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pubbybutch · 1 year ago

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Friends In the Dark - Prologue

Ellie Williams x Reader x Abby Anderson - Twilight AU

Minors, Men and general fuckheads DNI please 💚

Content Warnings: Discontent about moving, reader has only ever had relationships with women, all characters that are in high school are 18, rain and storms, light stalking, being watched while asleep, dead dad is dead, your mom is doing her best

Word Count: 1.8K

You hadn’t been to Jackson in years, not since your dad had died, but your mother was dragging you back. of course she was. It wasn’t like you’d set up a life for yourself in Detroit. Your friends, your school, your ex-girlfriend (she was more of an ex-situationship, she didn’t like you as much as you liked her.) Maybe where she was involved the move was for the better. But for the rest of the stuff, you were pissed. Who moves school in their senior year? Weirdos. And army kids but that’s besides the point. It’s mainly weirdos��

You had been driving for about twenty hours (not including the night spent in that dusty motel that had definitely been aiding affairs since the eighties) when the turn off for Jackson finally popped up on a sign and almost as soon as your mom had pulled into the exit, the rain started. Big fat tears of water pelted the windscreen of the hired moving truck and the wipers could barely keep up. GREAT. Rain and cardboard boxes don’t mix too well, and if your boxes ended up getting ripped-

“So are you excited to be starting a new school?”

“I guess? I'm gonna miss everyone…”

“You know I didn’t get much of a choice in moving, besides your grandparents are here…”A hesitant pause comes from your mother, she always did this when she was nervous for your response to her upcoming suggestion or comment, “it’ll be a change but maybe a change will do you good? Us good?”

Her right hand leaves the steering wheel and comes to rest upon your knee, giving you a little squeeze of reassurance. You can still see the dent where your mom’s wedding ring once sat, moving your hand to cover her’s as it still rested on your leg and return the little squeeze. A soft smile graces your lips as you meet her gaze and see how your mother is clearly as conflicted, if not more conflicted than you were yourself. You were leaving behind something, she was returning to face everything.

The beating of the rain against the truck’s windows eventually evened out, the harsh drumming of watery bullets coming to a soft drizzle allowing you to see more than a few yards ahead of the vehicles hood, and like out of nowhere a sign came into view ‘WELCOME TO JACKSON - Population 5093’, they’ll need to change that you think to yourself. But the sign is so waterlogged and beaten down so it looks as though it hasn’t been changed in at least a decade. Taking a sharp bend in the road sends you jolting to the side, your head spins with whiplash as the seat belt digs deeply into your chest. As you come back from the shock of the slice of pain from nearly having a rib broken, a straight section of cracked asphalt spreads out ahead of you and you welcome it with open arms.

“Our new place is on the far side of town, near the river. You remember going down there when you were little, right?”

“Oh yeah! Forgot about that… Do you think Dina and Cat still live ‘round there?”

“Probably, Jackson’s always been pretty stale. Hell, I remember when those people that came out from Seattle when you were very small and it was the only thing people would talk about for about a month.” You smile to yourself as your mother loses herself to her train of thought. “The Andersons, the ones that took over old doctor Smith’s place when he died? They had a kid, I think she was about your age.”

“So you remember what she was called?”

“It was Abigail, she was my best friend, mom.”

“Oh, that's right, honey. Your dad always said I was bad with names and I'm starting to think he may have been right.”

Huh… you wonder what your childhood friends and companions were doing now, would they still be here? Maybe, if your mom was right about Jackson being as sleepy as she said they’d probably still be there, god knows it would be great not having to start completely fresh…

Trees and tired out store fronts whizz by as your mom refuses to slow for anyone or any speed limit for that matter, a steady fifty miles an hour pushes you down the Main Street quick enough that you can’t even recognise some of the landmarks before they’ve been left far behind the two of you. The streets and shops with apartments above them give way to trees, parks and large family homes with tidy lawns and nifty flagstone patios outside, the soft golden glow of fairy lights strung above the walkways in the center of town are being replaced with the light of streetlamps, their glare turning everything around them an ugly orange.

The house you pull into is plain and unassuming. Perfectly quaint. The rain is still battering the glass as the engine comes jittering to rest, a welcome break from the constant movement for both you and the machine. You sit in near silence as your mom pulls the phone from her pocket, glances up at the building then back to the illuminated screen and repeats her motions once more. She clears her throat, “Welp, this is us. Looks bigger in person.” Digging into her pocket, a jingling set of keys emerge. “Wanna run and unlock the door, we can grab the boxes when the rain stops. I just need to call the woman from the realtors to say we got here.”

Turning the key in the lock the door immediately pushes back, letting you step inside and off the wet wooden porch. Setting the backpack from your shoulders on to the ground you allow yourself to take in your surroundings. It’s definitely bigger than your apartment back in Salt Lake City, the living room has a threadbare left carpet and a couch that’s in a similar state, nothing else of note really. Making your way through the house you pass an office space and open a door to reveal a large kitchen. It’s a gaudy mess that hasn’t been updated since at least the turn of the century with a wonky dining table in one corner and yellowing cream paint plastered on the walls, the pale wood panelling and cupboards do nothing to modernize the space. Your mom will love it.

A shuffling comes up behind you and your mom lets out an impressed whistle. “Je-sus! Look at this, it’s beautiful in here! Look at those cabinets and original splash back! I can only imagine the-”

You walk off letting your mom go off on her tangent on her plans for changing (more like preserving) the ancient kitchen. A set of stairs lead off from the living room, dark wood wash and worn down carpet line the steps as you venture upstairs, opening each door as you move across the landing. A bedroom, another bedroom, a bathroom, a storage closet with a hot water tank, one last bedroom. Cute.

“Darling, would you come down here and help me with the mattresses?”

Coming back down the stairs you are met with a rather amusing sight. Your mom trying to haul a large box up the front steps and onto the porch proper, the rain dampening the boxes and causing them to slip back down to the tiled path leading away from the door.

“Just the mattresses for tonight, they left them in the garage.”

“They’re new? The mattresses?”

“Yep, hell of a lot cheaper to buy them new instead of boxing up the old ones.”

Your mom explains briefly as you push the second of the boxes from the bottom of the steps and through the door, “I’ll bring them upstairs, mom.”

She tilts her head, “and why have you decided to be so helpful all of sudden?”

Turning your head to face her, one of the boxes already in your arms. “I want the first pick of the bedrooms, that’s all!”

Pushing the door open to the second largest bedroom, you set down the smaller boxed mattress and look around at the space, the walls are plain but the paint job wasn’t too bad at all, the wooden flooring had a few stickers stuck here and there but hey you can fix that easy enough, but the features only solidify the choice in your mind. Built-in wardrobe? Great. A window seat looking out onto the street? Jackpot. And the best thing? It's all yours.

Breaking the seal on the box, you let the foam and cloth expand on the floor before going across the hall and doing the same for your mother, she appears not a minute later with a plastic cereal bowl with a faded purple butterfly on the side, the red contents swirling around the rim of the container as she hands it to you.

“I know we had dinner on the interstate but I thought you could use a snack before heading to bed, we'll be busy as heck tomorrow so I expect you to get your head down and lights out. Got it?”

You laugh at her antics and respond only with a two finger salute and a curt “Yes ma’am.”

She places a chaste kiss on your forehead and leaves you in your new room, a bowl of soup and a fuzzy blue blanket, your only visible company for the rest of the evening. Sitting on the window sill you watch as the rain dies down enough so that it’s nothing more than a mizzling drizzle, a fox runs across the deserted road the only sign of life that you see as you eat and take what can only be described as a well-deserved break from the near constant travelling of the past few days.

Setting the emptied bowl on the floor by the door, spoon clinking around inside, you make your way over onto the now spread out mattress and manage to make the rather scarce accommodations into a make-shift futon for the night. Wrapping yourself in the blanket and closing your eyes, you’re greeted by a dreamless exhaustion-induced sleep.

Your sleepless form is left spread out and content on the floor, completely none the wiser for the green eyes drinking in the sight of you from the windowsill outside.

Thanks for reading, I hope to have the first proper chapter out soon!

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waywardxrhea · 11 days ago

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Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 15

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 5,259

content: tooth rotting fluff, cheeky comments, happy (and sad) tears, heavy emotions, mentions of lost family and friends. oh, did i mention FLUFF??

a/n: a few things before we get started! yes, hi, hello, i'm back from the depths of bachelor's degree hell! my university got hacked! so, when they got things back up and running, what was supposed to be a five week course got compressed into three weeks! because of that, i had thirteen (lengthy) assignments due in fifteen days and it was utter insanity! (i literally spent 7 hours at a local coffee shop doing one and a quarter of the assignments😭) so, while, yes, i did have two of the chapters scheduled, this one is a special one that i wanted to give the time and attention it deserves to make sure it's of quality for you guys!

with that being said! up until now this story was pretty plot driven for the most part, but now we dive into slice of life after the war! these chapters were some of my favorite to write, and i hope they're fun to read! so without any further ado, enjoy the chapter!

After a year of planning not only your wedding but how to ensure that the Statute of Secrecy wouldn’t be broken during the celebration, the big day had finally arrived! As you stirred awake on that chilly Christmas morning in the bed across from Ginny’s, you heard a knock on the door followed by George’s voice saying, “Morning, I thought I would bring you a cuppa. Your favourite,” as the door began to creak open.

“Don’t open that door!” Ginny scolded him as she shot up from her sleep and flicked her wand at the door, slamming it shut in George’s face and locking it.

“I was just-” George tried but was interrupted by Ginny.

“Leave the tea at the door if you must, but you aren’t seeing her until this afternoon!”

You gingerly stood up from your spot in bed and put your hand up to the wooden door as you gently reminded George, “Tradition, remember? The bride and groom can’t see each other until the ceremony, love.”

“If I’m not allowed to kiss you until then, when the time comes I may have to-”

“Shut it!” Ginny shouted with a laugh, covering her ears before she could hear George finish the rest of his sentence.

When he finally relented and left the tea on the floor outside the door, you retrieved it before being told by Ginny, “You two are disgustingly smitten.”

“I could say the same about you and Harry,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows, a smirk teasing your lips.

“Don’t make me hex you,” Ginny told you, laughing all the while.

“You wouldn’t do that to the bride on her big day would you?” you asked as you laughed along.

“The day we’ve been waiting for, for so long!” came the excited voice of Jasmine as she and Abbie made their appearance into Ginny’s room.

“Thank you for showing us where to go Mrs. Weasley,” Abbie told Molly politely before the four of you began to get settled into Ginny’s room to start getting ready for the ceremony.

“Ooh you like Little Mix too Ginny?!” Jaz asked as she took in her surroundings. She was referring to Ginny’s poster of the Holyhead Harpies that had been changed to look like one of the UK’s biggest girl bands of the new century.

That wasn’t the only change that had been made within the Burrow, though. They of course had to cast freezing spells on every picture they had in the home that was usually moving because of the magical development, and Molly had made sure to perform any sort of magical cleaning and cooking before any Muggle guests were set to arrive. The talk about where to hold the wedding had been up in the air for weeks, tossing between having it at a Muggle location or at the Burrow. In the end it was decided that the Burrow would be easiest for not only the space, but also because if someone slipped up and used magic around the Muggles, it would be easier to whip out a wand and modify memories without having to worry about Muggle technology capturing it.

“Oh yes, Woman’s World off of their new album is my favourite,” Ginny replied, giving you a grateful glance for the Muggle music you two had been listening to together over the last few weeks leading up to the wedding since she went on Christmas break from Hogwarts.

“Amen to that sister!” Jasmine said, nodding as she lugged her bag off of her shoulder and onto the floor with a thud.

“What on Earth do you have in there?” you asked, eyeing the bag with raised eyebrows.

“I couldn’t decide on what colour heels to wear!” she replied sheepishly as she unzipped the bag and revealed a variety of different heels, all of which matched the wedding’s colour scheme. As she dug through the bag with Abbie, she sighed and said, “I wish I could like…magically change the colour of these shoes to be like these ones because they're my favourite but they didn’t come in this colour…”

While Abbie and Jasmine weren’t looking, you and Ginny sent each other a look before silently darting your eyes toward the pairs of shoes before raising your eyebrows in question. Ginny shrugged and nodded, so you distracted Abbie and Jasmine by asking, “Hey, remind me what alterations you two made to your dresses! I haven’t seen them since they got taken in!”

When they were both consumed with showing you their dresses, Ginny slipped her wand out from its hiding place under her bed frame and cast a quick spell that changed the colour of Jasmine’s preferred heels to the sparkling silver of the other pair. Once the spell was complete, Ginny grabbed them and pretended she was digging around behind her bed before saying, “Oh, hey Jasmine, I think I may actually have a pair like that.”

“You’re kidding!” Jasmine exclaimed with an excited squeal as she turned around to see the pair of heels in Ginny’s hands. “They’re gorgeous!” she breathed, the sparkle in her eye matching the shimmering shoes.

“They’re all yours, I wasn’t planning on wearing them,” Ginny replied.

“Brilliant!” Jasmine gushed, a wide smile on her face.

Abbie clapped her hands together and nodded, saying, “Now that that is in order, I believe it’s time for hair?”

