellas ❤️

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bff1 celebrating with the good clicquot i see! jk, here's to a ton of happy memories!!! you both deserve it 💘

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username1 and they were roommates!!! ↳ username2 historians will say they were good friends

jennihermoso When's the housewarming party? 😉

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leilaouahabi i'm visiting as soon as i can!!

albaps9 fyi, she's going to be a pain when it'll come to the decorating ↳ marisabel_rguez No worries! I find it cute that she's passionate about it! ↳ albaps9 she's turning your flaws into positives, @/yourusername keep her ↳ yourusername planning on it!!

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albaps9 seeing you two always makes me so happy, excuse me while i go and sob 😓

alexiaputellas Finally no more secrecy or surprises for me jajaja ↳ albaps9 don't you fucking jinx it now, you can still be teased and traumatised 🤣 ↳ alexiaputellas Ay, please no 🤨

jennihermoso As you should 😘

yourusername te amo desde el fondo de mi corazón 🥺 liked by 56 others ↳ marisabel_rguez Te quiero con toda mi alma!! liked by 47 others

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tagged: bff1, bff2, marisabel_rguez, bff3 yourusername: with my clique. minus the clicquot bc bestie's running a bakery atm 👶👯‍♀️ Liked by bff3, albaps9, marialeonn16 and 1,029 others

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you nooo where are you 🥺

Misa 🤍 Good morning, love!! Getting groceries with your mami. You looked too peaceful. Didn’t want to wake you. Didn’t you find my note?

you what note? 😔

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you wait i found it!! i love you too 😊

you oh and can you please bring more of my favourite snacks? alba ate them last night ):

Misa 🤍 Already got them in the cart 😛

you te quiero MUCHO

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Misa 🤍 Hey, now where are YOU? 😂😅

you walking the dogs with albs and ale 😳

you but i'll be back in a sec! prometo 🤍🌼

Misa 🤍 No worries, take as long as you need. I've been wanting to have a chat with your mom for a while now anyway 😘

you better not be about me. you know that gossiping is a sin, right?

Misa 🤍 Can it really be called gossiping when it's just gushing about you?

Misa 🤍 And hey, what we did last night wasn't? Since when have you been on your best behaviour?

you just feel like being a good girl for you for once

you anyway, you better watch her, because she can't help herself but do stuff around the house and there are things i don’t need her to find 😐

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you misa??

you this is important 😖

you MARIA ISABEL RODRIGUEZ!

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a/n: thank you for still being here to read and support, loves! 🌼🌻

#misa rodriguez x reader #woso social media au #woso x reader

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veryace-ficrecs · 5 months ago

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Young Justice Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Big girls don't cry by siren_of_the_ocean - Rated G

For Bart Allen, it's a random weekday in the middle of a random year. For Tim Drake, it's the day after his birthday and his whole world had just fallen apart.

Rest and Relaxation Post-Mission by Cherry_Sofa_729 - Rated T

After a mission that leaves everyone in safe condition but exhausted, all of Young Justice decides a little R & R is in order. Granted, when you’re young, together without any supervision, all dating each other, and a bunch of superheroes, a chill night in looks a little different

Dick needs to learn to stop listening when young justice starts talking by allmywritings - Rated T

Dick wished he could stop overhearing the things Young Justice said. At this point, he’d make a deal with the gods. Or://Dick keeps hearing the absolutely wild things that come out of Young Justice's mouths and then has to carry on with his day like there's nothing wrong.

Running in Place by d3ssie_r0se - Rated T

"Tim. How're his vitals?" She forced a calm into her voice. Like her, Tim was almost certainly itching to be out there looking as well. Still, it's not like either of them stood a chance. Cassie maybe, if he wasn't trying. Tim? At the end of the day, Tim was human. "Heartrate and BP through the roof. I can't tell if he's running low blood glucose yet. Both flashes have done this for days without crashing but... It was rough after." Cassie fought to keep her breathing steady. It was awful feeling helpless like this. Conner threw his bottle of water to the ground, "Okay. I'll give it another go." Then he was gone. Again. Cassie glanced to Tim. His usually cool blue eyes were betraying signs of stress as he clicked through various tabs on his laptop. They couldn't activate anything global without alerting the league and putting Bart in danger. Not to mention further stressing him out. -- most speedsters run off their problems when things get to much. where it gets dangerous is when they don't (or can't) stop.

Uh, Who?! by FloatingNebulas - Rated T

Everyone knows the four remaining members of Young Justice: Tim Drake, Bart Allen, Cassandra Sandsmark, and Kon-El. Everyone also knows that the four of them used to be part of a team named Young Justice in their early days, before joining the Teen Titans. However, very few people know what happened on that team. Very few people also know about the missing members of the team. Young Justice was not just those four. Young Justice was populated almost entirely by unknown names in case files and half-forgotten syllables. Or, five times someone learned about the forgotten members of Young Justice and had no idea who they were, and one time they met them.

it’s all fun and games ‘til Santa checks the naughty list by suzukiblu - Rated T

“Because we said we were gonna do it together, Bart,” Cassie says. “Which requires us all being here and contributing. Together. Tim is not here yet, therefore we are not all here and contributing, therefore we are going to wait.” “Tim is an atheist!” Bart says. “A Jewish atheist!” “Christmas decorations don’t, like, stop working if you don’t believe in them, man,” Kon says, then raises an eyebrow at him. “And aren’t you an atheist?” “That’s between me and the Speed Force,” Bart says, making a face at him. “But Tim is. And Cassie knows gods and doesn’t even pray to them, and you just keep anthropomorphizing your broken cloning tube!” “Poor ol’ Nanny McTubers, may she rest in peace,” Kon says wistfully, laying a hand over his heart before shrugging casually. “Or pieces.”

"Don't mess with my friends" by siren_of_the_ocean - Rated T

A phone call can bring many things. Good news, bad news, joy and terror. This particular phone call never should have happened. “Tim. Greta’s missing”

Those still here by Lilac_Demetrius - Rated T

After a week in space, Tim and his team return to earth only to find out that 5 years have passed since they left, and everyone thinks they're dead.

Bat in a Flash by siren_of_the_ocean - Rated T

When Tim is struck by lightning, his whole world changes. Everything moves just slightly slower now. Not because they are slow but because he is fast. Now he has to adapt and live, but with the help of Young Justice and the Flash team, he might actually make it through.

