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Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 1

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 4356

Warning: Angst, longing. Not much that I can think of.

A/N: So, a couple characters in this one I pulled from a couple other shows. Professor Rober Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager as I absolutely love that character. And, Professor Alaric Saltzman from The Vampire Diaries. Another loved character.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

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“God, Mom,” you muttered as she twisted your hair into a neat braid, her hands working with practiced ease. “I’m so done with this. It’s been six months since I presented, and it’s been non-stop alphas and their parents since. I can’t keep doing this—I need a break.”

“Sweetie, I know,” your mom said, her voice soothing but worn. “You’ve been so patient. Just one more week, and you’ll get the break you deserve. Everyone knows you need it.”

Her words were meant to calm you, but they only added to your irritation. How could anything think this was sustainable? At first, the idea of meeting your soulmate had filled you with cautious excitement. But after two solid months of awkward introductions, forced smiles, and watching alpha after alpha recoil at your scent, the novelty had worn off. Now, it was exhausting, and even your schoolwork had started to slip.

That thought made something click. Narrowing your eyes, you turned toward her. “Wait a minute. This is about my grades, isn’t it? My tutor said something to you, didn’t he?”

Your mom froze for a moment before letting out a long sigh, her hands falling to her sides. “Yes,” she admitted, her tone tinged with guilt. “He told us your grades were slipping, and we all agreed you needed time to reset. The pack is just trying to help you, honey. No one wants you to feel like this any longer than you have to.” You inhaled deeply, holding back a biting retort. She wasn’t wrong—your pack always looked out for one another. You’d seen firsthand what it was like for wolves who had to wait too long to find their soulmates. Your cousins were living proof. Twins, like their mates, they hadn’t met them until their late twenties. You remembered the strain it put on them, how restless and incomplete they’d been until fate finally stepped in.

Still, the constant parade of alphas was suffocating. “Fine,” you said, standing up and crossing to the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you, the simple purple dress draping neatly over your frame. The lace trim along the hemline was delicate, almost fragile, like the image your pack was so determined to project for you.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you muttered. It was an image that felt like a lie, but you kept that to yourself.

Your mother gave you a sympathetic smile but didn’t press further. She followed as you left your room, descending to the living room where the introductions would take place.

Three of your cousins—tall, broad-shouldered alphas—and two of your uncles stood like sentinels behind the couch, their imposing figures a silent warning to anyone who thought about stepping out of line. You took your place in the middle of the sofa, your mother at your side while your father greeted the family at the door.

The young alpha they brought barely crossed the threshold before his nose wrinkled in disgust. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as he stumbled back, mumbling an excuse before retreating with his parents.

The next four families fared no better. Each time, the alphas visibly recoiled at your scent, their discomfort impossible to hide. Your pack had long since grown used to it, but outsiders couldn’t seem to stomach it. By the time the last family left, you were seething.

You stormed upstairs, yanking the dress off and tossing it into the back of your closet without a second thought. Pulling on jeans, a tank top, and sneakers, you slipped out the back door, desperate for air and solitude.

All you wanted to do was go to the land and hide in that cabin where you always sat to watch the full moon. Somehow, it brought you comfort, and for some reason, you didn’t feel so lonely. Since that wasn’t an option, the area behind your home of dense forest would have to suffice.

Your cousins followed at a respectful distance, knowing better than to crowd you when you were like this. Wolves were social, drawn to comfort and connection. You, however, were different. Your feline instincts demanded solitude, and when cornered, you lashed out. You’d done it before, unintentionally, but the lesson had stuck.

The late summer air was warm, but the forest canopy above offered shade, the dappled sunlight creating patterns on the soft earth beneath your feet. The songs of birds filled the silence, soothing your frayed nerves.

Flexing your hands, you extended your claws, the sharp tips glinting faintly in the light. With a quick leap, you scaled the nearest tree, your claws finding purchase in the bark. You pushed higher, moving from branch to branch until you were far above the ground, where no wolf could follow.

Settling into a comfortable nook, you leaned against the trunk, finally allowing yourself to exhale. Up here, surrounded by the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of life below, the tension in your chest eased. It wasn’t where you wanted to be, but it would suffice, for now.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon in hues of gold and amber, you stayed in your perch, watching until the last traces of daylight faded. Only then did you climb down, your heart heavy with the knowledge that tomorrow would bring more of the same.

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That entire week felt like a waking nightmare, even though the alphas’ and their parents’ faces provided fleeting amusement. You’d learned to find humor in their disgusted expressions—it was easier than giving in to the ache threatening to break you. Tears would only worry the pack, and you’d do anything to avoid that. But no matter how much you masked it, your parents could sense the strain in your scent. That’s why they’d agreed to spread out the meetings, though it didn’t erase the sheer volume of introductions still looming over you.

By the end of that week, you were ready to tear your hair out. The blue dress you’d worn was discarded onto the closet floor, forgotten as you flung open drawers and started packing for the cabin. “Sweetie,” your mother’s voice came softly from the doorway, her worry laced with the gentle tone she reserved just for you. “We can smell how frustrated you are, even downstairs. Is there anything we can do to help?”

Her concern made your throat tighten, but you swallowed it down, shoving a pair of sneakers into your bag. “I just… I need to go to the cabin. I always feel better there. I don’t know why, but I do.”

She nodded, not pressing further, and slipped away to give you space. Alone again, you exhaled shakily, willing yourself to calm down. It wasn’t the pack’s fault—not really—and you hated the idea of burdening them more than you already had. When you finally descended the stairs, your emotions were tethered just tightly enough to avoid questions. “I’m ready,” you said simply.

Your cousins and uncles flanked you in a protective semi-circle, the weight of their presence both reassuring and stifling. Outside, they divided into two vehicles for the drive to the land. It was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of the road beneath the tires, and you found yourself counting the minutes until you’d be alone again.

The land’s familiar sights greeted you like an old friend as the cabin came into view, nestled among the trees. A few families lived here year-round, tending to things between full moons, but for the next two days, the cabin owned by your parents was yours alone. They wouldn’t arrive until the full moon itself, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

After exchanging farewells with your uncles and cousins, you stepped into the cabin, the air inside cool and still. For the first time in what felt like weeks, you let out a long, unguarded sigh. Finally, some breathing room. The tension in your chest began to unravel, bit by bit. No alphas, no schoolwork, no forced smiles, and mostly no responsibilities for a full five days, six if you were lucky.

As you unpacked, your mind wandered back to when you were twelve, when your parents finally explained just how different you were. It was late afternoon after school, the golden sunlight slanting through your bedroom window as you hunched over your desk, pencil tapping rhythmically against the math assignment your tutor had left you. The work was dull, the equations uninspired. You were eager to finish and move on to the bonus problems—challenges that always seemed to hold your attention far better than the standard curriculum.“Sweetie,” your mother’s voice came softly from the doorway, interrupting your focus. “Your father and I need to talk to you.”

Without glancing up, you murmured, “I’ll be down in a sec.”

You finished the equation you were working on before making your way downstairs, feeling the weight of something unspoken settle over you as you descended. The air in the living room felt heavier than usual, and as you rounded the corner, you found your parents seated on the couch, their hands clasped tightly together. You hesitated before taking a seat across from them in one of the recliners.

They exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Their expressions were a mix of joy and apprehension, a strange duality that only made your chest tighten with unease.

Your mother was the first to speak, her voice trembling slightly. “You have a genetic mutation,” she began, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. “You’ve learned about it in your studies, but… there are things we need to explain. Once you present omega, you won’t be able to shift during the full moon.” Her words were gentle, but you could see the tears she was trying to keep from falling.

The words landed heavily, but she pressed on, her tone gentle. “We know that’s going to be hard for you, but you’ll always be on the land during full moons, and we’re hoping that will help.” Her voice wavered as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

Your father leaned forward, his voice steadier but tinged with an unspoken sadness. “The pack will be there for you, always. Having the Touched mutation is rare—rare and special. After your soulmate finds you and you have pups, they’ll be immune to many illnesses and disorders. That’s something no one will know until they’re tested.”

Some of this wasn’t new to you. You’d pieced together bits and pieces over the years, but the mention of immunity caught your attention. Curiosity flared, and you made a mental note to ask your tutor about it during your next lesson.

“That’s kinda neat,” you admitted, your tone cautious. “But… why does it seem like there’s a bad side to all this?”

Your parents exchanged another look, heavier this time, before your father sighed. “Your scent,” he began carefully, “will be unpleasant to others. The only one who will find it pleasing will be your soulmate. Once you present, we’ll set up meetings with alphas and their families. Until your soulmate comes, that’s the best we can do. But After he claims you with his mark, everything will change. You’ll be able to smell the scents of others and their emotions in their scent. You’ll be able to shift during the full moon, and…” your father trailed off at the end, like it was something he didn’t fully want to discuss.

You looked at him, a little puzzled, and tilted your head in curiosity, but your mother chuckled and continued. “You’ll have your first heat, like a normal omega.”

Your eyes went wide, but you giggled. To him, you were still his little girl and he didn’t want you to have to grow up too fast. “I think I’ll be okay. I have Jess and my whole pack.”

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues as you leaned against the cabin window, exhaling slowly. God, I was so naive back then. It had only been two and a half years, but it felt like a lifetime.

You still hadn’t figured out why being on the land soothed something deep inside you. At first, you’d blamed it on nature, then on the full moon itself, but neither explanation ever quite fit. You’d been here before, between moon cycles, and it hadn’t felt the same. And that one month you hadn’t been on the land for the full moon? Watching from your bedroom window hadn’t brought that same comfort, either. It was a puzzle you were determined to solve.

There was one rule that only applied to you: Stay inside at night. No one had ever explained why. You’d justified it in your own way—telling yourself that your pack didn’t want you to feel left out, that they wanted to protect you from the pain of what you couldn’t have. It had been an easy enough excuse to follow.

Two days later, your parents arrived, along with nearly ten other families. The land was alive with movement and laughter as everyone settled in. You’d helped prepare for the feast the night before, making sure there was plenty of food to fuel the wolves through their shift. These gatherings were some of your happiest moments—when the pack came together like this, when the air buzzed with excitement and belonging.

As the sun set, the pack split off into their groups. Bonded pairs disappeared into the trees. Young, unbonded alphas followed their mentors in another direction. Unbonded omegas went with two haunted pairs to run together, singing to the moon, playing in the forest. Their voices carried through the air, weaving into the night like an ancient melody.

You lingered inside, curling up in the window seat, watching the moon rise. Soon, the howls began—a symphony of voices, familiar and reassuring. But as you listened, a sharp ache settled in your chest. This was why you endured the meeting with the alphas and their parents. This was why you played along with your family’s plans. Only your soulmate could wake your wolf, could bring her to the surface, and make you whole.

But tonight felt… different.

The pull had always been there—this urge to step outside, to belong—but it had never been this strong. A shiver ran down your spine, and before you realized it, you were standing at the cabin door, fingers curled around the handle. You swallowed hard, breath uneven. The logical part of you screamed to step back. But curiosity had always been your downfall.

The warm night air of summer softly kissed your skin as you closed your eyes and breathed deeply the scents of earth and pine. Being outside felt freeing, far more than just being on the land itself. Then, something stirred. Not around you—inside you. It wasn’t a voice, not quite. More like an instinct, an awareness humming beneath your skin.

Your feet moved before you could second-guess yourself. You knew where your pack was, could feel their presence even from here. And yet, you walked in the opposite direction, toward the trees.

When you finally stopped, moonlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the ground in silver. It was quiet—only the rustling of leaves and distant sounds of nocturnal creatures filled the space.

A warmth washed over you as that gentle stirring inside you grew strong. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head back and let out a soft, wavering howl.

It felt right. Natural

It was a song of loneliness, of longing to belong, of love for your pack. Of the ache that came with not being able to be like them. As your voice faded into the night, a tear slid down your cheek, and you brushed it away with a shaky breath.

Then, another sound.

Your body went rigid. A howl—low and resonant, answering yours from somewhere beyond the fence line. Goosebumps erupted across your skin. It was an alpha. Young. Close.

Fear slithered up your spine. The land was enclosed, meant to keep outsiders away, yet the sound sent a warning thrumming in your bones. Shit, my parents are gonna kill me. You turned on your heel and hurried back to the cabin, heart hammering. The second the door clicked shut, you locked it.

The next two nights, you fought that pull. It was a battle that left your body tense, your chest aching in ways you hadn’t expected. On the third night, you gave in—going back to that spot, one last song to the moon before knowing you’d be going home soon.

And again, he answered.

Both times, after your song faded into the night, the alpha howled in return.

You didn’t tell your parents. Didn’t tell your pack. If they knew you weren’t following their one rule, you worried they might forbid you from coming to the land at all. There was only one person you could trust with this secret. Jess. Even if she was younger, even if she might not understand completely—she was your best friend. And right now, you needed her more than ever.

Midway through the week, you had Jess over after she’d gotten out of school, desperately needing to tell someone. However, the moment you finished sharing what had happened, you wished you had perhaps kept some of the details to yourself.

Jess practically vibrated with excitement. “Wait. WAIT. So you just stood there, all alone in the dark, and howled? And then he howled back?!”

You nodded.

She clutched her chest. “That is the coolest thing I have ever heard!”

You blinked. “Really?” “Yes! It’s like—like one of those epic adventure stories! Like, you’re this lost princess with a secret power, and he’s the mysterious stranger who—” She stopped mid-sentence, wrinkling her nose. “Ew, wait, no, never mind. That sounds romantic. Gross.” You snickered.

“But still!” Jess leaned in, practically bounding. “What if he’s part of, like, some secret rival pack? Or an exiled prince? Or—ooh!—what if he’s some ancient spirit haunting the land?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You read way too many books.” “And you don’t read enough!” Jess grinned. “Okay, so what’s the plan? Are we investigating? Do you think he’ll howl next full moon? Are you gonna howl back?!”

You hesitated.

Jess’s grin faded. “Wait… you are gonna howl back, right?” You swallowed hard. “I don’t know yet.” Jess scoffed. “Well, I know. Next time, I’m coming with you.”

You stared at her. “You can’t. You know you aren’t allowed on the land till you present.” Jess pouted. “So? I’ll sneak in your suitcase.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Oh my god.” Jess cackled. “This is gonna be awesome.” It wasn’t until a week later, during one of your lessons, that you decided to ask your tutor some questions. You’d spent days carefully figuring out how to word them—how to ask without giving away too much. The last thing you needed was for your tutor to tell your parents.

“So… about Touched,” you began, keeping your tone casual as you pretended to focus on the notes in front of you. “I know they can’t shift during the full moon, and then there’s all that scientific stuff about their genetics, but… is there anything about singing to the moon? Or being able to feel their wolf? Oh—could any of the ones before ever feel, like, a pull toward something?”

The words tumbled out faster than you intended, and when you finally looked up, Professor Robert Zimmerman was watching you with a measured expression.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, then closed the book he’d been teaching from. “There are a few things that have been documented,” he admitted. “I can ask about getting a copy of those records if you’d like to learn more about your mutation,” His voice carried that familiar, steady patience—the kind that always made you feel safe about asking questions, no matter how strange they were.

Excitement flared in your chest. “Please?”

His mouth twitched into one of those small, rare smiles. “I’ll have those for you by Monday. I promise.”

You grinned, barely containing your anticipation as he shifted the lesson back to history. But no matter how hard you tried, your mind kept drifting—Monday suddenly felt like a lifetime away.

Monday couldn’t get there fast enough for you, and it felt like you were crawling the walls, even when you’d go outside and try to distract yourself. The appointments with meeting alphas had finally dwindled to only after school and only three times a week, with only two families showing up on those days. It helped, but you weren’t getting your hopes up anymore. Most of your pack found their soulmate anywhere from the time they presented up until they were in their mid-twenties. So, you had time and decided not to stress over it anymore. Jess did her best to keep you distracted, filling your afternoons with stories from her school—complaints about teachers, dramatic playground politics, and, most importantly, just how disgusting boys were. That always made you laugh, and part of you missed not getting to experience it with her. Although, you knew you’d miss Professor Zimmerman and all the fun things he gave you to learn.

By Sunday night, the anticipation was unbearable. You buzzed through your nightly chores, barely able to keep still. So much so that both your parents noticed and debated asking about it when you hugged them goodnight. When you finally crawled into bed, you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. I seriously need to get some sleep. The thought felt like it was on repeat in your head for hours before the depths of sleep found you.

When the doorbell rang at 8:30 the following morning, you dashed toward it, no longer able to keep your excitement contained. Your smile faded to one of confusion and curiosity when you saw an alpha standing next to Professor Zimmerman, tilting your head slightly. “Y/N, this is Professor Alaric Saltzman. He keeps the records you asked me about and he refused to let them out of his sight. So, he’s here to supervise you while you go through them,” Professor Zimmerman explained.

Professor Saltzman chuckled at your expression, but it was clear that your scent bothered him. “We can do it outside, so my scent doesn’t bother you,” you offered, catching the way he subtly controlled his breathing despite his best efforts to hide the discomfort.

“I’ll be alright.” he tried to reassure you with a genuinely friendly, albeit, amused smile.

You stepped aside to let them in, your parents now lingering near the living room. Greetings were exchanged, but you barely acknowledged them, your focus entirely on the files Professor Zimmerman carried as he headed toward the spare room that had been turned into your classroom. You were hot on his heels, anticipation thrumming in your veins.

“These aren’t the originals. They’re copies, but nothing has been redacted,” Professor Zimmerman explained as he set the files on the table in front of you. “Be careful with them, though.” You nodded quickly and pulled the first file closer, your fingers tingling as you carefully flipped it open. The sheer amount of information stunned you. There were far more records than you expected, each documenting a Touched in your lineage—one file for each of them.

Professor Saltzman eventually joined Professor Zimmerman near the whiteboard, the two quietly talking while you lost yourself in the files. Their conversation faded into background noise.

“Is she always this curious?” Saltzman asked, arms crossed as he watched you absorb every word on the page.

Zimmerman exhaled with something between amusement and pride. “Her appetite for knowledge is almost insatiable. She’s asking questions most seniors don’t even think to ask. Sometimes, it’s difficult to keep her engaged because she gets bored so easily.”

Saltzman was quiet for a moment before offering, “If you ever need anything, just ask. It’s rare to find a student who genuinely enjoys learning.”

Zimmerman smiled, “Thanks. She’ll appreciate that. If she keeps this up, she’ll graduate by her sixteenth birthday.”

You barely registered their words as you combed through each record, your focus sharpening when you started noticing patterns. By the fourth file, the similarities were impossible to ignore—so you shifted tactics, scanning for key phrases.

And then, your breath caught.

Every single one of them—every Touched before you—had met their soulmate for the first time when he was in wolf form. Never before.

A shiver ghosted down your spine, your entire body breaking out in goosebumps. You leaned back in your chair, fingers absently tracing the edge of the page as your mind raced.

Did your parents know this? Had they ever read these files? Should you tell them? Or let them keep setting up meetings, oblivious to the truth?

You weren’t sure what you wanted. Fourteen felt too young to be thinking about a soulmate. The idea of it felt… overwhelming. Maybe even a little terrifying.

But another thought crept in, quieter.

If your parents never read these, maybe that meant you still had time. Maybe it meant you could hold onto being just you for a little while longer. With a slow exhale, you closed the file and looked up at Professor Saltzman. “Thank you, for bringing.” You hesitated, then asked, Have my parents read them?”

He raised an eyebrow but softened at your expression. “You’re welcome. No, they haven’t. Would you like me to suggest that they do?”

You considered it for a long moment before shaking your head “No. It’s okay.”

Saltzman nodded, retrieved the files and offering a final, knowing glance before saying his goodbyes. Once he was gone, you turned your attention to Professor Zimmerman as he began your daily lessons.

He didn’t ask you about the files. He knew better. This had been your request—when you were ready to talk about it, you would. But even as you tried to focus, your thoughts kept circling back, over and over.

An alpha had answered your song.

And now, you weren’t sure how you felt.

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squarebracketsmileyface · 14 days ago

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you about Brian after Jesse's birth; -Like holy shit this child is so squishable and Brian is so fucking happy holding him lol. Literally he's going "look what i MADE!!!" Y'know lol?-

EXTREMELY FUNNY STORY, the first image that came to mind after reading this was Brian holding Jesse up Lion King-style all proud (with Lark and Tim scolding him because jesus christ he's five seconds old settle down), and then YOUR FIRST DEPICTION OF JESSE IN ART FORM IS BRIAN HOLDING HIM UP TO THE METAPHORICAL CAMERA WITH THAT BIG OL SMILE

so either you're an excellent mind reader or we just have similar brain waves haha :D either way, thank you for making my brain go brrrrr TWICE as hard and fast :D

Lmao omg that's amazing

Brian lifting literally newborn Jesse up lion king style is so dumb I love it. He's definitely a "I will lift up/throw my children" kinda dad, he'll try and give them shoulder rides around the house in his wheelchair and let them pretend to be tall and grown up, and he'll absolutely YEET them onto the sofa or a bed or any soft surface once they're old enough. Like, he does rock climbing without the use of his legs as a hobby, he's definitely strong enough to absolutely throw his children.

Tim does it too but Brian's just better at it.

Lark is a fucking noodle, she is useless at throwing kids. However! She provides entertainment by being noodly enough that Tim can throw HER and then he can throw the kids on top of her as "human sacrifices to the terrible evil demon, mummy!"

#asks #marble hornets #brian thomas #jay merrick #tim wright #mh bram #mh sorry its locked #fic/series rated e on ao3 #in case anyone would prefer not to read that #pretty girl propaganda au

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casuallyawkardd · 1 year ago

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Close Encounters of the Spiderkind Pt III

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Single Mother!Reader

Summary: Miguel and you get the chance to get to know one another better while on a mission

Warnings: fluff, mentions of drug use but nothing crazy, super evil villain watch out, not fluent in Spanish so lemme know if I mess up

A/N: Finally the long awaited next part of the series! Thank you all for being so patient with me and I hope it holds up to expectation 😊 Also I finally made a masterlist for this series!

