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James Wilson x Fem!Cardiologist Reader

Heartbeats and Invisible Connections

Nothing to say so i hope you will like it! Btw i just rewatch The devil wears Prada and i love smmm MIRANDA??? I mean, i will write on her soon (i will never abandon House md, everything for my girls!

Warning: Mature, NSFW, Some Dark!Wilson, death, House being House.

Pairing: James Wilson x Fem!Cardiologist Reader

Laughter could be heard in the hospital room, just like every day. The young boy in front of you was in tears from laughing so hard at the TV, and you were just as amused as he was. After all, you were watching The Powerpuff Girls! You knew it was his favorite cartoon, so you watched every new episode with him. Even though Cuddy wasn't too thrilled about it, you spent at least two hours a day with the young patient. Blake was a five-year-old child suffering from an incurable heart condition. A malformation took up too much space, hindering the development of his lungs. The chance of survival after surgery was minimal, so you couldn't offer it.

Blake had been entrusted to you two years ago, when his mother passed away from pancreatic cancer. His father, a very busy businessman, gradually stopped coming to visit. At first, he would come occasionally, but soon he no longer found the time to visit his own son, citing a busy schedule. You tried to understand, but deep down, you couldn't accept this prolonged absence. How could someone leave their child to face such a serious illness without parental support?

You then promised yourself that you would never let Blake feel abandoned. You became more than a doctor to him; you were his guardian, his pillar, the only constant in his turbulent life. The first few months were difficult. How do you explain to a three-year-old that his father was abandoning him? It was almost impossible. Blake often cried, asking why his father no longer came. Your heart broke every time, but you found the words to comfort him, inventing stories about heroes and adventures to give him hope and joy.

Over time, you established a routine. You came by every morning to gently wake him up, often with a special breakfast you brought from home. You shared these simple but precious moments before starting the long days of tests and treatments. Blake loved The Powerpuff Girls, and you quickly adopted the habit of watching the episodes with him. It was a comforting ritual, a bubble of happiness in an often dark daily life.

With every operation, every scan, every MRI, you were there. You held his hand, reassured him, promised him that everything would be okay. Even though you knew the chances were slim, you always kept hope. Blake had become like a little brother to you. You admired his courage, his ability to smile despite everything. His resilience gave you the strength to carry on, even when the weight of reality seemed too heavy to bear.

The other doctors and nurses respected your dedication, though some whispered that you were getting too emotionally involved. But how could you not? How could you remain detached when a child depended on you for everything, when he called for a hug in the middle of the night after a nightmare, when he proudly showed you his drawings and asked for your opinion? Blake needed you, and you were ready to do anything for him.

One morning, as you were preparing Blake for yet another round of tests, you found yourself thinking about the future. What would become of Blake if... No, you couldn't think that way. You shook yourself mentally and focused on the present. Today, he would watch a new episode of The Powerpuff Girls, and you would be there by his side to share his laughter and tears. You owed him that much.

Every day was a battle, but also a victory, no matter how small. And you would continue to fight for Blake because he deserved it, because he was more than just a patient—he was a part of you.

Of course, he cost you a snack every day because the young boy had a sweet tooth. Several chocolate bars, whether caramel, coconut, or other flavors, you knew he would eat them. You ate together to keep him company; eating alone as a child in the hospital wasn't easy.

Months passed, and you noticed that Blake seemed more tired than usual. He had started to complain about unusual pains, and you noted a worrying pallor on his face. Your medical instinct pushed you to look deeper, to understand what was wrong. After a series of initial tests, you still couldn't determine the exact cause of his symptoms. One night, as Blake slept peacefully after an exhausting day, you found yourself in your office, immersed in his medical files.

It was then that you decided to consult James Wilson, the head of oncology at the hospital. You knew his reputation and expertise because you had risen through the ranks together, and you knew he would be the best person to help you understand what was happening to Blake. You occasionally saw him during department head meetings at the hospital.

The next morning, after preparing Blake for his routine tests, you headed to Wilson's office. As you knocked on the door, you felt both anxious and determined. Wilson looked up from his papers and greeted you with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Dr. [Y/N]. What can I do for you?" he asked, gesturing for you to sit.

"Good morning, Dr. Wilson. I need your expertise. One of my patients, Blake, is exhibiting some troubling symptoms, and I can't identify the exact cause. I'm afraid it might be something serious."

Wilson nodded, his expression becoming more serious. "Alright, tell me more about his symptoms and show me his files."

You spent the next thirty minutes detailing Blake's condition, his medical history, and the results of recent tests. Wilson listened attentively, asking pertinent questions and taking down important notes.

"I'll need to examine Blake myself and perhaps order a few additional tests," he said finally. "What you're describing could be several things, but I want to be sure before drawing any conclusions."

You nodded, grateful for his help. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson. I just want to make sure we're doing everything we can for him."

Later in the day, Wilson joined Blake in his room. With your reassuring presence by his side, Blake showed courage and cooperated during the additional examinations. The following days were filled with tests and anxious waiting.

Finally, the results came in. The diagnosis was devastating: Blake had developed heart cancer, a rare but possible complication of his pre-existing heart condition. The news hit you like a punch, but you knew you had to stay strong for Blake.

You turned to Wilson, feeling the weight of this news. "What do we do now?" you asked, determined not to give up.

"We're going to fight," he replied calmly. "I'll work with you and the team to develop a treatment plan. Blake is an incredibly brave little boy, and he deserves all our efforts."

You simply nodded before returning to his room, holding his hand while you sat beside his bed. He slept peacefully, and you rested your head on his arm. The past few days had been complicated due to the stress. Cuddy had quickly stopped by after hearing the news from Wilson. She looked at you through the window before leaving a few minutes later.

The following days were even harder. Should you tell him? Explain that he would die sooner? Leave him in denial? These choices were impossible to make, but your routine didn't change. He shouldn't know until you made a decision.

Unfortunately, today was a night shift for you. You returned to your office, lingering over Blake's adoption file, but decided to leave to avoid sinking even further. Hours passed, and you could finally take your break, which you obviously spent with Blake. Without realizing it, a single tear fell down your cheek. Just one. But in that tear lay all the pain contained for days.

This tear was wiped away by the only man who could understand your suffering. James.

"Cry, Dr. [Y/N]. Now that I’m here with you, you’re free to reveal your sadness," he said softly, his comforting hand resting on your shoulder.

Those words, full of compassion and understanding, broke down the last barriers you had built to contain your pain. You finally let out the tears you had been holding back for so long. James stayed by your side, offering his silent but powerful support. You shared a moment of raw humanity, where the roles of doctors faded away, giving way to those of human beings facing suffering and uncertainty.

After a long while, you pulled yourself together, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, James. I needed that."