The Case of the Missing Kryptonite by Mouse_in_this_house - Rated G

The Kryptonite ring in the Batcave has gone missing. When such a dangerous weapon is in the wind, the Bats have to collaborate to track it down. Meanwhile, the former Young Justice team obliviously enjoys their piercing party.

Streamer by Day, Vigilante by Night by jupiterliketheplanet - Rated G

Ok, maybe Tim has a problem with working too much. But seriously Dinah, a hobby? or; Four friends accidentally get internet famous in an attempt to get Dinah off their back about having fun outside of work.

Tim Collects Last Names Like Infinity Stones by zetarogue - Rated G

“If we got married, you’d be Tim Allen.” Tim didn’t look up from his computer as he spoke. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t just add another hyphen.”

Put a ring on it by Miss_Choco_chips - Rated T

"You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up", she informed Tim’s fluffy hair. Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them. "Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios." "How? This was probably out of Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list." "I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will."

#veryace recs #young justice #young just us #tim drake #bart allen #kon el superboy #cassie sandsmark #batman #batman fic recs #young justice fic recs #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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cosmickid-inmotion · 3 months ago

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Beyond a blank slate reader

Hello everyone! There's been some wonderful discussions about inclusivity in the PPCU recently and I highly encourage them to keep on! A lot of it how certain phrases can code a reader as white, like "you blushed" etc. It's important to try and make your reader as inclusive as possible!

But I wanted to share some stories that aren't just a blank slate reader, but are my attempt to make people not only not feel excluded, but specifically included.

A lot of this is stuff i wrote because I wanted to see myself, like jewish or transmasc readers, in fics. Others I wrote because I want others to have that same feeling. That not only can you put yourself in the story, but you can actually see it clearly there.

I'll be honest, this came after getting an anon calling me not one but two slurs (three? They repeated one with a shortened version lol) and I wanted to be EVEN MORE LOUD about writing trans characters. i figured why not highlight all sorts of things that readers might like to read that are hard to find!

I've also included anything I think is under represented, like Boston!Joel with no age gap reader, or plus sized readers.

Below will be fics with readers and OC's with different gender identities, race, ethnicity, religion, and disabilties.

Most are Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac, but there's some with the other triple frontier boys <3

And to be clear, there is NOTHING wrong with a blank slate. MOST of what I write is blank slate. But you can absolutly be descriptive as long as you are tagging properly! And you can write for more than just no descripters. I am white, but I have no desire to only ever write white characters. We can all branch out and learn.

I've asked this before, what representation specifically do YOU want to see? Drop in my inbox, and I'll consider it, as going forward I think I'm more interested in x oc rather than x reader.

Last year I tried to compile a list of explicitly non-white fics by other writers and only got two people replying so it didnt go anywhere, but I'm going to try again this weekend! That way I can highlight not just myself.

Moon Knight

Seattle (Series): Marc Spector x Jewish!fem!OC. Marc trying to help Rebecca leave an abusive relationship.

Both of Us: Marc Spector x muslism!fem!Reader. Reader and Marc expecting a baby <3

The Times, they are a-chang'n: Marc Spector x Jewish!fem!Reader

Steven With A Non-Verbal reader: Steven Grant with selectively mute reader.

Marc with a Plus Sized reader: Marc Spector x plus sized! reader. Reader

Her Hair Reminds Me of a Warm Safe Place: Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly. I didn't add every Marc x Layla here but I wrote this one specifically for my friend Clem who is arab and curly haired like Layla and has so much joy seeing Layla and her curls on screen, so I emphasized Marc finding safety in her.

Moon Boys with an agoraphobic reader: Headcanons of a reader with agoraphobia

I wrote one with Steven with a reader with ocd but i cant fucking find it so if you see it lmk lol

Triple Frontier

If You Wanna be Wild: Javier Pena x Latina!fem!Reader/oc x Santiago Garcia. Javier gets a new partner, a young Santi, and they go after Lorea together. He does not account for both of them sleeping with the same prositute. Partway through, "reader" became more of an oc, but the description is clear. She's latina and Colombian, curly hair. When I start moving everything to my new blog I'll just edit everything as an OC.

Big Boys Don't Cry: Trans! Santiago Garcia x transmasc!reader

Santi With a Curly Haired Reader: Just what it says. Not explicitly POC but can easily imagine if you have curly hair no matter the race.

See more at the bottom about the leather and lace universe

The Last of Us

Darkness on the Edge of Town: Joel Miller x older!fem!reader. By older, I mean she's the same age as Joel in boston, post-menopause. Joel saves a woman from FEDRA guards and they are stuck together in his apartment during a lockdown.

Lights: Joel Miller x jewish!fem!reader. Jackson!Joel asks out Jewish!reader

About a Girl: Joel Miller x trans!fem!reader. Joel, a single dad of a kindergarten aged Sarah, meets Blue, and is instantly attracted, but he doesn't know she's trans yet. Heavy on themes of found family, domestic abuse to Joel, addiction, transphobia.

Joel Takes a Strap: Joel x trans!masc!reader. Is exactly what it says LOL

The River: Joel Miller x black!fem!reader. Sarah's mom reader, Joel and you lose your virginities together, Sarah is conceived.

Happy Birthday, Joel: Trans!Joel x male!reader. You and Joel pic out a new name for him.

Santa Joel-y: Joel Miller x plus sized!Fem!Reader. Joel is feeling down about his weight gain, reader cheers him up.

Narcos

If You Wanna be Wild: Javier Pena x Latina!fem!Reader/oc x Santiago Garcia. Partway through, "reader" became more of an oc, but the description is clear. She's latina and Colombian, curly hair. When I start moving everything to my new blog I'll just edit everything as an OC. Javier gets a new partner, a young Santi, and they go after Lorea together. He does not account for both of them sleeping with the same prositute.

Leather and Lace universe (Triple Frontier)

Putting this at the bottom because it's my baby and i know I promo it a lot so I wanted to give people a chance to see the other stuff.

Leather and Lace universe started with Just writing the series leather and Lace. I wasn't ready to let go of the characters i created, so I branched off with Frankie and Jana's story. now it's an anthology.