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One thing you liked about Nueva York was that you could see the stars at night. In your universe's New York, the lights alone would drown out their natural light, something you missed seeing back in your hometown. But here, they were plain to see, sparkling down on you from the open sunroof. Maybe someone in this universe developed lights that didn't snuff out the natural light of the world, that or maybe the future was less smoggy.

This wasn't the Nueva York you were familiar with, not technically anyway. What had Miguel called it? Earth-928C? It was another version of Miguel's home, one where there were enough differences that they were their own separate universes, but not so much so that it was classified under a different number. Speaking of Miguel..

"Remind me why I was chosen for this mission?" you asked, breaking the silence between you two. The man in question gave you a sideways glance, not looking too happy with your tone.

"Because Jess is already on one with Peter B and she suggested I take you instead," he answered matter-of-factly, nostrils flaring as he let out a huff.

"And...why did Jess have to be the one to come?"

"You know, you ask a lot of questions."

"And you avoid a lot of them," you quipped back, shooting him a half-hearted glare before sighing heavily, arms crossing over your chest. "I get the whole 'mysterious leader' thing, but I don't think it's too much to ask for a little more detail-"

"I needed someone to pose as my date to this event," Miguel cut you off. You awaited further explanation, but the other spider seemed to think that answer would suffice. It certainly explained the given dress code for the mission. Miguel sporting a suit, appearing like a simple black, but was shown to be a deep red when the light hit it just right. His eyes gave you the up and down, as if just now seeing your ensemble for the first time. "You clean up nice."

"A simple 'I like your dress' would work, O'Hara," you huff.

"Fine, I like your dress, happy?" he retorts and you roll your eyes, the compliment not as sincere when you have to pull teeth to get it.

Yet another moment of silence followed as the car drove on, a divider keeping the driver oblivious to the conversation between you two. "What's the mission?" you asked finally, "I know you mentioned something with anomaly capture, but we were in a rush so..."

"Ay dios mío," Miguel pulled up an image on his gizmo. "A variant of Doctor Octavius was detected here," he pointed to the flashing dot on the map, "that building just so happens to be where Alchemax is hosting their annual charity event. Make sense?"

"Mmm," you hum, "and do you expect that they'll just let us walk right in?"

"Of course they will," he said, clicking the hologram away and leaning back against the seat, "the Miguel of this universe still works for Alchemax, he's expected to be there."

"And you plan to pose as yourself in this dimension?" Miguel nods to confirm your thought. "What if the Miguel from this universe comes too?"

"He won't."

"And you know that because..?"

Miguel didn't respond, looking out the window as the car came to a stop. "We're here, let's at least pretend we like each other."

Stepping out, Miguel offered you his arm for you to get out of the car with ease. The building before you was tall, much like the skyscrapers of your universe, only maintaining that futuristic quality most things seemed to possess in Nueva York. The lights you could see from the top floor told you of your destination, all that was left was to make your way inside.

"Why the cameras?" you asked, indicating with a nod of your head to the flashing lights and large crowd around the base of the staircase that led to the entrance.

The sight made Miguel grimace, "Paparazzi," he spat the word, "makes sense, these things usually attract that kind of crowd. Celebrities, billionaires, anyone Alchemax can sucker into funding their projects." His disdain for the company was evident, as to why he had such a deeply rooted hatred for it, you had yet to hear that story. "Come on, let's just go in. Try not to be obvious." Before you could respond, he was already leading the way; his arm linked with yours as the two of you managed to slip inside.

The way up was uneventful, one high tech elevator ride and you were on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city. According to Miguel at least. On the way up, Miguel had shared the plan: lie low and wait, plain and simple. It wasn't like his usual plans, Miguel seeming to prefer getting in and out as quickly as possible, anomaly captured and sent to HQ in the blink of an eye.

"There's too many people," he explained, "one wrong move and this building could come crashing down with everyone inside. Just act natural and let the target reveal itself to us." Just how dangerous was this variant?

You were reluctant, but chose not to argue with his plan, especially once you saw the venue. The event was being held in a ballroom of sorts, designed for events such as this one. The room was large, accented by a stunning silver chandelier. There were tables for guests to sit at on the borders of the room, many already occupied by elite figures chatting away about business and what have you. Horderves and cocktails were being distributed on metal trays that hovered about the room. The room, the people in it, all that you saw combined into a reminder of just how advanced Miguel's universe truly was.

"Miguel?" a man's voice called out, the owner coming through the crowd. He was an older man, tall like the man at your side and equally well dressed, if not more. "Well, isn't this a treat?" There was a teasing tone to his voice, offering a hand that Miguel stiffly shook.

"Mr. Stone," Miguel mused, forcing a smile to maintain the facade, "How are you this evening?"

"Well," Stone replied, looking in your direction, "And who might you be?"

"Oh, just Miguel's date," you tell him, throwing your name out there as well.

Mr. Stone smiled, taking your hand in his, "I doubt something as lovely as you is 'just Miguel's date,'" he said before planting a kiss on the back of your hand. A gesture that made you want to retract your hand immediately, but you kept with the pleasantries.

"Well...I'm-"

"My girlfriend," Miguel interjected, pulling the unwanted attention off of you.

"Girlfriend?" Stone seemed surprised by the bit of information. "Didn't know you had one. Thought you were becoming a sort of recluse."

Miguel just shrugged, despite the comment seeming backhanded, an insult hidden behind a pearly white smile. "Well I have to get out sometimes," was all he said and Mr. Stone nodded slowly in acknowledgment.

"You should spend some of that time coming into the lab. I'm sure your team's been missing you."

"I'll think about it." Before the older man could continue, Miguel placed a hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward and through the crowd, finding solace at an empty table.

"You know him?" you dared to ask, based on the sour expression marring Miguel's features.

"Tyler Stone," was all he said, huffing in annoyance, "He's in my universe as well, or I suppose was. This version doesn't seem to be as much of an entitled prick at least."

"Oh," was all you had to say, glancing around the party. Whoever this Stone person was, he seemed to have struck a nerve in Miguel, making him more irritable than usual. Something you didn't plan to tolerate all evening. "Miguel?"

"Mmm."

"Why the hell is everyone in every version of your universe so damn tall?"

Miguel paused, looking around confused before looking back at you, "I'm sorry?"

"I mean really, I've looked this room up and down and I'm pretty sure I'm the shortest one here. What's the average height, six foot three?"

He hummed in amusement, "Six foot one for women."

"Nuh uh."

"And six foot six for men."

"What the hell!?" you guffawed, your dramatics making a small smile appear on your partners lips. "What are they feeding you in the future?"

"Dunno, better food?" he shrugged, sitting back in his chair, posture more relaxed than it had been. "Anti-gravity tech is more normalized in my universe too. It's been proven to have an effect on the development of kids."

"And you know that because..?"

"Did a report on it in middle school."

"Of course you did."

"Keep the snide remarks to yourself," his tone hardened for a moment and you wondered if your attempt at lightening the mood had struck a nerve, but he continued on. "You know, I'm sure Vada could benefit from some anti-gravity therapy."

"Hey, my little lady is perfect at the size she is," you warned, the smile on your face keeping the conversation light hearted. "Plus, I want to savor her being small for as long as I can."

Miguel chuckled, "Ain't that the truth."

The air around you two seemed to shift with that little comment, your smile slowly fading in sync with his. You felt like you should say something, break the ice once more to relieve the somber air. "Miguel, I-"

"Es suficiente," he interjected, rising from his seat and adjusting his suit. "We need to stay focused. Start searching for the target, let's get a move on."

Complying, you rose to your feet as well, stopping after taking the first step to follow. "...No."

Miguel froze at the single syllable, turning to look at you over his shoulder, "What was that?"

"No," you repeated, his eyes now narrowing at you. "You were the one who said we needed to lay low, right?"

"...Yes, but-"

"Well," you interrupted and his jaw set in annoyance, "then we should take advantage of where we're at. Enjoy the party and all, yeah?"

"That's not-"

"If you need to get a hold of me, just call me on the gizmo."

"No, Y/N, we need to stick together," Miguel reached out to stop you, but you were already walking off, a platter of bruschetta catching your eye. Miguel let out a deep breath through his nose, "The anomaly could be anywhere, it's dangerous to be on your own."

"I'm not alone, I have you," you called back to him playfully, trying not to laugh at just how peeved he looked. "Let loose O'Hara, don't be such a stick in the mud. Is that whole wall an aquarium?"

You never knew rubbing elbows with the elite could be so...enjoyable. It seemed many found your conversation refreshing, a change of pace from the usual, high society vernacular. It helped that they had expensive taste as well. The food was immaculate and you regretted not bringing something to stash away extra. Something Vada could have tried when you got home.

Speaking of your little one, she had managed to get a hold of you through Lyla. You had been hesitant to let an AI watch over your daughter, but considering she looked to be in one piece, it looked like this little experiment worked out just fine. Vada was even ready for bed, hair washed and wearing fresh pajamas. The call was to simply say goodnight, you promising to tuck her in when you got home.

"Tell Miggy I said goodnight, too," your toddler demanded, making you laugh.

"I will. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Mama."

As soon as you hung up, the group you had found yourself in was bombarding you with questions. 'You have a daughter? How old is she? Sounds like she misses her mother, huh? Why didn't you bring her tonight? Who's her father, maybe we know him? Is it Miguel?'

"Oh no, nothing like that," you had to chime in, waving your hands defensively, "I had her with my ex, she's too young to come to something like this." When they pressed for more information, particularly about Vada's father, you provided some dodgy answers before making the executive decision to excuse yourself.

The balcony seemed to be the place most people were going to get a moment of peace. It was dimmer, the only light coming from the windows looking into the ballroom. Some were having a smoke break, while others used the fresh air to keep the alcohol in their stomachs. Miguel was among them, neither drunk or smoking, leaning against the balcony on his own.

"This doesn't seem like the place to find a Doc Ock anomaly," you teased, coming to stand beside him.

He acknowledged you with a sideways glance before looking back at the city below. "Didn't get the chance to investigate much. Too many people trying to talk to me."

"Oh no, whatever will you do?"

"You're hilarious," he matched your sarcastic tone with his own.

"It must be nice though, people seem to like you a lot here. Or.. I guess the Miguel of this universe, at least." You looked over at him, debating your next words. "Miguel, how did you know he wouldn't be coming tonight?" You could see his jaw set, eyes now purposely avoiding yours. It was frustrating to say the least. "Come on, Miguel. Why can't you just tell me?"

"It's none of your business, that's why."

"Oh, but it's yours? Cuz it's you in another dimension? Tell me, when do I get to know the 'business' of every other version of me?"

"You know what? I'm getting real sick of-" Miguel whipped to the side to face you, his shoulder bumping yours and you stumbled to catch yourself. That seemed to give him pause, Miguel going quiet once more as the two of you now stared at each other. You were trying to understand what was going through his head, but his expression was as hard to read as ever. Blinking slowly, he let out a heavy sigh, going back to leaning against the railing. "It's just personal, alright? The Miguel of this universe and I have... a lot in common."

You didn't say anything, not sure what you would say anyway. Leaning forward on the railing, your eyes focused on your fidgeting hands, looking up when Miguel continued. "He's addicted to Rapture, a disgusting drug that Alchemax developed, just like I was," reluctantly his eyes met yours, gaze softer than it had been before. "except I succeeded where he will inevitably fail. He'll perform an experiment to get rid of the addiction, but it'll backfire. He'll be dead by the end of the week."

"Oh, Miguel, I.. I'm sorry to hear that," you placed a sympathetic hand on his forearm. You bit your lip in thought, unsure what to say under these circumstances "That must be hard, knowing a version of yourself is going to... you know."

Miguel just shrugged off your touch, "It wouldn't be the first time," he replied, you frowning at how quickly he brushed it off.

"Still, I'm sorry," you repeated, Miguel only humming to show he heard you. The two of you didn't say much after that, but it wasn't awkward like the other periods of silence between you tonight. There was tension, but time seemed to help melt it away. It began to feel almost natural, the kind of quiet you were used to sharing with a select few people. The breeze came in, cool against your skin, save for the part of you that pressed against Miguel's side, welcoming the warmth he had to give. "Hey," you said, "this might be a bad time to bring it up, but Vada did want to tell you goodnight."

A puff of air escaped his lips, making a 'tch' sound, shoulders shifting in a mute laugh. "Did she now? Well that's awfully generous of her." Miguel savored the sights of the city a moment longer, letting your news sink in before pushing off the railing, standing to his full height. "Come on, we should head back in. We still have a mission to finish."

"Right," you agreed, following after him. You had forgotten how bright the ballroom was, squinting at the brightness invading your vision. After that, it was back to the mission. This time you stuck close to Miguel's side, there to diffuse the small talk as politely as possible while he continued to search the room.

"The anomaly is in this room, stay on the alert."

You nodded at his instruction, eyes peeled for any guests who might be glitching in and out of reality. However, your attention was limited, eyes drawn to the aquarium you had seen earlier. It truly was a sight to behold, Miguel had pulled you away before you got the chance to get a good look. Twenty feet in height and a blue that was equally unnatural and alluring. Decorated to perfection, because of course it was, with well placed rocks that had corals of various colors and shapes sprouting between them. The fish were just as diverse, shapes and colors that glided about the water. Some you had never seen before, while others were a familiar sight. A pair of clownfish nestling into some anemone, a whale shark swimming above the reef, an octopus with a monocle and- Wait a minute.

"Miguel," you patted his arm to get his attention, pointing at the discovery. Your eyes had not deceived you, there was indeed an octopus, sporting a monocle that was reminiscent of a cyberpunk style, the glowing green eye within darting around suspiciously. Upon second glance, you saw that this octopus also sported two mechanical tentacles, the style matching the device over its eye.

"You've got to be kidding me," Miguel groaned, "this was a high threat alert." As if to answer his question, the creature glitched, startling a school of fish that then scattered about the tank.

"Yeah, real threatening, he might take over the entire aquarium."

"Can it, let's just get the thing and- what are you doing?"

"Hold on, I want to take a picture. Vada's gonna get a kick out of this."

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anachronistic-falsehood · 5 months ago

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WHISKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need ur thoughts & notes on visual appearances for all of the greats!!! what do they all look like out of costume & what r their costumes & vibes like & everything................ wgat would u want to see in art of them etc......... for no particular reason........... kicks clip studio paint under my desk.........

HIIIII HIHIHHIHIIII <3 omgg ok. alright. ok this is gonna get long i am SO SORRY in advance my ass is gonna RAMBLE

STRIDER!!! i have a very clear image in my head of him ok. short king. like 5'2. dark skin, lots of scars from various incidents, keeps his hair in cornrows bc he does not want it to be loose and long bc during his trigger event it was grabbed and pulled a lot while he was getting beat up!!! briefly debated cutting it all off but he did just start growing it out after being made to keep it short in foster homes and he doesn't wanna reset that progress ANYWAY after joining the greats he usually still wears hoodies and jeans, but now he's finally got a little bit of Spending Money so he wears some techwear stuff sometimes, and he might throw on some simple jewelry like thin chain necklaces and the occasional ring or two. no piercings tho, does not want things people could yank out of his skin!!!! the simple jewelry does make him feel like he actually stands out a lil bit more. also V IMPORTANT he finally gets some fucking mobility aids after joining the greats!! he wears a knee brace on his right leg sometimes and he also has one of those sword canes!!! it's got a poignard dagger hidden in it!!! his hero costume is like. fantasy rogue shit. black cloak with a hood, scarf over his lower face, and he wears combat boots EVERYWHERE no he doesn't care if they dont go with his outfit GRAYSON, they're good fucking boots and they're COMFORTABLE dammit!!! may occasionally wear platforms. he likes 2 feel tall

grayson!!! honestly i feel like i'm doing him so dirty w the image of him in my head bc he's a tiefling in canon but here he's just a basic fucking white guy. basic as shit kind of nerdy looking white guy. there's practically nothing to work with in canon for grayson all we know if that he's described as stoic so i'm taking that as hes autistic as hell and doesn't know how to fucking Talk to people. nerdy ass white boy obsessed with medieval shit!!! he's got curly brown hair and has glasses and wears like button ups and shit like that. his costume is a full suit of armor with dragon motifs and he fights with a two sided polearm!!! i have decided tho i would like him 2 have some vaguely inhuman traits??? idk how traits like that work in worm yet tho, like idk if it's a cauldron case 53 specific thing??? i don't think it is but PLS correct me if im wrong!!! i just want him 2 have tiny horns or maybe other small tiefling traits like a tail or something if that is in any way possible without him being a case 53. just as a Nod to what he is in canon bc if i just make him a white boy with no inhuman traits whatsoever i would be like That's Not Grayson who tf is this cracker!!!

RAM MY BELOVED. ok. this guy is straight up jesse mccree. idc that mccree's name has changed i haven't been invested in overwatch in a while but anyway ram just straight up looks like jesse mccree 2 me im SORRY!! like. he is not Muscular like mccree is, he was def skinnier in college and then after joining the greats he put on some weight that he def needed. he's latino, he's from texas, he's got that mccree haircut and scruffy facial hair, he wears cowboy boots and jeans and plaid shirts and OFC a cowboy hat!!! sometimes wears sunglasses when his extreme perception is Too Much for him. he's got a couple tattoos prbably, just random shit he got in college that he thought would look cool, like skulls or knives or some shit. his hero costume is kind of like in canon where he wears a poncho and cowboy hat and all that western shit, but he also wears a bandanna over his lower face. basically when he first joined the greats he was a skinny mexican/texan college kid with Trauma and Depression and a really bad vyncent sol style soul patch and then he got better and turned into a bear <3

min ily!!! she's a halfling in canon and i cannot imagine her as anything but Short As Fuck. like under 5 ft. like 4'6 or somewhere in that range. LITERALLY so fucking tiny!!!! squish her like a bug!!!! i always imagined her in canon with sailor moon ass purple pigtails so i think she's got purple hair. maybe she's the reason virion dyed his idk idk!!!! out of costume she dresses like she shops at claire's tbh. mabel pines but grown up. silly shaped earrings and pants with rhinestones on them and silly graphic tshirts and comfy cardigans!! girl WHAT are you even wearing!!! in costume she is SO different though. she has been underestimated bc of her appearance so she wants to make sure people know she is Not To Be Fucked With. i am so bad at cape costume design so idk exactly what it would look like but im picturing like. black bodysuit with bright blue spiky armor that looks like ice over the vitals, the arms and legs of the bodysuit are cut off to leave them bare because she's transforming her limbs into water and ice in battle more often than not, and her head is wreathed in ice to cover her face and hair. she WILL change her legs into tall ass ice spikes and walk around towering over everyone with her featureless spiky ice head. horrifying thing to see coming at u!!! like slenderman but elsa flavoured

GOD im sorry this is so long. jesus. anyway chungus!!! im changing his name btw his name is gus and chungus was just a shitty mean nickname he was given in school. i CANNOT take his ass seriously with a name like chungus so im changing it. anyway!! u thought ram was a bear??? well chungus is like. a fucking BEAR. ram is like a cub and gus is a Real Bear. Large Hairy Man!!! genuinely fucking huge. tall as hell too. u know hafthor bjornsson?? that fucking guy but fatter and hairier probably. he's like over 6ft. has long hair that he keeps pulled back. sometimes he lets min or virion braid it <3 doesn't rly care about fashion!!! lots of athletic wear!!! in costume he wears a lot of dnd barabarian type shit. always shirtless. wears small pieces of armor like shoulder guards and stuff just for aesthetic reasons but doesn't fucking listen to grayson when grayson's like PLEASE wear some proper armor to protect your vitals shoulder guards aren't gonna do shit!! put on a shirt at least!!! and u know those art pieces of ctechnoblade with the pig skull over his face??? gus wears a skull as his mask!! not sure what kind of skull yet. idk. boar maybe so he's got tusks. sick as hell

points at alphonz. white boy. whitest of white boys you have ever seen. before his trigger event he was like. blond prettyboy. good little catholic boy <3 button ups and khakis and nice shoes. and then he went thru The Horrors!! he let his hair grow out after joining the greats but he doesn't really like. maintain it well. min often brushes it for him bc shes the only one who can get close to him in his super bright super heated breaker state. that's not even important 2 his appearance but its important 2 me that you know that. ANYWAY he puts on some muscle after joining the greats and doing physical training with gus!! also doesn't really care about what he wears anymore so it's a lot of like. wearing whatever someone else has left lying around. strider's graphic tees and gus' huge sweaters and grayson's button ups. likes wrapping himself up in ram's poncho and sleeping on the couch. would wear min's cardigans if they weren't too small to fit him but he does wear her jewelry sometimes. he doesn't really. have much of his own. and doesn't really want to get things of his own because it could all be wiped away in a second if another endbringer attacks. yk. GOD IM SORRY IM RAMBLING JESUS his costume is full paladin armor. elaborate as shit with like a cloak and stuff. grayson had a lot of fun making it for him it was like an art project <3 in his breaker state his entire body looks like it's made of light. glowing like a christmas tree!! and ofc yk he's got wings made of light in his breaker state. that simurgh shit stuck w him!!!

ANYWAY. yeah. tbh they all share clothes a lot. gus can't rly borrow anyone else's clothes bc he's the biggest and this saddens him but to rectify this sometimes the others will purposely buy very oversized stuff to wear as pyjamas so he can steal it and wear it. min can and will steal everyone's shit because she's the smallest. she's got a hoard of sweaters and shirts in her room and she only gives them back when she wants to steal something else. they're family your honour

#god i need 2 post my full list of powersets and hero names and trigger events i have for each of them at some point!!!!#im still kinda editing it tho bc im not 100% set on some details so gimme like a couple business days #new haven wards

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ellies-little-thing · 1 year ago

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Life goes on (e.w.) part 4

*not my images, but i edited it

My masterlist <3

pairing: young!ellie/young!reader

Warnings: fluf; reader is referred to as she/her; mentions of trauma; angst; just cute best friend stuff really; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This was a request but im having a blast writing it! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy! Only one more part to come!