The three others agreed and while you all worked together to do each other’s hair, there was a knock at the door, this time followed by Molly’s voice saying, “Girls, whenever you have time I whipped up something for breakfast for the bridal party!” She said your name to get your attention and said, “Your mum just arrived and she wants to see you. I sent all the boys into the village to get some last minute odds and ends, so no worries about George seeing you before the ceremony.”

“Sounds great, we’ll be out in just a minute!” you replied as Abbie began curling the last bit of your hair and sprayed it with glitter and hairspray so it would keep its shape. As you looked in the mirror at the simple yet elegant half up half down braided hair style with loose curls, you smiled softly at Abbie before telling her, “Thank you Abs, it looks amazing.”

“You look amazing!” Abbie replied while squeezing your shoulders lightly. The four of you, all now with your hair dolled up, stood and began walking from the room as Abbie said, “I know for a while I gave you a hard time about this relationship, but I really am glad you found George. He’s good for you, I know that now.”

“Only took seeing that he was committed to her even with an ocean between them,” Jasmine said with a scoff and a playful roll of her eyes.

In order to alleviate some awkward questions when Arthur fixed your friends’ memories, he made it to where they all remembered you and George staying together while your family was in New York. It just seemed like the easiest solution and was even approved by Percy, after a little convincing from George and Arthur.

When the four of you emerged into the living area of the Burrow, you found your mum and Molly fussing over frilly finger foods, making sure they were all placed just so before your mum snapped a picture with her camera that she and Arthur had worked on to ensure that it would work in the presence of magic for the wedding. Molly was first to see you all and a tearful look made its way onto her face as she whispered, “Oh, you all look so beautiful!”

Your mum lowered her camera and let it dangle from its strap as she smiled at you, holding out her arms and motioning for you to join her in a hug. “I’m so happy for you, sweet girl,” she whispered, clearly struggling to keep her voice steady.

“Thank you, Mum,” you whispered, your own voice breaking with emotion.

The pair of you separated before you all began to dig into the assortment of food, piling the hors d’oeuvres onto tiny plates before you all headed out and into the wedding tent so you could take it in before the guests began showing up for the ceremony. A shiver took over your body as you walked toward the tent, your white silk bridal pyjamas not providing much warmth. When you all emerged into the tent though, a warmth filled your entire body, not only because of the enchantments that had been placed on the tent to allow total warmth during the ceremony and reception, but because of the emotions beginning to flood your body.

Tears pricked the backs of your eyes once more as you took in the space. It looked like a beautiful winter wonderland with barren white trees lining the burgundy carpeted aisle. The trees had the occasional piece of mistletoe garnishing the branches surrounded by shimmering stars and floating candles. You began a slow walk up the aisle, running your fingers over the sage coloured ribbon lining where the chairs sat in neat rows. When you got to the arch under which you would soon be getting married, you ran your hand through the strands of fairy lights coming down from the arch and smiled at the beauty of the ceremony space. Looking over at where the others were wandering toward the dance floor on the other side of the tent, you took in the subtle hints of gold and silver throughout the space, getting lost in your thoughts of picturing your first dance with George as husband and wife.

“Penny for your thoughts?” came your mum’s voice which made you jump slightly at the sudden intrusion of your headspace.

“Just happy,” you replied, a soft smile forming on your lips as you turned your attention toward your mother. You took a deep breath and let it out shakily before saying, “I wish Gran was here to see it.”

“Me too honey,” your mum replied solemnly. She took your hand in hers, and when she let go you felt something inside, so you turned your palm upward and examined what she had given you. “Maybe with this you can feel like she’s with you.”

“Is this…?” you asked breathlessly, examining the beautiful silver necklace.

“Gran’s that she wore in her wedding to Gramps, yep,” your mum confirmed.

“It's beautiful…” you whispered, immediately going to put it on with slightly shaking hands.

“She always wanted you to have it for the wedding she just knew you’d have one day,” she told you.

“If it wasn’t for the optimism she taught me to have, then I don’t think I’d be getting married today,” you said. “At first, after Evan, I was planning on just focusing on my studies, but then I remembered that she always told me to have a little faith in the world, and I did. And what would you know, that was the day I met George.”

“And the rest is history,” your mum said. She cleared her throat and squeezed your hand before walking off, telling you, “I’m going to go grab the photos for the memory table. You and the girls should finish getting ready, the ceremony starts in three hours!”

Two of those hours had passed, and you were finally in your dress, heading back into Ginny’s room to have your makeup touched up by Jasmine, when you heard someone around the corner softly crying. “Merlin, I wish you were here, Freddie,” you heard George whisper and you practically felt your heart shatter for him. You had been so busy in the lead up to the wedding you had forgotten how hard it must be for George to be doing this without his twin…

“George, dear?” you asked quietly as you pressed yourself against the wall around the corner from him.

George cleared his throat and said your name in a question before saying, “I thought you said it was bad luck to see each other before the ceremony.”

A sad smile made its way onto your face as you told him, “We don’t have to see each other, but right now I know you need someone. Close your eyes. I'm giving you a hug.”

“All right, they’re closed,” George told you.

Just to make sure, you peeked around the corner and were satisfied when you found him with his eyes closed tight. As you wrapped your arms around George, he quickly accepted the embrace and his body shook slightly as his emotions began to overtake his body. “I’m right here, let it out,” you told him softly as you ran one hand up and down his back, relishing the feel of his velvet dress robes.

“I just miss him so much… We always had plans of what we were going to say at each other’s wedding but now…” George’s voice broke at the end of his sentence and he couldn’t finish as fresh tears began to spill from his eyes.

You simply nodded and pulled him impossibly closer in your attempt to comfort him. After a few more moments you pulled away slightly and rested a hand on his chest, telling him, “He’s always right here. No matter how dark things feel and how long it’s been, Fred will always have a place in your heart. No one can take that away from you, love.”

“How is it you always know the right thing to say?” George asked, a small smile slipping onto his lips as he pulled you close once more.

He pulled away and tried to lean in for a kiss, but you turned your head and redirected him to plant it directly on your cheek. “Ah, ah, save it for the altar, Weasley,” you told him teasingly.

“Next time I kiss you, you’ll be a Weasley too,” he told you as you began to pull away and round the corner again, your hand still in his as you began your departure.

“I can’t wait,” you replied, squeezing his hand before slipping away up the stairs to Ginny’s room for the final touches to your look for the ceremony.

Before you knew it, you were making your way through the Burrow’s snow laden garden toward the wedding tent that was filled with friends and family: Muggle and magical alike. “You ready?” Abbie asked as the music began to swell once more indicating that it was time for the wedding party to make their way into the ceremony space.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, letting out a deep breath as Jasmine opened the flap of the tent and began walking down the aisle, her arm hooked in Charlie’s.

“Oh don’t be nervous, it’s just George!” Ginny teased as she hooked her arm in Lee’s as the pair made their way into the tent.

“You look beautiful, I can’t wait for his reaction when he sees you,” Abbie said, quickly dabbing a tear from her eye with the handkerchief Percy offered her before they too made their way into the tent.

“You ready?” came the voice of your father as he approached from behind, adjusting his tie as he did.

“Are you ready?” you asked, your throat suddenly tight as the reality of everything began to hit you once again.

“As I’ll ever be for my baby to get married,” your dad replied, holding his arm out for you to grab before he opened the flap of the tent and began escorting you down the aisle. “All eyes on you,” he added when the guests all stood and craned their necks to get a glimpse at you in your gorgeous dress. It was honestly a sight to be seen, with the pure white tulle skirt with matching sleeves and bodice made up of beautiful white embroidered flowers. Even with all of the guests' eyes on you though, you only had eyes for George, who had a wide smile on his face as he drank in your appearance as you approached him at the altar.

When you and your dad reached the altar, he and George shook hands before you took George’s hands in yours as you stood across from him. “Don’t you look stunning?” George asked quietly.

“Speak for yourself, handsome,” you flirted back, George’s glance down at your painted lips not going unnoticed.

The officiate standing behind the cascading fairy lights of the wedding arch emerged and cleared his throat before he began speaking. This caught your attention and you noticed that it wasn’t just any man, it was Kingsley Shacklebolt - Order of the Phoenix member and the current Minister of Magic! You sent George a look that said, "Since when was Kingsley our officiate?!” to which he responded quietly, “The other guy bailed last minute.”

The deep voice of Kingsley projected over the space as he began speaking. “Friends and family, we have gathered here today to celebrate the union of these two souls. Believe me when I say that these two have been through a lot together. They have faced ups and downs and had a fair share of laughs along the way.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, eh?” George asked, a cheeky grin on his lips as the guests laughed quietly.

“Never a dull moment with you,” Kingsley agreed with a chuckle. “I believe the two of you wrote your own vows?”

“That we did,” you confirmed with a nod.

“Wonderful. George, you go first,” Kingsley said and took a step back to give the pair of you some space.

George nodded and cleared his throat, squeezing your hands gently before saying, “This is going to sound cliche, but I never used to believe in that love at first sight rubbish until the first time I saw you. From the moment I saw you playing your guitar, looking like an absolute dream, I knew you were the one for me. And boy was that intuition right. To say we’ve been through a lot together is an understatement, and I know that if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the strength to get through the hard parts. I can genuinely say that you’re my rock and that you have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met. No matter how many times I mess up, you listen and forgive me, even when I make an arse of myself. You put up with my endless pranks and laugh at my stupid jokes no matter how many times I tell them, and you’re always there for me when I just need a cry, and for that I am eternally grateful. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and I am so bloody excited to see where the rest of our journey takes us.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as the words sunk in - they made you more emotional than you originally anticipated. After letting out an unsteady breath, you opened your eyes and were met with George’s gentle and sincere ones. A small smile made its way onto your lips as you said, “George. ‘Til the moment I found you I thought I knew what love was. Now I’m learning what is true - that love will do what it does.’ I love you will never be able to capture how I feel about you, because it’s that and more. You are one of the bravest, kindest, and most selfless people I have ever met. You stick up for me against even your own family, you are always there when I need you, and you’ve made so many sacrifices for our relationship that I never would have had the strength to. You’re there after every audition, every call back, and every tiring theatre clinic. Even when I am probably insufferable. ‘It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.’ I love doing life with you and I can’t wait to discover all of the amazing things we haven’t done together yet. If that means travelling, or expanding your business, or eventually starting a family together I’m all in. I know that with you I will never be bored and there will always be someone in my corner to cheer me up and to give me a good laugh when I need it. I love you.” As you ended your vows, both you and George were fighting back tears as you gazed at each other lovingly.

“That was beautiful you two,” Kingsley said as he stepped forward once more. He turned toward Charlie and asked, “Do you have the rings, young man?”

“Yes sir,” Charlie replied, pulling the set out from his pocket and presenting them to the Minister.

Kingsley handed the rings to you and George, and you began, slipping the ring onto George’s left hand as you said, “With this ring I take you to be my husband. Through sickness and health, through trials and wealth I will be there for you no matter what. As long as I shall live, I will be loving you.”

George smiled as he in turn slipped the wedding band onto your finger as he repeated, “With this ring I take you to be my wife. Through sickness and health, through trials and wealth I will be there for you no matter what. As long as I shall live, I will be loving you.”

“Then by the power vested in me I declare you husband and wife,” Kingsley pronounced with a clap of his hands.

When he clapped his hands George leaned in to kiss you with all of the passion and desire that he hadn’t been able to in the last few hours. As he did, a shower of tiny shimmering stars began raining down around the two of you, courtesy of some wandless magic by Kingsley. In order to cover up the magical feat, from his spot in the crowd, your dad made a big deal about displaying a remote control that "controlled" the contraption that had supposedly been holding the glitter above you and George.

For a moment you pulled away and rested your forehead on George’s as you mumbled, “Well, hello there Mr. Weasley.”

“Hello, Mrs. Weasley,” George replied before wrapping you in his arms and dipping you as he kissed you once more. This gesture earned a wolf whistle from Lee and a few laughs from the crowd as they applauded the newlyweds.

Once George pulled away from your kiss and you both straightened back up, he took your hand in his as you both began making your way back down the aisle and toward the golden dance floor across the tent. As you two made your way there with guests following behind, you took a few of the roses out of your bouquet and placed them on the memory table that housed pictures of those you both had lost before the union: Fred, Gran, Sirius Black, Remus and Tonks, along with other various family members that both sets of parents felt should be honoured as well. The table was beautiful and you gave George’s hand a squeeze once more to comfort him before you both continued the walk to the dance floor.

When you two got to the dance floor, your mum’s voice called out over the crowd, “Everyone! Welcome for the first dance of Mr. and Mrs. George Weasley!” You and George smiled at your friends and family as your mum continued, announcing, “Good evening everyone! I’m the mother of the bride, and this is my band Opposition Lies! We’re going to kick off the night with the bride and groom’s first dance to Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley! This song played at the wedding of the bride’s Gran, mine and my husband’s wedding, and now at hers! You kids enjoy, we love you!”