"We're all in this fight together," he replied with a comforting smile. "And we will do everything for Blake."

Your next destination was Cuddy's office. You took a moment before opening the door, and when you opened and closed it behind you, your words came out in a rush.

"I'm giving up on Blake's adoption file."

She looked up from her computer and simply nodded. She knew the file wouldn't be accepted; she just wanted you to make that decision yourself. You had worked with her for about ten years, so yes, she knew how you operated. After that, interactions with Cuddy became less frequent. It wasn't her fault, but her office reminded you too much of the premature death that Blake was going to face.

You saw James often enough to discuss Blake's case. Sometimes, he even joined you for lunch. You found this rather pleasant. James had a unique way of making Blake smile, even in the most difficult moments. His anecdotes, subtle humor, and reassuring presence provided a certain comfort that you couldn't deny.

One day, after sharing a meal with Blake and James, you found yourself feeling a bit lighter, almost optimistic. The bond developing between you and James was a valuable support. You spent hours discussing treatment options, analyzing test results, and exploring every possibility to give Blake a chance to pull through.

Despite the grim diagnosis, every little progress, every smile from Blake, and every moment shared with James gave you the strength to continue.

One evening, as you were finishing your rounds, James joined you in the hallway. "I wanted to thank you," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "For everything you do for Blake, and for allowing someone like me to be a part of this fight."

You smiled, touched by his words but still mindful of his reputation as a flirt. "I should be the one thanking you. Your presence makes a huge difference, not only for Blake but also for me."

He looked at you with an intensity that made your heart beat a little faster. "You don't have to carry all of this alone. We're a team, remember."

Months passed, and despite all the efforts by you, James, and the medical team, Blake's condition continued to deteriorate. Each day, you saw his smile become a bit more fragile, his voice a bit weaker, but his will to live remained astonishingly strong. The relationship between you and James grew stronger, and he became one of the most important people to you during this dark period. You spent more and more time together, sharing the sorrows and the rare moments of joy.

Blake continued to laugh at his favorite Powerpuff Girls, devouring the chocolate bars you brought him each day. James often joined your small meals, bringing with him a comforting presence and a quiet strength that helped you hold on.

Despite all attempts at treatment, Blake's heart cancer was too advanced. The discussions with James grew more serious, more somber, as options dwindled. You had tried to protect Blake from the gravity of his situation, but he wasn't fooled. One day, as you were watching an episode of his favorite cartoon, he took your hand and asked in a soft but determined voice:

"Am I going to die, Y/N?"

The shock of his words left you speechless for a moment. You exchanged a glance with James, who stood silently beside you. Finally, you took a deep breath and answered with heartfelt sincerity:

"We are doing everything we can to keep you healthy, Blake. But yes, your illness is very serious."

Blake nodded, seeming to accept this reality with a surprising maturity for his age. "Thank you for telling me. I'm glad you're both here."

The following weeks were marked by a melancholic tenderness. You did everything possible to make Blake's last days as happy and comfortable as possible. Laughter was mingled with tears, each moment becoming precious and fleeting.

Then, one morning, as you arrived at the hospital, you felt a heaviness in the air. Entering Blake's room, you found James already there, sitting by the bed, holding Blake's hand. The little boy was sleeping peacefully, an unusual serenity on his face.

"He's gone," James murmured, tears in his eyes. "He fell asleep without pain."

You felt overwhelmed by a wave of sadness, but also relief. Blake no longer had to suffer. You sat on the other side of the bed, taking his small, cold hand in yours. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks.

"We did everything we could," James said softly. "And he knew he was loved until the end."

These words brought some comfort. Blake had been surrounded by the love and dedication of those who cared most for him. You spent a long time by his side, with James, mourning the loss of the brave little boy but also celebrating the life he had, no matter how short.

The days that followed were filled with mourning and memories. James’s presence beside you was invaluable, and together, you found the strength to say goodbye to Blake and to move forward, despite the pain.

Blake had been more than just a patient. And even though he was no longer here, his memory would continue to live on in you, constantly reminding you why you became a cardiologist, though your mental health did not improve despite your attempts at positivity.

After all this, you barely left the hospital. You hardly slept anymore. Running on energy drinks and coffee, your heart grew increasingly fragile. You no longer took much care of yourself, doing just enough to survive and continue your work. The loss of Blake, whom you considered your little brother, was a gaping wound. Although you knew it was better for him, you couldn’t accept the truth. Years of fighting for this, only for him to ultimately succumb to cancer, made you feel nauseous.

One evening, as you were changing in the locker room, you heard footsteps approaching. James approached you gently, causing you to flinch slightly. You were still lost in your thoughts, pondering a solution that had eluded you, a miracle that had never come.

"Y/N," he began softly, his voice full of compassion. "It's not your fault. Life is sometimes unfair, but he's better off where he is. It's hard, and I understand, but take care of yourself as Blake would have wanted. I'm not telling you to live the life he should have had, but not to destroy yourself in an 'honor' to him."

His words, though well-intentioned, hit you like a slap. "Don’t tell me how I should feel!" you retorted sharply, anger and pain mingling in your voice. But seeing the sadness and understanding in James’s eyes, you realized you had reacted too abruptly. "I’m sorry, James. I know you’re trying to help."

James shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. "You don’t have to apologize. I know how hard it is. But you can’t keep going like this; you’re going to destroy yourself."

What you didn’t know was that Cuddy was behind it all. She was deeply concerned for you. Unable to bear seeing her head of service fall apart, she had asked James to look out for you, even if it meant spending more time at your place or inviting you to stay at his.

In the following days, James increased his presence. He regularly came to see you, encouraging you to talk about how you were feeling. One evening, after a particularly grueling day, he invited you to dinner at his place. You accepted, too exhausted to refuse.

At James’s home, the atmosphere was soothing. The simplicity of his apartment and the warmth of his welcome all helped you feel a bit better. You spent the evening talking, not about work or Blake, but about everything and nothing—childhood memories, dreams, passions.

"You know," James said at one point, setting down his coffee cup, "Cuddy asked me to look out for you. She’s worried about you, just like I am. You’re important to us, to the hospital. But more than that, you’re important to yourself. Blake wouldn’t want to see you destroy yourself like this."

These words touched you deeply. The harsh reality of your situation, combined with the immense fatigue you felt, began to crumble under the warmth of James’s compassion and support.

"I know it’s hard to hear this now," he continued, "but you need time to heal. And you don’t have to do it alone."

Tears began to silently stream down your cheeks. For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to feel the pain, without pushing it away, without hardening yourself. James approached and gently embraced you, letting you cry against him.

"I'm here," he murmured. "We’re here for you."

In the following days, you began to accept James’s help. He would join you for long walks after work, make sure you ate properly and got some rest. You knew the road to healing would be long, but with James by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope begin to emerge.