Each series can be read seperately, but are best all together because there are side arches. Each series is a different TF boy and their OC, each OC is wildly varied.

The full LaL masterlist with chronological pieces here if you want to read it all to date, OR you can look below for one that fits your tastes.

Please be mindful of warnings of each. heavy themes of domestic violence, rape, addiction, and child abuse are present.

Leather and Lace: Santiago Garcia x oc, Laci. The Tf boys find laci in Colombia, a victim of sex trafficking and they rescue her. She's deeply traumatized, but Santi is there to help her every step. Santi is coded to be autistic and is non-verbal often (more in the begining, she talks more as her anxiety eases.) and she has severe PTSD.

Take Your Time: Francisco Morales x oc, Jana. frankie is struggling to stay sober. Despite his attempts to push people away, Jana won't allow him to lose himself in addiction and depression, for his own and for their daughter's sake. Jana is a bisexual icon, and Afro-latina.

For the Longest Time: William Miller x OC, Lorelei. Lorelei and Will keep accidentally meeting. Suspicious and often judgmental, Lorelei is hesitant to let Will and his friends in. She learns she can trust them, and they learn she has a heart of gold and is the most loyal friend you could have. Lorelei is Vietnamese.

Coming soon... No Surrender: Ben Miller x oc, Cam. Join the tag list! Stuck in an abusive relationship and drinking heavily, Ben is just trying to get through this harvest and sell the family farm. Will calls in the only person he thinks can help his brother. Cam is Scottish and part Vietnamese (1/4), and has a hearing aid.

If any incorrect, outdated, or offensive langauge was used in any of these descripters, please let me know! I do my best to research and ask people in any groups I am not a part of, but I know things can slip through and I will never be above being corrected

Thank you for taking the time to read my works! If you are so inclinced, check out my event, disability visibility, to highlight disability awareness!

Follow @cosmic-kid-in-motion which will be my new blog! Im going to start moving things over there. Don't worry, ill keep things up at this blog for a long while, but if by chance you are seeing this list and links dont work, go over to that blog and i'll hopefully have this list with SO MUCH MORE I have planned, like marcus acacius x muslism!reader, and wheelchair user Santi!

#triple frontier #the last of us #moon knight #narcos #roman writes #marc spector #steven grant #santiago garcia #joel miller #frankie morales #pedro pascal #oscar isaac

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I love the beach story so much and would love a part 3. I loved the detail of Van getting sunburn too since she has red hair. I also loved akilah being concerned about the animals. You do a great job of having the characters consistent with the show. I think in the car shed get pretty fussy about it because she’d get a little feverish and feel sick from the sunburn, and it’s uncomfortable, especially around her scarring.

The chaos of Nat and Tai trying to get all the smaller ones changed for the car ride. Them trying to get Jackie Mari Mel and Gen into their pull ups since they know they’re probably going to fall asleep and are prone to night accidents.

Mel being a little fussy because she wants to sit with her best friend Gen, but Gen wants to be in the front so she can be closer to Tai, and there’s room in the front for a bucket to go between her legs in case she is feeling sick.

Mari crying for the first 10 minutes because she’s overtired, then Tai gives her sippy cup with apple juice in it and she’s fine, falls asleep immediately.

Tai trying to comfort Van and drive. Maybe Shauna is feeling big again and can drive.

Jackie’s keep handing Van random things to see if she’ll stop fussing, and reporting to Tai in the front everything.

“Maris sleeping Tai”

“Van is crying again”

“Van is touching her face again”

“Van is sweating”

“Van face red”

“Vans arms are red”

“I think I peed-ed”

Etc.

When they finally get home Jackie and Mari are both asleep and get carried inside, and put to bed immediately.

Mel and Van insisting on bath time together so they can play more. Mostly Mel because she wants to help Van cheer up.

Vans fine for a little but then gets cranky and has a tantrum for no reason because she feels queasy and tired and achy from the sun sickness/sun burn.

Nat comes in to help Mel get changed for bed, while Tai comforts Van.

I feel like this could be 2 parts , if you’re interested. I love this story so much and thanks for doing my request!

Love, 🐨🐨

Life's A Beach - Pt. 3

Summary: Done with their day at the beach, the Yellowjackets have to get back home for the night. Inspired by some of the lovely ideas above! I did end up spliting the ask into 2 parts, so there will be a part 4 sometime soon

"We're not gonna have to make them change in the car, are we?" Nat grumbled as she shoved a wad of still-damp towels into a bag. Tai shook her head, glancing over her shoulder to make sure everyone was helping to pack up their things. Mari was sitting glumly atop the cooler, not doing much, but Tai figured she'd let that one slide considering she'd volunteered to carry said cooler when no one else wanted to.

"There's a building up by the parking lot with stalls for changing and stuff," she explained, zipping up Van's backpack and turning to hand it to her. The redhead had been trailing Tai around since they'd started packing up, rubbing at her sunburnt face miserably.

"Do you wanna take 'em up now? I can give you the keys so you can drop all the stuff in our car," Nat asked.

Tai did not want to take them up now. She had a feeling that she'd need Nat and Laura Lee's help with getting the littles set for the car ride back.

"Nah, I'll just wait," she said casually, scanning their area for misplaced shoes or toys.

It was another fifteen minutes before everyone had managed to get their things packed up and hefted various bags onto their shoulders. They trooped through the sand back up to the parking lot and Tai was surprised to find that aside from their cars, the lot was almost entirely empty.

Nat popped the trunk of their car to allow everyone to drop the chairs and coolers in, while Tai unearthed two bags from the other car that held dry clothes for the ride home. She handed one to Nat and kept the other for herself, calling for the girls to follow her up to the wooden building that held the stalls she'd mentioned earlier.

Laura Lee waved them ahead, opting to get Lottie changed in the car since there was no one else in the parking lot and the minivan was big enough to do it with the door shut.

"We'll take her for the ride back, also," she told Tai. Lottie was already on her way to being asleep again, head lolling against Laura Lee's shoulder.

Once they got to the building, Tai rifled through her bag for Van and Shauna's clean clothes.

"You two go get changed and come back here when you're done," she directed. "Akilah, hon, I think Nat has your clothes."

Nat nodded, holding up a bundle of purple and white.