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17 years old - Part 4

A year later you were able to forget about that awkward night and go back to being normal best friends. There still was a bit of a weird atmosphere around you two but you both tried to forget about it. Ellie started to talk to a girl and she grew to like her a lot. They dated for a while. Her name was Cat and she was the one who made her tattoo on her right forearm to cover her chemical burn. She was pretty. Tall, with beautiful black hair and brown eyes, and on top of that, she was an amazing artist. You understood why Ellie liked her. You were happy for Ellie, truly. She looked happy and really in love. But you were also jealous of the time Cat took away for you and Ellie to hang out. You missed her during that time. But you started to not care as much, as the time passed. Ellie didn't seem to want to be with you as much. She started to make up excuses, stopped walking home with you after school, stopped sitting next to you in class and with Cat instead. You started feeling alone, but a girl sat next to you after some time, she was nice to you and you started doing your projects together.

You and Ellie started to hang out 2 to 3 times a week tops, after she got into her relationship. But with time it became less, until she stopped coming to your house all together. You only saw her at school and never said more than a simple “hi” or a nod when you looked at each other. She would hang out with Cat and her group of friends, and didn't have time for you anymore. She started smoking and drinking on the weekends without the adults knowing. She seemed happy and like she was having a nice time without you. So you tried to move on, just like she did.

You too started seeing a boy your age from school, named Jesse, tall with black hair and a nice smile, but it didn't last very long. He was really nice, but he wasn't Ellie. He took you out on dates, treated you well, gave you gifts, made you feel loved, but you felt like you couldn't reciprocate the feeling even if you tried really hard. You and him stayed friends, with no hard feelings. He was a really nice person and you were glad he understood. He still made sure to see if you were doing alright from time to time. You had told him how close you and Ellie were, and he truly cared about you. He felt sad for you, because of Ellie's behavior towards you. You were glad he stayed your friend after the two months you had been together. He was your first kiss but nothing more than that.

Ellie felt like you were never going to like her like she liked you so she tried to move on. She liked Cat and Cat liked her. But Cat wasn't you. No one compares to you in Ellie's eyes. She thought her feelings for you would eventually pass but they didn't. She stopped hanging out with you because it hurt her everytime she saw you and you two pretended like nothing happened. As time passed she stopped talking to you after she met Cat. She was Ellie's first girlfriend, her first kiss and other firsts. But she wasn't a good influence for Ellie. They started getting into trouble for smoking and drinking without permission. She started to skip class some days and her grades went downhill. She tried to look confident on the outside but she was sad. She missed your voice, your laugh, your smile, the days you spent playing video games together, talking to you. But she felt like she couldn't go back, she was too far gone. And when she saw you out with Jesse, she went crazy. She felt nauseous when she saw him kissing you or simply hugging. She should be the one touching you, not him. She should be the one to kiss your lips every day, not him. The jealousy drove her insane, to the point she stopped giving Cat any attention. One day Cat got tired of it and left her. Ellie felt so alone after that, she had lost Cat, but most importantly, she had lost you. She knew she had wronged you by stopping to spend time with you, by stopping talking to you. She was so mad at herself. She started going into a depressive state after a few months.

Every night you just stared at the wall in your bedroom still covered in Ellie's sketches. You just remembered all the good times you two had shared, but now you don't even talk to each other. You can't even really say why that happened. Ellie never really talked to you about that ever. But Ellie was happy with Cat, or so you thought. You met a girl in your class named Dina at school and she was really nice. You started hanging out and talking about boys and stuff. After a few weeks you became friends, but it wasn't the same thing you had with Ellie. Dina was very funny and very pleasant to be with. She was nice to talk to and cared for you like you cared for her. When you stopped dating Jesse, him and Dina started talking and you felt really happy for them, but then again, you were left alone. They were still your friends but they didn't have much time for you anymore and you got it.

You felt sad all the time. You'd just stare at the wall behind your desk adorned with her sketches and a few polaroid photos of you two. You still had a comic book she had lent you, it was the Spider-Man one you and her had found all those years ago. You could still hear her silly voices and her laughs as you read it, time and time again. It was so much simpler back then. If you closed your eyes you could even hear the birds singing around you and see the view from that bench.

One day Ellie was in her garage, turned studio/home, and Joel went over to talk to her. She was drawing you. Again. At this point her desk was covered with your face. “Hey kiddo, you alright?” He asked after knocking gently at her door and entering. Ellie wasn't really taking care of herself very well lately. “Hi Joel, yeah, I'm fine…” She looked down at her sketch book and closed it. She then turned to Joel in her desk chair. “Well, you don't seem fine kid, you haven't been eating anything. What's going on in that head of yours?” Ellie sighed, she knew she wasn't well, but she hadn't told Joel she was into girls yet, even though he suspected it already. “I think I just miss Y/N… haven't talked to her in ages…or seen her really…”Joel knew you two were very close, you used to be inseparable. ”Why don't you try to talk to her? I bet she misses you too.” He gave her a soft smile. He remembered all those times you came over and all the laughs he heard coming from her room upstairs. He started to grow fond of you too, after all, you were his baby girl’s best and only friend for a long time. “Thanks Joel, I'll think about it.” She responded without looking at him. He knew that by the tone of her voice that she wanted to be left alone. He got up and gave her a light kiss on the forehead before they said their goodnights.

Ellie got up from her desk and laid on her bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about you. When she tried to sleep she hugged the dino plushie you had found and gave to her on her first christmas after she arrived. It still smelled like you somehow and it helped her fall asleep. You were in your own bed looking at that one drawing she had given you as a surprise. It was almost like a picture of you, and a tear fell down your face as you fell asleep thinking of that day. You wish you could go back in time.

A few weeks passed since Cat dumped Ellie and she just missed you so much that she wanted to get into your house and hug you, but she knew she couldn't. She passed by your house everyday to get to school after all. A few months passed and you didn't have school anymore. You had finished with high grades and with honors, your parents were very proud. After that, you spent most of your time at home or completing your training for going on patrols as soon as you turned 18 and could take your final test. You tried to not think about Ellie anymore. You were starting to take down her drawings from the wall and store them into a box. But once you touched that one she spent so many hours making, you couldn't bring yourself to take it down. Next to it was a polaroid of you together smiling when you were 15. Tears started falling from your eyes as you continued to look at it. You decided to put it in the box. You couldn't bear looking at her face any longer. It hurt too much.

That year Ellie learnt what Joel had actually done in the hospital that day. She couldn't believe he took that choice from her. She could have saved the world. She wanted to save the world. She confronted Joel and asked him the truth. After he told her everything, she couldn't take it anymore. She stopped talking to Joel, ignoring his existence entirely. She entered a mental breakdown and lost herself completely. The only people that really knew the truth were her, Joel, Tommy and Maria. No one else ever knew she was immune. Not even you. As much as she wanted to tell you she couldn't. She thought she had no purpose and never felt so alone. Her worst fear. Ending up alone.

Ellie was also completing her training and her birthday was around the corner since it was June. She still remembers the 3 day trip she and Joel had made when she turned 16, so he could take her to a history museum. She remembered it with a pain in her heart, she loved Joel so much. She missed him too but wasn't able to forgive him. That day she saw loads of dinosaur fossils and knew the name of all of them, she still does. But the best part was the space shuttle and the tape Joel managed to get of a rocket ship left off. She felt like she went to the moon that day. When she came back to earth she remembered you again. Remembered everything. She woke up and was hit by reality. A reality where you and Joel were no more. And part of it was her fault, and she knew it.

Summer was really making itself felt that day. The summer in Wyoming always had been beautiful but it was unbearably hot as well. You decided to leave the house and get some fresh air. You left with your favorite book in hand and started walking to the town's park. You were wearing a blue sundress as you sat down under a tree in the town's park and took advantage of the shade. As you sat down you started reading your book. The pages were turning yellow and faded from how many times you had read it already.

Ellie got up from bed slowly and she sat on the edge of it, gathering the strength to actually stand up. She looked at the drawings she had made of you that were on her desk. She missed you so much that she was starting to forget your features and her sketches started to become messy and unfinished versions of you. Versions she couldn't bring herself to finish. That day she decided to go out, she hadn't left her home in ages and it was starting to get to her. Next to her sketches was Joel's guitar. She felt like smashing it to pieces but it wouldn't help with anything really. She put on some old t-shirt of hers and some shorts and went for a walk with her backpack. It was really sunny and hot outside, so she decided to go somewhere with a nice shade and relax for a bit.

Everyone around you was so happy, kids playing and laughing, adults having a good time and relaxing. This time of year they would turn on the park's fountain so people could get a break from the heat, but it was mostly kids that used it as a pool. Ellie had had the same idea as you and noticed you sitting down from where she was sitting with her sketchpad in hand. You didn't notice her so she felt relieved and she knew you wouldn't look away from that book anytime soon. She knew it was your favorite. She started to draw you in your beautiful blue dress that hugged you just right. She almost cried when she saw you. She just missed you so much. She finally saw your face and was able to finish her drawing after so many failed attempts. She was so happy to see you, even if you didn't see her.

After about an hour she mustered the courage to get up and walk up to you and finally try to make things right. She was just wearing an oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts and her black converse of course. You could take a lot of things from her, but those sneakers? Only over her dead body. She took a deep breath and walked over to where you were. You didn't notice her at first, you were really concentrated on your book but then you felt like someone was looking at you. As you took your nose off of your book for a second, you were greeted by Ellie. She stood in front of you. She was trying to say something but she was really nervous. She managed to let out a “Hey” after a few seconds.

“Hi.” You said quietly, going back to your book. You didn't know how to react to this, to her. Ellie took another deep breath before she spoke again. “Can I sit with you?...” She asked, getting the feeling you were going to say no. You were a bit hurt by Ellie but you missed her a lot too. “Sure.” You said, not taking your eyes from those old worn out pages. She looked quite surprised when you actually said yes. She shook her head and came back to earth. She sat down next to you, not too close but not too far either. You waited for her to initiate the conversation.

“So… it's been a while, hum?...” She said with a trembling voice as she looked at the ground.

“Yeah, almost half a year.” You respond in a stiff tone, still looking at your book. The guilt hit her like a bullet. She felt so bad for hurting you, she just wanted things to go back to how they were before. She took another deep breath as she said, “I’m so sorry… I'm so sorry for stopping hanging out and talking to you…” She said in a soft and sad tone. You closed your book and put it to the side, still not being able to look at her. “I know I hurt you… I'm so sorry…” The tears were forming in her eyes.

After a minute or two of silence you finally spoke. “Why did you do it? Why did you stop talking to me? What did I do wrong?” You asked not in an angry voice but a sad one. Ellie didn't have any good reason for what she did and she didn't know what to say. “I thought we were friends…” You said and Ellie could feel the hurt in your voice.

“Y/N, i'm so sorry… I don't have any good reason for what I did. After that day I just felt like you didn't like me anymore…” She started to cry. “Then I met Cat and she didn't reject me. I'm not saying you did, but it was different.” You listened as she spoke. “I felt like I ruined everything after telling you how I felt…” You thought for a second as you took in her words. “I didn't mind you getting a girlfriend, I just didnt understand why you stopped wanting to hang out.” You said fidgeting with your hands. Ellie took a minute to answer, she had to think hard about what to say next, she didn't want to hurt you more than she already did. “ I guess I felt like you didn't need me and you'd be better off without me. Every time I saw you you looked happy. Then you started seeing Jesse and I felt like I had no place in your life anymore.” You could hear how nervous she was, talking about this to you. Her hands were actually shaking.

“And how did you think I felt when you started saying no to our hang outs?” You say, starting to cry. “Everytime you said you couldn't because Cat this and Cat that… Everytime you ignored me or just pretended you didn't see me?” Ellie felt really bad for what she did to you, she hadn't realized how much she had actually hurt you. She turned to face you. “I'm sorry, I know that no matter how many times I say it it will feel like it's never enough, but I am really sorry and I regret what I did to you.” She reaches to hold your hand. You were a bit startled by her touch but you let her hold your hand. “I still feel the same about you and I'm not scared anymore to say that I love you. And it's okay if you don't feel the same way but I can't lose you. Without you I lose myself.” She spoke as she held your hand and looked at your face. You were crying, you couldn't keep it in anymore. “You never really gave me the chance to tell you how I felt, you just ran away…” You said looking up at her face. “Please don't cry, I hate to see you cry.. .” She wipes your tears away with her thumbs as she held your face. “I'll never leave you again, never push you away, never dismiss you. I'm here for you, if you'll have me…” She was being as honest as she could, she doesn't want you to be out of her life, she needs you.

“Do you promise?” You ask, looking at her still crying. “I promise. I promise I'll never leave you again.” She hugs you as she starts crying as well. You hug her back. You missed her so much. The rest of the world disappeared once she held you in her arms. After that, you sat next to each other, you leaned your head on her shoulder and she leaned her head on yours. You didn't say anything, you just enjoyed each other's presence as you held hands.

Ellie and you started hanging out together again. You were friends again. And if that was all that it was ever going to be, Ellie was okay with it, as long as she never lost you. You felt so happy with her back in your life again. You didn't feel alone anymore. You saw each other every day, and made up for lost time. You felt like you were kids again, just like when you met at 14. Ellie had never been happier. You put up those drawings of her back on your wall and it didn't hurt anymore.

A couple of months later you and Ellie were inseparable. None of you started seeing other people yet. Ellie was just happy to have you in her life again and she didn't want to think about anyone else. To her you were just as important as air to breathe for her to be able to live. But you, you always liked Ellie and those months apart only made you realize how much she really means to you. You loved her like you've never loved anyone else. It felt like you were soulmates, meant to be together. You two were still just friends but who knows what the future could hold.

It was still Summer and you two went out to have some fun. It was a particularly hot day so you and Ellie went to the river, to spend the day and cool down. You had brought food and drinks as well as towels to dry off after going in the water. It was a hot August day and Ellie was wearing a red tank top and some short shorts. You were a couple feet away from Ellie, who is sitting down on the shore of the river. The two of you had been having a good time there all afternoon but you both needed to cool down a little bit. "Hey? We should probably jump into the river now. This heat is getting pretty intense... I'm already sweating a lot here, to be honest!" Ellie says to you as you laid on your towell. You were wearing a white tank top and just your underwear since you didn't have a bathing suit or a bikini.

You get close to her and you push her into the water unexpectedly as you laugh at her shocked face. Ellie is caught off guard and she falls into the water. "Hey! You didn't tell me that you were going to do that!" Ellie splashes some water up at you. " That's it! You're going into the water too!" Ellie gets up, out of the water and walks over to you. She then grabs you by your hips and tries to push you into the water. “Hey! No!” You tried to fight her, you were both laughing. Ellie kept trying to push you into the water though.

"Come on! I want fair play! I push you into the water now like you pushed me! It's only fair!" Ellie still has a hold of your hips and she tries harder to push you into the river. She manages to push you in and she giggles as she lets go of your hips.

"Okay, fair enough. You've won!" You say defeated. "But you know what? I don't mind being pushed into the water... I've been wanting to cool off anyway…" You say trying to look smug. Ellie starts to step into the water and she smiles at you.

"Are you coming in or what? Come on! It's really nice here." You call her to get in the water already. Ellie stands in front of you in the water and you splash her. Ellie gets a little bit surprised as you splashed her. "Hey! What was that for?" Ellie looks at you curiously and you can tell that she's being a little bit playful with you. "If you're going to be mean to me, I'll be mean to you too!" Ellie chuckles and then she splashes you back.

You splash her again as she gets in the water. Ellie giggles as you splash water on her. "Hey, come on! I can play a little dirty game too then!" Ellie looks at you, as if she's trying to decide what she will do. "Oh, I got it! You don't want me to splash you... then what if I do this?" Ellie walks forward and she quickly grabs you and holds you under the water for a few seconds.

“Hey! No fair, you are way taller than me!” You say pushing her away playfully. Ellie smiles as the water drips down your shirt. "Hehe, it's true that I am way taller than you, but that's not an excuse. You should've been expecting something like that to happen." Ellie seems to be really enjoying all this roughhousing with you. "Besides, why do you even care if I get a little bit of water on you?"

Your white tank top is now all wet and see through. You didn't have a bathing suit so you were just in your top and your underwear. Ellie notices that your tank top is wet and slightly transparent now. "Oh, so that's why you cared so much..." Ellie looks at your slightly wet tank top, she can make out your nipples as you try to hide them, in a playful and teasing manner. "I'm sure that not many people would be upset if they saw you wearing a wet and slightly transparent top... it is a good look on you..."

“Stop it!” You blush as she looks at your body so you splash her again. Ellie gets slightly hit by some water as you splash her. "Okay, okay! Fair is fair. We'll call that one even for now." Ellie laughs softly and then she looks at you. "Oh no... your face is a little red. Are you getting embarrassed?" She teases you.

“No! No I'm not!” You deny it. Ellie continues to look at you, as if she's trying to prove that you're embarrassed. "Oh, but your face is still a little red... are you sure that you are not embarrassed?" Ellie seems to be enjoying teasing you about this a little bit.

“No!” You try to find an excuse. “It's just really hot today…”

"Oh, you're right. Maybe that's it... it is a really hot August day in Jackson today. The heat is starting to really get to me too... but then why do I look fine?" Ellie points out to the fact that she doesn't look very hot or bothered by the weather. "I'm not sweating or anything... I don't look like we’re in a very hot day at all... in fact, I look surprisingly great in this heat." She says smugly.

“Shut up!” You splash her again. Ellie chuckles as you splash some more water on her. "Oh, you look so cute when you're getting mad at me!" Ellie smiles warmly as you splash the water on her. "Come now... you're not even going to try to splash more water at me are you?" Ellie doesn't seem like she's annoyed by the water that you're splashing at her. In fact, she seems to be enjoying this game that you and her are playing right now.

You swim away from her a bit, she notices that you're moving away from her so she waves a little bit at you to get your attention. "Hey, where are you going? Are you leaving already? Ellie's tone is somewhat playful and she seems slightly reluctant to let you go.

“Can’t a girl swim a little?” You smile at Ellie as you swim backwards. Ellie smiles and nods at you.

"Of course, of course. You can swim as much as you want. I was being silly just then." Ellie continues to watch you as you swim away from her. "Wait... do you want me to swim with you or something?"

“If you’re not too scared! You big baby!” You tease her, knowing she doesn't like swimming that much, since she only learned it at 16 with Joel. Ellie rolls her eyes at you and she sighs. "Oh, come now,. Give me a little bit of credit, you know? I'm not that much of a big baby or scared... am I?" Ellie's tone is slightly teasing and playful as she talks to you.

“I think you are!” You say, back floating.

"Oh, really? Do you really think I'm scared? I'll show you what scared really means!"

Ellie stands up and then she swims towards you. "There, I'm not scared at all, am I? In fact, it feels really great here and I'm not going to move until you do!" Ellie laughs in a playful manner as she says this and she also seems to be daring you to get closer.

You swim up to her. Ellie smiles at you as you swim towards her. "Oh, you're joining me now? Welcome to the party. It's really nice in here!" Ellie continues to stare at you as you continue to swim towards her. She looks slightly excited that you're joining her in the river.

You splash her again playfully. Ellie laughs a bit as you splash some more water on her. "Hey, I thought you said that I was the baby!" Ellie continues staring at you and it's clear that she's really liking this little battle between the two of you, maybe a little too much. "Hey, if we're playing like this, I get a chance to splash back too!" Ellie splashes some water on you as well.

“Ellie! Stop it!” You say smiling slightly.

"But... you started it!" Ellie continues to splash water at you in a playful manner. "Come on! I thought we were playing... are you telling me that you want to stop playing?" Ellie laughs warmly as she says this. Her tone is friendly and joyful and not serious at all.

You get closer to her. Ellie smiles softly as you do. "You want to come over here? That's okay, I don't mind." Ellie glances at you and she looks slightly confused as to what your intentions might be, behind getting closer to her.

"Hey, what are you doing? Do you need something?" You smile at her as you put your hands on her shoulders looking up at her face. Ellie smiles and she looks down at you with a cheerful expression.

"Hey, what's on your mind? Is everything alright?" Ellie seems to be really enjoying your company right now. "Did you want to tell me something? Or are you just trying to... um... get closer to me?"

You look into her gorgeous green eyes. Ellie stares back at you as she looks into yours for a few moments. "Umm... is... there something that you want to tell me? Or is this something for me to figure out right now?" Ellie smiles softly and she's trying to figure out why you're getting so close to her.

You smile at her playfully. “guess…” You tell her almost in a whisper. Ellie continues to stare back at you as she thinks about what you're trying to say to her. "Umm... is it something about... um... feelings... or... umm..." Ellie seems to be struggling slightly, but she still has a smile on her face. "Are... are you asking if I... umm..."

You put your arms around her neck, but you start getting nervous. Ellie blushes as you wrap your arms around her. "Hey, Y/N?” Ellie is also starting to look a little bit nervous and she doesn't quite know what to say. "Wha... what... um..." Ellie is trying to figure out the right thing to say in this situation.

You just look up at her, blushing. Ellie stares back at you as you continue to look at her. "I... umm..." Ellie sighs and she looks a little puzzled as she tries to figure out a response. "Is there something that you... um... w-want to tell me?" Ellie is fumbling for words and her tone is very nervous and her voice cracks a little bit.

You hold her face with one of your hands. Ellie's face turns a deep shade of red when you grab it and she feels a rush of emotions traveling through her. "Wha, what are you... umm... what... What are you doing...? Wait, what do you want to tell me?" Ellie seems to be both nervous and excited as she looks at you.

You slowly get your face closer to hers, a bit nervous still. Ellie's heart is pounding and she's shaking slightly. She seems really nervous, but she still really likes this moment that she's sharing with you. "I... um... I..." Ellie is speechless and she just looks at you as you draw closer to her face.