Seeing that you were improving, Cuddy called you into her office one day. "I’m proud of you," she said simply. "And I know Blake would be too."

You smiled, feeling a newfound strength within you. "Thank you, Cuddy. For everything."

One of the long evenings at James's place, you sat side by side on the couch. Exhausted from the emotions and work, you couldn’t help but let your head fall onto James's shoulder. "What movie do you want to watch?" he asked, not realizing that you had already dozed off. He looked at you tenderly before taking your hand and gently stroking it. James was aware that the role of a cardiologist was demanding; you often worked with children for diagnoses, and he knew it was exhausting and that you slept little.

Gently, he slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees. Carefully standing up, he cradled your light body in his arms and carried you to his bedroom, where he laid you down on the bed with great care. You had already fallen deeply asleep and were unaware of the situation. James tenderly stroked your cheek, once again gazing at your face.

"Rest well, Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You’ve given so much for Blake. Let me take care of you now."

He adjusted the blanket over you, ensuring you were snug and warm. Then he quietly withdrew, making sure not to make any noise. As he closed the door, he cast a final glance to ensure you were sleeping peacefully.

James settled on the couch with a book, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought about you, your strength and pain, and how much he wanted to help you through this tough time. Hours passed, and eventually, exhausted himself, he fell asleep.

In the morning, you woke up in a room you didn't immediately recognize. The events of the previous evening slowly came back to you. You remembered being at James’s place, having fallen asleep on the couch… and now you were in his bed. A feeling of warmth and security enveloped you.

Hearing your movements, James got up and came to join you. "Good morning," he said with a gentle smile. "I hope you slept well."

You nodded, touched by his care. "Thank you, James. For everything."

“There’s no need to thank me. You need rest, and I’m here to help,” he said sincerely. “Now, let’s have a nice breakfast. It’s time to take care of yourself.”

You sat down at the table, noticing pancakes and fruits you loved. The sight of the carefully prepared food comforted you, and you began to eat with appetite. What you didn’t know was that Wilson had added nicotine to your drink. His goal? To make your brain associate the pleasure and dependence on nicotine with his own presence, creating a subtle and gradual addiction to him.

You took a sip of your drink, savoring its taste. Quickly, a sense of relaxation washed over you, soothing your tense nerves. You felt strangely good, almost euphoric. The food, the coffee, the reassuring presence of James… everything seemed perfect.

“These pancakes are delicious,” you said with a smile. “Did you really take the time to make all this?”

James nodded, his gaze full of tenderness. “I wanted you to start the day on a positive note. You deserve to feel good, Y/N.”

You continued eating, feeling better and better with each bite and sip. The nicotine was working its magic, reinforcing the positive association with James. You felt closer to him, more dependent on his comforting presence.

James, discreetly observing your reactions, saw that his plan was working. He knew you were vulnerable, and he wanted to be the one to support you, the one you would need. He wanted you, just for himself.

As the days went by, a routine settled in. James often prepared meals for you, inviting you to share these moments of respite and comfort. Every meal you had together seemed to give you renewed energy and strength. What you didn’t know was that James continued to add nicotine to your drinks, subtly increasing your dependency.

“There’s no need to thank me. You need rest, and I’m here to help,” he said sincerely. “Now, let’s have a nice breakfast. It’s time to take care of yourself.”

“These pancakes are delicious,” you said with a smile. “Did you really take the time to make all this?”

James nodded, his gaze full of tenderness. “I wanted you to start the day on a positive note. You deserve to feel good, Y/N.”

Sitting at the table, you took a sip of your drink, immediately feeling a sense of well-being wash over you. James watched you discreetly, satisfied to see that his plan was working. You felt better, calmer, and most importantly, you felt dependent on these shared moments with him.

Days turned into weeks, and your dependence on James became increasingly evident. He had become your anchor, your refuge. You could no longer imagine going a day without seeing him, without feeling the sense of well-being he provided. The nicotine had done its job, but it was James's love and attention that had truly made you addicted.

Seeing that his plan was working perfectly, James decided to reinforce your dependence even further. One evening, after a particularly pleasant dinner, he suggested that you stay at his place for the night. You accepted without hesitation, feeling safe with him. While you slept, he discreetly installed surveillance apps on your phone and computer, allowing him to track your movements and communications.

The next morning, you woke up feeling refreshed, completely unaware of the ongoing manipulations. James greeted you with a smile as you emerged from sleep. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you," you replied with a smile. "I feel much better."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, handing you a cup of coffee. "Let's start the day on a positive note."

With James by your side, you began to slowly rebuild your life, unaware of the subtle manipulation that had facilitated this dependence. To you, James had become indispensable, the pillar you could always count on, and you had no idea of the shadow of his plan that loomed over your relationship.

Months had passed since Blake's loss, and your relationship with James Wilson had evolved remarkably, even if it was partly due to manipulation.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day at the hospital, you found yourself at James's place once again. You had developed a sort of ritual: after work, you would go to his home for dinner, conversation, and much-needed respite during this tumultuous period of your life. That night, the atmosphere was especially soothing. The dim light in the living room, the whisper of the wind through the open windows, and the comforting warmth of James's home created an ambiance conducive to deeper confessions.

As you sat on the couch with a glass of wine in hand, the conversation drifted to more personal topics. You found yourself sharing stories and thoughts that you had never dared to confide in anyone else.

"You know, James, I don't think I could have gone through all this without you," you said softly, looking at your glass as if searching for answers. "You've become an essential part of my life, and I can't imagine moving forward without you."

James looked at you with a tenderness you had never truly noticed before. "Y/N, you are incredibly strong. But even the strongest among us need support. And I am so glad I can be here for you."

He set down his glass and took your hand in his, a comforting gesture that sent a wave of warmth through your body. "We've been through so much together, and I believe it has brought us closer in ways neither of us could have predicted."

The silence that followed was charged with emotion. You turned slightly toward him, searching in his eyes for confirmation of what you were feeling. And in his eyes, you saw the same spark, the same depth of feeling that burned within you.

"James…" you began, but words failed you. He seemed to understand, as he gently leaned in, closing the distance between your faces.

"Y/N, I think what we have goes beyond friendship or mere professional support. I've grown attached to you in a way I never thought possible."

His words resonated within you, and before you could respond, he leaned even closer and delicately pressed his lips to yours. It was a tender kiss, filled with all the unspoken emotions, all the shared moments, all the mingled pain and comfort.

The kiss lingered, your hands naturally finding their way into each other’s hair, and for the first time in a long while, you felt whole. When you finally separated, your breaths were staggered, but your eyes shone with the same emotion.

“I love you, Y/N,” James murmured, his eyes locked onto yours.

“I love you too, James,” you replied without hesitation, feeling a certainty you had never felt before.