"I've also got Jackie and Gen," she said.

"You take them and I'll handle the others?"

They split up and headed inside, herding the others along with them. Mari had discovered the push-button shower heads outside the building and had made up a game that seemed to mostly involve her getting Mel wet, which made Tai grateful for the dry towel she'd grabbed at the last second.

She draped the towel around Mel before bending once more to rummage through the clothing bag.

"It stinks in here," Mari observed, poking her head through one of the curtains to the change stalls.

"Sure does," Tai agreed. It was an unfortunate combination of sea salt and general bathroom smell, which made Mel pinch at her nose adorably. Tai finally found what she had been hunting for in the bag and handed Mari a bundle of clothes with a pull-up sandwiched between them, trying to make it seem casual. Mari froze when she realized, wrinkling her nose.

"I don't need this," she protested. "It's probably Mel's."

Mel blushed, shifting on her feet as she looked down. Tai sighed, pulling the blonde's dinosaur pajama pants out of the bag alongside a t-shirt and another pull-up, marked this time with racecars.

"No. It's yours," she replied bluntly, standing and tapping Mari on the nose. "It's just a precaution in case you fall asleep on the way home."

Mel disappeared into one of the stalls, seemingly having decided not to argue with Tai. Mari stood her ground, fixing Tai with a glower.

"I don't need it," she repeated.

"Maybe not," Tai shrugged. "But we're gonna wear it just in case."

Mari's face screwed up and she opened her mouth in what was sure to be a mighty wail before Nat rounded the corner with a freshly clothed Gen and Jackie. They were wearing matching sweaters and Nat had braided both of their hair back in the same style. Behind them, Shauna, Van, and Akilah were following along, also clad in their clean clothes. As they came up beside Nat, one of the curtains rasped and Mel stepped out in her dinosaur pants.

"Look," Tai pointed. "Everyone else is changed."

Mari clamped her mouth shut, quietly padding into a stall to change and Nat gave Tai an amused look.

"Little trouble?"

Tai sighed. "She's tired. We all are."

With Mari cooperating, they were done fairly quickly and got back to the car without any more complaining. Nat split off with Akilah at her side to hop in the other car, which already held a sleeping Lottie and Laura Lee at the wheel, paging through her book as she waited.

"Gen, you're up with me," Tai said, gently nudging the girl towards the passenger seat. Laura Lee had already set up the sick bucket they kept in the trunk, lining it with a few shopping bags since they'd used up their proper sick bags on the drive up. Gen's cheeks went a little pink, but she didn't argue, waving goodbye to Mel.

As Gen climbed into the car, the pout that had been forming on Mel's face deepened. She had been looking forward to sitting with Gen on the way home and despite not really being one to complain, she was clearly gearing up to tell Tai as much when Shauna jumped in.

"Mel, we can sit together in the back, okay? It'll be fun, we can play the license plate game," she offered, slinging an arm around Mel's shoulders. Tai nodded, relieved that Shauna was either feeling a little older she'd been earlier, or just a little less focused on one-upping Mari and more on the clear exhaustion of the others.

"Sound okay, Mel?" Tai asked.

The blonde nodded begrudgingly and allowed Shauna to help buckle her into the far backseat. Tai appraised the three that were left standing outside the car. She didn't want to stick Van in the way back, especially not since the redhead hadn't asked to sit with Mel as she normally would have and Tai was getting the feeling she was going to want to have Van close by. Mari in the back with Shauna sounded like a one-way track to an argument that Tai wouldn't be able to break up from the front and Jackie didn't like the backseat because it made her feel claustrophobic with its small windows.

"Can you three share the middle row?"

They all agreed quietly, clambering into the car without any argument and Tai slid the door shut behind them before hopping in the driver's seat, flashing Laura Lee a thumbs up through the window. She waited for them to back out before starting up the car, adjusting the mirrors as she did.

Almost as soon as the car had started moving, Mari dissolved into tears. They came on quick, as they tended to do when Mari was tired.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Tai asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl in the rearview mirror.

"Mari's crying," Jackie chirped.

"I hear that, honey," Tai replied. "Mar, what's goin' on?"

Mari's response was mostly unintelligible through her tears, which told Tai she was probably nothing more than overtired. She weighed the option of pulling over to quickly soothe Mari or just letting her cry herself out. Sometimes the girl was able to regulate herself, but after a few more minutes passed and Mari was still sobbing, Tai opted to ease the car into a gas station parking lot so she could address the situation a little better.

She popped the trunk and dug around until she unearthed one of the coolers, praying as she opened it that there would be a Mari-friendly drink inside. Luckily, a bottle of apple juice sat primly amongst the melting ice and Tai dumped half of it into a sippycup that she was pretty sure actually belonged to Mel. She hoped the dinosaur design would go unnoticed in the darkness of the car and held her breath when she handed it to Mari, smoothing a hand over dark hair as the girl took a sip.

The fact that she was drinking out of someone else's cup didn't seem to register with Mari and she calmed quickly. Beside her, Van was shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Do you need the bathroom, bud?" Tai asked, leaning over Mari to get a look at Van's face. The skin around her scars was irritated and raw, like she'd been rubbing at her sunburn. Van shook her head, confirming Tai's previous suspicions when a hand came up to paw at her cheek.

"'M hot," she murmured, whining a little when Tai reached out to stop her from messing with her skin. She pressed the back of her hand to Van's forehead, unsurprised when she felt heat radiating off of it.

"You're running a bit of a fever." She was speaking mostly to herself, but Jackie looked over at her wide-eyed. "It's just from the burn, Jackie. She's not sick."

Jackie relaxed back against her seat, giving Van's shoulder a tentative pat.

"Hang tight, baby," Tai sighed, pulling Van's hand away from her face again, pressing a quick kiss to her palm. There wasn't much she could do about the burn until they got home. She could hear Jackie saying something to the redhead as she slid their door shut, flopping back into her own seat to pull back out into the main road.

As they continued on, she peeked into the rearview a few times, relieved when Mari's head finally lolled back against the headrest, eyes shut as she dropped off into sleep. Van was gazing mournfully out the window, one palm pressed against the side of her face. Tai decided it was better than her scratching at it and didn't say anything.

"Mari's sleepin'," Jackie said in a stage whisper.