So as the opening to the song began to be played, George placed his hands around your waist and you rested yours on his shoulders. You both instantly got lost in one another’s eyes as your parents began harmonising to their version of the love song. You both swayed to the steady rhythm while your minds began to run through the milestones of your time together. When the second verse kicked in, George began to sweep you across the floor, occasionally spinning or dipping you before pulling you into chaste kisses that left you giggling like a school-girl. The song began to close out before you knew it, and as the band began to fade away, George pulled you into his chest as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear.

After you parted, it was time for the father-daughter and mother-son dances. You and your dad danced to My Girl by The Temptations, the both of you laughing the whole time as he fumbled through the dance despite how many times you had rehearsed it before the ceremony. When it was time for George and Molly’s dance, for the sake of ensuring the Muggles didn’t get suspicious about any magic oriented songs, they chose a Muggle song too, one called Letter to my Mother by Edwin McCain which of course ended with Molly in tears as she held her son tight.

Once the three dances were over and the guests began to step onto the dance floor to the upbeat rock that Opposition Lies began to play, an older woman made her way over as you and George grabbed a mug of Butterbeer each. She smiled warmly at you two before saying, “I must say Mr. Weasley, I’m quite impressed that you remembered any of the dance lessons I gave you in school.”

George laughed brightly before telling her, “Well Professor, I couldn’t exactly show up to my wedding behaving as�� How’d you put it? A babbling, bumbling baboon?”

She chuckled lightly as she nodded, telling you, “This one never quite paid attention to my rules at Hogwarts, but I see he remembers the Yule Ball dance lessons quite vividly.”

“That seems to be a trend of how the staff at the school viewed him,” you told her with a laugh as you gently nudged George in the ribs. “You must be Professor McGonagall. George speaks very highly of you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she said, a small smile on her lips. She tilted her own flute of champagne your way before saying, “Congratulations on the wedding you two. Oh and by the way, Hagrid sends his congratulations as well. He was planning on coming, but they needed him on the school grounds for the holiday.”

“Thank you for coming, Professor! And give Hagrid our thanks!” George told her. After she left, he turned to you and said, “McGonagall’s got the right idea with the champagne, let’s go find some of that.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” you agreed, linking your arm in his as you both began making your way to the table where the drinks were set up.

On the way there, you two stopped to talk with Abbie and her boyfriend Thomas, who were chatting with a group of other students from your acting troupe back in London. Like a magnet, Lee had found himself gravitating toward the high energy group of students with Angelina by his side. Even though the pair were visibly struggling to keep up with all of the Muggle talk, with you and George there for help, they were able to get through the conversation and find some common ground, mostly in discussing sports and the benefits of colour commentary.

When you and George made it to the table, you were greeted by Bill and Fleur, the former of which gave George a hearty hug in congratulations. Fleur, who had finally started to warm up to you in the last few months leaned in and kissed both of your cheeks before telling you, “You look stunning!”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you,” you replied, slightly shocked by the comment coming from a Veela who prided herself on beauty and grace.

As George took two flutes of the bubbling beverage from the table, he quipped, “We appreciate the authentic champagne for the occasion, but I definitely hope you haven’t been partaking, Fleur.”

“Most certainly not,” Fleur replied with a light chuckle, one of her hands landing on her growing belly and rubbing it gently. “This little one will have to wait to taste champagne until they are older.”

“Good call, and thank you again!” you told her, smiling warmly at the blonde.

“Congratulations you two,” Bill said as he toasted you with a glass he grabbed from the table, sending you both a nod of his head as you and George headed off arm-in-arm once more.

After dancing to a few songs on the dance floor and encouraging the guests to join you two, it was time for more festivities. With a gaggle of guests behind you, you tossed your bouquet backward toward them and it landed gently in the hands of none other than Luna Lovegood. As the small crowd dispersed, George threw his arm around the blonde’s date, Neville Longbottom, and said, “Well mate, looks like you two are next!”

“Looks like,” Neville said with a chuckle and a sparkle in his eye as he watched Luna talking animatedly with you about the different types of flowers in the bouquet and the benefits of each one in a wedding.

Then it was time for cake, made of course by Molly who had disappeared in the early goings of the reception to magically prepare it inside the Burrow’s kitchen and away from prying Muggle eyes. After she and Arthur placed it on the refreshment table in the tent, the latter called out for the guests to hear, “Ladies and gentlemen it’s time for cake!”

You and George cut the first pieces together and naturally George decided to smash a bit of your piece onto your face like he had seen in so many Muggle wedding videos you two watched in preparation for the event. In retaliation, you smeared frosting on George’s face as well, and neither of you could contain your laughter as you both stood there with cake covering your faces. Rather than getting in a huff over it like some women out there in the aforementioned wedding videos, you took the prank in stride and silently thanked Ginny for the charms she had cast on your dress and makeup that repelled the cake and frosting and left your makeup and dress as perfect as they were before.

As the afternoon wound on and became closer to evening, guests began to clear out to spend time with their families on the holiday. Before the band could wrap up though, you requested one more song that signalled all of the remaining couples onto the dance floor for one more slow dance. You and George held each other close as you spun around the dance floor, making your way around the pairs of Ron and Hermione as well as Ginny and Harry. When you signalled for your mum and dad to take the floor, their drummer, bass player, and keyboard player continued on as the couple joined in followed shortly by Molly and Arthur. While the couples danced, you looked around at everyone and smiled, in complete bliss on the happiest day of your life in George’s arms.

a/n: ha! as i was going into my doc to copy the chapter to put in here, i realized that there are in fact more than 19 chapters! i had originally not counted the earlier small installments as chapters, and i guess i forgot to relabel! so! we have more chapters than originally advertised! which is great! but sucks only because i thought i accidentally did something amazing by ending it on "chapter 19 years later" oh well! more content for you guys!

brooke’s chapter commentary: i tend to somehow manage to find a way to sneak in leanna firestone lyrics into a lot of my works, and im kinda impressed with myself for it🤣 you guys didn't think you'd get a cute wedding chapter without a depressing lost twin moment, did you? who do you think i am? i love the angst! the high school musical reference too?? you guys, i looked at musical lyrics for SO LONG for this, and i changed it a million and one times before finally settling on Something to Believe in and Can I Have This Dance. ahh! their first dance makes me so giddy, i love them so much! yes, i HAD to include Neville and Luna as a couple in this because they are my Harry Potter OTP, don't come at me! eee! George and Reader are married!!

like i said before, this was such an important chapter to me, and it was so fun to write! i hope you all love it as much as i do! as always, likes and comments are greatly appreciated!

until next time! xo, brooke <3

taglist: @v1ckycheesue @superduckmilkshake @5starl1ght @will0wlovests @reidmarieprentiss

ps: i think it's hilarious how i dreaded writing 4 page research papers over the last few weeks, but this chapter alone takes up 20 pages on the google doc IN A SMALLER FONT!

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streamer ellie Williams x dancer reader 🌿

Id call this an excessively long shitpost. It is in the same timeline with staygrounded but I wrote it down for self indulgent reasons such as -to no ones surprise- venting. It ain’t good btw but its getting better I think.

CW: first of all, reader is a dancer/ dance teacher || short mention of self harm || MDI: there are sexual themes if I remember correctly || Ellie being very gay

If you by any chance do enjoy this concept I don’t mind writing a part 2 tho. Requests are open ✨

“you blame it on the drugs I dont give a fuck cause the damage is done,

and you talk about suicide, its the way you manipulate”

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

gossip, rumors, spreading a false narrative and falling in love with being a victim of life and most importantly a victim of you.

So many things that could have been said about her. So many and yet all sat stale at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to rip her to shreds, put a curse on her and considered spending life in prison for premeditated murder. Then you cried and just prayed she would leave you alone and that she would find happiness and that you would never hear anything about it. You scratched your arms, the stitches holding your flesh together getting irritably itchier day by day. flesh that you so willingly sliced a week ago and regretted right after.

It was fucking embarrassing to fall to such depths of despair and misery cause of love. In life we allow things to happen to us. Saying that was comfort of some sorts. It gave you control over a situation that you were dragged around like a puppet.

Could truly another person's venom poison you this irreversibly?

And while you did crave love and attention you refused to humiliate yourself by asking for it,let alone admit to it.

“she didn’t love you, she loved the idea of being with you. You have to realize it baby, You are a known figure now…People will do that to you. This is a whole new world you just entered”

You shook your head and dully stared at the screen playing lo-fi on loop

“New world ? Feels like I'm back in high school”

You sat on the other end of the couch numb and mute. It had been a week since you spoke to your roommate and two since you last saw your whole friend group. You warned them

“I can’t talk but I really need you”

and they came and would chime in to whatever little but you were willing to share that night.

You all woke up around the same time the next day, exam season not really willing to cooperate with your mental breakdown and started getting ready. You had already failed 2 subjects. shit was not going your way so on the fourth day you just gave up and decided to go with the flow

“how bad can it get”

bit of advice fellas, never fucking say that cause it CAN get worse.

While initially you were well prepared for exams, You mixed up the days when you were supposed to submit assignments and the days when you were taking a written exam.

2 failed subjects, 4 more to go.

4 failed subjects… 2 more to go

Hot girl summer just doesn’t feel the same once you hit your 20s it seems.

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You were aimlessly watching one story after the other,barely there and hardly caring what exactly you were looking at. Abby had just posted one cryptic photo with a girl you saw around in the community and smiled. You could tell something was going on with her and that other streamer girl and you smiled. You thought they were a good match and quite frankly you were just glad to see that some people were doing better in their love life than you ever could. It gave you hope that things like that still existed even if you weren't meant to experience them. Ellie had also just posted and you took a minute longer to appreciate her slender form dressed in tights and a top while horse riding. She was hot and she knew it and you liked that attitude of hers. You checked the next story which was a black screen with a text

*I fell off my horse two minutes after taking that pic*

And chuckled. Your eyes drifted off to the green square mark and cocked a brow

Oh?

So you were in her close friends ?

You sat up

“Wait since when has she-” You asked yourself out loud and noticed that indeed she was following you. In the midst of working on new content and getting out of your depressive slump you started checking your social less and less too busy with dance practice and trying to enjoy life and it seemed like in the middle of your subtle break things…. Happened

Maybe a few months ago when you were down bad for her this would’ve affected you but now you just shrugged and closed your phone. You need to get back to practicing a new dance combo for a video and you couldn’t be bothered. Your ex had scared you off from dating public figures for good. Dating was a strong word…You hardly wanted even a fling at this point.

You got dressed up and put on a wig, fixing your makeup in place and making a movement test before you went to the studio to record the new choreo so that you could only worry about the variation and not have any unnecessary technical issues. The studio was a few minutes away from your place by bus and you put on the songs you planned on rehearsing to get in the mood on your way there humming softly and tuning out any other thought polluting your mind.

There's was a text notification from the user

Elliefuckingwilliams

Which you forced yourself to ignore refusing to entertain whatever she could have texted you. If this was a month ago maybe you would have but now you didnt want to.

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Ignoring her was your plan until you posted the new video of your dance which admittedly you did look good and may have been one of your best videos up to date. Ellie Was the third like on that post and she had shamelessly double texted you. You chewed on your lip nervous and uncertain

“She texted me again”

Ophelia, your roommate, peeked her head from her iPad and looked at you curious

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“ELLIE?! WAIT THE ELLIE?!” She jumped up and for a moment you for sure she came for your throat but instead clutched the blankets on your couch

“And what do you mean again ?! When did all of this happen ?”

“Relax it all started today and you know I wanted to tell you once we had time to properly hang out” You said fighting back a smile knowing that this was a victory. Ophelia had suffered you for months crying over your ex, then thirsting over Ellie and then back to square one. You owed her an update on your emotional affairs which you swore that they would stay stagnant.

“So what did she say ?”

You opened the Direct messages

Elliefuckingwilliams: Hey I have a question

Elliefuckingwilliams: Is your studio in Seattle ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: I have a project and am looking for a dance instructor. Let me know if you would be interested in a collab

“Ah. Just work stuff it seems”

“EXCUSES SHE JUST WANTS TO EAT YOU OUT AND IS LOOKING FOR A EXCUSE”

“You are shameless”

You stared at each other with a smirk fighting to break through, wanting to seem equally serious despite the ridiculous situation.

“She does not”

“She does. I’m betting 50 dollars”

Oh fuck off ill just roll you a blunt”

“A WIN IS A WIN” she said with her hands in the air “No come on! Respond already you are driving me crazy”

You rolled your eyes and considered her offer. You were taken aback cause Ellie didn’t seem like she would do anything with…dancing. However you weren’t new to influencers trying new things to get back on the algorithms favor so you brushed it off as her chasing new heights to her already growing fame.

-Hey, I’m not sure where you are exactly and it isn’t my studio. I am just renting the space but I could give you a lesson or two

Elliefuckingwilliams: Sweet! When are you available ? I have a gap next week otherwise it can be next month

You stared at her immediate response and quirked your brow in approval. Professional and straight to the point. You could respect that. Not what you were aiming for. You tried to ignore the previous conversations you two had that showed above her new messages. Your fruitless attempts at getting her attention in the most stupid of ways. Can’t blame a girl for trying. Shoot for the stars they say. You’ll land on dirt but hey, at least you gave it a fair shot and therefore no one could blame you for trying.