You spent the evening talking about your feelings, your fears, and your hopes for the future. You fell asleep in each other's arms, finally finding peace in each other's presence.

The days that followed were marked by a new dynamic between you. At the hospital, you continued to work as professionals, but the exchanged glances, shared smiles, and subtle touches spoke of a blossoming love. The support you had always shared became even stronger, solidified by the intimate relationship you now had.

James continued to keep a close watch on you, ensuring that you were taking care of yourself. And you, although you were still unaware of some of his past manipulations, felt increasingly grounded in this new life. Meals together, evenings spent talking and watching movies, and shared nights became precious moments where you finally felt loved and understood.

However, it was impossible to completely avoid Gregory House’s sharp gaze. Nothing escaped the doctor renowned for his keen insight, and he had quickly noticed the changes in the relationship between you and James.

One afternoon, while you were in the break room, House hobbled in with his characteristic cane, a curious and mocking glint in his eyes. He settled heavily onto the couch across from you, fixing you with an enigmatic smile.

“So, Y/N, I’ve heard that Wilson has become your knight in shining armor,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You blushed slightly, but you didn’t let House intimidate you. “Yes, you could say that,” you replied calmly.

House nodded, a sneaky smile on his lips. “Interesting. But tell me, do you really know everything about your valiant knight? Because, you know, Wilson has always had a knack for hiding his little manipulations.”

You frowned, feeling a twinge of concern. “What are you trying to say, House?”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Oh, nothing specific. Just an observation. Be careful, that’s all. Wilson has a dark side, and sometimes he thinks his actions are justified by noble intentions.”

Before you could respond, James entered the room, a defiant expression on his face. “House, maybe you could find someone else to annoy,” he said tersely, positioning himself protectively between you and House.

House raised his hands in surrender, but his sneaky smile didn’t fade. “Alright, alright. I’m leaving. But remember, secrets have a way of surfacing.”

He left the room, leaving you with a sense of unease. James turned to you, his eyes softened with concern. “Don’t let him get to you, Y/N. House likes to sow doubt. We know how we feel about each other, and that’s all that matters.”

You nodded, trying to shake off the doubts sown by House. “You’re right, James. We know what we have.”

Weeks passed, and although House never missed an opportunity to make a pointed comment or cryptic remark, your relationship with James continued to grow stronger. You found comfort in each other, and despite the shadows of the past and James's subtle manipulations, you felt increasingly rooted in this new life.

The moments you shared had become anchors in your daily routine. Whether it was having lunch together, sharing laughter during quiet moments, or finding solace in each other's arms after exhausting days, every instant deepened the bond between you.

And so, despite House’s warnings and the shadows of the past, you found a new reason to live and smile every day. It was quite common for you to dream of James, Blake, and yourself as a family. You promised yourself to nurture your relationship with James for Blake, for the family that should have been.

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The sun was barely rising, its first rays filtering through the curtains in James's bedroom. You opened your eyes, feeling the comforting warmth of James's body against yours. He was still asleep, his face relaxed and free from worries and House. You took a moment to watch him, letting a sense of happiness wash over you.

You got up gently so as not to wake him, slipping into one of his oversized t-shirts, and headed to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast had become a sort of ritual. You set water to boil for coffee and began making pancakes, a specialty you had perfected for James. Adding fresh fruit and maple syrup was your way of starting the day on a positive note.

James arrived shortly afterward, drawn by the delicious aromas filling the kitchen. He came up to you, kissed your cheek softly, and murmured a sleepy "good morning."

"Good morning to you," you replied with a smile. "Breakfast is almost ready."

You sat down at the table, enjoying the pancakes and discussing plans for the day. The subject of Blake rarely came up in your conversations, to avoid a constant reminder of the promise you had made to cherish this relationship.

After breakfast, you both got ready to head to the hospital. The drive to Princeton-Plainsboro had become a well-practiced routine, and even though the trip was short, it was filled with discussions and exchanged smiles. At the hospital, you parted ways to join your respective departments, but not without a final quick kiss and a knowing look.

The morning was as busy as ever. Between consultations, diagnostics, and meetings, you threw yourself into your work with the same passion that had driven you since the beginning of your career.

At lunchtime, you met up with James in the cafeteria. House made his usual appearance, throwing out some sarcastic remarks that made everyone smile. Despite his sharp attitude, there was an unspoken respect and camaraderie in his interactions.

“So, lovebirds, how’s the couple life?” House asked, a smirk on his face.

James responded with a similarly playful smile. “Better than your social life, House.”

Exchanges with House had become an integral part of your daily routine, a kind of game to which you had now grown accustomed. After lunch, you returned to your department, your mind still partly occupied by James’s reassuring presence.

The afternoon flew by, marked by consultations and surgeries. But whenever you had a moment of respite, you couldn’t help but think about the promise you had made for Blake.

By the end of the day, exhausted but happy, you met James at the hospital exit. You went home together, discussing the events of the day and sharing your thoughts. Once home, the evening ritual began: a simple yet delicious dinner prepared together, followed by a few hours of relaxation in front of a movie or a series.

That evening, as you sat side by side on the couch, you snuggled up against him, feeling his arm close around your shoulders. The day had been long and tiring, but it ended on a note of tenderness and intimacy.

“You know, James, sometimes I think about what Blake would have wanted for us,” you murmured, your eyes fixed on the TV screen.

James tightened his embrace a little, his soft voice responding to your murmur. “He would have wanted us to be happy, Y/N. And I believe he’s watching over us, wherever he is.”

The following weeks were marked by camaraderie and teasing between you and James. Your relationship evolved gently, blending tenderness and playfulness, turning each day into a shared adventure. Beyond the consultations and emergencies, there were these stolen moments where you teased each other, making daily life at the hospital much brighter.

Each morning, your drives to the hospital were filled with little jokes and lively discussions. James particularly enjoyed teasing you about your music choices, and you retaliated by commenting on his sometimes overly bold ties. These light-hearted exchanges allowed you to start the day with a smile.

At the hospital, you found moments to reconnect, whether it was for a quick coffee between consultations or to share an impromptu lunch in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. The exchanged glances, knowing smiles, and discreet yet meaningful touches all reinforced your connection.

House, of course, never missed an opportunity to tease you both gently. One day, while you were having lunch together, he approached with a sly smile on his face.

“So, you two, still playing cat and mouse?” he asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“We prefer to call it chemistry,” you replied with a wink at James.

House raised an eyebrow, amused. “Chemistry, huh? Just be careful not to blow anything up like like Wilson and cheating.”

The following weeks were filled with camaraderie and playful teasing between you and James. Your relationship evolved slowly, mixing tenderness and playfulness, turning each day into a shared adventure. Beyond consultations and emergencies, there were these stolen moments where you teased each other, making daily life at the hospital much brighter.