"Thanks, honey," Tai replied. "Let's try to keep it that way, alright?"

Mel and Shauna were talking softly in the backseat, but between the hum of the car and the calm music Tai was playing quietly, she figured Mari probably wouldn't wake up from it.

They managed to get onto the highway before Jackie's sweet voice reached Tai's ears again.

"Van's crying."

A tiny sob sounded from the redhead and Tai fought the urge to whip around, forcing herself to keep her eyes on the road.

"Buddy, what's up?"

Van didn't reply, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes.

"I got it," Jackie announced.

There was a bit of a shuffle as Jackie dug around in her blue backpack. She unearthed a little puzzle toy, handing it over to Van, who took it and stared down at it glumly. Her sniffling calmed as she fiddled with it for a few minutes before her tears picked up again and Jackie took it back gently.

Her crying garnered the attention of the two in the backseat and Shauna leaned forward, dangling a fidget toy over Van's headrest.

"Here, try this," she whispered.

Jackie took it and passed it to Van, relaying what they were doing up to Tai, who nodded silently. She was debating trying to make the rest of the drive single-handedly so she could reach a hand into the back for Van to hold, but she kept both hands clenched around the wheel as she listened to the others try to get Van to calm down. She flipped the A/C on low, hoping no one would complain about the car being a little cooler and that it might get Van to settle until they got home.

"Van, no—Tai, she's touching her face again," Jackie piped up, voice still somewhat hushed as she tried to be quiet for Mari's sake.

"Grab her hands," Shauna hissed.

"No, don't—" Mel cut in and Tai fought the urge to shout.

"Don't grab her," she shot over her shoulder, feeling a little ill-equipped to deal with the situation at hand. She wracked her brain for ideas, trying to ignore the hushed squabble that had broken out in the backseat alongside Van's pitiful sniffles. "You're okay, Van, it's alright. Stop messing with your face, okay?"

"It hurts," Van replied, voice small.

"I know. You probably don't feel so good, huh?"

"She's shaking her head," Jackie said.

"Thanks, Jax."

She kept one hand on the wheel as she reached carefully across the dash to pop open the glove compartment.

"Gen, can you find our audiobook in there?"

Gen rifled through the CDs, pulling out one with a purple cover. It wasn't the one Tai had been referring to, but she figured it would work the same. She directed Gen to switch out the music they were listening to for the book, turning up the volume as a calm voice started filtering through the speakers, reading the opening paragraph of a children's novel.

"Let's all try to relax, okay?" She directed this at the back of the car, strangely grateful for the mess of traffic that she slowed into. They came to a standstill, allowing her to turn around. She gave Van's knee a squeeze. "I know it hurts, but we'll be home soon."

Shauna was trailing her fingers through the ends of Van's hair, chewing on her lip nervously. As much as she could put up a front of not caring about the other girls, she got antsy when one of them was upset and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it.

"Try to focus on the story, buddy," she murmured as she turned around to face the road again. As they crept forward, she made sure to glance into the backseat every so often.

The audiobook had gotten to Jackie quickly and she was slumped against her window, backpack cradled in her lap like a teddy as she dozed. Mari was still fast asleep, sippy held loosely in one hand.

Van had calmed somewhat, still fussy and restless but no longer crying. Every time her breath hitched like she was about to start up again, Shauna would lean forward to press a hand to her chest, getting her to breathe slowly in the way that Van did for her whenever Shauna got really riled up.

Mel was quiet, not sleeping but staring tiredly out the window as she mouthed at the end of one of her braids.

Beside Tai, Gen was still, body relaxed as she gazed ahead into the sea of car lights. Nothing about her demeanor betrayed that she was feeling sick and Tai let out a slow breath, hopeful that the car would stay like this until they arrived home. The traffic dissipated fairly quickly and she eased her foot down on the gas, going a little faster than she normally might choose to go.

At some point, they'd been separated from Laura Lee and Nat's car and she kept herself awake by scanning the road ahead of her for the familiar vehicle. She was glad she had chosen that particular activity to occupy herself with because it allowed her to catch a flash red and blue out of the corner of her eye, slowing to just above the speed limit as they flew by a cop car hidden strategically in a turn-out. She eased off the speeding a bit after that.

She felt Van's foot thudding lightly at the back of her seat after a while, but she knew the redhead wasn't trying to be annoying. It was something she'd picked up from Nat, who had a habit of kicking gently at the back of Lottie's seat as she drove just to feel a little closer to the other girl when she wasn't able to turn and look at Nat.

Once they were off the highway, Tai took a hand off the wheel to reach behind her, allowing Van to grasp at it with both of hers. She rubbed her thumb over the back of one of Van's hands, pulling it back only when she needed both hands to make a turn.

Van made a little sound, but Shauna was quick to offer up her own hand for her to hold, eyes meeting Tai's in the rearview. She gave Shauna a nod in thanks, making a mental note to praise the other girl for helping out so much when she got the chance. Trying to whisper her thanks all the way into the backseat while half the car was asleep seemed like a recipe for disaster, so she kept her mouth shut as they wound through the back roads that led to their house.

She could see Laura Lee and Nat's car a ways ahead of them, her headlights illuminating the stickers on the back of the vehicle. She flipped off the GPS, choosing to just follow the other car through the dark—she was pretty sure she knew the way home at this point anyhow.

Gen perked up beside her as they rolled into their neighborhood and Tai felt about the same. She knew they had a bit of a task ahead of them with getting everyone into bed and all, but she was just glad to be home and not behind the wheel of a car any longer.

A few groans rose up as she pulled the key out of the car and the lights flickered on, prompting Mel and Gen to wake up slowly. Mari and Jackie were still solidly knocked out, while Van had unbuckled herself immediately and was restless in her seat as she tried to figure out a way to get out of the car without waking the girls on either side of her.

"One sec, guys," Tai said, beckoning to Nat for a hand. "We'll be inside before you know it."

To be continued!

#yellowjackets agere #sfw agere #asks #fic #cg!taissaturner #little!van palmer #little!mariibarra #little!jackie taylor #little!melissa #little!gen #little!shaunashipman #little!lottiematthews

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realfruittaste · 10 days ago

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Things I need Mike Wheeler to apologise for:

Going to list all the ways in which Mike has hurt Will. I'd personally love to see mike wheeler crying, begging for forgiveness, apologising on knees for some of these, but on a more serious note, I'd just like for some of these things to get adressed in season 5.