-This week is good. Say Friday ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: Yeah yeah cool! I'll text you the day before so that you can tell me your location and everything

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Ophelia who was on all fours on your couch desperately trying to steal a glance at your phone screen. You tossed it on one of the floor cushions

“Not a date. I’m just gonna be her dance instructor so looks like you owe me that blunt”

“Nu-uh. Bet you’ll be raw dogging in the studio. We will see who wins on Friday”

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“And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But oh, Lord you’ve never been so in love”

ELLIE’s POV

Ellie was convinced that God had specifically hand crafted her body to be incapable of dancing. She had no coordination and perhaps was even tone deaf which was ridiculous for someone who played the guitar and sang. Not that she was a pro at that either but who creates a musician who doesn’t understand how to step on notes in any way other than with an instrument ? So now that she had texted you she was frantic, bouncing her leg up and down and chewing on the flesh around her fingernails.

“What's gotten into you?”

Dina asked while folding clothes. She was at her and Jesse's apartment for the night and she had yet to tell them about her new crush and her impatient attempt at getting to see you as soon as possible. Ellie was aware of you as a creator. Be it from a post-share on her friends stories or you falling on her timeline she would see you here and there. She vividly remembered a month where you peaked and she went from seeing you once every two months at best to seeing you every week. And she was curious as to why was everyone going crazy over you and your content. You seemed to interact mostly with Abby’s girl.

That’s how Ellie referred to the girl Abby seemed to be crushing on. In a game of broken telephone and who told what, Ellie planned on seeing how close Abby was with her girl and if that was close enough for her to ask if she could…well ask her about you and then somehow for that information to get back to you.

But all that plan failed the second Ellie asked

“So is Cotton dating anyone?”

And Abby took that horribly wrong and now was set on gatekeeping her. Ellie was awkward and a mess and couldn’t communicate properly what she wanted because to her, what she asked was obvious and had no hidden meaning or intention but the world around her didn’t work like that and she struggled so fucking hard with it.

Ellie’s second grant failure was when she followed you back. She was sure that you wouldn’t have missed it. But the silence was so loud it was deafening. You were still posting but you were otherwise quiet everywhere else. You rarely even watched her stories at this point so Ellie decided to grow a backbone and some balls and directly message you.

She flinched at the dry responses she gave you to your previous interactions which back then seemed professional but now they seemed…So distant.

Finally, she texted you.

and you responded.

“Dina I did a stupid thing”

Dina tossed the clothes in the wardrobe and kicked close giving up on tidying Jesse’s shit

“Ok, stupid how? Like speaking money or-”

“I texted my crush-”

“You have a crush?”

“Yes and so I texted her and-”

“Who is she ?”

“A content creator, anyways so I texted her”

“WHo?”

“Dina can you let me talk?!” she said frustrated and Dina grinned. She went to the kitchen aisle to grab a bottle of water and tossed another one Ellie’s way. She leaned against the counter listening to her friend endless yawping about this new crush. she called her twice a day until Friday, and would recite every move and gesture she planned on using to seduce you. Dina would turn each one down by saying

“You do realize that when you see her you will just shit your pants from excitement and won't say anything right?”

So ellie would hang up and call a few hours later with a new plan that aligned more with how she typically acted.

When Friday came she showered twice and changed outfits over and over again, as a result she was late. She was proud of her fit since the sleeveless turtleneck did a nice job at hugging her slim, well built frame and showed off her toned arms that took years of calisthenics to build and paired with a baggy pair of sweatpants she felt like she had the biggest dick in the city.

But once she parked outside of the studio you mentioned cold sweat ran down her spine and her hands felt clammy and sticky from anxiety.

what the hell am I doing

she questioned and rested her head against the steering wheel. She drummed her fingers on the soft leather and hummed a melody to ease her nerves till she heard light tapping on the window. She lifted her head and looked up and there you were. hair loose, shorts and a baggy graphic T that had a faded graffiti-like artwork of spiderman.

She hated how much she loved the sight in front of her.

she opened her door and slid out trying to gather her stuff in a hurry

“Hi sorry, were you waiting long? I missed the bus and had to wait a bit until the next one came…”

“no no! Its cool I was just, ugh trying to calm down cause I'm nervous”

you smiled and lowered your brows in empathy

“I assumed you would. You don't have experience in dancing right? Or at least you haven’t mentioned it anywhere”

She winced at how obvious her lie was and she didn’t know how to answer to that

I don’t dance but If that’s what it takes to fuck you then sure I can learn how to do a Ronde de Jambe

“ah yeah you got me there, I’ve never danced before”

“That’s cool with me. Just curious on what piqued your interest to start now. New hobby or…?”

“yeah new hobby!” she hurried to answer, glad that you inspired her on what lie to use for the day.

You nodded while checking her out head to toe and before she had time to boost her ego and assume that you did because you found her hot you said-

“Hm. I will need you to wear tighter pants next time so that I can see what you are doing with your legs. But for today it's fine”

and took the keys out of your duffel bag

“Well. Ellie williams. Ready to start?”

“ah yeah just, be gentle…? I've never done anything remotely close to dancing with my body and I might be pretty stiff”

“Don’t worry about it. I've had every type of student and all of them managed to pull a few cool moves in their second month. If there’s a will there’s a way”

she smiled more nervous than before. You were formal and professional leaving little close to no space for her to get flirty and she was at a loss. She should’ve done more research on dancer etiquette so that she wouldn’t have looked like such an uneducated swine but there was no point in getting angry over that now.

“We will start with basic breathing exercises and a warm up just to get you in the swing of things. We will start with body isolations”

Ellie stared at you from the mirror as you showed her the first few basic motions

“Alright so for the warmup just follow my lead”

you grabbed the remote and put on “never ending song” by Conan Grey which had a pretty standard rhythm and was easy to dance along to. Ellie was in awe with the plasticity of your body, every move being a continuation of the previous one all like a rolling tide of emotions complimenting the beat and the beat complimenting you.

On the other end, Ellie was too embarrassed to look at her own reflection

“alright so first to isolate your hips from your chest” you said and let the next song play. You laid your palm flat on her back and pointed a bit below her collarbones holding your fist in the air

“move with me, breathe in” you said and she tried to copy your move watching your chest rise. You shook your head

“no, I need only your chest to move. Relax your shoulders love” you teased with an easy smile and Ellie by now was a mess, from the proximity and from the simple exercise of trying to move your breathing pattern

You were oblivious to it all going from one body part to another occasionally fixing up her posture and tapping the part that she had to focus on, but all hell broke loose in your brain when you laid your hand on her stomach asking her to clench and unclench her core hunching within herself.

“You were so dramatic before, look at you Els. You just needed a little basic guidance “ you encouraged and she smiled and looked at you in excitement, oblivious to the fact that when she turned her head she was a breath away from accidentally kissing you

“ah! I-“

you smirked and pulled away

“I've been rehearsing this one choreo, best way to understand these exercises is through a dance routine. How do you feel about that?”

Ellie agreed and while dancing she kept being thrown off balance at the sharp turns that she had to take which in return slowed her down and she would miss a few steps. You let the music play in the background and let out an awkward chuckle

“Fuck ok this is my fault see I forgot to tell you about spotting”

“Spotting?”

You nodded and you pushed her back by her shoulder freeing up a line for you

“See when we turn, we always have a spot” You said and stepped into the appropriate preparation to do 8 simple turns, your head always snapping the back to the invisible mark you held with your eyes

Ellie pursed her lips. Seemed like such an obvious trick but one that went completely over her head

“Now I see that you struggle to look at yourself in the mirror, Which is fine. I’m sure you'll get used to it eventually, so instead try taking a few turns while holding eye contact with me, yeah ?”

You offered and she took a couple steps back

“Ugh…what were all those moves you made before spinning?”

“Oh don’t worry about that,thats ballet stuff. Just spin. Bent your elbows and hold your arms against your chest if it helps”

Ellie started off slow, picking up the pace as she neared you, eventually losing sight of what was in front of her

“Wow-wow-wowwww I got you” you said and steadied her by her shoulders and held her in place. She looked up at you taking in deep breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes wide open with her lips parted in a soft smile

“That went well, How do you feel?”

You said and you gently rubbed your thumb against the naked skin of her biceps.

“Great, I… I liked this it makes more sense now”

She said filled with excitement

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Every time Ellie liked your story you felt your heart skip a few beats. You were in the studio for your solo dancing practice and kept bouncing from one leg to the other to keep your muscles warm while you scrolled through your phone to find some inspiration or a pic that you could post and in return give Ellie an opening to respond to. The image of her timidly trying to follow along through your every move, her flushed cheeks and her voice shaking did things to your brain chemistry, re-wiring its entire structure and flow. Every time she posted a story with a smug smile and pants lower than her boxer briefs you just laughed remembering what a shy and soft mess of words the girl was and felt an unhealthy amount of endearment. A spark re-ignited in your dead heart and you liked it. You liked ellie when you didn’t know her, and you liked her even more now that you did.

By now it had been…a good two weeks that consisted of 4 dance practices that you had with her. The first time you saw her up close all you thought was a “huh”

And then a “she is shorter than me-“ which for you was dangerous. You had an incredibly soft spot for masc lesbians who were shorter than you. Unfortunately they were never attracted to you though. You had always attracted the exact opposite of what you wanted and you blamed that on your overly dominant attitude.

On the second day you both had the same idea of treating each other to a coffee and so you ended up with 4 paper cups of iced almond milk lattes which you laughed about for a good 10 minutes

“We are so in sync!” You commented and she nodded excitedly, blushing all the way to her ears.

On the third dance practice you purposely pretended to assist her and correct her to find an excuse to touch her and when you saw how positively she reacted to it you pushed on the advantage that you had, heavily , which made you believe that maybe there really was some kind of ulterior motive as to why Ellie was so set on having you as a dancing coach.

On the fourth day there was a shift in the tide and something was in the waters. Ellie had her hair gathered and decided to wear the sluttiest outfit on earth ( aka a white top and grey sweatpants )

She went to greet you with a hug and you noticed her perfume, subtle but there to make you lust after it. She asked if she could record the Dance you were rehearsing for a post and you felt alright with that. And she excelled. She was a fast learner and her body had a good flow. It did need polishing but she wasn’t half as bad as she claimed to be. The fifth video take was close to perfection and in her excitement she yanked you towards her and wrapped you in a tight hug which you immediately reciprocated eager for the contact with the sex God standing before you. You took in the blended smell of her perfume and her sweat which had you feel insufferable discomfort with how tight your pants were. Something about her raw scent had you horny like a dog and you had to clench your jaw in patience not to act out of instinct and try to get closer than needed.

You both laughed and she yelled in excitement “I fucking did it”

And then your voice followed, a bit quieter “I told you, you could do it” she pulled back her arm still on your waist, her thumb caressing the skin as she watched the video a second time in excitement. You took the chance to stand a bit closer to her while she in sync wrapped her whole arm around you and leaned her head against your chest enjoying the dance and pointing out things that you could do differently next time, all in the comfort of each other’s embrace.

She posted the video and in the daze of the excitement of seeing what you two looked like next to each other you forgot to worry about the fact that you were yet again getting entangled with a public figure. An actually big one. While your previous relationship was just your ex leeching off of you and your success, this one…it had to be different. Ellie had nothing to gain from you and you put your trust in that and in the fact that the two of you seemed to genuinely get along

You decided to text her first

“You impatient fuck. We could’ve filmed a better take tomorrow”

“You are such an ass, let me enjoy my accomplishments”

You started tidying up the studio and decided to leave your bag with your ballet clothes and pointe there since you would come tomorrow for Ellie’s lessons anyways. You chatted back and forth all the way back and you almost tripped on your staircase too busy typing a response. You banged your head against your door though thinking you had unlocked it to find that you didn’t. Ophelia opened it for you

“Girl?”

You looked at each other and you immediately broke into a smile the split your lips

“Ellie posted our video. And she left in the part where she hugged me”

“Oh-hooooo” she exclaimed and rushed you in. She tossed the mop on the side of the wall and nudged you to the couch abandoning whatever housework she was in the middle of to listen to you

“Aaaand we are still talking” You said smiling and Ophelia clapped cheering for you while you swung your way inside the house and fell dramatically on the couch.

“Oh my, I’m so glad the Gods heard our prayers cause I was sure I was about to send you off to priesthood”

“It wasn’t that bad”

You said with an offended gasp and she scoffed

“Honey, one more month and you were about to grow back your virginity. I’m just happy to see you back out there and not just with anyone but with The Ellie fucking williams!” She said getting louder with every word. You joined her cheerful demeanor hopping on the couch and you both started bouncing on it like kids in a playground

“I can’t believe this. I wanna wear something good for our practice tomorrow”

“Shorts and that nice red bodysuit!”

“But-“

“No buts! I know it’s uncomfortable but she will see you and rip it off right away so how much will you really suffer, you know?”