Each morning, your drives to the hospital were punctuated with little jokes and lively discussions. James particularly enjoyed teasing you about your music choices, and you retaliated by commenting on his sometimes overly bold ties. These light-hearted exchanges allowed you to start the day with a smile.

At the hospital, you found moments to reconnect, whether for a quick coffee between consultations or to share an impromptu lunch in a quiet corner of the cafeteria. The exchanged glances, knowing smiles, and discreet yet meaningful touches all reinforced your connection.

One day, you decided to play a bit more daringly. Having discovered that James had a weakness for chocolate, you prepared a little surprise. You had found some special chocolates infused with aphrodisiac ingredients, and you were curious to see how he would react.

You waited for the right moment, choosing a day when you both had some free time. After lunch, you invited him to stop by your office for a sweet little break.

"I have a surprise for you," you announced, pulling a box of chocolates from your drawer.

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise, huh? I like surprises."

You handed him a chocolate with a mischievous smile. "Try this and tell me what you think."

He took the chocolate, looking curious, and put it in his mouth. From the first bite, you saw his expression change slightly, a glimmer of surprise passing through his eyes.

"It's… interesting," he said as he finished the chocolate. "There's something different about it."

You just smiled, holding back your little secret. A few minutes later, you noticed a subtle change in his behavior. His eyes grew darker, his posture more assured.

"Y/N," he said in a deeper voice, moving closer to you. "What did you give me?"

You laughed softly, taking a small step back. "Just a bit of chocolate. Why? Didn't you like it?"

He stared at you intensely, a half-smile on his lips. "Oh, I loved it. But I think you knew exactly what you were doing."

Before you could respond, he pulled you by the waist and drew you close. His burning gaze never left yours, and you felt your heart race. The weeks of teasing and flirting had led to this moment.

"James, we're in the hospital," you whispered, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"I know," he replied, his voice husky. "But I can't wait any longer."

He kissed you with a new intensity, his hands exploring your back with a possessiveness that made you shiver. You let yourself sink into him, your own desires taking over. The door to his office closed behind you, isolating your little world from the rest of the hospital.

James lifted you and placed you on his desk, his lips never leaving yours. Papers and pens fell to the floor, forgotten. His hands slipped under your blouse, and you felt a shiver of pleasure course through your body.

"You've driven me crazy, Y/N," he murmured against your skin. "And now, you'll face the consequences."

He kissed you briefly, and you wanted more. You opened your mouth, and your tongues met. You felt his hands grip your hips and shift your body on the desk, pulling you closer to him. His tongue explored your mouth as if he, too, enjoyed the blend. He pulled away slightly and looked down at your outfit, which revealed your hardened nipples, due to the passionate kiss and the moisture that had dampened your clothing.

"Fuck, Y/N," he breathes out before lifting you off the desk, your legs wrapping around his torso. He kisses you again, much more fiercely, as if you were his prey. His tongue battles to dominate yours, and you give in, wanting him to take control. He presses you against the office door and takes the opportunity to ensure it’s locked. He kisses you as if you had always done this and as if it were your last kiss. You moan against his lips as his hand moves between your thighs, massaging them before sliding into your pants and removing your clothing until your panties fall to the floor. You try to close your legs, the cool air hitting your core, while his lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck as if he’s devouring every part of you.

His kisses are wet, and you hear him moan before pressing his body against yours, you feel his erection.

"Are you sure ?" He says before completely losing control and he rubs his covered erection against your exposed pussy "mmh", you moan being the only noise you can make to respond and nod at him. He pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time. The shy one, you would have stopped him. He pulls the bottom of your t-shirt up to your chest and his cock brushes against yours making you moan his name.

"Moan my name again. Otherwise I wouldn't give you what you want" and he rubs his cock again between your thighs, his fingers place one of your locks of hair behind your ear, then go down all the way down your body to your clitoris.

“Wet, just for me” and he presses his fingers against my skin a little more before stroking my clit with his thumb. Long ones caresses, giving me pleasure but increasing my impatience. You feel his whole hand between your thighs, his fingers continuing to caress you relentlessly.

“James, please” you moan.

“Fuck” he removes his fingers and thrusts into you, making you moan in surprise and pleasure. The door is locked, and House music prevents everyone from hearing you. He pulls out of you only to come in again, harder, you moan and bury your head in the crook of his neck, clinging to his t-shirt.

“Y/N, I want to feel your hands on me” he moaned before helping you take off his t-shirt and swinging it behind him. He still carries you, he pulls you away from the door and suddenly slams me on top of him, entering me again. The pain in my back and the lust flowing through your veins makes all your sensations stronger. He speeds up his movements and your nails dig into his shoulders. He goes faster and nibbles your skin, in your neck, your chest, anywhere your skin is exposed.

“James, I-I’m going to-” you’re cut off by another moan that leaves your mouth. He understands what you are trying to tell him and growls "Go on princess, I'm waiting for that", you feel your body reach its climax and he gives one last thrust, harder than all the others while his hands massage your thighs.

You sigh in pleasure and release all the tension your body was holding and cum. He doesn't stop moving back and forth and waits for you to finish. You seek his mouth and kiss it, he moans into yours and still doesn't stop, you feel him cum inside you and he parts into your lips to blow.

“Y/N, are you-” he moans again, the sound leaving his mouth and the music turning you on, you grind my hips against his and he moans louder and louder. You have control.

“Y/N – don’t stop” you continue to move your hips and with each movement you sigh in pleasure. You feel him finish completely and he catches his breath heavily his head still in your neck. He slowly pulls out of you and gently places me back on the desk. He quickly puts his boxers back on before putting your panties back on. You get off the desk and put your clothes back on correctly. He stares at you through his loving eyes and smiles viciously before saying "we'll do this again whenever you want but no need for an aphrodisiac" and he winks at me with a kiss on the forehead.

The tension of the past intimacy transforms into a soft and tender atmosphere. You stay embraced for a moment, savoring the warmth of your bodies and the deep connection you’ve just shared. James shifts slightly, looking at you with infinite tenderness.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly, caressing your cheek.

"I feel… good," you reply with a smile, your eyes shining with happiness.

You spend a few more minutes talking softly, your laughter and murmurs blending with the gentle light of the office. But the reality of the hospital eventually catches up with you. James stands up first, helping you to sit up and tidy your clothes.

"We should get back to work," he says with a smile, but his eyes reveal a desire to prolong the moment.

You quickly rearrange yourselves, trying to regain a professional appearance. Once outside the office, you share one last knowing glance before returning to your respective tasks. The day continues, but the excitement and warmth of your intimacy remain with you, giving you renewed energy, knowing that he was going to get his revenge.