You look straight into her eyes. Ellie stares back at you as you come closer and she can feel your warm breath on her face. "I... umm..." Ellie can no longer muster any words and her heart is beating really fast and her body temperature seems to be rising. You get closer, only centimeters away from her. Ellie is burning hot as you get closer to her face. Her body temperature seems to still be rising and her eyes are locked on yours. "Y/N..." Ellie's voice is soft and she looks like she's about to say something but she's struggling to express it in words.

You blush as you get even closer, biting your lower lip. Ellie's voice is now barely audible. She seems to be blushing a lot and she can't believe that this is happening right now. "Y... y... y... Y/N..." Ellie tries to say her words, but they're now completely lost as tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She covers her face with her hands and her knees go weak. "I... I..."

You back away after seeing her tears. “I'm sorry... are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” You look at her worried. Ellie wipes the tears off of her face and she tries to say something, but she can't seem to speak right now.

"Y/N, I... I..." Ellie takes a deep breath and she looks at you with a tearful smile and a blush on her face. "I always kind of guessed... I knew... I always thought that this might happen... but I never knew when it would... and... umm..." Ellie's sentences are still being broken off, but it's clear that she has something important to say.

You look up at her and wipe her tears away from her face with a warm smile on yours. Ellie stares back at you for a moment as she gathers herself. Her smile continues to remain on her face and her eyes are filled with happy tears as you wipe them away. "Y/N, I... love you... do you hear me?" Ellie sighs and she still can't believe that these words are finally coming out of her mouth. "I've... loved you... for quite a while now... and I never knew what to say... but now I have to say it, you have to hear it... you have to know... I love you,Y/N."

You look at her not knowing what to say. You get closer to her again slowly. Ellie doesn't back away from you as you approach her this time. "You're not scaring me anymore with all of this... in fact, you're making me feel very happy." Ellie smiles warmly at you and the corners of her lips feel the slightest bit tingly. "I... love you... and I always will..."

You kiss her gently and the whole world disappears. Ellie's face goes red and her cheeks are flushed right away as your lips touch hers. "I... I..." Ellie can't manage to say anything else. She just stares at you and she seems slightly shocked by the kiss. Her breath is getting short and she's smiling brightly and the corners of her lips are still tingly.

"I... umm... I love you... I've always loved you. I... I just didn't know when to tell you... and I always thought that there was some other time to... to..."

You smile at her and kiss her again. After finally having the guts to do it, to finally kiss her, you just want to keep doing it. Ellie's face remains in a bright shade of red and she's still smiling lovingly, back at you. "Y/N... I... umm..." Ellie's breath is still short as she looks at you. "I want to kiss you... I want to kiss you again..." Ellie leans forward toward you and you can feel that her lips are trembling as they're about to touch yours again.

You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her again. Ellie's face turns even more red and her breath is still short as your arms wrap around her. You can feel the joy and love in her body as you kiss her. Ellie's hands reach up towards you and she wraps them around your waist, holding you close and pulling you tighter towards her body.

You wrap your legs around her hips as you were in the water together. Ellie's body is now really close to yours and she can feel you against her. She always wanted to do this, to feel your body against hers like this. Ellie's face is still a bright shade of red as you wrap your legs around her. Her voice becomes very faint as she speaks again.

"you're... umm... do you know how beautiful you are...? You're gorgeous... I've always wanted to say this to you... but I was always a little bit scared..." Ellie keeps your legs tightly wrapped around her.

“You think I'm beautiful?...” You look up at her as she says this. Ellie continues to hold you tightly and she nods slowly. "Mmm... yes, yes I do. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen... and the most lovely girl I've ever known." Ellie's voice is still very soft and you can feel her body temperature rising again. "I need to tell you something... I..."

“Yes?” You say blushing even more.

"I... I love... you…" Ellie's voice is still soft and her breath is a bit shaky as she says these words. "I love you so much, Y/N... you don't know how much you mean to me..." Ellie then gently strokes the side of your face with her hand as you continue to hold your legs wrapped around her. "You're so precious to me... and I'm so glad that... that I met you... and that you are... are... mine..."

“i... I love you too.... I just never knew how or when to say it…” You confess, but not being able to look into her eyes. Ellie smiles warmly at you and your words warm her heart.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words... I've always wanted to tell you, but I never knew how to say those words either." Ellie then kisses your cheek and as she pulls away slightly, she smiles at you as she touches your face gently again. "The way that you make me feel... I can't really describe it... it's like... like a warm feeling in my heart... and a rush of happiness..."

You hug her. You can't believe this is real. Ellie hugs you tightly back and she can feel your arms around her waist. "I... I've always loved you. but... but I never thought you'd ever feel the same way..."

Ellie closes her eyes and smiles brightly as she continues to embrace you. "I've always wanted to say those words to you... but I was always terrified of how you'd react... but right now... I don't care at all... because right now, I just think that... that you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world..."

You look at her and smile shyly. Ellie looks and smiles brightly back at you. "You look... you look so beautiful when you're smiling like that.. oh my god... I just... I just want to kiss your cheeks… look what you've done to me..." Ellie reaches towards your face and her fingers go to your cheeks.

"You're... you're too... sweet. You're too sweet. You're going to give me diabetes..." Ellie laughs softly.

You chuckle at her joke, she still has her same sense of humor, then you reach up to kiss her. Ellie leans her head down a little bit as she feels your lips on hers again. "I love... I love..." Ellie pauses and it seems like she's trying to tell you something else, but her words keep getting cut off by your kisses. "I... love... I... I..." Ellie's words are completely lost right now as she gets caught up in the moment and she closes her eyes as she focuses all of her attention on your lips.

You kiss for a bit, bodies close to each other. Ellie's hands wrap around your waist as tight as she can. She continues to kiss you passionately for another few seconds and then she eventually pulls away with a smile.

"Y/N..." Ellie takes in a deep breath and she smiles lovingly at you as her cheeks are still a bright shade of red. "I..." Ellie can't muster anymore words, but she still looks really happy right now.

You break the kiss and catch your breaths. Ellie's arms are still wrapped around your waist and you can feel your bodies close, your hearts still racing and your breathing still a bit short.

Ellie looks at you with a smile and then she speaks again. "Oh my god... ." Ellie laughs and covers her face with her hands for a moment. "Oh my god... oh my god... I..." Ellie still seems to be speechless for a few more seconds.

“What's wrong?” You ask her, taking her hands off her face.

Ellie takes in a deep breath and she smiles warmly at you. "Oh, nothing. Nothing's wrong at all. I... umm... I just didn't realize that you... umm... loved me so much. I'm... I'm just really happy right now." Ellie's face goes back to being a bright shade of red again as she stares at you. You hug her tightly. Ellie smiles again and she returns the hug tightly as well.

"Y/N, do you... ummmm... is... umm... do you really love...? Do you... really love me?" Ellie's voice is now very quiet and soft. "I hope I don't seem desperate, but you make me feel... umm... incredibly happy. I just want to hear those words one more time..."

“I do.. i have for a while, i just din't know how to say it, i didn't want it to ruin our friendship.” You say, a bit embarrassed.

Ellie can't hide how happy she is when you say those words to her. She twirls with you in the water holding you tight and she smiles warmly at you again. "I feel the same way... I think I've always loved you... but I didn't know how to say it either. I was always afraid that it was going to... umm... ruin the amazing relationship we already had..." Ellie's breath is still a bit short and her voice is still quiet and soft as she talks.

"But now... I think I know... how to say it..." You look up into her eyes. Ellie stares back at you as you look into her eyes. "Look... I'll make it simple. I... I love you. I love you a lot..." Ellie's voice is still soft and the corners of her lips are slightly tingly as she stares at you with a smile. "I... I always have and I think that... I always will..."

“I love you too, Ells…” You say smiling shyly. “More than you can imagine…” Ellie smiles lovingly at you and there's a little bit of a blush on her cheeks. She can barely contain how happy she is right now and she feels completely relieved about finally knowing how you feel. "I... I love you so much... and I think that... I always will..." Ellie looks back into your eyes as she says these words and she leans her body in closer towards you.

You two kiss again. She starts to kiss you softly as your bodies are getting closer. A slight sigh leaves her mouth and you can feel her body temperature rising again. She wraps her arms around you and you can feel her fingers playing with the back of your head and your hair as she kisses you passionately. It feels so amazing. You can't believe that it is real. It feels like a dream. A beautiful dream.

A couple of months later you were walking through town holding hands. Ellie and you have been together for a few months now and your relationship has become much more intense. Your love has grown stronger and your commitment is deeper. Ellie looks up at you as she holds your hand and you can see how happy she is.

"I can't believe what these last few months have been like... it's like... it's like I've found a true friend and... and she also turns out to be the love of my life. I could never ask for anything better..." Ellie says with a smile from ear to ear.

“I love you too, Ells.” You say looking into her eyes. Ellie smiles warmly at you as you say those words to her. "I love you too... I love you a lot... you're so precious... and I'm so happy to have you in my life..."

Ellie wraps her arms around you tightly and she lets go of your hand. "I... I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for you... I don't know what I would do if... if..."

“If what? Are you okay?” You ask, a bit concerned.

Ellie looks into your eyes and she nods her head. "I'm... I'm fine, it's just... you know what I said earlier... where I'd be if it wasn't for you? I can't imagine my life without you right now." Ellie looks back at you and smiles warmly again. "I... umm... I just... I just want you to... I want you to always stay by my side, will you do that for me?"

“I don't plan on ever leaving you.” You caress her face gently as she holds you still.

Ellie nods at you and she keeps hold of you. "I don't plan on ever leaving you either, you've... you've made the past few months so great for me..." Ellie smiles at you and her eyes are sparkling happily.

"I honestly couldn't ask for anyone better to be my girlfriend..." Ellie takes in a deep breath and she hugs you again, your bodies still close to each other. "I... I don't know how I got so lucky to have you..."

You walk by the swings where you two met, once more, almost four years ago now. You look at each other knowing exactly what the other is thinking and sit down together as you start to swing. It was October, just like when you saw her for the first time. The sun was shining, the breeze blew through your hair and the sun hit Ellie's face perfectly. You've never been able to forget her eyes since that day. They were still as beautiful as if not more. She was the most beautiful girl in the world to you.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader

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lamarckianenterprises · 2 years ago

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A Hand On Your Head (Repost from Deviantart)

It’s late in the evening, and inside a modestly priced room within the city of Freemount, two young ladies are committing the sin of witchcraft by candle light. One is standing over a small cauldron, a tall and heavily built brown haired woman dressed in her least favorite nightgown, a garish green affair tastefully hidden by a heavily stained apron. She had a ladle in one leather wrapped hand, and a pinch of fur at the other, which was hovering intently over the roiling brown liquid within the cauldron. She was singing something to herself at the moment, a soft and melodic tune that contained the recipe for her latest work, concealed somewhere within a web of slang and rhyming code. She sings the refrain, a line exhorting all who are listening to remain patient, a few more times, before she finally sprinkles the fur inside the cauldron, and vigorously mixes it in with her wooden ladle.

She steps back just as the mixture starts to shift in color once more. The witch instinctively wincing a little as she takes a deep breath, and accidentally breathes in some of the fumes. She coughs, and wipes some sweat off her brow, but otherwise pays it no mind. It wasn’t the first time she’s had to illicitly brew a potion inside her apartment after all, but this one was special.

She casts a glance backwards, at the woman seated on the edge of the bed. It was a moment of weakness, a display of poor concentration, one that her mentor would have chastised her for all those years ago. It made her smile a little though, to see that Sanne was still waiting for her to finish up, but then again, of course she was. This was her idea after all.

She could never quite figure out what made her roguish roommate tick, oh, she was pleasant to have around, could be trusted to keep a secret well, and she’s owed her life to her timely intervention one too many times but… cat ears. She was about to give her roommate cat ears, and for the life of her, she can’t quite remember why.

She stared deep into the concoction, as if attempting to find some inner truth hidden within the pitch black liquid. She wasn’t doing this for the pay, not when she refused to accept a single coin over what she would need to buy the ingredients, and she almost certainly wasn’t doing this for the experience. But if she wasn’t doing this for the money or the chance to test a new recipe, what was she doing this for. She blinked, just as a mental image of Sanne’s handsome face and short straight black hair came into mind; complete with a pair of short pointed ears sticking out of the top of her head. The sight was enough to cause something to click within the witch’s mind, and the words “Oh right, that,” to quietly leave her lips.

“Hum?” Sanne replied, as she glances up from the lengths of black string tied around her fingers, and shifts around on the bed to get a better view. “Did you say something Jess?” she asked, sounding a little more concerned than usual.

“I have been singing this whole time Sanne,” Jess replied, attempting to deflect the rogue’s concerns away. “Don’t worry about it alright? It’s just something I do to help me remember,” she lied, as her free hand reached out for a nearby glass bottle. The potion was practically done by this point, but if she wanted Sanne to drink the murky black liquid, it needed to look presentable. And well; she’s practically trained the rogue to trust random magical liquids contained within a potion bottle by this point.

“That didn’t sound like a song to me,” Sanne retorted, but decided not to press any further. The rogue instead turned her attention back to forming little stick figures in the string, and waiting for Jess to finish up.

The rogue’s little game served as an entertaining distraction as Jess slowly poured the roiling black liquid inside the bottle, and ladled it in bit by bit so as to not spill a single drop. She sets the ladle aside on a napkin, and reaches out beneath the cauldron, beginning to hum along to an entirely different tune as she snuffs out the fire with her gloved hand. She spends a few moments in reflection to thank her distant patron, before she takes note of the liquid still inside the cauldron, and absentmindedly brushes an ash covered hand against her apron. It was done.

She gingerly takes the bottle in her nervous hands, and very carefully turns in place, before she greets her idle companion with a wide smile born of pride, and mostly genuine confidence. She lifted the bottle up to give Sanne a better view, with one palm pressed firmly against the bottom, and the other pressed up against its opening to keep it somewhat sealed. “It’s done. Simply drink deep of this heady liquid, and you will have your ‘cat ears’.”

She takes step after step towards Sanne, smiling intently while she watches the rogue hurriedly untangle her fingers from the many knots in her cradle. A slight smile forms on Sanne’s usually impassive face, as her lithe body shifts around in place, messing up the bedsheet a little, and betraying her excitement. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the rogue finally looks up at the proffered bottle and… starts to frown at its contents, leaning away from it a bit, even as one of her hands reaches out towards it. “Are you sure that this will work Jess?” she asks. Her eyes widening a little as she firmly taps the glass, causing the roiling black liquid to slosh back and forth.

“It’s alchemy Sanne, of course not, but I’ll be here if anything happens,” Jess replied, her smile wavering for a moment as she gently presses the bottle against the rogue’s hand, and waits.

The rogue glances up at Jess’s face, studying it as intently as she did with the bottle’s contents. Her frown fades a little, but another glance at the bottle reinforces her suspicions, “I don’t know Jess, it looks kind of...vile.”

Jess sighs at Sanne’s response, and slowly pulls the bottle back, “Black is a perfectly normal color for a potion Sanne, and besides, you wanted the ears to match the color of your hair.” She coughs, “Look, you don’t have to drink this one if you don’t want to. I can try to whip up something that looks a little bit more appetizing, but it’s going to take me a while to get the ingredients.”

Sanne looks thoughtful for a moment, doubtlessly actually considering the witch’s offer, before she finally asks, “And how long would that take?”

“One or two,” Jess replies, leaving a long enough pause to cause a glimmer of hope to settle in Sanne’s eyes, “Weeks that is. That’s how long it’ll take me to find some moonwort around these parts, and I mean proper moonwort, not the dried stuff the old hag is peddling these days.” Sanne blinked, and with great reluctance, committed to what she is fairly sure would be a mistake, “What’s wrong with using dried moonwort?” In response, Jess’s left eye twitches, and the witch takes in one very deep breath, causing Sanne to quickly dart forward to snatch up the bottle from the witch’s hand. “Alright! Drinking it, now.”

The rogue slams the contents of the bottle down in front of Jess, seemingly without a care in the world for its bitter taste, or hot temperature. The only hint of discomfort, or even acknowledgement being a slightly gassy burp after she was done, and a blunt, “I… don’t feel any different?” She blinks, not quite recognizing the slight sensation of warmth radiating from her throat as anything out of the ordinary.

Jess pondered Sanne’s question for a moment. Truth be told, she didn’t have a lot of first hand experience with transformative potions. The witch had never actually tried drinking one of the things before, honest! And while she had sat down with people before as their potions ran their course, they were always much more minor affairs.

A bigger bust, a slightly wider hip, complete body hair removal, none of it could really hold a candle to replacing someone’s ears with a distinctly more feline model, and she still wasn’t sure what that would look like. Of course, logic, and some parts of the song supposes that the new ears would rightly seat themselves at the top of the head, but the recipe never actually said what would happen to the drinker’s more human ears, or what the change would actually feel like, or how long all of this would take. Really, if the witch she learned this recipe from didn’t have cat ears of her own, she would have never bothered to make it in the first place.

She eventually coughs, and noncommittally offers, “Just give it a bit of time,” while one of her hands reaches out to take the empty bottle from the rogue’s hand. “It could take hours before anything happens, days even.”

“Alright Jess, I trust you. I just hoped that it would have finished up before we went to sleep you know?” Sanne replied, while letting the bottle slip into the witch’s hand. She furrows her brow a little, as a slight itch makes its presence known on the side of her head.

“That would be pretty great, but it’s unlikely to happen. I’m good, but not that good. You can only do so much with what I’ve had to work with,” Jess opined, before she turned away to put the glass bottle safely in its place, and failed completely to notice her roommate’s hair starting to lengthen at the sides.

While Jess had her back turned, Sanne unconsciously moved a hand up to gently scratch the left side of her head, hoping to deal with the almost unbearable itch, and instead finding herself almost completely unable to pull her hand away. Not when every single stroking motion sent shivers running down her spine, and definitely not when that unbearable itch would return the moment she stopped. She shifts around in place, starting to quietly whine a little when the strange itch spreads to the right side of her head. The discomfort forced her to use both of her hands to stroke, brush and scratch the clumps of hair and repurposed skin that covered up the sensitive nerves of her new ears. The rogue’s predicament lasted unnoticed until her roommate finally stopped fiddling with her cauldron, and turned around to find a very alarming sight awaiting her.

“What? Sanne! Are you okay!?” Jess half spoke, half shouted. The sound of her voice causes the rogue to instinctively clasp her hands over the still itchy pair of fluffy cat ears slowly rising out of her head. Sanne’s still developing new ear canals working in tandem with her existing ear to warp Jess’s words into a disorienting mixture of overlapping sounds. Finding the rogue’s reaction to be nothing more than pained whimpering, and having the perspective needed to notice the actual cat ears noticeably beginning to poke out from underneath Sanne’s hands, Jess reacted as anyone of her profession would have. She came to a sudden stop before the rogue, performed a very quick once over to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary, and muttered something along the lines of, “Wait. That actually worked?”

Blinking in place for a moment, a smile quickly replaces the puzzled and concerned expression she had before, and with absolutely no fanfare or warning, Jess pumps her first into the air, and almost shouts out, “I meant… I knew it would work!”. The loud sound again caused her roommate to shift uncomfortably in place, and whine at her general direction.

“Oh, sorry,” Jess said, in a much quieter volume, before she took a few hesitant steps forward, and continued with, “Can I take a look at that?”. Her smile wavered a little as she waited for Sanne’s response, the witch feeling a little conscious about seeming too excited when the rogue was definitely not enjoying her experience so far.

After a while, Jess saw something that could have been a gentle nod, and decided that she couldn’t let something as trite as ‘personal space’ get in the way any longer. The witch grasping Sanne’s hand in hers to very gently try to pry it off her left ear. Her movements unintentionally cause her warm and gloved fingers to brush against its soft, fur coated surface, triggering an odd response in the rogue’s mind, and making her grip noticeably loosen a little.

“Come on, let go already! They won’t grow out if you keep crushing them like this!” Jess lied, making up whatever reasonable sounding lies she could think of. The wiley witch decides to also supplement her vague, medical sounding threats with a focused assault on the rogue’s sensitive ears. Her fingers brushing and scratching against the edges of Sanne’s new ears, each slight movement causing the poor rogue to let out little whines, and loosen her grip more and more. Until her hand finally slips off, and reveals what she was looking for.

A single pointed cat ear, covered from top to bottom in a soft if thin layer of black fur, and seemingly long enough to barely cover with the palm of her hand. They were twitching now, and pressed up too tightly against Sanne’s head to reveal much of the light brown skin on the other side. The rogue was obviously still experiencing some distress yes, but this was a good sign. A real cat instinctively flattens their ears on the sides of their head when they are frightened, and despite having grown them less than a minute ago Sanne had somehow figured out how to do the same on her own…. Of course she could have also accidentally crushed her growing ears flat while she was in pain earlier, which would be bad.

Still though, even if they were potentially malformed, Jess had to admit that her roommate looked kind of cute now that she had them. Which felt strange, there were many words she could describe her roommate with, courageous, sure, trustworthy despite her supposed profession, and she had to admit that the woman could be quite charming when she tried. But cute? ‘Cute’ was not a word she would ever use to describe h-the tiny bundle of alcoholism and shivs she was now sitting beside. Of course, she never thought she would be doing this either, slowly petting her friend’s head to try and calm her down, and trying desperately to avoid touching her warm and sensitive ears again.

‘Was this why she wanted them in the first place?’ she wondered, finding herself unable to stop a smile from forming on her face once more. ‘To make me see this side of her? But why would sh-’ the sudden movement of Sanne’s ear, and the embarrassment that followed cut that stray thought down where it stood. Leaving a suddenly very stone faced Jess to deal (read: Panic Internally) over Sanne’s potential reactions.

The witch simply sits there, practically immobilized as Sanne starts to sit up, and almost forces her defenses to slip when her soft ears and hair brush up against her still lingering hand for the brief moment before she yanks it away. Jess turned her face away the moment the rogue’s fluffy ears came into view, as the sight caused her face to feel a little warm for some reason, and she really didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already is.