Ophelia coming through with the obvious answer to any and every world known issue was exactly what you needed to finish off your day. Though to be fair, if there was anything you should have listened to regarding -making a move on your crush- that would have to be her. She had a banging record of pulling every single guy she set her eyes on and one night standing them for her own satisfaction. Of course now she had her sights on someone specific but that didn’t change or erase all previously acquired skills in the flirting department. Despite all of that, You ended up rejecting the bodysuit idea because that would be a hassle to actually get off if things would go anywhere and even if they wouldn't, anything that tight during summer was a nightmare in general.

“Hey can I borrow that white top you have?”

“Borrow whatever you want and do whatever you want just never let me know about it”

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

on the day that you fully planned on making a move a couple things went wrong. First and foremost well, It decided to rain down which meant you had to run all the way from the bus stop to the studio in a hopeless attempt to preserve your hair and outfit. It didn’t do much since you ended up like a drenched cat either way but you refused to let your mood falter.

You tried texting Ellie to ask if she could bring coffee for you two.

Few minutes later she came in with two iced coffees, not a drop of rain on her which you were awfully jealous of. Her cropped hair was once again all gathered in a short ponytail and she wore two sports wristbands around her arms which did unimaginable things to you. It was good sight with her sleeveless baggy tshirt. Ellie just knew how to dress plain and attractive.

“Looking good” she teased when she found you furiously trying to dry the ends of your hair with a towel

“Shut up. Please shut up”

“So sensitive” she said and rolled her eyes making her way to you and taking the towel from your hands

“Let me help” it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a demand when she pulled the towel out of your hands and moved behind you, wrapping your hair in it and squeezing it to get most of the water out. You felt your body temperature rise at the awfully tender gesture and unsure of what to do you just fidgeted with your hands looking at the floor

“ I can drive you back to your place if you want”

“No, it's fine. Ill wait it out”

“No no, I insist. Let me drive you back and look cool while doing so”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as she rounded you up to give you the towel with a small shy smile, her cheeks a shade of pink now.

Practice was good if you were to ignore that Ellie seemed a lot more focused on your assets rather than the moves you were showing. You knew the biker shorts you were gave her a 4K view of your ass but you didn't expect her to be this obvious about it. You stepped back after a moment and just watched as she rehearsed the dance on her own and you were in awe on how much more comfortable she seemed with her body now

“Good. This one was very good. Want me to film you so that you look at yourself?”

you asked and she shook her head satisfied with the progress. You slouched on the ground, legs spread and ankles on your knees wiping the sweat of your brow carefully as not wipe your brow completely off with it and looked at the time

“Well we are pretty much done then for today. Unless there’s anything you wanted to ask me or anything else you wanna try doing?” you asked and Ellie followed your lead walking over to you across the room and crouching down on her knees in front of you

“Oh yeah I did wanna ask something”

“go ahead then” you said dreading having to get up. You didn’t have to though

“Can I take you out on a date ? for coffee perhaps?”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #tlou2

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fict1onallyobsessed · 3 years ago

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Little Runner

Abby Anderson X Reader

Summary - Never in your life have you found an infected child. Never thought you would, and it hurt more than you could take.

Warnings - mention of past trauma, death of a sibling, guns, blood, infected kids, totally gruesome shit ;-;

A/N - if u haven’t realised, I don’t really like Owen

The sky above was full of tumultuous, dark and ragged clouds. You couldn’t believe Owen actually sent you out on patrol is such vicious weather. The clouds only grew more ominous, lighting and thunder raged with fury as the rain tapped not-so-lightly on the rotting roof of the abandoned house.

Exhausting another grunt from your lungs, your swung the pipe you managed to rip off a wall, smashing it into another infected head. It was the last one close enough to bite you, either way, you needed to get rid of the others before they got to chance to as well.

Sweat dripped down your forehead, muscles tensing as they gather the remains of the energy you deeply wished you’d kept before. You weren’t supposed to separated from Abby, nor were you supposed to meet so many infected. The trail you both were assigned to had apparently been scouted out by Manny the other day.

Clearly, it wasn’t.

The weather had spooked your horses and you slowly lost Abby in the rain. With no idea where she was or if she was okay, you had to resort to your own survival until you could even attempt to find her. But with the way things were going, you slowly started doubting your own ability to kill them.

Hard grunts where the only way of describing the noises escaping your mouth. The type that intensified with each hit you delivered to the runners. Exhaustion coursing through your veins, muscles slowly giving up as the pipe in your hand has been reduced to only a few inches. You threw the metal to the side, backing away as a few more runners came head to head with you.

Your knife was the last resort, your gun only having a few bullets left and you couldn’t risk attracting more infected with the echo of the shot. Blood fell upon your eyes, trickling down your forehead mixed with the sweat that was basically pouring off you at this point. The sheer tiredness making your attempt at attacks completely futile.

For last three you could see, you’d have to get close to slice their necks; otherwise they wouldn’t die. So, with as much caution you could, you clutched the knife tighter and stood in your spot as they ran towards you.

Inhaling deeply, you managed to cleanly avoid being touched by the first one. The second one however, was a hassle. It was quicker than you’d wished, so it grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down, crashing your back into the wooden floor.

The air, now knocked out of your lungs, seemed non existent with the additional pressure of another fully developed human-turned-infected weighed you down. Quickly grabbing its jaw, you held it as far away as possible from you before finally finding the strength to stab it in the neck. Black blood seeped down your arm, collecting on the sleeve of your jacket before you pushed it off with a slight grimace.

Barely managing to get up, the last one was on you, pushing you backwards and pinning you against the walls. Your back felt numb, the cuts in it only deepening as you’d struggled against the runner. You didn’t know where it came from, but you took the knife and screamed as you impaled it into its skin. Smooth as butter, like any other time, but the scream just gave you that much more motivation to finally finish it.

It fell to your feet, blood leaking out of its neck. Your breathing was elevated to a point of no return. Trying to gain your breath again, you stepped over its body before heading to find the bag you dropped.

Your arm flew to your side on instinct, feeling your ribs basically move inside of you. They were no doubt broken, but you wouldn’t let your mind try to find other injuries to worry about yet. It would just cause more pain.

You bend down, bending your legs as least as you could, reaching for the strap of the bag. There was no way you’d be able to lift the heavy thing and carry it on your back, so you resorted to dragging it across the dirty flood.

Your head snapped to the side when it heard the familiar growl of an infected, but this one was much lighter, higher pitched if you wish. Eyes widening in realisation, you paused as you watched it walk around.

It wasn’t limping because the fungus had corrupted its brain. It was limping because it was just learning to walk, or at least it was until it turned into a flesh eating zombie. It’s head was only beginning to sprout into a clicker, so there was no doubt the thing had been here for a while.

It must have sensed you, or saw or smelt your blood, because it made direct eye contact with you for what seemed like ages before it started to charge at you. It could barely walk, but once it started running, it got to you quickly.

Your lungs tightened even more than before, heart racing as the small imagines of your brother came flooding back. He didn’t deserve to die, not the way he did. Too young, too frail, too innocent.

“No.” You dropped the bag and started backing away, not out of fear of it biting you, but your mind was too clouded by imagines of your brother to even think straight. They looked so similar, both too young.

Once your back hit a wall, you slid down it, not even noticing how close it had become to you. You tried to control your breathing but it only made it worse once it reached out, aggressively trying to bite anywhere on your skin.

Yes, it was much smaller, but it was strong and persistent to make the little indent in your skin. You almost gave up, tears falling down your cheeks as you whispered pleads.

In your head it was your brother, clawing at you the way he did when you found him on the brink of turning. You loved him too much to let him turn, so the gun was the only option. You made it painless, but the guilt eating you up from the inside was a daily occurrence you couldn’t shake away.

In the midst of the moment, mind clouded by regret and dark memories, you grabbed your gun and hit the grip of it against its head. Tears streamed down your face, ugly sobs escaping your mouth.

Why did he leave you?

It was your fault.

You weren’t there to protect him.

You cried more as you replayed the events from the night. Without thinking about anything but the blame you put in your self, you hit it again, and again, and again. Eventually it was hurt and disoriented enough so you could push it down and climb above it.

The grip on your gun was digging into the infected head, so deep it was only causing more blood to spill onto your hands. By the time you finally realised what you’d done, the child was already lifeless beneath you.

The child.

You looked down at the gun in your hand, sniffing as you noticed the thick blood running all over it. It was a fucking child. Why didn’t you just shoot it? You had enough bullets, more than enough to take a couple infected down. Why didn’t you make it painless?

Your throat was dry as you stood up, the pain in your body forgotten as adrenaline pumped through your body. You backed away without looking away from it, hand still clutching onto the bloody gun as if your life depended on it.

Your nails dug into the palm of your hand, so tightly that it left indents in your skin. Breathing was hard. Really hard. Not from tiredness, but out of disbelief.

You cried harder, chest growing tighter as bile rose in your throat. So many thoughts ran in your head as your knees buckled, crashing them onto the floor as you tried to control your breathing.

“Y/N?” You lifted the gun on instinct, hearing someone’s voice wasn’t immediately recognised as a human being, so you defended yourself with as much will as you could.

When you made eye contact with Abby, your eyes widened, although they were pretty much already as wide as they could be. She lifted her hands, watching as your chest rose rapidly with the gun pointed towards her. She wasn’t aware of what happened to obviously she was confused. Quickly scanning the surroundings, she gathered enough information to understand what roughly happened.

She knew you used to have a baby brother, but he didn’t make it, and that was all you really told her. She eventually put two and two together and understood you’d shot him when you found out he was bitten. She didn’t ask about him again.

You lowered your gun, standing up and quickly pointing it at the infected you killed a moment earlier. It was painfully obvious he wasn’t shot, but Abby didn’t question it, she only noticed how bad of a state you were in.

“Hey. Hey. Hey.” She walked closer to your frail body, reaching out slowly so one hand rested on your cheek, the other reaching for the wrist holding the gun. She squeezed it and you let it go, the sound of metal clashing echoed through the now completely silent room. “Look at me.”

Doing as she told you, your breathing slowly went from gasping to loud breaths effectively calming you down. Her skin on your also gave you a reassurance you didn’t think you’d ever need, but you fought a lot to try not to look at the infected again.

“I killed- I didn’t- I had bullets. I don’t know-”

Her hands cupped your face, stopping your rambling before you could start panicking again.

“It’s okay. Let’s get out of here, okay?”

You nodded hesitantly before looking down at the blood on your hands. Abby kneeled to take your gun and your bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She was in a much better state than you, less injured at least. It wasn’t surprising, have you seen her muscles?

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder to keep you close, but also mainly so you wouldn’t look back at the infected. You shakily walked along side with her to where her horse was, before she helped you onto it and got on herself.

The ride back was silent, and so was everyone when the two of you walked through the doors of the safe house. Everyone else thought Owen was being unreasonable sending the two of you out on patrol just as much as you did. So, when you walked in limping, Abby holding your waist for support, blood basically dripping off every part of your body, they all turned to Owen.

Abby led you to the tiny bathroom in her room. Gently, she lifted you by the waist into the counter and looked at you, concern coating her features as she stared into your lifeless eyes. You body was still trembling, curtesy of the visions you’d had remembered. She’d not seen you this shaken after a patrol, ever, not even when you lost half your group during a scar ambush a few months back.

She stood between your legs, gently taking off the blood stained clothes off your shivering body. You tried to watch her, slowly starting to come back onto planet earth. You tried to take in your surroundings, but that proved difficult even with the support your girlfriend provided.

Once she managed to clean the blood off your skin and patch your wounds, she dressed you in the comfiest clothes she owned and let you borrow her hoodie. It was really over sized on you, and the feeling of it made you feel safer than ever.

When she finished, she stood with her arms supporting her body on either side of your legs, leaning on the counter as she looked over your face. Your eyes were close to closing, sleep calling your name. She wouldn’t want to ask you what happened either way, so she picked you up and carried you to her bed.

Nothing was said as she tucked you in, you were already sleeping before she laid you down on the mattress. She wanted to talk to Owen, but decided that she’d stay with you in case you woke up. She could talk to him tomorrow.

Making sure you were wrapped up in her arms comfortably, she kissed the top of your head before closing her eyes herself even though she wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while, too worried about you and too pissed at Owen.

You however, fell asleep almost immediately. The exhaustion and shock completely knocked you out. Besides, when you fall asleep everything’s dark. It feels numb, time flies quickly, and the idea and desperation of survival fades into the air as your body drifts away into unconsciousness.

When you woke up, everything felt like a dream. Abby’s arms were tightly wrapped around your body, her warmth radiating onto your back.

The second you remembered what happened, you burst into tears. Abby was quick to embrace you, waking up after hearing your sobs.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay.” She hugged you tighter, kissing your head and whispering soft reassuring words to you as you stuttered with your words.

“I didn’t-”

Maybe what you went through wouldn’t go away, but Abby would always be there to protect you

THE END

#abby tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson one shot #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #ellie x dina

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imagineredwood · 3 years ago

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“Now sit still or you’re going to get an infection.”

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female reader

Warnings: Mention of blood and a mild injury but nothing crazy

Word count: 417

A/N: Just a quick little soft Drabble 💗

“Mama, stop. I’m serious.”