#fanfiction #dr house #doctor house #house md #housemd #rsl #robert sean leonard #james wilson #dr james wilson #dr james wilson x reader #james wilson x reader #james wilson x you

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seokiesprettygirl · 6 months ago

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Loved you from afar | MYG

Yoongi fluff that was in my head for a good few weeks. Inspired by my friend Taeyi. Shy Yoongi, non idol style. 4k words. No warnings. I hope it will make you feel warm and fluffy and head over heels for this Yoon. (didn't read it or spell checked sowwi)

‘I’m here!’ – you waived at the man walking down the mall along the shops towards you. He was holding two cups of coffee to go and a small bag which looked like the kind you would get from a pastry shop. He walked past few other people on the way and made his way to you. He was wearing a pair of shorts and long dark oversized t-shirt, high top converse with white socks sticking out. He smiled widely when he saw you waive. ‘The queue was crazy, I’m really sorry it took so long’ he muttered and handed you the drink. ‘It’s okay Yoongi, I told you it’s mental around this time of the day�� you smiled grateful he went to get lunch for the two of you. ‘Let me just let my boss know I’m going on a break’ you pointed at the inside of the clothing shop you were both standing in front and you disappeared inside for few moments, still holding your coffee. Yoongi nervously looked around, trying to find something to look at whilst waiting for you and he decided to just stare at his own shoes. You came back not long after, poked your head around the corner to see your friend just staring down. It wasn’t anything new to you, as he tends to be a little bit awkward in public. ‘All sorted, ready?’ you surprised him and he glanced at you, smiled and nodded.

Right outside of the mall on the left hand side was small park-ish area. Few swings for kids and benches for the parents. But it was all empty because it looked like everyone disappeared for lunch. The both of you moved towards the area, picked the cleanest bench and sat on it. It was getting colder as the autumn was approaching soon. The sun was still quite high, it just wasn’t giving the same warmth as two weeks ago. You have taken a sip of your drink and closed your eyes, listening to the silence surrounding the two of you.

‘Taehyung wanted to go to the movies later today’ Yoongi muttered kind of towards you but kind of just into the universe.

‘Oh really? What are you going see?’ you got interested right away. You knew Yoongi for years now. It’s been at least 8, maybe coming to be 9 soon? You became friends at school, then you graduated and still were hanging out, both got few part time jobs in the past few years. You also managed to hold a serious adult office job for about three months before you decided to get a degree - part time, which you also decided to abandon few weeks in. It was too stressful and all you wanted to do was to draw. You were really good at it, so you opened a small business on the side selling your digital prints and art you drew on your tablet. But it wasn’t enough to keep you going, hence the part-time job at the mall.

Yoongi always wanted to make music and he was doing it on the side. He was definitely making enough now to not work part time but for some reason when he found out you will be working in the same mall as him (before he decided to quit) he changed his mind and decided to stay. You never really questioned his decisions. During your summer breaks you spent hours together locked in one of your rooms, him making music at the desk and you drawing on your tablet. The perfect combination. Both the artsy types, both quite shy and timid. Not all the time tough, there were multiple crazy stories you could tell your friends. One of the more memorable ones was when the two of you got really drunk after work and you sat in a shopping trolley which he was pushing, while riding his skateboard. Both laughing like two crazy teenagers until the security got rid of you. Yoongi was shy. Very shy. But he was also so warm. He would always cover your with a blanket when you fell asleep and he continued working on his stuff. He would always bring you hot soup when you were ill. Lunch at work was always a must. He really cared. He was also the type to never admit if he ever had feelings for you. If he did, he treasured your friendship more. He could always be around you and catch you when you fall, without ever risking and jeopardising your current relationship. He could love you from afar. Of course he spent nights thinking if your lips would be soft on his, or what would it be like to hold your hand for real, not just for a second when you were wrestling on the bed. What would it be like for you to fall asleep on his shoulder, when you actually intended to put your head there, not just by accident when he was near by and you were too tired to sit straight. His stomach flipped every time you mentioned a date with someone. He was terrified of someone else having you, at the same time he would never stop you. And he was always there when you were broken up with by another guy who didn’t know what he could have. He watched all the silly films with you and devoured half of the tub of ice cream you always liked. He was always the one to peel a tangerine for you, or an orange when they were around. Without asking if you fancy one, he would just do it and hand it over to you.

‘I’m not sure but he wanted me to bring you with. He said he invited the new girl he was seeing and he wanted it to be little bit less official than a date’ Yoongi answered, slightly worried you might get the wrong idea about the entire thing. But it wasn’t the first time you would go to the movies as his +1. Anytime one of his friends needed a double date you two were the go to. Even though you obviously weren’t dating. Obviously to you, not so obviously to Yoongi. Well it was obvious enough but it started getting to him the more he thought on how long you two have been hanging out for. Nearly 9 years. He was a loyal friend, he was a loyal friend to his other friends too it was just the way he was. He brushed through his long dark hair, overgrown from the summer. He looked at you, nervous as always even though he asked you the same question multiple times before.

‘So WE are going? I didn’t really want to go out tonight but..’ you started, desperately trying to get your pastry out of the paper bag that was laying between you and him on the bench.

‘If you don’t want to I will tell him you had other plans’ he quickly jumped to conclusion. He would never want you to do anything that you weren’t comfortable doing.

‘No, no it’s fine. We can go’ you smiled seeing him getting flustered. He held the bag steady for you and you finally managed to get your piece out of the bag. You grabbed the pastry and bit into it right away. Sweet cream and jam inside filled your mouth and you felt better. Less dizzy and shaky. You didn’t have anything else this morning and Yoongi knew it. Because when you asked for lunch you asked for coffee only and he brought food. He knew you too well and he was sure you didn’t have anything else that day.

‘Are you sure? I can go on my own..’ he asked looking at your pretty face devouring the pastry he picked for you. He admired every second of every time spent with you. Your eyes wondering around the sky, which he dreamed of staring for hours at the time.

‘Yes it’s fine, let’s do it. What film?’ you looked at him again, in between bites.

‘I didn’t really ask, let me text him’ he got a little bit nervous, of course he forgot to ask Taehyung about the film, at the end of the day he didn’t really care. He knew he would have a good time because it was with you. ‘Anyway, I will pick you up at 7? I will take my mums car’.

‘Sounds good! And don’t worry we haven’t seen any of the new films anyway, so whatever Tae picked will be fine’. He loved how unproblematic you were. How easy it was for you to just go with the flow. It was easy for you because you knew that it was always a good time with Yoongi. You knew nothing bad will ever happen to you around him. He would always protect you and take care of you. And you loved it about him so much, but you could never admit it. How could you ruin a friendship like this? He was older so in your head he was always treating you like a younger sister. The age gap wasn’t that big, you met at school at the end of the day.