The two of them sat next to each other, sharing a moment of silence as they tried to get their bearings. Jess by making her brain to think of every single possible shape the rogue’s new ears could take to try and force herself into getting used to it. And Sanne by simply running her hands against the soft, fur covered length. The rogue still not quite buying that the sensations her new ears gave her were real, even as her own body found herself intensely aware of their presence.

It took Sanne another moment to finally break the silence by quietly asking, “Jess, can you… see this? Do I?” She slowly turns her head to face Jess with a hint of excitement in her eyes, and the very word written in bold by the upraised and fully erect pair of cat ears adorning her head.

In response, Jess very slowly and carefully turns her head around, just enough to get Sanne at the very edge of her eyesight. Her eyes unconsciously open just a little wider before she coughs, and very gently says, “Yes.” She hesitates for a moment, but finally decides to quietly add, “They look really good on you.”

“You really think so?” Sanne asked, noticeably starting to lean in close enough to force Jess to further avert her gaze. She opens her mouth to try and say something, but thinks better of it/ Deciding to slowly nod in response instead. An awkward expression forming on her face as she continues to vainly struggle to contain her excitement.

Sanne smiles a little to herself as she presses the side of her head against Jess’s arm, her ears slowly titling a little more openly towards the witch as she lets out a soft sigh. “I’m glad; that you like them thi-” she trails off after realizing just what she was about to say, and takes another deep breath.

The two of them linger like this for a while; seemingly both unsure of what to do or say next, and neither wanting to ruin what they had in the moment. But eventually; Jess realized that she couldn’t awkwardly sit in place while her roommate leaned against her forever, and she let out another cough, but followed it up with words this time. “Well, I should; really go and bottle up the rest of tonight’s batch before it goes bad, so if you don’t mind…”

With great reluctance, and fully realizing that she would probably never get a chance like this again, the witch slowly tries to stand up, and gently nudge Sanne away. Only to find herself stopping in place once more when the rogue instead wraps a hand around her arm, and quietly asks, “Couldn’t you… stay a little longer?”

Jess froze up for another moment, as her mind leapt to a possible conclusion, ,and just as quickly retreated from it. Her roommate couldn’t possibly be asking her to do that after all, it’s a bit too forward, and they’ve only known each other for...two to three years now. In the end she coughed, and tried to deflect her question with another, “Sanne. Why did you ask me to make you this potion?” Sanne shifted around in place for a bit, before she took another deep breath, and said, “You… think I look cuter with them; don’t you?” Her ears slowly started to point away from each other as she waited for a response. In response, Jess swallowed the lump in her throat, and risked casting another glance at the rogue’s face, only to immediately regret it afterwards. It wasn’t because her roommate’s face had changed, or because her soft and pointed cat ears were slowly swaying back and forth as if she was inviting her to reach out and grab them. No, all of that was cute, (“and attractive” said a voice at the very back of her mind) but it was that smile, that embarrassed, unsure smile that was so brazenly displayed on her face right now, and that slight blush she was trying very badly to hide. It all made her want to do something she would regret.

Slowly sitting back down on the bed, and fully turning her head to look...in the general direction of Sanne’s eyes. Jess took another deep breath to steel her nerves, and slid her glove off of her right hand, before she raised it, and slowly moved it towards the rogue’s extremely inviting head. She opened her mouth as well to try and say something, but not quite managing to work up the courage to ask despite the situation.

In the end, it was up to Sanne to make the first move. The newly minted cat girl leaning in just a little closer to Jess’s outstretched hand, before she slowly tilts her head up. Her own eyes almost meet the witch’s for a moment, and cause her blush to deepen just a little, before she quietly says, “You, may…”

Jess shifted in place for a bit, starting to openly blush and smile awkwardly at Sanne as her hand moved in to slowly brush against her head. Just her fingers at first, stroking against the soft hair around the rogue’s ears in circling motions, that slowly slide just a little closer, and press down just a little more firmly with each pass. Until her fingers were finally scratching the base of her gently twitching ears, each stroke causing a lilting whine to leave Sanne’s lips, as she leaned in a little closer to Jess’s hand and body.

She felt her awkward smile start to widen a little as the rogue slowly blinked her eyes closed. She wasn’t even trying to hide her excitement anymore now, there just wasn’t a point anymore. Not when the slight rumble coming from Sanne’s throat, the way her ears seemed to curl around her hand as she stroked along its length, and the warm smile lingering on Sanne’s face all told her one thing. That her roommate was content, warm, and happy to be here with her… just as she was.

Sanne let out a content sigh as she gently nuzzled against Jess’s hand, and lowered herself bit by bit to her true destination. The rogue’s subtle movements went completely unnoticed until it was far too late for the witch to pull away, and prevent the right side of her head from pressing up against Jess’s soft and warm lap. Sanne continued to make that odd rumbling sound as she brushed back and forth against Jess’s thigh, seemingly in tune with the movement of her hand. It took a while before Jess could muster up the strength to pull her hand away, especially since the rogue’s head and newly flexible cat ears seemed to have an uncanny ability to home in and tease her back from the brink with their comforting warmth. But holding her roommate this close, feeling her melt against her touch, and hearing her let out slight whines and purring noises was a little. It was making her wonder…

Jess waited for Sanne to slowly come down from her head pat induced high before she spoke, partly because she wanted to hear a clear answer from the rogue, but mostly because she couldn’t work up the courage to say anything while the other woman slowly nuzzled against her lap. She coughed at first, the witch clearing a particularly large lump from her throat as the rogue slowly blinked her eyes open, and turned to look into her own. She could see Sanne’s lips curling a little as she prepared to say something, but in her haste, the witch ejaculated, “Why did you ask me to make this for you?”

Another moment of silence followed as the rogue very suddenly closed her open mouth, and let her guard slip just enough for Jess to notice the slight blush coloring her cheeks. The rogue furrows her brow a little as she tries to think of something to say in response, and seeming visibly hesitant as she ventures on to say, “Don’t; you think they look cute?”

Jess took a deep breath as her eyes took in every inch of Sanne’s fluffy ears. The witch admiring her handiwork one last time before she chances it, and rather awkwardly states, “I think they look... Cute, yes. But I, you were always pretty-” The witch trails off a little, and slowly shifts her gaze towards the nearby floor, as she waits for the other shoe to drop. Thankfully, it never did. The Witch instinctively winced a little when she heard Sanne start to laugh of course, but it didn’t take long before she noticed something. It wasn’t the sort of surprised, or even mocking laughter she had come to expect, but one of relief. She wasn’t the only one taking a chance tonight it seemed, just the one that’s easiest to read. “I could have just asked you out, couldn’t I?” Sanne eventually said, as Jess finally works up the courage to glance in her general direction.

“Y-yeah, probably…”

#yuri #writing #creative writing #short story #original fiction #original story #lgbtq #fantasy

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aplacetosharemyfics · 25 days ago

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Last Holiday: Jesse's Disvovery

People were talking. A lot of voices. Jesse’s head throbbed. She groaned. Had Peter left the radio on?

“She’s awake!”

Forcing her eyes open, she squinted at the bespectacled Indian gentleman who was leaning over her. He wasn’t familiar.

“Mrs Smith, Mrs Smith. Can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?”

Jesse tried to nod but that just made her head hurt more.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” the man asked, shoving his hand in Jesse’s face. “Is it one? Two or more?”

Sitting up, Jesse winced as her head throbbed painfully. Holding a hand to it, she found a bruise that twinged under her probing fingers.

“What happened?” she muttered.

“Oh, man.” The Indian man finally stepped away.

He was short and lanky, swimming in his white lab coat. A doctor. Fear rose up Jesse’s throat. She was in a hospital. Peter hated hospitals. Even when he’d cut his hand badly on a bottle he’d thrown, he’d refused to go. Jesse had had to patch it up as best as she could, and he was barely able to write for two weeks.

“I think we should do a CAT scan.”

“What?”

Another person butted into the conversation, their weaselly face obnoxiously familiar. Mr Adamian, the manager of the entire store, was not well liked amongst the employees due to his militant cost cutting schemes. He brushed his thinning hair out of his eyes, eyeing the other people waiting in the corridor.

“That’s a big-ticket number, isn’t it?” he asked, nervously. “I didn’t think we did that sort of thing around here.”

Jesse stopped listening. The two men would decide her future, there was nothing she could say to persuade them otherwise. Instead, she leaned back into the plastic chair and stared at the clock on the wall opposite. She was starting to feel hungry. Had she missed her lunch break? If the big hand was at the …

“Follow me,” the doctor interrupted her thoughts.

He’d obviously won his case and bustled proudly down the corridor with Jesse at his heels. As he walked, he talked. She was going to receive a CAT scan which would scan her brain for any damage caused by the bump she’d received. He then started using medical terms she couldn’t understand, and she let her mind wander again.

Would Peter know she’d been in the hospital? She was covered by her job’s HMO, so there shouldn’t be any charges. Would Mr Adamian dock her wages for the time lost?

“If you could lie down here?”

Jesse blinked. She was stood in front of a massive white machine that filled the entire room. The doctor indicated again towards the bed-like structure that poked out the front. Gathering her skirts, Jesse climbed on as gracefully as she could — it was a little too tall for her. The machine was surprisingly comfortable, ignoring the lights, and the sounds it made were nothing compared to the constant bustle of Kragen’s, or Peter’s snoring. All in all, she spent several blissful minutes as the machine beeped and whirred around her.

“What?” the doctor muttered.

Jesse lifted her head. He’d returned with the results, large black plastic sheets with an image of a head printed on them, staring at them with some confusion.

“No, this can’t be right.”

He tried turning the results upside down in case that helped. It didn’t.

“We’re just going to try one more time, Mrs Smith.”

This time, being scanned by the machine wasn’t blissful or relaxing. Jesse bit her lip, trying to stay calm as the machine whirred and beeped. Peter had often told her she was too stupid to function, an idiot who’d fail if he wasn’t at her side. Was that what the doctor had seen on those images? Would he tell Mr Adamian that she was too stupid to work at Kragen’s?

“This is not good.” The doctor returned with the second scan, clipping it to the wall alongside the first result. “This is not good at all.”

“What is?”

Jesse sat up, staring at the two images. She recognised the shape of the head and could assume the shape inside was the brain. But that was the limit of her knowledge. The doctor wrung his hands.

“Well, we’re looking at the results of a virus you have, Miss.”

“Virus?” Jesse asked, looking at the two images again, desperately searching for something wrong.

“I believe it to be Lampington’s disease. It’s very rare, and it’s very harmless … in most cases.”

Jesse swallowed. Her head started to throb again.

“In most cases?” she managed to ask.

“Well, I thought I’d misread the first scan, so I did the second scan. But that just confirmed it, you see?”

The weight of the world seemed to drop onto Jesse’s shoulders. What had she been worried about — that she was stupid? That she would no longer be able to work?

“Miss, I’m sorry to tell you … you see, in my opinion, it’s the kind that …”

Tears suddenly started rolling down Jesse’s face. The doctor panicked.

“Miss, please! This is very, very difficult for me. I’m just …” He paused, his face turning a shade of grey. “Oh, dear. I need to lie down.”

#last holiday 2006 #jesse's last holiday

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donald4spiderman · 4 years ago

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Sweating, And A Lesson On Self-Worth

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Summary: Spencer finds himself falling for his NAT (new agent training) defensive tactics coach.

Pairing: SR x Fem!Reader *described as petite to give the illusion of assumed vulnerability when IRL she’s a badass— no other specific physical details are mentioned*

Category: Fluff

TW: Mentions of body image, general CM talk, mentions of fighting/grappling/wrestling, small age gap (reader is 28 & reid is 22)

concept inspired by @sierraraeck’s fic “Bad Liar” about Morgan training Spencer. I love wrestling so I wanted to do one about a badass female combat coach/agent.

REBLOG!

When Spencer and the rest of the trainees are ushered into the fitness center on their second day at the academy, he almost shits himself. He’s well aware of the physical demands being in the FBI requires, and he’s been dreading the PFT (Physical Fitness Test) since he applied.

There are hundreds of men and women huddled in the middle of the room, anticipating the orientation, and Spencer feels his palms sweat before he’s even started working out. The majority of the trainees are football players, wrestling’s, and weight lifters— he can tell by their muscular build and general atmosphere of strength and confidence.

SSA Jesse Fallon introduces their defensive tactics coach for the next twenty weeks— a petite but athletic woman. She’s dressed in a gray t-shirt and flexible khaki pants— Spencer would be lying if he said she didn’t look gorgeous, even in the bland attire.

“I’m SSA and defensive tactics coach (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She introduces herself, giving a warm smile to the crowd. “I’ve been an SSA for five years and the head coach of this portion of the academy for two. This is my third official wave of trainees— and believe me— I won’t be going easy on any of you.”

Light laughter disperses through the crowd, and Spencer wears an uneasy look on his face.

“Today, I’ve prepped stations for each of you to cycle through for the next three hours. Agent Rivera is monitoring the weapon defense; Agent Glover is in charge of the takedowns; And I’ll be handling hand-to-hand combat and grappling. You’ll spend an hour at each station, run a mile at the end, and then you’re done for the day. Sound good?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Choruses through the crowd.

SSA (Y/N) clasps her hands together, “Alright, you know your groups. Split up!”

Spencer’s assigned to the takedown station first. Agent Glover’s criticisms are primarily nonconstructive, and Spencer struggles with apprehending and cuffing his more robust and much more muscular partner on the floor. He’s never trained this hard for anything in his life, physically, speaking. He’s half-dead within the first hour, and he dreads having to do this two more times.

His next stop is with Agent Rivera, who’s much kinder to Spencer than his prior. Reid is better at disarming his opponent, but his long limbs flail wildly due to his incoordination— he’s trying his best, but he sees the way everyone else giggles at him. It’s a blow to the chest that leaves him defeated more than any gunshot could.

The last hour is spent working at SSA (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s station. She commands the attention of the entire group so naturally, despite being considered a rookie, she has an intimidating amount of knowledge.

“How many of you are wrestlers or judokas?” About sixty percent of the group raises their hand, and Spencer scans around for who might have the strength to kill him with one blow.

“Good,” She smiles. “This will come naturally to you, then. Now, a head-and-arm throw most likely won’t work in the field— so, sorry, judokas. However, double legs, body locks, and blast-doubles are constantly used to take down an unsub with minimal injury to the agent. Even someone as short as me can use leverage to grapple and control a much taller person.” (Y/N) scans the crowd of trainees for a moment before pointing directly at Spencer.

“You, come here.” She commands, and Spencer waddles nervously up next to her on the mat. “This is...”

He’s confused for a moment before realizing she’s asking for his name. “S-Spencer Reid.”

“Hi, Spencer.” She smiles. “How tall are you?”

“Six foot two.”

“Spencer has the advantage of almost a whole foot of height against me. But, I can use his higher center of gravity to tip him over more easily. We do this a lot in wrestling— being low to the ground and agile is important.”

(Y/N) firmly plants her hands on Spencer’s shoulder, moving him so that he’s turned to the side. “This move is called a modified blast double— it prioritizes attacking the ankles and knees rather than the knees and abdomen.”

She leans in closer to Spencer, “Don’t post your wrist out when you fall.” She whispers in his ear, sending chills down his spine. “Keep your neck tucked too.” Her breath is warm and minty, and Spencer almost forgets that he has 30 other people watching him.

“I’m going to simulate an active attack with Spencer. Doing this move in a wrestling match is much more controlled than against a rogue criminal playing by their own rules. They might have a melee or close-range weapon like a knife or hammer on them, so it’s important to make this move when the best opportunity strikes.”

“Spencer’s going to run at me and attempt to land a punch to my face.” She gives him a nod, and he chambers over to her.

Swiftly crouching lower to the ground, she launches herself towards him, gripping the back of his ankles and pushing her shoulder into his knees, and suddenly he’s flying back onto the mat. She follows through, straddling Spencer’s hips and covering his movements with an arm under his neck.

He’s out of breath as he watches the beautiful SSA leaning above him. His head is slightly sore from the impact, but overall he feels... invigorated.

“You never let your opponent fall onto the ground without covering them. Straddling your opponent allows you to keep them down while having full use of your fists.” She swings her leg off of Spencer, standing up. She reaches a hand out and quickly yanks him up.

“Find someone and drill that move. I’m coming around to help all of you.”

She gives Spencer a firm pat on his back, to which he blushes furiously, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth.

Spencer spent the rest of the hour getting slammed onto the mat over and over by various men and women. His entire shirt is soaked, and his breathing is so labored he thinks he’s going to faint. SSA (Y/N) (Y/L/N) might have appeared at ease earlier in the day, but she wasn’t kidding when she promised she would work them to no end. Everyone was at the brink of death when they approached the last lap of their mile— Spencer at risk of passing out more than others.

The relief he feels after completing his tenth lap around the gym is euphoric. Trainees collapse onto the ground with exhaustion all around him.

“Great job today.” SSA (Y/N) compliments happily. “I appreciate all the effort you guys showed today. It better still be here in four months.” And with that, she excuses them, along with the agents monitoring each station.

Spencer’s one of the last agents to trickle out of the gym. His legs feel like jello when he walks, and his lungs burn.

He almost makes it past the threshold of the door before his name is called.

“Dr. Reid.” She beckons him over with a finger. “May I talk to you for a moment.”

Spencer nervously shuffles over. “Yes, SSA (Y/L/N)?”

“I applaud your effort at training today. I can tell you were working hard.” He blushes. “But I’ve been informed that the board is willing to wave all physical training requirements for your acceptance into the FBI.”

“Yeah... I-I uh figured they’d want me for my IQ only.” He jokes nervously, shrugging his shoulders. He knows it’s disrespectful not to look her in the eye, but she intimidates him too much.

She laughs, and it’s a sweet, joyful sound that Spencer can’t get enough of. She’s powerful and radiant— stealing attention from everyone else. “You’re charming, and your reputation precedes you.”

Charming? Since when has little Spencer Reid ever been charming? He smiles awkwardly, looking off to the side to hide his blush.

“You know, the forensics department wants their hands on the trainee with the chemistry doctorate, and the surveillance department wants the kid with eidetic memory, and word has it that you speak more than four languages, so everyone wants their fair share.”

“W-why are you telling me this?” Spencer asks, voice shy and barely above a whisper.

“Because,” she places a tender hand on his shoulder, “You need to carry yourself with more confidence, Spencer. I saw you— surrounded by all those athletes— it made you feel out of place. I get it.”

“How d-do you get it?”

“I was 23 years old when I became an SSA, surrounded by people two decades older than me. I felt like the office secretary— constantly getting pushed around by people I was afraid to upset. But the thing is, Spencer, you need to demand respect from other people. I’m not saying you need to be arrogant or be a bully, but you are one of— if not the most promising agent trainee— and you need to realize your self-worth.”

“I’m smart, I-I know that. But I’m not strong or athletic by any means.” He sighs, gripping the duffle bag slung across his shoulder tightly.

“That’s alright. You’re not going to be Kyle Dake overnight. But you can’t beat yourself up about it.” (Y/N) chuckles lightly.

Spencer thinks for a moment, “T-thank you... for uh saying all those nice things about me.”

“They're true.” She nods.

“I think I’ll continue with the defensive tactics training. I could um use it.” Its partially true, but he’s most inclined to stick around because of the kind and beautiful SSA that’ll be training him.

“Yay! That’s great, Spencer.” She cheers, wrapping him in a hug that’s a little too friendly to be professional. He accepts despite being drenched in sweat.

Her arms are wrapped tightly around Spencer, and she pats him on the back twice before pulling away like a proud mentor would. He can’t decide if (Y/N) would be a better girlfriend or a better teacher. If she would, he’d prefer for her to be both. He’d give her all he had to offer if she’d allow him.

He doesn’t recognize the smile that plays on her lips, and it’s a foreign feeling for the aggressive and focused SSA. She hasn’t felt something like this in a while, especially not for a nerdy trainee named Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Hit the showers.” She teases. “You stink.”

Spencer nods furiously, “Y-yeah, of course. Thank you, again, SSA—“

“Just call me (Y/N).”

“T-thank you, (Y/N).” He smiles, scurrying out of the gym and into the hallway as giddy as ever.

(Y/N) knows she can’t pursue this— at least, not right now. She’ll give it a few years to let him settle in the FBI (his acceptance is inevitable) if she can be patient for that long. All she knows is that eventually, she wants the awkwardly adorable boy to be hers— and she wants to be his.

i’m so proud of this fic but sry i got carried away talking about wrestling i love it sm

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barnesbabee · 3 years ago

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ - ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

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The King wasted no time. After getting you back, he immediately scheduled the coronation, as he couldn't wait to call you his Queen. The Castle was in a frenzy, the sound little frog feet slapping against the marble floors echoed in every division. Seonghwa refused to have the coronation in the same room where he got married, he didn't want to re-live the awful moment when his wife got stolen from him... So the maids and butlers found new decorations, moved the paintings and transformed another one of the King's dark and cold rooms into a place worthy of a welcoming party.

"Let's do it in the throne room. Place her throne by my right." He had said.

The tradition was for the throne to be moved in front of everyone present, so they could witness the changes and their new reality first hand, but Seonghwa was a little tired of following tradition.

You and him stood in the middle of the throne room, with every single maid and butler running around frantically, trying to get everything done on time. You looked on proudly, enjoying the way it was all coming along.

The excess of red and black was gone, it was now balanced with white and gold, and with the new paintings and lights giving the room a new life it looked like a completely new place. The blinds behind the throne were finally opened, revealing the most beautiful stained glass images. There were four people, who you assumed were Seonghwa's family.

You reminisced the first time you had come to that room, panting and confused, standing in the dark, cold room being judged by the merciless man Seonghwa once was. The contrast was almost unbelievable, but you were glad you had gotten this far.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure and a chin on your shoulder.

"I'll have it replaced. First, just the two of us, and then, once we have our little prince, or princess," he paused, caressing your stomach, where you'd carry your future child "I'll have it replaced once more, with a full picture of our family."

He kissed your cheek and you smiled.

"But Seonghwa, are you sure you wanna take down the picture of your family?" You questioned, feeling honoured yet a little wrong, replacing the original King and Queen.