You pouted and whined, both at being scolded as well as the pain in your finger. You hadn’t been doing anything dangerous or risky. You were just trying to cut up a red onion for dinner. Now you were sitting at the kitchen counter with your sliced finger in Coco’s hand as he dabbed at the blood. He had been patient with you, as he always was, but you weren’t exactly being cooperative, and he was growing impatient with you.

“I need to clean it and patch it up. I can’t do that if you keep piling away. I know it hurts, but we have to do it. Now sit still or you’re going to get an infection.”

You nodded and swallowed, relaxing your arm and hand in his hold and allowing him to do what he needed to do. He grabbed the antiseptic and sprayed some onto the small piece of gauze, spraying your finger as well and then dabbing at it as gently as he could. You sat well and let him continue, looking away while he worked. He grabbed the tube of antibacterial ointment and dabbed some on, careful not to use too much pressure. He was done quickly after that, fastening on a bandaid to cover the cut and keep it clean. The wound care now done, he looked back up at you and smiled softly.

"See? Wasn't a big deal. You're ok."

You nodded and returned his smile, leaning forward to press your lips to his nose.

"Thank you."

With a nod of his own, he patted your knee and then stood up from in front of you, motioning to the kitchen where you half chopped red onion and knife lay on the counter.

"Let's just order out. We'll get something quick and warm. Just hop on DoorDash and order something, whatever you want. Let me clean up the kitchen."

He gave you another kiss and then made his way to the kitchen as you grabbed your phone and began ordering. Soon enough the order was placed and paid for, both of you settling down onto the couch together. Leaning into Coco's side, you cuddled up against him as he turned on the TV and resumed the last episode of the show you had been binge-watching last night.

"Thanks for cleaning my finger up, Coco."

The Mayan cocked a lopsided smile and tossed his arm over your shoulders, protective even in the safety of your own home.

"Any time, princesa."

General taglist

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl @elcococruz @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast @iambabyharry @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114 @saturnsaree @multiyfandomgirl40 @destynelseclipsa @sadeyesgf @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben @all-the-boys-to-the-yard @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13

Mayans MC taglist

@dazzledamazon @abunnykisses @briana-mishell24 @angelreyesgirl @wrcn9fvlcver @peaches009 @capt-canadian @thesandbeneathmytoes @krysiewithak @darklingveracruz @appropriate-writers-name @cind-in-real-life @blessedboo @montanaraed @kkim120 @megapeacelovemusic-blog @emoengelfurleben @blowmymbackout @abby-splace @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @redpoodlern @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13

Coco taglist

@maciiiofficial @emoengelfurleben @jatriciaaa @redpoodlern @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @witchygagirl @xonickibaby @myakai13 @fanfictiontrash9

#mayans mc #coco cruz #coco cruz x reader #imagines #mayans imagine #coco x reader

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booppooo · 3 years ago

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Body Guard: Chapter Two

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader Series

( Gif by @korgidorgi )

AN: just wanted to let you guys know this book is going to have very slow updates, I've been working a ton lately and been super tired and not motivated to write too much. I want to focus on quality over quantity, so I hope you guys do enjoy the story. Also I'm always open to like writing tips and if you spot any grammatical errors lemme know!!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

Word count: 3345

June 11th, 46 hours remaining

Y/n followed Abby like a small child, practically stepping on her heels. Abby had left base countless times so she had no reason to fear what was beyond the walls of the stadium; but Y/n did. When she traveled she went with groups of armed soldiers and never traveled on foot. She wasn't built to be a traveler nor a soldier, therefore the terrain beyond her comfort zone would be treacherous, whereas to Abby, it was second nature.

She gripped the straps of her pack and mentally double checked what she had packed. Needless to say her load wasn't very light or practical, but in the midst of a zombie apocalypse who knows what could happen. This world was full of death and destruction and thousands more 'what if' scenarios, and as a doctor she needed to be prepared to respond to all 'what ifs.'

"Uhm, the main exit is that way." Y/n chirped from behind the taller woman.

Abby continued off in a different direction, "We're not taking the main exit."

Although Y/n was book smart and quick on her feet in a hospital setting, she lacked street smarts. Luckily for her, Abby had a solid stone face when lying and knew how to maneuver her way around people to avoid getting in trouble. Whether it was a real skill or not, it was helpful, especially now that they needed to lay low.

They managed to slip from the stadium and began the same route Abby journeyed on to retrieve Owen. Y/n mumbled how unprofessional and shallow it was Abby was for bringing back Owen, but low enough that Abby didn't notice, or didn't want to notice. To Abby, this was going to be a quick mission - get in, grab the supplies, get out, the only real obstacle was going to be Y/n's egotistical attitude which Abby had yet to figure out how to conquer.

On the flip side, Y/n was riddled with anxiety. If she failed to heal Isaac - she was toast. Not only that but she had never in her life killed another human being. Sure she had shot some infected, but hand-to-hand combat and shoot-outs were foreign to her. Growing up she was always kept in the shadows and hidden when danger lurked, then once she landed a position at the WLF she was always handled with great care and sheltered from combat. She wasn't sure how'd she'd react to seeing death before her eyes and not being able to run to their aid. Would she just freeze? Would she scream?

Abby used the butt of her pistol to break a window and leapt through to the room inside. Y/n could hear her shuffling through drawers and shoving items into her pack.

"What are you doing?" Y/n wondered, standing her ground.

"I could ask you the same question." she shoved some cloth into her pack.

"I'll cut myself going through this."

Abby rolled her eyes with a sigh. Usually she was traveling with people who's hands were roughed up enough to not get sliced up going through broken windows, but she was dealing with someone who regularly washed their hands and used lotion.

"No you won't, just...get a running start and jump through." this was common sense to her.

Y/n scoffed and peered at Abby in disbelief. She couldn't quite grasp how she would have her do something this dangerous so nonchalantly. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice, and Abby was already shuffling around in the next room. After silently cursing Abby's name, she took a few steps back and then launched herself through the window. However, she wasn't able to stop her momentum and found herself slamming into the cement wall and then back on her ass.

Abby popped around the corner from the other room, "See, it worked." a smirk on her lips.

Y/n mocked her with an immature voice and brushed herself off. This would be one of many windows she would be leaping through, and one of many snarky comments from Abby. Good thing they only had to spend a few more hours together.

June 11th, 37 hours remaining

The sun was setting over the horizon and the Earth began to cool. The color show was vanishing from the sky and a few stars began to shine in the darkness. Pressure was staring to set in and the bomb that was Isaac was ticking away. Both women knew they should catch some rest so they would be able to plow through the last few miles to the hospital, but rest seemed ridiculous when fate was on the line.

"We should keep going through the night." Y/n insisted, they could rest back at the base.

Abby shook her head, "It's too dangerous, infected roam more freely at night."

"So? Why can't you just kill them?" it seemed so simple to Y/n.

"It'll be a little hard to when I'm dead."

"Who says you'll die?"

"Who says I won't?"

The soldier smirked at the doctor's long face and urged them to set up camp for the night. It was the smart thing to do, but time wasn't on their side, it was better to return early than late. They had landed in an abandoned motel and had already cleared the area, all that there was left to do was lay out their sleeping bags and eat dinner.

"Abby we have to keep going." the doctor implored edging her way away from the motel.

"No, we don't. We need to eat and sleep."

Y/n was not fond of the irony nor Abby's stubbornness. She needed Abby to guide and protect her, and without her she was surely a goner. But Y/n wasn't going to let Abby force her to be stationary for the night, they were going to continue. So, Y/n turned on her heels and waltzed off. Abby surely knew how helpless she was in the face of death and would be on her tail in no time.

The blonde watched her walk off, arms crossed and leaning against the wall of the motel. Abby was certain she would be back, realizing she had no clue which direction to be waltzing off in. And if she didn't, she'd find her stuck somewhere struggling to open a door or too scared to break a window.

Or she'd be dead.

"Shit." Abby grumbled to herself, sliding her pack back on and jogging off into the night.

It was damp and cool that night, the man in the moon was smiling brightly down on the world and offered eerie yet comforting light for Y/n. She had just passed through a gas station and an old book store and was now following the open road.

Truth be told, she was lost, but she was moving forward. In her mind it was better than sleeping and Washington wasn't so expansive that she'd throw them completely off track. The only aspect that worried her was Abby hadn't made an appearance, and she feared she wouldn't. Eventually she would run into some unwanted company and have to fight them off, though it wouldn't be much of a fight. All Y/n had was a switchblade tucked away in her sock, and if things took a turn for the worst, there was a loaded pistol in her pack - a loaded pistol that she had never used.

As Y/n traveled she studied the overgrowth of Washington and how it seemed to consume the buildings and roads like a black hole. Mother Nature was swallowing the concrete and towers into its soil in an attempt to restore its natural beauty. She imagined the world filled with with greenery and flowers, flowing streams and tall, shady trees. The earth was on the path to restoration by unleashing the cordycepts infection on man kind, now all that was left was destroying what they had built - civilization.

June 12th, 30 hours remaining

"Shit shit shit!" Abby swore frantically.

She had quite literally been running all night looking for Y/n. At first she was confident she'd find the doctor struggling to bypass a building or worst case scenario past out from hitting her head or something other. She was sure she'd find her by sunrise and convince her to sleep a few hours and get something to eat. But now the sun was up and another day had begun...and Y/n was MIA.

Abby groaned about how she was going to lay it on Y/n once she found her, and now that Abby was sleep deprived and hangry she was that much more irritated. Then after grumbling under her breath about how she was going to grab up Y/n the moment she found her, guilt would settle in her stomach and make her feel heavy. All this time she was thinking about how she was going to punish her and she could be dead. It certainly wasn't a factor to rule out, nor was it pessimistic since the reality of it was Y/n was virtually dead the moment she walked away from Abby.

The blonde splashed some water on her face and took a deep breath. Right now her main objective was getting the doctor back, they could bicker later. If she did turn up dead, she'd go back to the base and hope Isaac wouldn't use his last moments strangling her.

Then a whistle pierced the air.

"Fuck."

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader

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cryptidcorners · 1 year ago

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HEY! could we get a cute oneshot abt mike and reader being his gf and being taller than him 😭😭 i think it’d be so silly and cute and funny

Mike Schmidt x F!Reader - Short Problems

Description: Just a sweet one-shot with Mike's girlfriend being taller than him . Requested by anon .

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: Girlfriend!Reader + Reader is written to be above 5'5, Fluff, Height Differences, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, One-Shot, Flustered/Shy!Mike bits, Sweet Talk, Cute Stuff.

No Warnings.

Check out my INTRO before reading, thank you.

Mike's hand was extending so far, he swore he could touch the stars if he could. Yet, his fingertips were scraping against the rim of his fridge, exclaiming quietly in frustration. He swore a couple times after he rocked up and down on his toes, struggling more each and every time. He had tossed an old box of cereal far against the roof of his freezer a couple of days ago due to the pure exhaustion of his draining work life. His eyes were too droopy to clean so he had abandoned his traditional skills and fell into a circle of just throwing things out of sight.

"Shit." Mike sucked his teeth, "Come on." he grunted. He was getting nowhere, and it was itching him the more he stirred. Even if he gave up, he'd still think about it. Mike couldn't believe he was trying so hard to get a partially empty box that was probably webbed with dust.

"Hey, Mike. Have you seen the-" you were walking into the living room, eyes fixed on your hands as they stuffed a few bent documents into your already crammed purse. You looked up, stopping in your tracks as you saw your boyfriend lightly hopping to reach something. "-what are you doing?" You felt bad for laughing, but it was almost cartoonish. Mike's head swung around in embarrassment, "I'm trying to get some cereal, but it's fine. I'll get it, it's just . . . really," he grunted. "back there."

Your gaze flew up, "Michael, it's not that far up." you giggled. It wasn't even that far from the edge. Mike released a tempered exhale and strolled away from the fridge door. "Well, why don't you try." He challenged. Though, you could tell he knew you were right judging by his face shying away.

You flashed a smug smurk before reaching your hand up slowly, drinking up Mike's face before snatching the box and shaking it with a light snicker. "Here you go, baby."

He was trying to look unimpressed, "It's your heels,"

You peppered his face with kisses as his face softened and loosened from mock denial, as Michael mumbled some protests, he started giggling once you reached his neck. You always knew he grew soft when you went there, "Okay, okay!" Michael exhaled. "Thank you. Come on--pfft! Thank you!"

You reeled your face back and pressed the box against his chest with a loving expression, "If you ever need me to reach things for you, just ask, okay? You know I love helping you."

"Well, you know I love not bothering you." Mike titled his head. So, you threatened him with another peck to his cheek, making him recoil playfully. "Kidding, kidding."

“I’m just joking,” your eyes veered to the clock. “I really gotta go, I’ll pick Abby up after work, kay?”

“You really don’t need to,” Mike sighed. “I can.” You pushed away his reply gently, “Just focus on work. It’ll be fine.”

Mike nodded and let you slip out of his tight grip and out the door. Just before you left, he grabbed your shoulder. “Look, by the way, it really was the heels.” Mike told you after kissing you again. He really was hooked on you. You smirked, “If you ever need to feel tall, you can borrow.” and you ruffled his hair before getting ready to work with the biggest smile on your face.