You picked a really flowy dress, the evenings weren’t super cold. Short green platted dress with a cream cardigan because it was an evening and the dress was on thin straps so you were bound to get cold and you promised yourself you won’t get Yoongi to give up his hoodie yet another time for you. You put few bits in your bag: lip balm, pack of tissues, your wallet and your keys and you run out seeing Yoongi approaching in his mums car. You got in and he got immediately flashed with your scent. Sweet but light floral perfume that you have been using for as long as he remembers. Your hair half-up, with the rest flowing down your shoulders. He got stunned. He couldn’t say anything, there was no thoughts in his brain apart from just how beautiful you looked that night.

‘Yoongi? Hello?’ you waved your hands in front of his eyes and he finally shook his head and came back to his senses.

‘Pull yourself together’ he whispered to himself and you heard him say something but you couldn’t make up any of the words.

‘What? Are you okay?’ you asked, but then he looked back at you, smiled and nodded.

‘Ready? You look great’ he complimented. He always said it. No matter what were you wearing and it was true. He loved you in every outfit. No. He was miserable about you in every outfit. Including his hoodie and joggers when you both got soaked that one night running home from the shop. You were perfect to him in everything you wore. Oh how miserable he was about you. And recently it has been becoming more and more impossible to hide it. He would stutter when you would approach him without a notice or he would get stunned just like just did in the car.

‘Let’s go!’ you said enthusiastically and put your hand into a fist and made a really awkward ‘lets’ gesture. He didn’t say a word the entire time to the cinema. Not a word. The music was playing in the background, nothing too crazy, nothing too loud. He was always quiet but he was acting really strange this time. Almost too strange. And when you started thinking about it, he did become different recently. He was more distant, quieter. He wouldn’t come around as much after work anymore. Is he dating someone? That was your first thought but then you declined that idea since he invited you to go and pretend to be double dating with Tae tonight. Surely he would of invited his real date if he had one.

Anyways you made it to the car park behind the cinema, walked inside and stood there for a while trying to localise Taehyung. But he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Not yet anyway.

‘Is he late? Are they late? I mean it’s nothing new for him, but isn’t the film about to start?’ you asked and looked at Yoongi as he was taking his phone out. You watched him text Tae for the 5th time in the span of 20 minutes as you were waiting for him. You turned around and looked at the popcorn machine and went towards it to get some for you and Yoongi. In that time Taehyung sent a message back to Yoongi ‘We are not coming. I will explain later’ is what the messaged said. You came back to him with a giant bucket of popcorn with a smile on your face excited to devour it during the film.

‘Well they are not coming apparently. Do you still want to go and see the film?’ Yoongi locked his phone and put it into his pocket. You looked at the popcorn in your hands and pouted at first because the idea to miss out on all of that crunchy deliciousness made you a little sad.

‘Do you?’ you asked quickly, still staring at the food.

‘Sure why not, we are already here and we got the tickets’ he nodded and took the bucket away from you. It was always like that with him around. You never had to carry anything, you never even have to ask. You never had to ask about the hoodie when you were shivering either. He just knew. He was a little bit excited for the idea of just the two of you in the cinema. All on your own. Last time you both went was few years ago and he was really nervous to just be alone in a dark room like that with you. Even though you spent hours overnight in each others houses. But the cinema was always a strange place that just gave him this one particular feeling. A feeling of a date.

You found the screening room and went inside. The ads have already started as you were waiting for Tae and his date for a while. Yoongi found your seats and lead you to it. There wasn’t a lot of people around anyway, not many people chose to come in on a weekday after all.

The film started uneventful, it was supposed to be a thriller but it doesn’t seem very thrilling at first anyway. You were slowly going through your bucket of popcorn when a huge yawn came out of you. You hid your face in your hands quickly with an apologetic look on your face, staring at Yoongi. He giggled as it made him laugh. The film wasn’t very good and he clearly could tell that you were getting bored too. But you both decided to give it another try and started paying attention again. The film did get better. The story moved at a faster pace and when a random guy popped out of a rubbish bin with a knife you jumped on your seat and your hand intuitively landed on Yoongis. He looked at your hand and froze for a second. You were now holding his hand. Well he was holding your hand. You two were holding hands. He gasped without you noticing but he didn’t pull away. He promised himself to distance himself from you. Give you space to breathe because even he could notice the way he was behaving around you recently. But today, the smell of you in his car, the green dress and the fact that Tae stood you two up made a potion of courage for him. He decided to just go with the flow. It wasn’t like him at all. But he kept wondering what would it be like to hold your hand, and how would your lips fit in his.

You noticed he was looking at your hands but you didn’t pull away either. You didn’t let him see that you saw him looking. What a huge game is being played here. Pretending to not see each other movements or delicate stares. You smirked to yourself and decided to pretend this is not a big deal. It’s just a hand, right? And then another strange thing happened in the film and you squeezed his hand. And all of a sudden he just let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around you. You froze. Yoongi? What the hell is this? He wasn’t looking at you, he just did this and went back to watching the film. But you couldn’t focus anymore, his fresh scent surrounded you. Just like every time you wore his hoodie. It felt so homey and fresh. His warm arm around you. You not moving an inch. You gulped. What is going on? You thought to yourself. He was never like this. He was never this brave, nor forward. But it felt so nice. You didn’t know what to do next. You were so conflicted already overthinking scenarios in your head. What if we won’t like each other like that for very long? What if he will get bored of me? What if…

He saw you having an internal conversation with yourself. He knew you too well and seen it too many times. He wasn’t sure what it was about but he could tell you stopped focusing on the film. Did I fuck up? He thought to himself but he didn’t move an inch. He looked at you again and he saw two round eyes staring right at him. There was nothing else around for him just the pair of your eyes looking at him. He exhaled loudly and looked away for a second. Brushed his hand through his overgrown long dark hair and looked back at you.

And there you were, still staring at him trying to read what was going on in his head. Trying to understand what was going on between the two of you just then and there.

‘Fuck it’ he said very loudly and leaned forward. Where did Yoongi found all of his courage to do all of this neither of you will ever know nor question. Because his nose was touching yours now, his eyes closed and his lips touching yours. And the both of you froze for a second. You didn’t back out but you didn’t kiss him back right away. You were trying to understand the motive behind his arm wrapped around you not beg for a kiss but he clearly read you wrong. Well wrong wasn’t the correct word. He understood you differently. And now his lips were at yours. Your stomach flipped and it felt like 10 thousand butterflies just hatched inside you and try to escape. You could tell he was nervous because his arm that was still wrapped around you was getting a little shaky and heavy. Without thinking too much anymore you started kissing him back and a slow and soft kiss turned into a slightly deeper one and he started grabbing you closer with the wrapped around you arm. You cupped his face with your hand and reciprocated every inch of his kiss. It felt like the both of you were floating above the seats now and nothing else really mattered anymore. The semi good film, the popcorn you had your eyes on for most of the duration of the film.