He stood straight, and his cheerful expression was immediately replaced by one of pain and confusion, remembering all of the memories alongside those people.

"Why not? They have given me nothing but a lifetime of suffering, you have given me nothing but happiness and a chance of redemption. You deserve to be up there, immortalized, as a part of the new Royal family."

"Thank you..."

That was all you could say, as there were no words that could possibly describe how you felt.

One of the maids stole you away from your husband for a second, so you could change from the dirty, ripped-up wedding dress for the new ceremony. She helped you switch to a princess-style dress, all in red silk. The revealing heart-shaped neckline was covered with black lace, that extended all the way to your hands and wrapped around your index finger.

"You look lovely, Miss." The maid said as she fixed your hair.

You thanked her with a small smile and headed towards the throne room. Usually, it would be packed with people, but due to the previous altercation, the only people attending the coronation would be the castle staff, aside from the knights who were assigned to protect the castle during the event.

You carefully sat on the throne, feeling Seonghwa's eyes (or... eye) inspecting you. He leaned over, so he could whisper in your ear.

"You look marvelous in red."

He sat back straight in his throne and smiled at your shy expression. A tall man soon entered the room holding two boxes. He opened one of the boxes and slowly (and carefully) placed the crown on the King's head. It was exaggerated, yet classy and sophisticated like Seonghwa. You could tell it had been specially done for him.

"We shall now begin the coronation of Miss Y/N." The man announced.

He opened the box in front of you, revealing the most beautiful, victorian crown. It was made up of white gold and adorned with the most beautiful red and white stones.

"I hereby declare, by the powers given to me by His majesty Park Seonghwa, the new Queen of Wonderland, Queen Y/N."

The man slowly placed the crown on your head, and it was a perfect fit. He stepped away so the painter could see your smiling faces, as he immortalized the moment on a canvas.

The castle staff smiled and cheered for you, their new Queen.

"Bring her!" The King shouted, and the whole room froze.

The thought on everyone's mind was 'Who's her'.

The heavy doors to the room opened, and a chained woman, dressed in a black cape with her white, disheveled hair showing stepped in, with the help of two guards.

"Unchain her."

The guards obeyed the King, and unchained the woman, who rotated her wrists with a sigh of contentment.

"Finally, what do I owe the honour, Sir?"

The crowd in front of you looked on, petrified. Who the fuck was she?

"Undo the room." Seonghwa commanded.

"Hm there have been some changes, I see." The woman said, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

She looked at you, with her bright purple eyes, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes, there have. Now please do as I asked."

"Very well Sir."

The woman removed her black cape, revealing a small, crooked young-looking woman. She lifted her hands in the air, creating a small green fog in her hands, that she aimed at all beings in the room. The people, who were previously humanoid frogs, were turned back into their original form. Tears of happiness formed in everyone's eyes and cries of thankfulness echoed in the room. One maid approached you and knelt by your feet.

"Thank you... Thank you so much!"

You recognized the voice, it was the maid that had thanked you the other day for staying with Seonghwa, and the one that usually helped you dress. You smiled and held her hands.

"No need to kneel around me Miss, thank you for your hard work."

She bowed to you as she walked back to cheer with her peers.

Seonghwa stood up and held out his hand for you to take, and so you followed.

"Iracebeth, follow us. You two," the King said, looking at the two guards who had brought the witch "make sure everyone is gathered at the town center by the time we arrive."

The guards nodded and immediately headed out. Seonghwa took your arm and started walking with you, headed to the town center, you guessed.

You looked behind you to look at the witch, that stared at you with a sinister expression.

"Are you sure it's safe to bring her along, won't she like... curse you? You know, for keeping her locked up?" You whispered.

"Oh, no that won't be an issue."

You tilted your head to the side.

"How come?"

Seonghwa blushed, embarrassed to recall what he had done.

"Well, I tricked her into falling in love with me so I could get her to cast a spell on herself that would only allow her to cast the spells I request her to. I then locked her in the dungeon because I didn't want to deal with her constant crying and blabbering about how I tricked her, that's probably why she's looking at you like..." He glanced over at the witch "... like that."

You hit his arm.

"Park Seonghwa!"

"Ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I regret doing it but if I undo it now it could have severe consequences, not only for me but for you too. And we can't have that."

You sighed and nodded. It's true that it was cruel, but you didn't want any consequences headed your way, you'd had enough.

You stopped in front of a black and gold carriage, the one that would take you into town. Seonghwa helped you get on and then sat beside you. The witch rode in front of you, her creepy smile and envious eyes staring into your soul the whole ride. Seonghwa held your hand tightly, also feeling uneasy by her presence.

"We're here, Sir."

Seonghwa took a deep breath. You could tell he was nervous, as all of the people from the Kingdom looked at the carriage, expectantly. You kissed his cheek and held his hand tighter.

"It will be okay." You assured him.

Seonghwa smiled softly and exited the carriage, alongside you and the witch. The expressions of the people once they saw the witch were the same as back in the castle, and they braced for the worst.

The King said nothing, he only turned to the witch and said 'do it'.

Once more, she cast the spell, that supposedly returned them to what they once were, but it didn't go as planned. Some people returned to their original state, but the ones who had turned from animals to humans, not so much... Some had the luck of being completely turned back to who they were, others were left hybrids, mixes of animals and humans. You found Cheshire, still as a human, happily playing with his ears and tail, and Haiga, the Hare, jumping about with his hare feet about the return of his long ears. It didn't take much for those two to be happy. There was a mix of emotions among the crowd, however, some people that had married into families who were previously human, were happy they got some of their old life back and they would still be able to maintain their relationship, others were sad (and mad) that they would never be able to return to whom they once were.

"What happened!?" Seonghwa whisper-yelled to the witch.

"The curse has been cast for far too long, I wasn't able to undo it completely." She explained, ashamed of her own skills.

"People, I apologize," as soon as he spoke those words the commotion calmed down, and everyone seemed shocked. The King? Apologizing? "it seems the curse has gone on for too long and is irreversible in some cases. I ask that whoever has been affected attends the castle tomorrow so I can offer a proper compensation for all of the damages caused, that would be all."

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camslightstories · 4 years ago

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It's always going to be you

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Lena Luthor x reader

Taglist: @captain-josslett @multi-images

Request: Anonymous - “Reader x Lena. Angst with a happy ending. Lena & Reader have been dating on the down low for a while when James decides he wants Lena back, maybe reader walks in on James kissing Lena in her office and leaves assuming Lena is cheating”

Notes: This is my first request writing, so I hope you guys like it. Thank you so much for your support. You guys are great. Part 7 would probably be out on Monday since I have a shoot tomorrow. I hope you guys have a great day. I’m open to any suggestions, comments, feedbacks or request.

The smell of pancakes surrounded the kitchen. The sunlight was slowly coming in. As the cold of the penthouse hit you. The soft sound of the jazz coming from the speaker at the side of the stone. Barefoot on the floor, you did a small dance moving from the stone to the coffee maker, only to be caught by arms hugging from behind making you melt on the embrace.

“Good morning, Love” Lena commented as she kissed your head, tugging you closer, resting her hands in your stomach, under your shirt.

“Good Morning, honey” Turning around, you responded. Laying a small kiss on her lips, only to be pulled down for more, when you pulled away.

Both of you with only shirts and underwear on, after a long night, stood there embracing each other, until Lena’s A.I. spoke up “Ms. Y/L, if the pancakes are not turned over in 1 min exact, they would be burned”

Lena released a laugh that lit the apartment, making you pout as she did. Walking over to the stone you pulled away from her embrace, and she shocked her head walking to get coffee. After you moved the pancakes to a plate from the stone, she stole a kiss from you, erasing the pout and putting a smile on your face.

“You are incredible, you know that right?” She whispered in your lips as both of you pulled away.

You responded shaking your head as you gave her, the breakfast you had prepared. The blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes were placed carefully under a mix of berries accompanied by a small bowl of parfait on the side. “Bon appétit, nerd”

“Même amour” She claimed, giving you a small chaste kiss, before starting to eat.

The two of you spend the rest of the morning before going to work, giving small kisses, hugs, and affection as both of you did your things. You walked out of the door first, after receiving a call from Maggie, your boss, as she needed you on a scene. Lena leaves not long after, with the same happy expression on her face as you did.

The National City Police station was completely out of control, officers walking up and down asking questions and bringing multiple people for petty crimes. Maggie and the Captain taking cases while trying to figure out the incident of this morning. As they pressured you to get results of the scene as you worked as fast as you could.

Lena and you messaged through the day, every day when you started dating. Little check-ups on each other and small messages of affections were passed through the two of you. But today you hadn't had the chance to check your phone, and neither did it ring during the day. It worried you, taking you out of your head, Maggie dragged you out of your lab, as she spoke to you. Both of you shared a look before you were both rushing out on her police car. “There was an attack in LCorp”

Arriving at the LCorp building, to be met with the site of multiple police patrols surrounding the building. You guys entered to be met with multiple yellow bags on the floor and the lobby trashed.

Kara as Supergirl, Nia as Dreamer, Alex, and a tall black guy, all standing with your girlfriend talking. The two of you approached them, jogging and grabbing their attention.

You immediately looked at Lena, as you blurted out “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happen-”

“I’m fine, it was just in the lobby” Your girlfriend interrupted you, as she hugged you, pulling away too soon for both of your likings. But Lena wasn't a person of much PDA if you guys weren't with your closest friends, so you two kept your relationship on the low.

One of the officers went to move a body only to be stopped by Maggie’s shouting “Don't touch that”

You closed your eyes as you felt the yell in your ear. Kara, Nia, and Alex were about to laugh, while the tall guy observed you confused. Maggie returned her attention to the group speaking.“Supergirl, Dreamer can you walk me through what happens as Y/N does her thing”

“Yeah, sure” You nodded, before smiling at all of them with a small wave as you put the gloves on, Lena and you connecting glances, making you blush before walking away. While Kara and Nia responded.

Doing your work, as you collected evidence and examined the crime scene. Kara and Nia had left after briefing Maggie with what had happened. It had been a fight between two robbing gangs, only to be stopped by the police. After they had killed 5 people, three gangsters, and two securities, and left 12 others in the hospital.

Finishing your work, you glanced to where Lena was now standing alone with the same tall guy. He hasn’t left her side since you guys arrived. Maggie now stood beside you as you briefed her with the evidence of the scene, only to glance at Lena again when she walked into the elevator with Jess and the man. You said moving your head in her direction asking your brunette friend.“Who's that?”

“That's James Olsen and he is… I think that Lena should tell you that” Maggie responded as she patted your back, slightly pushing you towards the elevator. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the Latina confused as she simply shrugged before walking away with your box of evidence.

“Ohh, Okay” You murmured as you walked to the elevator. Grabbing your phone checking the time to be met with ‘5:30 pm’ on the top of it. You shocked your head as an idea came into your head.

Maybe you could make dinner at your apartment, and pack a few things to make a picnic with your girlfriend. Some Canelones of spinach and cheese, with a bottle of Lena’s favorite wine. Maybe a strawberry cheesecake for dessert.

After 5 months of dating your heart would burst every time you saw your girlfriend, Lena had won your trust, your love, your mind, everything. You would give her anything she wanted, she became your everything. You just wanted to burst it out but you were scared to saying ‘I love you’

The elevator stopped and you walked inside, going straight to Lena’s office. Jess was talking to one man, a scientist you could guess because of his white lab coat. You walked to the door only to be met with the sight of Lena almost sitting on the desk as the tall guy, James was in front of her. Both of them kissing.

Your heartbeat stopped. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your eyes became watery falls. Your legs and hands became paralyzed only to regain consciousness as you lowered your glance before walking away. In automatic mode you walked to the elevator, letting all of the feelings sink.

Your clouded mind made you lose focus, and work during the next few days. Days of crying and anger. Days you tried to work but failed, with work hours of more than 12 hours. Ignoring Lena at every cause. Even though you were ignoring her, the green-eyed woman wouldn't leave your thoughts.

Now standing in your apartment with bags and boxes of evidence and reports you had to fill out. With coffee in your hand and pizza in the other. Bags under your eyes and uncontrollable hair. You typed in your computer, as the results of the bullets came back. Only to be distraught by the sound on the door knocking remembering the coffee order takeout you had ordered a few minutes ago as your support.

Walking to the door you sighed waiting for the delivery person to give you, your precious order only to be met with the sight of your girlfriend, with your order in her hand and a confused and worried yet loving glance.

You sighed before speaking, with a cold tone, meeting her eyes as you walked inside grabbing the coffee you didn't finish. Lena looked into them, and all she saw confusion, sadness, anger, tiredness, and more. “Don't look at me like that”

Lena went to speak, only to be interrupted by you. “Darling, how-”

“Just cut the crap if you are going to break up with me” You exclaimed, while angry tears left your eyes. Lena looked at you shocked as she entered the apartment glancing around to see the mess it was.

“I never stood a chance did I?” You commented as you seated on the barstool, massaging your temples, not giving her a chance to speak.

You cracked out, with an ironic laugh. Making Lena walk up to you, with wide eyes and fidgeting hands. “I mean in what world would a CSI top a national photographer, who was an editor in chief in CatCo and was part-time a vigilante?”

Before anything else could happen, Lena cupped your face and kissed you fiercely. You melted into her and kissed back. You stood up and Lena grabbed your waist pulling you into her, your arms went instinctively to her neck as both of you lost each other's embrace.

Pulling away for necessary air, you leaned each other's forehead and connected your noses, sharing an Eskimo kiss as she whispered in your lips. “Why would I want anything else, if I have the love of my life right in front of me”

Before speaking again, she took a chaste kiss from you. “I don't want anyone else, Love”

“But I saw you kiss the tall dark guy, James!” You said standing up, walking away from her. Pain slashed through Lena’s eyes as you did as the memory of the last week came through her mind.

Flashback - 4 days ago

Lena was standing in the lobby of her company, glancing eventually where you stood working as the CSI of the National City Police. Paying little to no attention to what her ex was talking about.

The green-eyed woman's heart would beat faster every time, you would smile up to her or even look her way. She was love-struck by you and the last 5 months of dating you had made her a lovesick puppy, but she was more than okay about it since it was because of you.

The black-haired woman had been on an interview with Kara, Nia and as a consultant James over the next project, LCorp was going to launch in the next month. When the fight had happened, Kara and Nia rapidly had made action when they changed into their superheroes attire, but James had stood by her as a bodyguard, it made her somehow uncomfortable as he tried to protect her even though she wasn't the one who needed its protection.

Bringing her out of her thoughts, her ex-boyfriend claimed. “Lena, Lena, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, James. I am” Your girlfriend responded as she gave him a glance of annoyance which the tall man did not capture.

The photographer nodded and waited a few seconds before speaking up again, as he scratched his neck. “Can we talk in your office, Lena?. Is kind of important”

She looked at him, and over his shoulder saw you, distracted with Maggie working before she responded with a polite smile. “Sure, James”

“Jess, can you check on Mr. Hernandez report” Lena directed to her assistant, as the three of them walked to the elevator.

Standing now inside of the simple and beautiful white office, Lena listened as her ex-boyfriend spoke. “Well Lena, and if you want me to stay. I will, I will do everything to get you back”

But the truth was that the scientist's mind wasn't on the conversation, she was thinking about you. How to tell you she loves you. How to give you all the world. With now the idea of the perfect date, the green-eyed woman came to her senses as she saw the closeness between her and the vigilante.

Lena was about to speak only to be caught by her ex’s lips. She became paralyzed and pulled away after the shock felt of her.

Pulling away from James, before slapping him. As she exclaimed ”You do not have the right to do that, Mr. Olsen. Especially when I'm in a happy and healthy relationship with the love of my life. Now leave James, before I make security take you out and I filed a restraining order”

The tall guy looked at her in shock, before apologizing with tears in his eyes. Walking away immediately.

Lena grabbed the tissue on her table before cleaning her lips. Without taking you out of her mind. How would she explain this to you? Was she going to lose you?.

Flashback ends

“So you didn't kiss him?” You said, your voice coming out as a scare and quiet whisper as both of you sitting on the couch. Tears coming down.

Lena with tears in her eyes, and fidgeting hands. She responded by cupping your face as she cleaned your wet cheeks. “No, Love. I don't want to kiss anyone else but you”

Her heartbreaking at the side of you begins vulnerable. Almost immediately you made her stumble on the couch as you cuddled into her. Clinging into her not wanting to let go. Scared she might go away if you do.

“Don't ever leave me” Coming out as a murmur from you, after you calmed down. Now blankets on top of both of you.

Lena as a response only brought you closer to her before kissing you softly. “It's always going to be you, darling”

Both of you stayed in your embrace, as the time passed. Having small affections during the way. Kisses and sweet words were exchanged. Catching up with the last few days you both stayed.

“I love you” Lena whispered in your lips after a long kiss. Both of you entangled in the other, having an intimacy that not only happens in bed but when you two are together.

You stumbled and looked at her astonished by her confession. Your heart busting out of your chest as you were left without any words. Lena looked at you scared, now with a frightened glance of your reaction as she tried to pull away from you.

You noticed her change, and immediately kissed putting all your love in there. Melting in her embrace as she pulled you closer. After the breathtaking kiss, leaving you both without breath, panting looking at each other, you spoke softly as you left small kisses around her face. “I love you too”

Lena's reaction was to pull you into a caring kiss, just to be broken by both of your smiles as you both looked into each other's eyes. With eyes and hearts full of love the two of you claimed at the same time “I love you”

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #supergirl imagine

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thevoidfishsminstrel · 4 years ago

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Lena jumped and reached for the taser hidden under her desk as a red and blue blur came crashing through her balcony window, landing in the middle of her office in a pile of concrete and rucked up carpet.

She released her death grip on the taser and breathed out in relief at the realisation that this was not another surprise visit from one of her brother’s minions but rather National City’s resident superhero dropping in. (Literally).

This wasn’t quite how she imagined their first meeting but then when did her life ever go as expected.

Supergirl lay in the rubble, unmoving. Apart from her apparent lack of consciousness, she looked unharmed. Had Lena not just witnessed her crash through her very expensive wall, she might have thought the hero was simply taking a mid-fight power nap.

She gingerly stepped across the ditch that Supergirl’s landing had created in her floor and crouched down to assess the Super.

“Supergirl?” She briefly contemplated poking her to see if she responded but decided against it just in case it was taken as another Luthor attack.

Supergirl gasped and shot upright, almost giving Lena a heart attack in the process. She looked around in confusion for a moment before her eyes landed on Lena who had a hand clutched to her chest and was trying desperately not to curse like a sailor in front of National City’s golden girl.

Supergirl cleared her throat, standing and brushing building dust off herself. “Sorry about…” she gestured vaguely to the gaping hole now in the side of Lena’s office, “that. I’ll just…” She nodded towards the balcony and awkwardly went over to it, needlessly opening the door which now had no glass and half the frame missing.

Lena watched her stand tall, heroically raising her fists to the sky as she pushed off the ground and jumped less than two feet into the air. She stumbled and smacked into the balcony railing with an “oof”, doubling over and almost falling over the other side.

“Supergirl?!” Lena’s eyes widened and she rushed towards her as Supergirl slid to the floor with a groan.

The hero flopped over onto her back and lay on the balcony. “I think… I think I’m just going to lie here for a bit if that’s okay.”

She reached up and tapped at her ear a few times before removing what was presumably a communications device with a sigh and throwing it across the balcony.

“Sorry. I’ll clear that up in a bit.” She rolled her head to the side and looked through the balcony windows to the mess that had been Lena’s office. “...And that.” She looked up at Lena with a sheepish smile. “I don’t suppose you have a phone I could borrow?”

———

A few minutes later, Supergirl was sitting on Lena’s thankfully still intact couch, staring down at the dial numbers on Lena’s phone.

“You don’t know the number do you.” Lena had to stop herself from laughing at the way Supergirl threw her hands up with a grumpy pout, adorable crinkle between her eyebrows.

“Who remembers phone numbers anymore?!” She sighed and flopped back into the couch cushions, handing Lena her phone back with a halfhearted smile in thanks.

Lena got up and crossed her office, carefully stepping across the gulf in the middle and sitting down at her desk. “Well if you can give me a name, I may be able to find a number?”

Kara bit her lip, considering. She muttered something under her breath about being murdered and moved across the room to sit in the chair that still had all four legs on the other side of Lena’s desk. “Alex Danvers.”

Lena nodded and got to work hacking a few National City servers.

Supergirl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “You’re not um… this isn’t illegal, right?”

Lena glanced away from her screen to the hero for a moment and raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

———

It didn’t take long to find a number. Supergirl fidgeted in her seat the entire time and only stopped when Lena handed her phone back over and turned her screen around to show her the phone number of one Alex Danvers.

Supergirl lit up immediately and dialed the number.

Lena tried not to listen, she really did, but it was hard when Supergirl hadn’t even moved from the seat opposite her.

“Hey Alex, it’s K- …Supergirl.”

Lena bit her cheek to stop herself smiling and pulled up some work to pretend to do. She saw Supergirl grimace at whatever was being said out the corner of her eye.

“I know, I know. I’m fine - I just crashed into a building and solarflared. And my comms are broken. I may also need another phone. Can you get photos back from broken devices? Because I took a really cool picture of some birds earlier before I dropped my phone. …Those two things are totally unrelated.”

There was some faint complaining on the other end of the line and Lena discreetly pulled up the schematics for a prototype that could retrieve and restore data from practically any device.

“Um…” Supergirl not-so-subtly glanced towards Lena and angled herself slightly away. “Lena Luthor?”

Lena hoped this so-called solarflare affected all Supergirl’s powers or she would definitely have been able to hear the way Lena’s heart started thudding in her chest.

Supergirl’s crinkle returned and she loudly whispered down the phone in a way that made Lena understand why there were never any stories of Supergirl doing covert operations. “Alex! Will you stop it? She has been nothing but kind to me. If she wanted me dead, she would have tried it already - she knows I don’t have any of my powers right now.”

There was some more yelling on the phone.