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deannaroxannewrites · 3 years ago

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Tropetember Day 10 - Slice Of Life / Domestic / Found Family

Pizza Fairy

Pairing: Gen (NCIS x reader platonic)

Fandom: NCIS

Rating: General Audiences

TW: Food

AN: Day 10 of @tropetember. Just an easy to read, short piece of team fluff today. Enjoy!

Dinner with the NCIS team at the end of a long day. Short cute fluff.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 0.5k

The art of pressing the lift button to the MCRT floor whilst balancing a stack of takeout containers in your hands was a skill you mastered early on in your NCIS career. You are genuinely surprised it wasn’t included in the official NCIS recruitment brochures and interview process given how many times it’s required per month.

Although you were not specifically attached to the Major Crime Response Team, your skills as the in house profiler, brought in by Director Shepherd, regularly led to you working with Gibbs and co. They'd semi-adopted you as a member of the team and, as you worked on your own in a separate office for the majority of the time, the companionship was very much appreciated. Consulting could be lonely.

When you exit the lift into the offensively orange office, you see the team almost immediately. Tony has his head down on his desk whilst Ziva, McGee and Gibbs finish their reports. As you approach, Tony's head snaps up.

"Pizza Fairy?"

"Technically, it's Special Agent Pizza Fairy to you," you laugh. He looks so excited, like a kid at Christmas. He must be a good 10% pizza already.

"Have I ever told you that you're my favourite?" Tony asks you, prompting noises of protest and flying balls of paper from Ziva and McGee. Gibbs just stands up and wanders over to you.

"Except for you of course boss, obviously," Tony quickly continues. Ha, coward.

Gibbs, clearly unbothered by and entirely used to Tony’s comments, just grabs a pizza box and tells him "don't worry." He pauses for a large bite of pizza. "They're my favourite too."

Tony's noise of outrage is much louder than either of Ziva's or McGee's and you take pity on him, handing over his pizza.

After handing out the rest of the pizzas, and giving Abby a call to let her know the food is here, you grab yours and slowly head toward your office. Or at least you try, until Gibbs' voice stops you.

“Hey, where are you going? Dinner is a group activity.”

You glance around at the people you’ve come to know so well over the last few months, and see the smiles on all of their faces. You glance back to Gibbs and he gives you a small nod, before grabbing a spare chair and setting it up at the end of his desk.

Settling down, you join in with the easy conversation, laughter and teasing and just enjoy the contentment at being fully accepted into the team. Throughout it all, you can’t help but reflect on how lucky you are.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been a part of a family, and it’s never been a family quite like this.

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years ago

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Lovely - Dean Winchester x fem!reader part 4

So this is more of a fluffy chapter, a resolve.

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Bobby had gotten a few things for the bathroom that he thought he would need for (Y/N)’s first shower topside. He hadn’t had a woman in the house in a very long time so he had been a bit confused when he had gone to the store. (Y/N) had found two-in-one shampoo and condition and the tried and true Irish Spring soap, brand new and waiting for her. She also found a pink loofa that had a smiling face plush attached to it. It was a simple gesture but it made all the world to someone who had been tortured for what felt like years.

From what she had learned, she had been gone for five months. The idea that fifty years had gone by in the span of 5 months made her head hurt more than it already did. Sam and Dean were just outside the door, speaking in hushed voices, very much an oxymoron.

“You-... You mean Dad did this?” Sam asked, “He tortured her?”

“Keep your voice down,” Dean hushed him, “Yes, okay? Cas said so himself.”

Sam paused, “I mean, what do we even say to her?”

“Let me handle it alright?” Dean said, “I’m gonna make dinner tonight. Try to get some normalcy.”

“So... We bring her back to life just to kill her again with your cooking.” There was shuffling before it went silent again.

After getting dressed, (Y/N) made her way downstairs slowly. There was a part of her that was still afraid that this was all a dream. That John would appear at any second to kill her again. Bobby had laid out clothes for her to wear, they must have been his wife's old clothes. They smelt slightly of moth balls, but the comfort of them was enough.

She found Dean in the kitchen, stirring a pot of wonderful smelling gumbo on the stove. From the light inside the over, she could see slices of bread toasting, glistening with butter.

“Gumbo, huh?” Her voice was soft, even though her physical body hadn’t made the trip to hell, it still felt like she had been screaming forever. Her throat felt like it was coated in dry blood. Dean looked back at her suddenly, then smiled, turning back to the stove.

“Uh yeah, recipe I found lying around the place.” She came closer, inhaling deeply with a smile. It was a familiar smell, but something she couldn’t quite remember where she had smelt it before.

“Smells good.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Uh...” He said awkwardly, setting the wooden spoon on the stove, turning the burner to low, “Sweetheart, I know you probably don’t want to talk about it-”

“It was your dad.” She cut him off, knowing exactly what this conversation was going to be about, “Just as scary as you told me he was.” She leaned back on the counter, “The first couple months I made sure to tell him what a terrible dad he was to you and Sam. I told him what happened to Adam. So... He took to ripping my tongue out every time I was brought back to life.”

“Babe...”

“Then I stopped screaming. Didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction. So... one day, you showed up. In hindsight it was probably him. But you killed me for a couple months. Then when that didn’t work anymore... He killed you in front of me and told me that it was my fault.”

“It wasn’t real, you know that.” He reached out instinctively, but pulled his hand away when she flinched.

“But it was real. Everything I felt, feeling your blood on my face as John slit your throat open. It was real. I couldn’t save you, just like I couldn’t save Abby.” She avoided his eyes, knowing his big green eyes were looking over her like she was on the verge of madness.

"Sweetheart, Abby wasn't your fault." He said softly, "She took your hand, ready to leave with us. Your mom is the one who changed everything."

"Even if she had come with us, she would have been taken with Sam to Azazel's demon child daycare, and she would be dead." She shrugged, looking over the window above the kitchen sink. The sun was getting low; night would be upon them. She didn't know how she would sleep. Even the idea of all the nightmares she would have wasn’t making her excited.

Before Dean could say more, (Y/N) walked out of the kitchen and into the empty living room. She wanted to be alone, to sit on the couch, stare at the wall, zone out. It was going pretty well so far. She had become immersed in the smell of the cushions, it was reminiscent of whiskey, probably from glasses split when Bobby dozed off on the couch. A warm blanket being wrapped around her shoulders brought her out of her trance, Castiel appeared, sitting in a recliner chair across from her.

“Thanks.” She smiled, hugging the blanket close, folding her arms over each other. He nodded at her, sitting in silence. She started to focus on how different her forearm felt. It felt more delicate, too thin. She looked down seeing pink scarring on her arm in the shape of a hand.

Showing her arm, she smiled: “This your handy work?”

“Yes.” He said gruffly, “You and Dean are matching.”

Yeah...” She sighed, covering her arms with the blanket, “Thanks for saving me, Cas.”

“Of course. You’re my friend.” He smiled a little, “I know that you would do the same for me.”

“Maybe not as quickly, but I’d get there eventually.” She chuckled, then the smile faded, “How are you?”

He sighed, rolling his shoulders, “Trips to Hell, they aren’t always pleasant. But this time was the hardest.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“He tried.” He looked up, “However, Meg was very persuasive with her baseball bat.” The thought that Meg had taken a wooden bat to John made her feel better in a way.

“We’ve created a potion for you to sleep tonight.” He said, easing the tension in her shoulders, “Maybe we can find someone to put a block on those memories.” She nodded along, not wanting to think about the possibility of blocking out a part of her life. Not that that particular part of her life was something she wanted to remember.

As much Sam tried to get them all to join them to dinner, (Y/N) politely declined and found herself a seat on the front steps of the house. Being out in the middle of nowhere South Dakota meant that the bright lights, big city hadn’t affected how the stars shined. It seemed like there were more stars than sky.

Soft creaking on the wooden porch told her that someone was coming up behind her. It was Dean, two ceramic bowls of gumbo in his hand, a slice of bread and a spoon dipped in. He sat beside her, offering her the bowl. She took it with a soft nod. Dean stayed silent, nodding and diving into his meal. He always ate his meals quickly, something he learned from his childhood. The quicker he ate, the faster he would get full.

Finally she took a bite and as soon as those flavors hit her tongue, her whole body froze up. She hadn’t tasted this in a very long time, the first time she was a kid, far from home. Ellen’s gumbo recipe. She could remember Jo and herself watching her stir the large pot, not at all measuring spices, cooking with her heart.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled the spoon from her mouth, her shoulders jerking from sobs bursting from her throat.

“Hey.” Dean said around a bite of bread, “(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“I love you.” She said suddenly, opening her eyes to look at him, “I love you so much.”

He finished chewing, a smile gracing his face. So much so that he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling too hard.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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fictionalabyss · 4 years ago

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Protector : Back to therapy.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam, Alex (OC), Abby (OC)

Word count : 1,545

Warnings : Panic/fear, stalking/following, pissed Dean, prison life : threat of solitary confinement. Series TW : Domestic Abuse is a constant topic- be it mentioned, or actually happening.

Continuation of this series was commissioned by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Part 18 of Protector.

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“Mommy?”

You heard whispering as you started to wake up, eyes gently fluttering open just to close again a moment later. Opening them once more, you blinked a few times to get your vision straight. Down by the door you saw a familiar too tall figure with your young daughter in his arms. “Hey, baby.” you smiled. “Did you have fun with Uncle Sammy today?” She chatted away and you looked to Sam with a smile and a stretch. But as you started sitting up, you noticed you hadn’t seen your son. “Where’s Alex?” Sam didn’t answer. “Sam? Where’s my son.”

Sam put Abby down, letting her run off to play with some toys that were still scattered around the living room from earlier that morning.

“Where the fuck is my son, Sam?” Panic and fury were taking over.

He opened his mouth to answer, but from outside you heard a bike pull in. Shooting up from the couch you rushed to the front door and pulled it open. He was killing the engine as you stepped down that first step. He stepped off the bike and looked up before pulling off his helmet. “Hey, mom.”

You rushed for him, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could and held on to him like he’d get pulled away if you let up in the slightest.

“Mom?”

“You’re grounded.” you told him, letting the fear that had gripped you a moment ago leak into your voice. “You understand me? A week, Alex. You're at school or at home, no garage, John can find someone else.”

He didn’t fight you, didn’t argue. “Okay, mom.”

You pulled away, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “Go to your room.” Alex just nodded before heading inside, but you couldn’t follow him, not yet.

Sam stood in the open doorway behind you, watching you. “He left when you did.”

“Then why the fuck didn’t you call me?” you turned, snapping at him.

“You needed to relax.”

“I need to know my fucking son is okay. I trusted that he was with you! I trusted you to bring him home!”

“He went to Dean.”

“He- Are you sure?”

Sam nodded. “Dean called me. Only reason I came home without hunting his ass down, Dean told me he’d been there and Dean had talked some sense into him, got him to agree to stick with school. I knew he was on his way back home.”

“I didn’t want him to go.”

“That’s probably exactly why he went.” Sam pointed out.

“I didn’t want him to see Dean like that.”

“He’s seen Dean like that before..” You shook your head. “Dean’s been shot since you two have-”

“It was summer, Sam. Alex spent a week camping with his friend. Alex has never seen Dean bloody. Never seen him that broken.” you looked up meeting his eyes. “Dean is- he’s our protector. Alex’s dad, he was… nothing was worse than that to Alex. Nothing. And Dean.. Dean got rid of the big bad evil in our lives. He’s up on a pedestal, invincible almost, to Alex. He needed that to be true to get through it all, he needed to think that nothing could hurt Dean in order to feel like he was finally safe. So we never let him see it. He’s seen the scars and such, once they’ve healed but you know Dean, it's a story. He laughs and talks about how worse off the other guy is like it’s no big deal. He’s never seen Dean broken.”

Sam glanced back into the house quickly, seeing Abby still playing quietly with her toys on the floor, he stepped out and towards you, cupping your face in his hands and making you look up at him. There was so much pain and guilt in your eyes that it hurt him. “It’ll be okay.”

“Will it? He barely sleeps, I know the nightmares are back. He won’t say anything but I know they are. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to make it easier on him-”

“I’ll be taking him to therapy,” he promised. “I’ll drive him and walk him in there to make sure he goes. Once a week, right?” You gave Sam a nod. “You’re not alone, it’s not just you. I’m here.” You gave him another nod, trying to blink away the tears. “Right now, I’m going to head home. Gonna grab my shit, and Brutus and I are moving in.”

“Dean told you.”

“Yeah. Honestly, though, if you would have just asked I would have sooner. So, get ready for someone who drools on everything you love.” Sam gave you a half smile. “And Brutus.” His smile widened when he saw the light smile grace your lips despite your sadness.

“I’m used to the drool.”

“Yeah, I forgot Dean drools in his sleep.” Sam chuckled.

“I meant Abby.” you rolled your eyes. “But yeah, he does, doesn’t he.”

“You good?” You gave Sam a nod. “Alright, I won’t be long. And don’t worry about dinner either, I’ll bring something in. It’s been a long day for everyone.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead before he pulled away and headed for the car he’d driven Abby home in.