"It's not my fault you don't like girls" I personally still want to slap him for this one...

I'd love to see the rain fight get brought up again, since I don't think Mike knows that Will destroyed castle byers, opposed to the storm that day. I'd love to see Mike find out about that and the picture ripping...

2. joining another d&d party

Does Will know about this? Did Dustin tell him? It wasn't brought up at all in season 4. I would've loved Will's reaction to the fact they went back to playing d&d after he left.

3. didn't write to and barely called Will after he moved to california (the line was busy ok but he wrote to el)

I need phonegate/lettergate to be real and have it adressed in season 5 because why wouldn't mike call? They already talked about it in season 4 but I'd just like to see it be further elaborated on.

4. dodging Will's hug at the airport, proceeded to be weird and awkward towards him (again if I could reach through my screen here, oh Mike you would've been cooked)

I'd love to see Mike explain why he acted the way he did towards Will and apologise in season 5, something along the lines of "I couldn't even hug you at the airport when I saw you again because of...). And most importantly I need them to hug in season 5, I need MIKE to hug Will specifically.

5. forgot Will's birthday (but you know everyone did)

birthdaygate has to be adressed in s5, i refuse to believe the duffers forgot Will's birthday

6. didn't notice Will sobbing next to him in the van after the painting speech

Excuse my language here but HOW THE FUCK did he not notice that? I'd love a word with Duffers here. But I'd love to see Jonathan bring it up... something along the lines of Mike needs to stop making his little brother cry.

7. "my life started the day I met you (el) in the woods" (and lastly the worst crime of them all I was ready to kill him)

His life started when Will went missing? RUDE! I NEEED this adressed in season 5, it's imperative to me being able to enjoy the series and i'm not even kidding. Noah let the scene you had to fight for be a scene where Mike and Will talk about this🙏 No matter what happens in s5, if this is not adressed in some way, shape or form I'll be unhappy.

And if any byler shippers on here have fanfiction recommendations based on any of these scenarios please send them my way.

#byler #byler endgame #stranger things #mike wheeler

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atreyucannamos · 4 months ago

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XII: The Hermit, Reversed

5003u / 7576 SR THIRTEEN YEARS AGO CANNAMOS FAMILY ESTATE, CANNAMOS PRADESH, KHAYRADIN

With a cry of triumph, the girl thrust her rapier towards the sky. "Another foe lies vanquished, thanks to... the fearless Lady Ironhand!"

Her shorter companion twirled his revolver between his fingers before blowing the smoke from its tip. "And El-Ahrairah!"

The girl held out her blade. "Prince of a Thousand Kingdoms!"

The boy held out his gun. "Heir to the Granite Dominion!"

Their weapons met with a resounding clang. "WE ARE THE PEERLESS PAIR!"

Delighted laughter filled the clearing as the two celebrated their victory. The towering stone monolith that had served as Harrison the First's Saladin offered no commentary, having been thoroughly bested by Lady Ironhand's sword hand. But even she would've been laid low had it not been for El-Ahrairah's unmatched marksmanship, shooting the devil in the eye through his cockpit glass.

The satisfaction of having soundly defeated Fearkiller and changed history so that Karrakis won the Interest War faded quickly, however, and the two children set off back into the woods in search of new worlds to conquer.

"Praya," began El-Ahrairah, going quiet as they were forced to clamber over a particularly gnarled root.

There was no answer.

"Praya?"

Atreyu looked up. Cloak billowing in the wind, she had already walked far ahead - so far that the boy could barely see her.

Soundtrack: Guild of Ambience - Forest Sounds

He began to run, sprinting as hard as his legs would carry him - but no matter how fast he ran, he didn't seem to be getting any closer, though Praya seemed to walk at her normal pace.

He cried out. "Praya!" The desperate yell seemed to echo oddly through the trees. "Praya, wait! Wait for me!"

She did not slow, nor did she turn; she did not give any indication that she'd even heard her cousin's plea.

The woods seemed to press in on Atreyu. The canopy no longer provided welcome shade from the Khayradi sun; instead, it cast everything in mottled shadow. The ground was uneven; roots and stones conspired against the boy, and with every step he took, he could feel the crushing weight of Khayradin's gravity threatening to dash his frail body against the unyielding soil. Even the birds seemed discordant in their song, each note carrying an alien sharpness that set the youngster's nerves jangling.

Praya slipped further away with every step, though her stride never quickened, yet no matter how far she seemed to be ahead of Atreyu, he never quite lost sight of her. That was the worst part. The woods closed in even further, until it felt like they were hurtling down an endless corridor of dark, gnarled trees. Finally, the girl vanished entirely, slipping sideways down an avenue Atreyu hadn't seen.

He tore around the corner onto St. Cassander's Balcony. Praya's silhouette stood at the balustrade, looking out at the starless night over Throne Karakiz.

Soundtrack: Aphex Twin - Tree

"Praya," Atreyu whimpered.

The shadow of his cousin replied only with silence.

"Praya," he repeated, stepping forward. "What will you do when you're Stonelord?"

Finally, Praya answered, though she did not turn. Her voice sounded odd - deeper, and colder. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was thinking," the boy explained, reaching up to shoo something away from his shoulder - but finding nothing. "Uncle Hyderad is always talking about your 'responsibilities.' About all the things you have to do when you're grown up and he's Prime Baron and you take his place. But he doesn't always care about his 'responsibilities!' Sometimes he just does what he wants. What will you do when you can do what you want?"

Praya spoke again. "I'll lead the liberation of the Luna Furtiva, and finally put an end to the tyranny of the Ungratefuls."

Atreyu cast a glance to the sky, to that-which-was-stolen. Though was that not Arrudye he looked upon? Surely not...

"By the time I'm done with that," Praya continued, "I'm sure father will have convinced the cowards on the Baronic Council to throw off the Headless Ones and reclaim the stolen worlds of the-"

"No," Atreyu spat. "I didn't ask what uncle wanted." The words seemed off somehow, as if he should've said something different.

The silhouette turned her head just the slightest degree. "What's got you so worked up, Atreyu?"