“Well I think it would have been kinda hard to convince her I still had them after she saw me faceplant on her balcony.” There was silence for a moment and then Supergirl pouted at the sound of laughter. “Okay okay can you just come and get me now?”

———

It turned out that Alex could not in fact come and get Supergirl because whatever underground organisation she worked for (because it certainly wasn’t the def.B.I) were too busy chasing down the alien Supergirl had been fighting before she decided to visit Lena.

“I could get my driver to take you somewhere if you’d like?”

Supergirl shook her head. “Thanks but I wouldn’t be able to tell them the address. And Alex doesn’t like me wandering around without my powers.” She lifted her hand and almost poked herself in the eye before redirecting the movement to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear, a cute blush dusting her cheeks. “Would it be alright if I just stay here for a bit? I’ll be super quiet - you won’t even know I’m here.”

———

Despite all her abilities, super-quietness did not appear to be one of them.

Lena spent half an hour trying to continue working before she gave up, logging off her computer and turning to the Kryptonian currently hanging upside down on her couch and singing ABBA under her breath.

“I was just about to order some food. Would you like anything?”

Supergirl’s face lit up like an excited puppy and she fell off the couch in her eagerness to get up. She jumped to her feet, cape awkwardly twisted over her shoulder, and put her hands on her hips like nothing had happened. “Would I ever!”

Lena grinned and rounded her desk, picking up her phone to order. “What would you like?”

Apparently that was the wrong question to ask a Kryptonian because Lena spent the next half hour listening to Supergirl wax poetic about various fast foods before being coerced into ordering far too much food with absolutely no nutritional value and suffering through Jess’s alarmed and mildly concerned looks when said food arrived. She would certainly be recommending the company that soundproofed her office though if Jess still had no idea that there was a Super in there.

The coffee table was overflowing with Chinese takeout. Supergirl had skewered four potstickers on her chopsticks and ate them all in one go, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk, before Lena even sat down. She made a pleased hum and smiled at Lena like this was perfectly normal before impaling another four.

Lena smoothed out her skirt and delicately picked up her own food, using proper chopstick etiquette.

“So. Lena Luthor, huh?”

Lena raised an eyebrow. “Supergirl, huh?”

The Super considered her for a moment. “Kara Zor-El.” When Lena just frowned she added, “my name. Kara Zor-El.” At her continued look of shock and confusion, Kara shrugged and went back to eating like it was no big deal. “If you’re stuck with me for a bit and kind enough to feed me I figure you should at least get to call me something other than ‘Supergirl’.”

Lena rested her container of noodles on her knee and studied Kara. “Why do you trust me?”

Kara frowned. “Why would I not?”

“Because I’m a Luthor?”

Kara looked at her and for a terrifying moment Lena felt more seen than ever before. “Yes. You are. Lena Luthor. And as far as I know, Lena Luthor has done nothing to make me distrust her.”

Before Lena could even begin to form a response to that, Kara had picked up a new food container to start on and was telling her about a puppy she had seen earlier that week.

———

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true!” Kara turned to fully face her on the couch, flinging noodles around in her chopsticks as she talked. “It took me ages to learn to get the temperature just right - that’s the hardest bit really. Same with laservision - it took a lot of burnt popcorn before I could cook stuff with it. I use that all the time now though.”

Lena bit her lip to stop herself laughing at the image of Supergirl using her superpowers to make popcorn.

“Anyway - I swear I really did make it snow for Christmas one year. The weather reporters were so confused.”

Lena had to duck her head to hide the laugh trying to escape her. Kara was grinning dopily at her when she looked back up.

She raised an eyebrow. “I still don’t believe you.”

Kara’s jaw dropped and she made an affronted noise, dramatically standing, placing her food back on the coffee table, and putting her hands on her hips. She inhaled deeply and looked towards the ceiling, letting out a stream of freeze breath that drifted down in a flurry of snowflakes.

Lena laughed and stood, holding out her palms to catch some snow and watching it melt in her palms. Kara grinned smugly at the look of delight on Lena’s face.

It was at that moment that Jess walked through the door.

“Miss Luthor, there’s an Ale-” She cut herself off at the sight of her boss laughing with Supergirl in an office with a hole in the side of it, half the floor torn up, and more food than she had seen Lena eat in the past week piled up on the coffee table.

Lena cleared her throat, lowering her arms and putting back on her professional mask as though there weren’t snowflakes in her hair. “Yes Jess?”

Jess opened and closed her mouth a few times, eyes darting around the room, before she straightened up and looked back to Lena. “Alex Danvers is here. She says you’re expecting her?”

Lena nodded. “Yes. Thank you Jess. Please send her in.”

Jess left the room without another word and (presumably) Alex Danvers walked in. Her eyebrows rose as she took in the scene before her, eyes landing on a sheepish looking Supergirl.

Alex sighed and turned to Lena. “We’ll have a clean up crew with you as soon as possible, Miss Luthor.”

Lena shook her head, trying to bite back a smile as she saw Kara trying to nudge her carpet back over the dent in her floor with the toe of her boot. “No need, Ms Danvers. I’ve been wanting to renovate this office since I moved to National City anyway.”

Alex nodded and tried to subtly pull at Supergirl’s cape to get her to stop. She smiled politely. “We’ll leave you to your work then.”

She opened the office door and looked expectantly to Kara.

But before she left, Kara wrapped her ridiculously muscular arms around Lena and gave her a squeeze. It was like being hugged by a rock in a blanket and it was the best feeling Lena had ever experienced. Kara pulled back with a grin and a thank you before turning to Alex to follow her out.

It was only thanks to years of Luthor training that Lena managed to keep her composure. She definitely succeeded. She was sure of it. Alex’s smirk was entirely unrelated.

And if a woman who looked remarkably like Supergirl with glasses and a ponytail and was coincidentally also called Kara walked into her (newly redecorated) office behind Clark Kent a week later, who could blame her for making a few Supergirl jokes to make that cute blush appear. And for giving her her personal phone number. For future interviews, of course.

#supercorp #a ‘lotl writing

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horrorslashergirl · 5 years ago

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I would..... like to request Jason, Michael, and whoever else you want being able to see the outline of their dick while they fuck their S/O. When you have time

Slashers seeing the outline of their dick while they fuck their s/o

Warning: Very NSFW content. 18+

Jason Voorhees

It was a nice and warm summer night and the campgrounds were silent and no trace of anybody, which made you happy, knowing Jason would spend more time with you.

That’s how you were now with your masked lover in bed, your lips leaving kisses all over his hockey mask, his big hands tracing your skin lightly, afraid to hurt you. He was always so gentle.

When he did thrust inside you, you gasped, your fingers digging into his biceps. Even after so many times his girth still surprised you, telling him to wait a minute and he did, he always listened to you.

His eyes looked down from your pleasure indulged face to your abdomen, seeing a bulge forming under your soft skin. There was no surprise for him, he knew how big he was in comparison with you and he felt a surge of arousal pulsing in his lower abdomen as he saw how the outline of his length twitched inside you.

“J-Jason...” you whimpered his name, feeling his cock brush every sensitive spot inside you.

A guttural groan left his mouth from behind the mask as you called on to him, his hips moving away from you, his gaze looking as the bulge disappeared from your skin as he took it out from you, leaving just the head in.

Another whimper from you, another groan from him, then pushed back inside again, the outline appearing again.

He loved the sight.

Michael Myers

There was no surprise that Michael liked it rough, no questions asked and you took everything he gave you with enthusiasm, but tonight he was so slow and you saw curiosity flash in his dark eyes behind the white mask.

His hips stilled into yours, his cock balls deep inside you, not moving an inch, making you wonder if you did something wrong.

“Michael?” you asked in a quiet voice, his eyes looking down at the skin of your lower abdomen, his hand moving from beside your head to the outline of his length inside you, brushing it and giving a cautious squeeze, making your legs shook and you heard a faint ‘fuck’ from behind the creepy white mask.

It was the first time he noticed this and he could feel a more animalistic emotion hit his body, the need to dominate you more; the feeling familiar but much more intense.

“Y-You’re just too big.” you stated, blush on your cheeks.

His gaze moved up to you, his head moving to the side in a cute manner, his length twitching inside you, your bruised lips forming an ‘o’ shape.

Yes, he knew how big he was and he loved to easily he could overpower you, in every aspect.

His face moved down towards yours, masked lips brushed against your ear and hair.

“I’m gonna destroy you.” your eyes widened as his raspy voice hit your ears.

It was so rare to hear his voice, but when you did, a shiver of fear and arousal hit your nerves.

The Collector/Asa Emory

Your hands and legs trembled as his hips pistoned into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed into the bedroom you both shared, his faint groans music to your ears, knowing what you did to him.

His hands-on a bruising grip on the flesh of your hips, probably leaving purple marks in the morning, but you didn’t care as he hit your insides, your toes curling and arms almost falling down from the ecstasy that shakes your body.

Then everything stopped, his hips stilled, making you a confused mess that you almost hit your climax.

“W-What-” before you could finish your question, you felt his lips brush against your ear, shushing you.

His hands moved from your hips to your abdomen, fingertips brushing the prominent bulge his cock formed on your skin.

Your mind raced with thoughts of what Asa wanted to do, trying to turn your head and see him, only for one hand to leave your skin and fist your hair.

A warning growl hit your ears.

“Don’t move.” his command was simple and to the point, the hand that was still on your abdomen, gripped his length from your insides, making you let out a loud moan.

“That’s it.” his voice made you tremble along with his touches, a harsh grind from his body, making you gasp.

Oh, you knew he would take his time with you tonight.

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

You shouldn’t be surprised that your 6′7 tall lover was so endowed down there, but still, every time it made your eyes widen and wonder how you will take it, but every time you managed to take it, with a lot of foreplay and Jesses’ hand over your mouth to stifle your screams.

Now you were on your back, legs over Jesses’ broad shoulders with his length inside you, feeling much hotter thanks to him not warning you that he was about to finish, his load making you feel all tingly inside.

What surprised you was that he was still hard, his hand brushing the outline on your abdomen, giving a squeeze here and there is a teasing manner.

“How are you still hard?” you asked him, your breath uneven from the intense workout he put you trough.

He just shrugged, giving you a smug smirk, proud of his manliness.

“Come on, Jesse...I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow.” you whined, only for him to grind on your sweat covered body, making you moan, your fingernails digging into his forearms.

His tattooed arms wrapped around your body, pulling you flush against him, his body relaxing into yours, making your eyes widen.

“D-Don’t tell me that you want to sleep like this.” you said, hoping the answer would be a negative one.

He moved his head, coming face to face with you, only to kiss the tip of your nose, giving you the answer.

Brahms Heelshire

If there was something Brahms loved was to be as close to you as possible, not leaving you an inch of space, so you agreed that if you would spend tonight with him, he will have to give you three days just to yourself. With some persuasion, he agreed.

Now you were with him between your legs, giving slow thrusts inside you, your hands gripping the sheets under your bodies.

The eyes behind the mask, looking down your body as his length moved in and out of your heat, the outline of it appearing as he moved inside, his eyes full of curiosity and wonder.

Despite the fact that he was a fully grown man he still had that childlike wonder, always curious about everything and the image of you full of him made his chest rumble with pride.

“Brahms.” you moaned out his name, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, your bodies brushing into each other, the smell of hot sex in the room making you both dizzy with arousal.

“You make me feel so good.” you praised him, knowing how much he loved to hear it, it made him feel loved and wanted, something that he longed for so many years of loneliness.

His hands cupped your face, his masked forehead resting on yours as your eyes locked on each other.

“I love you.” he said in his man voice, your arms wrapping around his body, your hips brushing his earlobe.

“I love you too, Brahms.”

Vincent Sinclair

Lips in a messy kiss, your hands gripped Vincents’ jet black locks of hair, pulling him closer over you, your hips rotating into his, hearing a quiet whimper coming from his throat, your inner muscles squeezing around his shaft.

“You’re so so handsome, Vinny.” you murmured into the kiss, his hands on your buttcheeks giving a squeeze to each one, trying to pull you more into him if that was possible.

Vincent got up, pulling you with him, your first instinct was to wrap your legs around his waist, your body now onto his lap as he was standing in a sitting position, his cock still inside you.

Your lips brushed against his face, a silent form of showing him how much you adored every part of his being, always assuring him that he was beautiful in your eyes.

Feeling his fingertips brush against the slight bulge in your lower abdomen your eyes looked down as does his, a smirk forming on your face.

“Well, aren’t you a big boy.” you whispered in his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe, more whimpers coming from him.

His hips continued to grind into yours, never pulling out, the head of his cock brushing over and over again on your cervix.

“Right there, Vincent. Ohhh yes, baby.” you moaned, praised him with sweet words, your fingernails running up and down his back, occasionally playing with his soft hair that cascaded down his back.

How you loved these kinds of mornings.

Bo Sinclair

“That’s it, babydoll...Take it all.” his words made another wave of wetness coat his cock, his hands gripping your hips as he moved your body on his length.

Your back scrapping against the kitchen table, Bos’ eyes looking appreciatively over your sweat covered body, a smirk on his freshly shaved face.

“Bo...” you whimpered, your hands gripping the edge of the table.

He groaned, throwing his head back, his hair swiped back, semi-wet from the shower you both took 30 minutes ago.

Another deep thrust and he stilled inside you, still not finished, making you look up at him with a quizzical look on your blushing face. His index finger brushed down your sternum, between your breasts and stopping at the bulge on your skin, all because of him, the outline of his cock, making feel so aroused.

“I just love this look on you, sweetcheeks. So full of me.” he said, giving a shallow grind on your heat, making you whimper as the head of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot.

You bite your lip at his words and felt his hand grip your chin.

“Now, now. You know what that does to me, doll.” he murmured, pulling your lower lip with his own teeth, sucking on it as his eyes bored into yours, making you shiver on the cold table.

You only hoped that Vincent or Lester wouldn’t come home too early.

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devine-star · 4 years ago

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Left For Dead

Fandom: The Last Of Us 2

Jesse x Male Reader!

Warnings: F slur is used, Homophobic character.

Nothing else! Enjoy!

Y/n rolled over groaning at the sound of knocking at the door "wake up lazy!" a kid's voice called. "Im comin..." he grumbled getting out of bed and opening the door to see the 13 year old girl smiling at him "We're on kitchen duty today Bugs!"

Y/n smiled at the nickname and ruffled her short hair "alright kid, let me get dressed." he closed the door and rubbed his eyes as he walked over to the closet; grabbing a pair of jeans, socks, a t-shirt and his jacket that was resting on the chair.

After a quick look over in the mirror, he headed outside to see June playing in the dirt "Come on ya rat," he said playfully causing her to jump up with a smile.

The walkthrough town was filled with greeting from everyone and chatter with June. "Look," she nudged Y/n "there's your boyfriend" she sang teasingly as she pointed to Jesse who was in a tank top and jeans helping unload some logs from a truck.

Y/n blushed and gently shoved the girl "shut up! He isn't my boyfriend" "You wish he was thouuuugh" she sang pushing her way into the cafeteria.

Y/n let their eyes linger on Jesse's arms and the sweat dripping down his back in the summer heat before blushing harder and making his way inside.

"Bugs!" Seth greeted as Y/n walked into the kitchen "sup boss," he replied with a smile as he grabbed an apron off the hook and slid it over his head tying behind his back.

"Here, cut up these vegetables for me," Seth stepped away from the cutting board and bell peppers and other various vegetables "hey! I could do that!" June said happily.

"Not yet kid," Seth gruffed as he patted her on the shoulder "you're gonna wash the fruits and vegetables as they come in," June pouted "You always get the fun stuff," she hit Y/n's shoulder gently before stomping over to the sink.

In the midst of cutting and cooking the vegetables, Y/n got hot. He slid his jacket off and tossed it to the side before getting back to work; "hey Junnie! Turn some music on will ya?" he said over his shoulder.

After a while, Y/n began dancing a bit while he cut the vegetables and singing to himself. He pushed aside the carrots and grabbed some tomatoes and began cutting but soon stopped with a loud curse "fuck!" he held his finger close to his chest while hissing in pain, he cut himself.

"You always do that," a familiar voice came from behind him, he turned around and saw a very sweaty Jesse.

"Let me see," he said coming closer and holding out his hands, Y/n slowly placed his hurt hand into the hands of his crush with a slight blush.

He then followed Jesse over to the sink and watched as Jesse cleaned his wound with a focus on his face. "I could have cleaned it.." Y/n said softly looking down at the small slice in his finger.

"Yeah but you probably would have hurt yourself, even more, God of Destruction," he teased with a smirk before grabbing a clean stray towel and drying Y/n's hand.

"I am not THAT clumsy," he argued looking down at his hand once Jesse let go of it, "You aren't allowed on runs because Marie is scared you'll DIE" he laughed a bit before plucking up a carrot and popping it into his mouth.

"Hey! Your hands are dirty! Stop!" Y/n said taking the towel from his apron and slapping Jesse on the shoulder a few times. Jesse laughed and raised his hands "Alright alright," he chuckled shaking his head a bit.

"Oh hey, Jesse!" June said popping her head up over the ordering window with a goofy smile "Sup Junnie," he greeted with a wave.

Seth looked through the door "If you aren't assigned here son, ya gotta go," he scolded nodding his head towards the door.

"Fine fine, I'm out." Jesse turned to leave before turning back and winking at Y/n "See you at the bonfire tonight," Y/n blushed and went back to work after putting a bandaid on his finger, his mind running with possibilities of how the bonfire could go.

Later that night, Y/n was leaning against a building, beer in hand, watching the kids run around and the adults all laugh and have fun. "You wanna play tag with us Bugs?" June asked running up to him with a group of kids behind her "Nah you go ahead this time Junnie," he waved off causing her to shrug and run off after slapping a boy called Ian "Tag!"

About 2 hours into the bonfire, Y/n hadn't seen Jesse not one bit he asked around a few times and no one has seen him. Anxiety grew slightly as he realized Jesse was out on the River Route; He was careful but there was always a chance.

Y/n had made his way closer to the fire and was sitting on a bucket bitting his thumb as he stared into the fire with nothing but bad thoughts running through his head. Nothing but images of Jesse being bitten and him turning into a runner or a clicker...

"Fuck!" Y/n called out of fear as a hand was slapped on his shoulder scaring the shit out of him. He snapped his head up and there stood Jesse, hands on his hips with a smirk "Hey Buggie" he said

Y/n jumped up and hugged him tightly "my anxiety.." he mumbled as he buried his face in Jesse's neck.

"Woah...Woah.." Jesse chuckled a bit hugging Y/n tightly before frowning as he felt his neck get wet "A-are you crying?" he pulled away and looked at Y/n with shock "Hey..Hey, I'm okay!" he said calmly with a smile before glancing around "let's get you outta here...Too many people for your anxiety,"

Y/n stumbled his way out of the bonfire, his vision going blurry and black every now and then as a full-blown anxiety attack racked his body. He didn't know where Jesse was taking him or what Jesse was trying to say to calm him down all he knew was that it was hard to breathe and felt like the summer heat was suffocating him.

Y/n was pulled into a building and sat on a couch, the sound of an A/C turning on was noted in his mind as he began tearing his clothes off himself. First his jacket, then his shirt and as he began to remove his pants, two hands stopped him "stop, stop, you dont need to take everything off," Jesse said calmly.

He sat next to Y/n before kind of laying against the side of the couch and pulling Y/n into his chest and pressing his head against his chest.

Y/n gripped onto Jesse as hard as he could as he tried to even his breathing, and focus on Jesse playing with his head and humming softly to him.

About an hour passed before Y/n was calm enough to stop crying and to breathe evenly with small little huffs every now and then.

"What caused that..." Jesse asked softly looking down at him with worry in his eyes. "I thought...I thought you were dead...or got bitten.." he explained closing his eyes tightly "my mind wouldn't stop playing the image of you being bitten and turning and-and" he began shaking his head as tears returned.

"Hey! Stop!" Jesse sat up and held Y/n's head in his hands "look at me, look at me in my eyes!" Y/n opened his eyes slowly before looking up at Jesse, his eyes meeting and seeing nothing but fear and worry reflect back at him.

"I'm okay! Not bitten, I'm here with you!" Jesse said sternly as he gently rubbed his thumbs over Y/n's cheeks. "I'm here with you.." he said softer this time with a gentle smile.

Y/n took a stuttering breath and sighed before smiling gently. "I..I'm sorry," he mumbled searching Jesse's face for any sort of annoyance.

"It's okay, You're one of my best friends, I..I would have reacted the same way.." Jesse said finally letting go of Y/n's face once he realized how close their faces were.

Y/n leaned back trying to ignore the blush that was on his face before taking notice of the one on Jesse's and choosing to ignore it.

"Yeah...We gotta look out for each other.." Y/n mumbled wiping away a fear stray tears before looking towards the clock on his bedside "it's midnight," he noted out loud "Don't you have patrol tomorrow?"

He looked back at Jesse to find him already staring at him when he didn't answer right away, Y/n snapped his fingers "hey," Jesse jumped a bit and blinked a few times "huh?" he looked towards the clock "oh, yeah I do...That's another reason I came to find you tonight."

Y/n narrowed his brows and tilted his head a bit "What?" "Maria wants you to go on route tomorrow with Thomas," he said scratching the back of his neck before sighing "She wouldn't allow you to come with me, says we'd be too distracted..."

Y/n nodded a bit "Oh..Okay.." he slowly stood and stretched his muscles "Thanks for letting me know," "You arent scared?" Jesse asked standing up.

"No, Before I came here, I dealt with millions of those fuckers" Y/n said with a shrug "I'm a good shot," he shook his head a bit before looking over at Jesse. "I may be a bit rusty, but I'll do it," he crossed his arms.

Jesse walked closer and placed his hands on Y/n's shoulders "be careful...I.." he stopped before looking away "care about you," he finished patting Y/n's shoulders and heading out the door.

Y/n couldn't stop his heart as his heart fluttered as Jesse walked out the door, "he cares for me..." he mumbled with a small smile, he hadn't heard Jesse say that much but every time he doe, it drives him crazy.