You watched Sam pull out of the driveway and start down the street. He gave you a smile and a wave as he went past, and you returned the smile before it fell from your lips again. Sighing, you were turning back towards your house when the car parked across the street caught your attention. The driver seemed to be looking down at his phone, his car still running like he was waiting for someone. Ignoring it, you turned and headed inside.

You were passing the living room window as the car pulled away and disappeared down the street.

“Alex!” Sam called out as he put the pizza box on the table. Abby was squealing from her chair at Brutus who was sniffing happily at her feet. You were bringing plates over to the table, smiling at Abby when Sam called out a second time. “Alex, come on, supper time.”

“Mom?” You turned, and Alex stood just inside the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I took off on Sam without telling anyone I just-”

“I know.” You opened your arms and Alex stepped into the hug. “I was so scared when I woke up and you weren’t with Sam. Please, please don’t do that to me again.”

Alex nodded as he hugged you tight. “I’m sorry.”

“Sit and eat, both of you.” Sam motioned to the table as he sat. Alex pulled away and sat in his usual spot next to his baby sister. “No more shit, Alex.” Sam tried to sound like a stern Dean.

“I know. I’ll be in school tomorrow, no more skipping, I promise. I’m even working on catching up on my work.”

“Dean gave you an earful, huh?” you asked. Alex nodded, taking a slice of pizza and putting it onto his plate.

“I’m not just talking about school, Alex. You’re going back to therapy.” Alex looked to Sam. “Your mom already made the appointment. We’re going every Thursday.”

“We?” he looked from Sam to you.

“I’m going to take you.” Sam took a slice of pizza of his own.

“I can go on my own, I promise I won’t take off.”

“It’s not just that, Alex. I know Dean being gone is hard for you guys so I’m going to do what I can to show that I’m here for you. So Thursdays, I’ll drive you, I’ll wait for you, then we’ll stop somewhere after and have dinner. Sound good?” Alex nodded. “Good.”

“Dean gave you an earful too, huh?” Alex teased, making Sam smile.

“Something like that, yeah.” Sam chuckled. “But you two.. You really need to learn to ask for help when you need it. Or you’ll be getting and earful about that, too.” Sam smiled, glancing from Alex to you while bringing the pizza slice up to his mouth and taking a bite.

It was three days after seeing you that Dean got a letter in the mail call. The return address was nothing more than a PObox, no name. He wasn’t surprised to find it had been opened, of course they’d go through his mail, they went through everyone's mail.

Opening it up, he saw it was just pictures. No letter, no hint as to who sent it. Just pictures. Tossing the envelope onto his bed, he turned the pictures over and his face paled. That was his house. His family.

They were pictures of you and Sam standing out in the front yard. Your face in Sam’s hands as you looked up at him. He flipped to the next one and it was much the same. Your face in Sam's hands as he stood close to you. The third and final one, was Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean growled, throwing the pictures and turning to pace the room.

A bang sounded on his cell door. “Winchester! Calm down!”

“Fuck you!” Dean spat back at the guard.

“You want to go back to solitary, asshole?”

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 4 years ago

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Virago 22. Inside Man

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 12.18.20

Word count: 1.9k

Based off: 02x11 “Coup de Grace”

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

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The next morning you woke up bright and early to start your training season with Indra. You quickly get ready and head outside. You find yourself not too far behind Octavia and catch up, so you’d both be on time.

Indra had put both you and Octavia through some drills before you went out to scout. As you, Octavia, and a group of grounders scouted on the outskirts of the camp, you all found some mountain men. One of the other grounders with you shot an arrow, instantly killing one of the men. As you and Octavia approached the second mountain man, as Indra told the other grounders to stand down, you did as well to let Octavia take on the mountain man.

Octavia landed a few hits on the man before receiving a few herself. As the man left himself open Octavia found the perfect moment to slice his suit with her machete, causing the man to be exposed to radiation and air to be released from his suit. Octavia was about to go in for the kill when Clarke rode in on a horse and stopped her.

“Octavia! No! He’s from Mount Weather. We need to keep him alive. Check to see if he’s got a patch kit. We’ve got to get him back to camp,” Clarke says. You quickly move to Octavia and the man and search for a kit in his pile of stuff. As the man continues to scream in pain you pull out what looks like to be pictures.

“What is that?” Clarke asks. You look through the photos and find them to be of Clarke and Lexa.

“You and Lexa were the targets,” You say bringing the photos to Clarke.

“We have to warn the commander,” Indra says before speaking to the grounder on the horse behind Clarke in their language. Once the suit is patched, you all take the mountain man and bring him back to camp and directly to Abby.

As Clarke, Abby, and Indra take care of the grounder and mountain man you go to your room to put away your weapon and to clean up a bit. As soon as you were done, Clarke came to grab you to interrogate the mountain man. You followed her to the small room they were containing him in so he couldn’t be affected by the radiation.

Marcus was trying to get answers out of the man but he only was responding with his name, “Carl Emerson. Mount Weather Security Detail,” Emerson says.

“You already said. You don’t seem to be grasping the situation here. You should’ve died in the woods. We saved your life. Why not help us bring an end to all this?” Marcus asks, but the man still answers with his name and job title.

“He’s not gonna talk,” You say from beside Clarke.

“He will if we open the door,” Marcus says. Abby quickly moves to mute the speaker in Emerson’s room.

“We are not doing that,” Abby says before walking away.

“We need to know what he knows. Vulnerabilities. Troop numbers,” Marcus says.

“She’s right,” Clarke says holding something in her hands.

“Torture doesn’t work,” You say.

“It could save your friends,” Marcus responds.

“I’m the Chancellor,” Abby responds.

“The act like one!” Marcus yells back. “I told you I would support you as long as I believe you were doing the right thing,”

“I am. And if you disagree...convene a vote and take my place,” Abby says.

“I don’t give a damn...about the title. I just want to save our people,” Marcus says.

“So do I,” Abby responds before Marcus walks away upset. “I want this man under 24-hour guard. Is that clear?” Abby asks the guard beside you and Clarke before heading off. Clarke taps your shoulder and leads you to Ravens workshop.

“Hey, can you replicate this?” Clarke asks Raven, handing her the device she found. Raven plays with the device before setting it off with the familiar high pitch noise filling the air.

“Yeah, I can totally replicate this frequency,” Raven says.

“Good. If we can neutralize the reapers, the tunnels are an option,” You say getting at what Clarke had in mind.

“Get on it,” Clarke adds.

“You don’t need to give me orders. I got this,” Raven says annoyed.

“Raven. Any word for Bellamy?” Octavia asks running in.

“Nothing yet,” Raven responds.

“Lincoln’s still missing too. He should be back by now,” Octavia says.

“They’ll be okay,” Clarke reassures her.

“They better be. Your whole plan rests on Bellamy getting in,” Raven says still annoyed.

“He will,” Clarke says.

“Councilor Kane, Clarke Griffin, and Y/N Y/L/N, please report to the South airlock immediately,” You hear over the PA system.

“They’ll be ok. If we know anything about the two of them, they’re fighters,” You say to Octavia before leaving with Clarke.

“We’ll finish this later,” Clarke says as you leave.

“Did he say something?” Kane asks as you approach the airlock.

“No. But his blood did. Jackson found genetic marker anomalies that can only come from someone who was born on the Ark,” Abby explains.

“It’s started,” You say quietly.

“It didn’t come from the blood transfusion?” Marcus asks.

“No. I took the sample before that,” Abby says.

“They’re bleeding our friends,” Clarke says.

“We don’t know that,” Marcus says.

“Yes, we do. We were genetically engineered. They weren’t,” You say.

“What are you doing?” Marcus asks as Clarke makes a b-line to Emerson.

“Killing him,” Clarke says, trying to get to him again, but Marcus stops her again. “Get out of my way, Kane.”

“Calm down,” Marcus says.

“Clarke. You are not in charge here. We do things my way,” Abby says. Clarke walks off upset at Marcus and Abby.

“I’ll talk to her,” You say following after her.

“Clarke!” You yell chasing her.

“What? I didn’t exactly see you fighting to save our friends in there,” She says still making her way down the hall.

“I didn’t say anything because I--I’m trying to figure things out and not just stand here doing nothing like Kane and your mom, ” You say finally catching up to her. Clarke gives no response before walking away again.

“We’re too late. They’re already bleeding them. It’s over,” Clarke says as you make your way into the workshop.

“No. You don’t get to give up, Clarke. You killed Finn, and I didn’t give up. I’m building a damn tone generator, you do your job,” Raven yells.

“What is my job?” Clarke yells back.

“I don’t know. To come up with something,” Raven responds.

“I have tried,” Clarke responds.

“Camp Jaha, this is Mount Weather. Anyone read me?” You all hear Bellamy say over the radio.

“Holy crap,” Raven as you and Clarke make your way to the radio.

“Camp Jaha, this is Mount Weather. Does anyone read me?” Bellamy repeats. Raven picks up the microphone and hands it to you.

“Bellamy?” You speak into it.

“Y/N?” He asks back.

“Are you alright?” You ask feeling relieved.

“I’m fine. But that’s it for the good news. We have to talk fast. Something has changed. Jasper, Monty, everyone is locked in the dorm,” He says.

“But they’re alive? All of them?” You ask.

“I think so. For now. Maya says they’re already using their blood. And things will get ugly in here real fast,” Bellamy says. Clarke taps your shoulder and you hand her the radio.

“Maya’s with you?” Clarke asks.

“She helped me escape. If not for her, I’d be dead. Clarke and Y/N, there are kids in here. We need a plan that doesn’t kill everyone. Please tell me we have one,” Bellamy says.

“I hear you. But we can’t do anything until you disable the acid fog. Raven’s gonna help you,” Clarke says.

“Got it. What else?” Bellamy asks.

“You have to figure out a way to free the Grounder prisoners. There’s a whole army inside that mountain and they don’t even realize it,” Clarke says.

“A trojan horse. Good plan,” Bellamy responds.

“What does Maya think? Is it doable?” Clarke asks.

“She says it’s not a problem. You guys, if I’m gonna pull this off, I need you to buy me some time. It won’t be long before they realize I don’t belong here and if that happens,” Bellamy says.

“That can’t happen. We’ll come up with something,” You say talking the radio from Clarke’s hand.

“Come up with it quick,” Bellamy says.

“Copy that. And Bellamy?” Clarke says.

“Yeah?”

“You came through. I knew you would,” She says.

“All I’ve done so far is not get killed,” He says.

“Keep doing that,” Clarke says. “You’re up,” Clarke hands the radio to Raven and walks off.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask Clarke.

“Keep on looking outside instead of in. Y/N come with me,” Clarke says.

“Be careful Bellamy,” You say into the radio.

“I will,” He responds before you head off with Clarke.

Clarke tells you to find Indra and Octavia and meet them down the hall from the cell after telling you the plan. You quickly find them and meet up with Clarke. As you all head to Emerson the guard tries to stop you all but you don’t give him a chance.

“Get dressed. You’re coming with me,” Clarke says to Emerson. Once he was in his suit you all head outside towards the gate.

“Clarke, what are you doing?” Marcus asks.

“Clarke, stop,” Abby says getting in our way.

“No. I’m letting the prisoner go,” Clarke says.

“Absolutely not,” Abby says.

“He hasn’t told us anything yet,” Marcus adds.

“He doesn’t have to. He’s gonna tell them something,” You say.

“Get the prisoner back to the airlock now,” Abby says as the guards agree to her order. As the guards try to go for Emerson, the grounders you gathered to stop them.

“You may be the Chancellor, but Y/N and I are in charge,” Clarke says to her mom.

“Indra, tell your people to stand down...before this gets out of hand,” Abby says but Indra refuses. “People could get hurt,” Abby whispers.

“Not if you get out of our way,” You respond. “You need to trust that we know what’s right for us,” You add.

“The grounders trust them. Maybe we should too,” Marcus says.

“Stand down,” Abby says and we make our way to the gate.

“Open the gate. Now,” You say. The guards bring Emerson to face you and Clarke.

“Can you hear me alright? Because I need to make sure you get this,” Clarke asks, and Emerson tells us he can.

“I have a message for your leader. We’re coming for him. You’re watching us, but you haven’t seen a thing. The grounder army is bigger than you think. And even if you could find it, your acid fog can’t hurt them. And now thanks to you…” Clarke holds up the resonator. “Neither can the reapers. So you have one last chance. Let our people go, and we’ll let you live. It’s just that simple,” Clarke says.

“I got it,” Emerson says.

You grab the oxygen tube on his suit, “It’s an eight-hour walk back to mount weather?” You ask before releasing some air. “You’re gonna do it in six,” You say, plugging it back in.

“Six hours. That’s not enough. How am I supposed to deliver your message?” He asks.

“That’s your problem. Now go,” You respond before Emerson runs off.

“Clarke, Y/N. Do you two wanna explain to me how this helps my brother?” Octavia asks.

“I just told him we have a secret army to worry about,” Clarke says.

“The more they’re looking at us, the less they’re looking at him. Bellamy is the key to everything, Octavia. If he dies, we die and you know I won’t let that happen,” You add before walking off.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this little filler. Thanks for reading!

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