"Uncle says that when I'm grown..." Atreyu struggled to remember what it was that uncle had said. "Uncle says there's a seat set aside for me in Upper Laurent."

"And you don't want to go," Praya deduced.

Atreyu shook his head. "No. I want to stay here. Even if it means I don't get to be a Lord."

The silhouette turned. Her lips parted, and she spoke through gritted teeth. "Well then, I'll see to it that you shan't go anywhere. We'll find a job for you right here."

It should've filled Atreyu with relief, but when he looked, he saw Praya not as the child he knew, but older, full-grown - and twisted. All the kindness and joy had drained from her face. She gazed down at him with cold eyes that radiated contempt.

"And nobody will argue with me, for I am Stonelord."

5016u NOW

Atreyu awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.

#karrakin trade baronies #house of stone #lancer ktb #lancer rp #atreyu cannamos #shadow of the wolf #theta's sotw campaign #story chapter #lancer rpg

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entitled-fangirl · 1 year ago

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Two idiots in love. (P9)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: The reader is determined to care for Ellie and Joel as he recovers. She meets a seemingly kind man named David, and she struggles with whether to trust him or not.

Masterlist

Part 1 and 10

Author's note: God forbid I ever get straight to the point.

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Y/N let out a gasp at Joel's bruising grip on her wrist.

Maybe she should've warned the man before applying that much pressure to the wound.

But she was panicking, and didn't know what to do with herself.

The strings of hardly heard curses that came from Joel's mouth were like angelic sounds to the woman.

It meant he was still alive.

And that was enough for her.

The basement of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere was not exactly the place Y/N wanted to be, but they needed to give Joel time to heal.

And she was more than willing to do anything for him.

For her Joel.

"Come on, come on, Joel. You gotta help me." She muttered under her breath to him.

He barely tilted his head up to her, "Leave."

Ellie looked over the woman's shoulder, "Shut up, Joel."

"And take the gun."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ellie screamed.

He reached out and grabbed Y/N's collar. With what strength he had left, he pulled her close to his face, "You go north. You go to Tommy."

She shook her head at him hurriedly, only making the man panic further. "S..sweet girl, please."

"You… you just let me stay. How am I supposed to just leave you?"

"Go. GO!" And he pushed her shoulder, making her stumble back onto the floor.

Ellie was frustrated, and went outside to give herself time to breathe.

Y/N moved back towards Joel, letting her fingers gently brush his messy curls from his face, "Honey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna… stay as long as I need to. Until you're ready to go again."

The gently prodding of her fingers in his hair was whisking him to sleep.

But she needed to hear his voice more before she let him finally succumb, "Joel…?"

She barely heard his replied hum.

"What um… you said you had left a note for me? Well… I was just thinking about it… What did it say?"

"You…" he swallowed, struggling to talk, "You read it when… when you get back to Jackson…"

She shook her head again, "I'm not going. I told you that."

His lips pulled into a very small smile, "You're so pretty. So… so beautiful…"

She watched his eyes close and his body finally relax as he fell asleep.

She let out a sigh, pulling Joel's jacket over his body to give him warmth.

…

Ellie let out a small cry as she tried to give Joel water.

He was still passed out cold, and she had resorted to dripping water from her fingers onto his lips in hopes that he'd take it.

Y/N walked by the sight with a sigh, before leaning down behind the girl, "You're doing alright, baby."

And she kissed Ellie on the top of the head.

Ellie couldn't remember the last time someone did that.

Or even ANY time somebody had done that for her.

"I'm gonna go out… try to hunt." Y/N said. "We're gonna need something if we stay here. Think you can hold down the fort for me, El?"

Ellie nodded. "I can do that."

She smiled, "Good. I'll be back in a few hours. Hopefully with dinner. I won't lie to you, though. I'm not as good of a shot as Joel."

Only then did Ellie finally smile. "Just… promise you'll come back?"

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you, baby."

And Y/N kissed the unconscious Joel on the forehead before heading upstairs.

…

God, Y/N forgot how much she hated the cold.

Especially knowing that Joel wouldn't be able to warm her up when she got back like he always used to.

But as luck would have it, a beautiful deer was only 20 yards from her.

She smiled, and knelt down to crouch with the gun.

She remembered Joel's words.

Slow and steady. Gently.

Gunshot.

Right in its head.

But as luck would have it, someone was ready to take it back with them instead.

…

David sighed, "What do you think?"

James shrugged, "Seems fine to me."

"Alright. Well, let's get it now. I reckon that whoever shot it is not far off."

David kneeled down to grab the deer.

And hear the click of a handgun against his head.

"Don't. Move."

Y/N faked bravery with her words and actions, but inside, she was terrified.

"Drop your fucking rifles."

The men did so, and Y/N let David stand.

The two men turned around to face her.

They could see the quick rise and fall of her chest even through her heavy coat. The panic in her eyes.

"You're quite a hunter." David reasoned. "We didn't even hear you coming."

"Where the hell did you come from?" She retaliated.

"We're not here to hurt you." David reasoned again, "Let us have 10 seconds of your time."

"Just answer the goddamn question!"

"I'm David, this is my friend James. We're from a larger group: women, children, and we're all very, very hungry…"

"Weird," Y/N lied. "I'm from a large group, too. But, I don't steal others' game."

"Well, even so," David tried again, "ya can't drag this back on your own."

"I can fucking try."

The man sighed, "We're not asking for charity. We can trade you for some of the deer. We have… well, what do you need?"

Y/N was actually considering his offer. Her gun lowered just barely. "…Medicine?"

She didn't notice the way James' jaw clenched.

"We do," David nodded, "Back in our village. You're welcome to follow us."

"I'm not stupid," she scoffed. "You stay with me." She nodded towards James, "He can go get it and come back. Half the deer."

David nodded, "What kind of medicine?"

She let out a shuddered breathe, watching it show in the cold air, "Uh… penicillin? For infections?"

"Alright." He turned to James, "Go talk to Howard. Bring back two bottles and a syringe. It's not code. Do as I say."

Y/N let the barrel of the gun follow James as he stepped away.

"Now, step away from the rifle."

David did so immediately. "Whose gun is that? Your husbands?"

Y/N let out a scoff. She picked up David's rifle and slung it over to shoulder along with Joel's.