The next morning Y/n wiped the sweat from his brow as he made his way to the stables, it was early but still, it was hot already. "Morning Bugs"

He looked over his shoulder as June came jogging down the street after him, he slowed a bit so she could catch up. "Hey June," he said sleepily "What are you doing up so early?" She asked.

"I could ask you the same thing kid," he gently bumped shoulders with the surprisingly tall girl. "I got called for stable duty, you?" "Im on route duty,"

June burst into laughter before hitting his shoulder "No! Seriously!" "I was! Why do you think I have my pack with me?" He asked jutting a thumb over his shoulder to the pack on his back.

June stopped with a look of fear "Youre serious?"

For as long as the two have known each other, Y/n hadn't been called for Route duty, but now that he has; June was scared.

"Don't worry JuneBug, We're the two Bugs! can't be separated!" He ruffled her hair as they approached the stables to see all the routes people there.

"Hey Y/n," Thomas said gruffly, he was a man in his mid-30s, never really liked Y/n. "Hey, I'm your route partner today!" he said trying to sound cheerful, "So I've been told," he said rolling his eyes "Pat's in there," he nodded his head towards the stable.

"Wow, grumpy," June said following Y/n into the stables "Yeah, ever since we met he hasn't liked me," Y/n shrugged "Just always tried to be nice but, guess he isn't willing to do the same."

Y/n smiled as Pat came into view, his horse he saved from infected a long time ago. "Hey girl!" he said happily as she snorted and stomped feet at the sight of her owner.

Once everyone was gathered at the gate Jesse began his briefing "Follow your routes, take out infected if you come into contact with anything you can't handle," he glanced Y/n's way "come back,"

The gates opened and everyone was off their own ways, Jesse glancing over his over to catch a glimpse of Y/n trying to make conversation with Thomas as they left "be safe Buggie..." he mumbled before heading off.

Pat clipped and clopped as she walked through the river with Y/n on her back, he wiped sweat from his face with a rag as him and Thomas road into the city.

The sound of infected coming from a nearby building caught his attention "Tom," he called holding out a hand then bringing a finger to his lips. He dismounted his horse and made his way towards a grocery store and peering into a boarded window "infected inside," he mumbled looking back at Thomas.

He stepped back and sighed "Let's get in the-" "You don't call me that," Y/n looked back at Thomas confused "what?" "You call me Thomas, I ain't Tom to you," he glared "Oh okay, sorry, I just figured-" "Figured you could use it cause Tommy lets you call him that?" he rolled his eyes "Call me Thomas or nothin at all,"

Y/n nodded before shaking his head and beginning to search for a way in, "Thomas, over here," he called before pulling himself into a broken window and jumping inside.

He quickly hid behind an overturned vending machine as he heard the infected. Thomas hopped in and hid next to him before he moved to take out a nearby infected.

Y/n did the same taking out the knife Jesse gave him and attacking a clicker from behind. Once done he noticed a half-open door, "over here," he said moving towards it and climbing under it and shimmying through.

He noticed all the infected in the room and quickly turned back and quietly said "come on Thomas, Ill lift this and you crawl through."

But he didn't see Thomas behind him "Thomas?" he whisper-yelled. He then had to quickly move out of the way as he saw a makeshift noise bomb come through the whole. He stumbled to the side as fear raised in his chest "Thomas!" He yelled in surprise.

The bomb went off alerting all the infected of Y/n's position "Good luck getting out faggot!" Thomas yelled laughing before covering the door with the vending machine.

"No! Help me!" Y/n yelled in fear before he began to fight off the infected. This had to be a whole hoard lured into the grocery store by someone or something.

"Fuck!" He cried as he pulled out his gun and began shooting infected one by one, soon running out of bullets. He took out his knife and ran, hiding every now and then.

He let out a loud yell as he was attacked from behind, he stumbled, fell before reaching around and pushing off the infected and stabbing it on the throat.

Y/n fought for his life for around 2 hours before collapsing exhausted.

The silence in the room rung his ears, pain from scratches after being thrown to the ground and shoved against shelves. And he had even accidentally cut his own hand trying to stab an infected in the throat.

Tears streamed his face as he stumbled around collecting what little supplies there was before pushing open a door revealing what looked to be a worn-down hold-up area. It had a bed and a few crates of stuff.

He collapsed onto the bed and groaned in pain, 'why would Thomas do that?' he thought to himself. The last words were spoken to him ringing in his head before he finally caught what the last word was "faggot" Thomas hated him because he was...bi? Gay? Hell y/n didn't know what he was...

But before he could contemplate what his sexuality was, blackness overcomes his senses and he passed out.

Thomas climbed back out of the building hear Y/n scream for help, ignoring it he made his way back over to the horses and unclipped Pat's saddle and pulling it off "get outta!" he called spooking the horse and it ran a few feet before looking back, she didn't wanna leave without Y/n.

Thomas rolled his eyes at the white and black spotted horse before hiding the saddle in the trunk of an abandoned car and sighing.

He then took his knife out and began ripping his own clothes and wincing as he cut himself up and smeared blood all over himself, "that'll do," he grumbled climbing on his horse and heading off towards Jackson once again.

Once he got close to Jackson, he started fake crying, if he wanted people to buy the fact that he and Y/n were actually attacked by a hoard; he had to fake it well.

Once at the Eastside gate he started yelling to open the gate, once inside he got off his horse while fake crying "Y/n was mauled!" he cried out catching Jesse's attention from the stables.

Jesse ran from the stables over to Thomas "What? What happened?!" Thomas looked at him and clung to him "I tried to save him, Jesse! The hoard! I couldn't save him or his body!" he cried.

Jesse pushed off Thomas as he felt his heartbreak "You said you would keep him safe!" he yelled as tears began to run down his face. "I tried!" Thomas yelled back, obviously lying.

"I have to go get him!" Jesse cried rushing to his horse "Jesse stop!" it was Tommy and Maire "he's dead meat out there!" Tommy grabbed Jesse before he could get onto his horse and held him back.

"What's going on? Where's Y/n?" Jesse looked over to see June "June.." he said softly "No...You're lying!" she cried, immediately knowing what was happening. Jesse pulled his arms from Tommy and made his way to June, pulling her into a tight hug "Im sorry June... it was a hoard.." she pushed him away.

"Y/n was a good shot! Always careful! Something must have happened!"

Later that night Jesse sat on the porch of Y/n's house, he was flipping through his sketchbook with tears in his eyes. Something must have happened...Y/n was always careful, he may have been one clumsy son of a bitch but he was careful whenever outside the gates...

Determination filled Jesse's body, he stood grabbing his bag and slinging it on his shoulders and storming off to the stables, he was going to get Y/n.

When Y/n woke it was dark outside, his body was on fire as he slowly sat up. Memories of what happened flooded back and he sighed before standing. But his legs didn't hold him up, he fell to the ground of pain filled his stomach; hunger.

Y/n didn't eat that morning or the night before and Thomas had the route food. He looked around and got on his hands and knees he didn't know what to do...

Jesse gripped the reins of his horse as he looked back and forth with his flashlight, he didn't see or hear any infected. If there were a hoard he would have heard them by now.

He stopped and jumped out of fear as he saw a flash of black and white run across the road by the grocery store up the road. He looked around with the flashlight before slowly moving forward and dismounting his horse once close enough.

He slowly made his way closer to the grocery store then yelled in fear as the white and black spotted horse reared its legs and whined loudly "Pat!" he yelled "Woah girl! Woah Girl!" he called out calming her down and whistling for his horse to come closer.

"What are you doing girl? Where is your saddle?" he asked eyeing the horse who whined and scratched the ground with her head looking towards the boarded-up store.

Jesse looked at her then back at the store and nodded a bit patting her nose gently.

He then climbed inside the same window Y/n had and quietly listened, he heard a body fall to the ground with a thud and moan; infected. He searched the room he was in the noticed the vending machine in front of the door; he pushed it out of the way as quietly as possible and noticed the opening.

Crawling through the opening was kind of hard, once through he pushed the cabinet out of the way and opened the door fully in case he needed a quick escape.

The flashlight shown across the room showed nothing but dead bodies, no live ones. He then noticed an open door on the other side of the room, 'clear it and look for supplies' he thought to himself.

Once inside the room he noticed it was an old holdup, he looked around the room; empty. He walked further into the room then gasped as someone attacked him from behind "hey!" he called out struggling with the person.

Y/n was flipped over the shoulders of the intruder and had a gun pointed at their face. They used one hand to shield the light from the flashlight attached to the person's backpack "Please dont.." he whimpered.

"Y/n?!" he looked closer after the light was turned down "Jesse?" he asked hopefully hoping this wasn't some pain and hunger-induced hallucination.

"You're alive!" Jesse cried pulling him close and hugging him for dear life.

Y/n hugged back tears coming down in streams "you came for me," he whimpered "of course I did, when Thomas came back all cut up and fake crying, I knew something happened..." he said pulling away and holding Y/n's face in his hands again.

"He did this.."Y/n whispered closing his eyes and leaning into his touch "what?" "Once I got through the door to clear the infected, he threw a noise bomb, told me 'good luck getting out faggot' and he ran," Y/n said sobbing softly.

Jesse's anger was almost overflowing but for now, he needed to get Y/n back to Jackson. "Think you can walk? Pat is still outside," Y/n nodded and they slowly made their way outside.

"Where is her saddle?" Y/n asked leaning against Jesse for support. "I don't know, but you can ride with me, I'll lead her back home."

The arrival back to Jackson was filled with rushing to get Y/n medical attention and yelling. Jesse waving a gun in Thomas' face yelling at him for leaving Y/n the way he did.

Once things calmed down, Jesse visited Y/n at home, his injuries weren't serious so he was fed and sent home.

Jesse knocked on the door, that next morning. A soft "come in," prompted him to open the door and peek his head in before going in.

"How you doin Bug?" he asked sitting next to Y/n on the bed. "I'm okay, better now that I'm fed," he chuckled setting down the book he was reading and looking over at Jesse.

"Thomas is being kicked from the town," Jesse said flat out "I.."Y/n looked away with his eyebrows crunched "because of me?"

"Hey, he left you to die," Jesse used his hand to bring Y/n's face to look at him "He might as well have murdered you himself, that goes against all our town rules and morals Y/n"

Y/n nodded gently and sighed looking up at Jesse "Thank you.." he whispered "For looking for me," Jesse smiled a bit and shrugged "I couldn't leave you to die, I.." he bit his lip and looked away.

Y/n felt annoyance fill him, he shifted until he sat up "you what?" he said, he's tired of Jesse doing this "Care for you," he said looking back.

"You always do that..." he said shaking his head and picking up his book again "do what?"

Y/n looked at him before dropping the book back onto the bed and getting out of it limping away from Jesse "You always go 'I...care about you,' like you don't mean it or something, it annoying"

"I do care for you!" Jesse argued, standing and following behind him "Then prove it!" Y/n said turning around and throwing his hands in the air "I just saved your life!" Jesse shouted moving closer.

"That's...that not what I meant.." Y/n said with a cold laugh and crossed his arms leaning against his desk.

"After all these years Jesse...After years of flirting with you..you still don't get it, do you?" Jesse furrowed his brow and crossed his arms and slowly moved forward.

"What do you mean?" he asked stopping in front of Y/n, who refused to look at him. "Look at me," Y/n refused "Look at me" Jesse grabbed Y/n's chin and made him look up and in his eyes.

Y/n couldn't help himself, he lunged forward pressing his lips against Jesse's and wrapping his arms around his neck. He poured his heart and soul out into that kiss hoping that Jesse would understand what he was trying to say.

He slowly pulled away and stared at Jesse's shocked face "Get it now?" his voice was soft and filled with anxiety, hoping he didn't just ruin a wonderful friendship.

Jesse nodded before leaning over and capturing Y/n's lips in another kiss, this time it was fast and needy. Teeth clashed and hands were in hair, Jesse lifted Y/n up onto the desk and moved closer to him, soft grunts leaving the two men in the process.

A knock on the door interrupted them. They pulled away panting for air "Y/n!!" a voice yelled from outside the door, June.

Jesse stepped away and Y/n stepped off the desk, he then limped over to the door and opened it.

June lunged at him hugging him tightly causing him to fall to the floor unexpectedly. "Woah! June!" Y/n laughed and Jesse rushed forward and pulled June off of Y/n "Careful June, he's still sore,"

June looked towards Jesse then back at Y/n, noting their messy hair and flushed faces "And what were you two doing in here?" She giggled smirking a bit "Shut up," Jesse blushed and playfully kicked her from her spot on the floor.

#jesse tlou #The last of us Jesse #TLOU #TLOU Jesse x reader #x male reader #requests open #The last of us 2

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The Last Night Part XXIV

Parts I-XXII:

Here is Part I

Here is Part II

Here is Part III

Here is Part IV

Here is Part V

Here is Part VI

Here is Part VII

Here is Part VIII

Here is Part IX

Here is Part X

Here is Part XI

Here is Part XII

Part XIII

Part XIV

Part XV

Part XVI

Part XVII

Part XVIII

Part XIX

Part XX

Part XXI

Part XXII

Part XXIII

XXIV.

(Author’s Notes: I noticed a slight mistake in my last post. Thomas would be Lucie’s second cousin, not first cousin, because he’s the cousin of her cousin. They are not in fact related at all, only Anna and Christopher would be related to Lucie, James, and Thomas. Ugh, it’s all very confusing. Anyway, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! I hope whatever you and your family celebrates, it was wonderful and special. Thank you for being patient for this update. Next update is coming Jan 3.)

James pushed their horse and carriage through the streets at a blinding speed, taking corners on two wheels at times that had Cordelia gripping the sides of the carriage and bracing herself at the velocity; filled with too much concern for Lucie that fear for herself could not fit. Once Magnus had successfully removed the block on her memories, a flood of terrifying images filled her mind.

The demon that had attacked their carriage.

Alastair bleeding on the brick pavement.

Lucie running towards her through a cloud of orange sand and Belial greeting her with a malicious grin.

Lucie could see ghosts. No, not only see them. She could command them. Conjure them. And he wanted to use that ability to command an ultimately unbeatable army.

James took a turn up on the sidewalk, nearly removing a postal box in the process. Luck be it, Magnus glamoured the carriage so that as they flew by and around the crowds of people moving through the congested streets of London, all the pedestrians felt was a harsh gust of wind that gently scooted them out of the way or immediately stopping them so that James could maneuver around in time. When James had begged him to come along, Magnus insisted that he needed to find James’s parents and tell them of Belial’s interest in their youngest child. It was imperative that they find Lucie and bring her back to Magnus’s cottage where he could form guards around her.

Somehow Cordelia knew that if Belial wanted access to her, he would find it. For he had somehow found Cordelia in the middle of London and held her life and her brother’s in his hands.

Alastair. The warmth evaporated from Cordelia’s face as she reached for James’s wrist to look at his watch. She cursed when she found that it was already thirty minutes past three. Alastair would be on his way to look for her now. This would not help James’s standing with him, but she didn’t have enough time to concern herself with her brother at the moment. She’d deal with him once Lucie was safe.

James had barely brought their horse to a slow trot before he jumped from the driver’s seat of the carriage at the front of his Aunt Cecily’s manner.

He ran around the carriage to assist Cordelia, but she was already on the ground and ahead of him.

The garden door was open. There was a chill in the air that was usually absent in the presence of Cecily Lightwood’s quaint cottage. It felt as if it’d been cloaked in darkness- the way she felt when she’d been dragged to the shadow realm by Belial. She wouldn’t allow herself to think of it. Perhaps it was just fear for Lucie that she was allowing her worst thoughts to enter her mind.

James stayed beside her, taking the stair two at a time in a way her skirts wouldn’t allow her. She heard a terrible rip and suddenly her legs had more room to stretch. She didn’t slow or care even as her hair spilled from the delicate coronet her maid had done her hair in as she kept pace with James.

They barreled down the hallway just as two figures stepped out from the room at the end of the hallway.

“Thomas!” James yelled as he skid to a stop. Cordelia behind him reached out for the figure beside Thomas.

“Alastair!” She screeched, nearly colliding with him when she noticed a dark patch across the front of his shirt. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” said Alastair and glanced between her and James. “I was, but I’m not anymore.”

“What happened?” asked Cordelia as James pushed his way past Thomas into the bedroom. “Where is Lucie?”

Thomas and Alastair looked between each other and before either one of them could say a word, Cordelia felt the warmth drain from her body. “No.”

“He was going to kill Alastair,” said Thomas, shame filled his voice. “She gave me no other choice. She nearly broke my nose escaping.”

“He has her?” asked Cordelia as she moved past them into the bedroom to see for herself.

James stood in the center of the room staring wildly at Grace and a boy, no older than the rest of them, kneeling on the ground besides Tatiana Blackthorn. Cordelia’s hand went to her mouth as she realized the woman was dead.

“What did you do?” James demanded of Grace who hunched over her dead mother. “What did you do!?”

“Don’t speak to her in that way,” said the boy.

“Who are you?” asked Cordelia, coming beside James.

The boy slowly rose to his feet. He stood nearly as tall as James, with dark hair and eyes the most beautiful shade of green. “My name is Jesse. Jesse Blackthorn.”

“Impossible,” said Alastair with a hand still clutching his chest. “Jesse Blackthorn died a long time ago.”

Grace sobbed into her mother’s corset. “Yes,” said Jesse, “I was— I was brought back through a bargain my mother had with Belial. An exchange of sorts. My mother thought she was only bringing him the items he needed to resurrect me, and she was so desperate to achieve it she never suspecte what she was actually doing was collecting exactly what Belial needed to create himself a temporary physical form. It didn’t last long, just long enough for him to take Lucy and leave.”

“Why bring you back to life then?” asked Alastair. “If he got what he wanted then why bring you back?”

“To keep Lucie compliant, I suppose,” said Jesse.

“Why would you keep Lucie compliant?” asked James, tightening his grip on a knife Cordelia hadn’t seen him draw. “Did you have something to do with this? Were you working with Belial too?”

“No,” said Jesse. “No, I was trying to protect her. She— she was the only one that could see me; could talk to me.”

“And you took advantage of that,” said Alastair.

“No,” insisted Jesse. “We formed a friendship. We helped each other. I saved your life James, I gave away my last breath after the first attack with Belial, and because of that Lucie made it her mission to bring me back to life. I didn’t realize until it was too late that she had formed an alliance with my sister who was under the control of my mother and Belial.”

James looked down at Grace.“Do you know where he’s gone?”

“There is no getting to him,” said Jesse.

“I’m not asking you,” whispered James in a way that sent a chill down Cordelia’s spine and fear that if he were to ever use that tone on her, even she might cower. “Where can I find him?”

Cordelia felt as if she might faint. She took several steps backward until her back hit the wall.

“I don’t know,” shuttered Grace, still clutching her mother’s mink coat.

James stood straight and dragged his hands through his hair until tuffs of it were sticking out from between his fingers. He turned to Thomas and the two began whispering to one another in low voices. Cordelia felt Alastair come to stand beside her, but couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge him. The memories of him lying on the brick ground bleeding were too fresh in her mind, confusing the way that she felt about him when she left the Institute earlier that day. She’d been so angry with him; she hadn’t known that they were moments away from losing each other.

She couldn’t think about that now. There’d be time for forgiveness later, for now, she needed to help find her friend.

Grace pressed her mother’s hand against her cheek. Her tears poured over her mother’s rings, one on nearly every finger. A memory flashed before Cordelia’s mind of Belial twisting a ring around his finger while he spoke to her. A thick, silver one on his boney thumb.

“Grace,” said Cordelia, pushing herself away from the wall and stepped towards the mourning girl who looked so much like a child curled up on the floor. She dropped onto her knees and brushed Grace’s lovely soft curls that she’d once envied away from her face. “I am so terribly sorry for the loss you’ve suffered.” Grace closed her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks. “I cannot pretend to imagine how you feel, nor will I, and I want you to know that no one blames you.”

She heard a scoff over her shoulder.

“They’re going to blame her,” said Grace. “She was just trying to save me and my brother. She didn’t want to be alone, and they’re all going to vilify her for it— and me.”

Cordelia understood all too well wearing the sins of one’s parents. Her father tainted their family name long ago. A stain that she’d have to shoulder and battle everyday.

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” said Cordelia patting her gently on her back. “Your mother trusted you over everyone else. Did she ever tell you how she conversed with Belial? There had to be some way that she contacted him or he contacted her and if you can help us learn this information and save Lucie, perhaps we can restore some honor back to your mother. Perhaps she can leave this earth having saved your brother and helped to defeat Belial.”

The room grew quiet around her and Grace sniffled. “She never told me directly.” Cordelia held her breath and Grace lowered her mother’s hand and held index finger. “One day, I saw her playing with this ring and thought it peculiar because I’d never seen it on her hand before nor have I ever noticed her playing with it. She dismissed herself from the room and went to her study. I heard her talking rather loudly with someone inside, but when I tried to open the door it was locked. When I mentioned it later, she suggested that I must have been hearing things, but I know that I heard a voice with hers. A male voice. The kind of voice that you do not forget.”

They all stared down at the ring on Tatiana’s finger; everyone too fearful to touch it.

Thomas was the first to speak. “Should one of us put it on?”

“No,” said Alastair. “No one touch it. We should wrap it up and bring it to the adults.”

“We don’t have time for that,” said James and reached for the ring, but Cordelia slapped his hand away.

“Alastair is right,” said Cordelia. “We don’t know what this ring could do if one of us puts it on. It could kill us or something worse.”

“But Lucie,” insisted James.

“Lucie would not be much better if the ring kills one of us and our one chance of finding her is ruined,” said Cordelia as she ripped a piece of her skirt and used it to carefully remove the ring from Tatiana’s stiffening finger. “We’re taking it to Magnus and we’re going to pray he knows what to do with it.”

#The Last Night #the last hours #chain of gold #chain of gold fanfic #jordelia fanfiction #james x cordelia #Lucie x Jesse

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