"None of your fucking business."

"Is he sick? Is that why you're out here instead of him?"

Y/N just shook her head and his antics.

"Well, look. It's a four-mile round trip back to our settlement. It's gonna be a while before James gets back. I have some oil and matches in my pack. We could.. uh… take shelter. Start a fire."

She pursed her lips.

The man seemed sincere.

"Alright. But you drag the deer."

…

"So, what's your name?"

Y/N scrunched up her nose as she looked down to her gun that rested on the floor near her crossed legs.

"It's hard to trust strangers. I know," David nodded. "But, I honestly mean you no harm."

She was cursing herself for her big fucking heart.

David seems to notice her internal battle. "For what it's worth, there's room for you in our group."

She shook her head, "I'm not interested in your… hunger club or whatever."

"I'm just a man tryna take care of the people who rely on me. Like… whoever is sick that's relying on you now."

"So, you're their leader?"

"Wasn't my choice. It was theirs. But… yeah."

"What… what do you mean?"

"Well, I'm a preacher. It's not a cult thing… just standard Bible stuff."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "After all this, you still believe in that?"

He smiled, "I actually started believing after the world ended."

A hint of a smile rested on the woman's face. "Interesting. Well, I'm sorry to have crossed paths with you like this. Maybe in another life, I would've joined your group. But I have my own."

David nods, "Well, I believe everything happens for a reason."

She scoffed slightly.

"It's true!" He laughed. "It does. I can prove it to you!"

She laughed, "Alright. Shoot."

"Well, we didn't expect this winter to be so harsh. Hard to find game. So, I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could. And… only three of them came back."

Oh fuck.

She tried to keep her face from showing any emotion.

"Turns out," David continued, "He was murdered by this crazy man. And get this: That crazy man was traveling with a little family. A wife and a girl."

Y/N leaned back, letting her hand slowly wander back to her gun on the floor.

"See?" David smiled. "Everything happens for a reason. James, lower the gun."

Her body went into flight mode, jumping up and pointing her handgun at James. But his rifle was already aimed at her.

"She's the one that killed Alec, isn't she?" James asked.

"She didn't kill anybody," David smiled. "Lower the gun."

James hesitantly did so.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating.

"Did you being the medicine?" David asked.

James nodded, "I did, but-"

"-Give it to her."

He held the medicine out, and Y/N slowly approached him and took it.

She then began to back away, deciding to go without the deer.

"I know you're not with a group," David said. "You won't survive long. I can protect you."

She shook her head. "I don't need your help. We're fine on our own."

Then, she took off in a sprint.

…

"Ellie? ELLIE!" Y/N screamed as she ran into the house.

Ellie immediately ran up the stairs to the woman, pulling her into a hug. "Did you get it?"

She shook her head, "No… I… I'm sorry. But, I got something for Joel." She pulled out the penicillin.

"What is that?"

Y/N smiled widely, "It's medicine. I got him medicine."

…

The next day, Y/N had volunteered to go out to scoop snow for Joel.

She was trying to not freak out Ellie about what had happened the previous day.

Which meant she didn't tell Ellie about it at all, and volunteered for anything that was outside of the house.

So, when a few of David's men showed up in the neighborhood, she was thankful that she was the one out there instead of her girl.

"Stay alert," David said, "If this man's not already dead, he's dangerous."

"And the girl and the woman?"

"We bring them back with us."

James sighed, "I don't mean to question your sense of mercy, David. We can let them go. But, we bring them back with us, they're just more mouths to feed."

"If we leave them out here, they'll die."

"Yeah," James retaliated, "Well, maybe that's God's will."

David turned to look at James, but didn't say a word.

…

"Ellie. Joel." Y/N whispered when she finally made it back to the house.

"What the fuck is happening?" Ellie worried.

"You need to stay here. Stay quiet. There are… fuck… there are men outside. I have to go."

Y/N kneeled by Joel's head, taking it in her hands, "Wake up. Joel, honey, wake up."

She smiled as his eyelids barely opened to reveal his dark eyes.

"There are men that are coming, okay? I'm gonna lead them away from you two but if anybody makes it down here, you…" she looks up at Ellie in exasperation. "…you gotta fucking kill them. Don't… don't hesitate."

She stood, "And don't let Joel sleep."

She wanted to hold Ellie and tell her it would be okay.

She wanted to kiss Joel again and feel his warm breath on her face.

She wanted a lot of things.

But wants weren't allowed anymore.

She hurried upstairs.

…

She knew she couldn't fight them.

And she couldn't outrun them.

Maybe she would just have to surrender herself to save them.

Then Ellie and Joel could find her.

Or they could die in the cold.

Better than dying at the hands of these men.

She wandered down a few street, as far as she could to keep them from looking in the house that Joel slept in.

She had to fake confusion.

Her plan was in action.

When the man rounded the corner, she pretended to be tying her horse to a tree.

And she feigned surprise when she heard the clicking of their guns.

She turned around with a worried expression, "oh, shit." She murmured. "…David?"

He smiled, "You know, I never caught your name."

"Why do you want it so bad?"

He shrugged, "I just… like ya or something. You have this… way about you. You draw people in."

She shook her head, "Well… I guess you came in time."

He tilted his head in confusion, "In time… for what?"

She had to pinch herself to make the tears come, "They… they're dead."

David's face turned to one of remorse, "Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry. That can't be an easy feeling. A now childless widow. But don't worry." He smiled at her as he approached, "We'll take care of you."

"David…?" James asked.

He turned to look over his shoulder, "What's one more mouth, James?"

But when David turned back to Y/N, she punched him as hard as she could in his jaw.

And she ran.

It threw the men off, and they weren't sure what to do.

But as they ran after her, David's voice traveled through the cold air, "ALIVE!"

It was harder to run in the snow than she thought.

But those thoughts stopped when she hit a brick wall.

James.

He grabbed her throat, cutting off her air supply.

She gasped under his grip until her face started to lose color.

Now real tears were falling from her eyes.

Especially when she felt her body give way.

David made his way over to the unconscious body. He picked her up gently before turning to the men. "You want vengeance? Go door to door. Find him. Deliver it."

And the preacher began to walk back to camp with Joel's most delicate and precious possession in his arms.

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