He finally had the guts to go for it. He didn’t know when was the next time will be, that it will be just the two of you in the cinema which for some reason he had really strong feelings about. It couldn’t be in the car. It also couldn’t be anywhere else. You kept making out until the film finished, without noticing and the lights turned on. Only then Yoongi realised that the film has finished and he let go of you and sat back in his seat. He didn’t say anything, he just smirked and then smiled with one of his gummy smiles to himself.

You got off your chair and looked at him for a second, really shy with flushed face. You were blushing, now that it wasn’t dark around the two of you. He followed, grabbed the rest of the popcorn bucket and took it with him to leave at the bin downstairs. Both of you silent, just moved towards the exit and then towards the exit of the building and straight to Yoongis mums car. No word, not a look not a sight was heard. The silence was deafening and it almost felt like either of you regretted what just happened. Yoongi couldn’t stop overthinking it. He was sure he fucked up. For once he had the guts to act the way he really felt and it all ruined your really long friendship. He just wanted to get you safe home and disappear for few days, give you time to breathe.

‘So…’ you finally opened your mouth as the both of you were standing in front of the car.

‘So..’ he answered looking away from you. Both of his hands in his pockets, playing with his shoe shyly. ‘Listen I know this wasn’t planned..’ he started again. He didn’t have a plan. Again. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. All he wanted to do is to lean you over the car and kiss you again and again. But you were still blushing and looking away from him just now.

‘It’s okay if you regret it’ you interrupted him right away. If? That sounded like you weren’t regretting it. He looked at you for the first time since you left the cinema. You were standing in front of him, pink nose from the wind outside, red cheeks and glary round eyes drilling into him.

‘I don’t..’ he braved it out of himself. He took a step towards you and you froze again. You turned your head to the side almost like asking a question and he took one of his hands out of the pockets of his hoodie and leaned forward towards you. ‘Come here’ he whispered and you took his hand. He pulled you closer and leaned you on the car door. Took few steps towards you, the tip of his nose touching yours. He bit his lip and then looked into your eyes. You gulped so loudly you could hear it. You closed your eyes before he closed his and he smirked and shook his head. Your insides flipped, the butterflies hatched in the second wave and started flustering inside you. You bit the inside of your mouth and patiently waited. But nothing happened. He was just there looking at you with your eyes closed. So you opened one of it and you saw him smiling. Gummy wide smile, eyes in half moons. Pure happiness and you have never seen him like this. ‘If I kiss you again, that will be it you know it?’ he finally managed to get few words out. ‘You will be mine and I won’t let you go’ he added before you had a chance to respond. And you nodded. That’s all you could do. Just nod. So he came closer and this time the both of you closed your eyes at the same time and his lips met yours again. It felt so right, it felt like this is what you have been waiting for, for years. Tears started rolling down your face as he kept kissing you more and more. And then he felt the tears and stopped.

‘Why.. why are you crying? Do you not want to?’ he got instantly worried and regretted being so confident in himself but you shook your head.

‘I didn’t know this was what I was waiting for, for all these years’ you answered and pulled him back to you. His head was spinning. You were his. He was holding you in his arms. He was kissing your lips. Finally. All the worries he always had stopped him from doing this went away. Maybe tomorrow he will think about it and worry about the future but for now. Now he had you and you were his.

‘I loved you from afar for years’ he didn’t think through what he was about to say. Today was the day he was just saying and doing everything he felt like was right. But you didn’t answer, just pulled him closer to you and hid your face in his arms. He hugged you so tight and wrapped his arms around you. And you felt safe. Like there was nothing else in the world that could hurt you. His pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone to see a message from Taehyung.

'I hope you enjoyed ;)' . The both of you looked at the message and then saw Taehyung in a car parked opposite of you waving and showing his thumbs up.

#bts #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #bts suga

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saguette · 5 months ago

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What do you think Johnny's art looked like before he was stripped of his powers? This is something that bugs me a lot, and I'm curious about what you think.

ok i needed to draw a few shitty pictures to demonstrate cuz i wanted to talk about more than just his previous art but his art journey in general IDC if there's some canon tweet that proves something i said wrong or out of timeline these are my headcanons and projections so you either like it or not.. anyways I think his style pre-pre-JTHM (lets say 15-18) depicted many things, He was good at realism and fluctuated just fine between stylized art and big hefty works with a lot of detail. His stylized works looking similar to Jhonens and the whole 2000's artstyle cuz its fitting.

Of course he's like, a late teenager around this time so its GOOD but not perfect. If you pulled up a few of his drawings from this time he would probably be embarrassed by all the disproportionate limbs and goth girls he sketched and thought were badass. He probably has old sketches of friends in his style regardless if they asked to be drawn or not since his art was something he was proud of and people around him made him feel proud of. His old art also feels like it'd have anime elements unintentionally to add to that amateur artist swag. Johnny doesn't like anime copies but stuff he rips inspo from was anime inspired so it rubbed off on his work too. Moving onto PRE-JTHM (18-20) Is when his art started to get more serious and complex. In his happy era he took to drawing lovecraftian horror sometimes but it was always the secondary focus of any drawing.

Moving out and growing up was around the time his mental state started to worsen and he started using art to cope with emotions rather than just use it for fun, drawing complex monsters was a subconscious way to depict underlying mental illness that's out of his hands. He cant depict what he doesn't know he has, he can only scribble things that feel someone close to him because there is no physical appearance to emotions. He never liked his art around this time because it always felt unfinished or wrong or like it just didn't interpret what he wanted right. Overtime his art lost coherent appearance, quality, and meaning which made it feel worthless. It wouldn't be all that bad but it reached a point not even he knew what it was trying to be and it was frustrating. How can your own art not make sense to you? Its weird to let your hands go and do their own and you not recognize what they're trying to say. Which leads to SHORTLY BEFORE JTHM-and later.. Johnnys NEW preferred method for art currently is a little abstract, it became two extremes of the same thing; nothing. his art lost alot of what it used to be so he says he cant draw anymore.

Johnnys lovecraftian horror art slowly engulfed itself over time and always becomes an abstract mess. Its purposely made to be incomprehensible by having too much, regardless if its creation is poetic, an outside view not being able to tell what it is or how much work went into it is on purpose. its metaphorical or whatever.. Johnnys fucked up or something.. Whereas Noodleboy i imagine was made by him drawing a stickfigure one day to see if he can still "draw" and overtime gave him his features like angry eyes and that big hair, creating his own sort of vent sona to replace the sketchy abstract art he used before. Noodleboys chaoticness is too sporadic to rip any meaning off of, he also purposely represents nothing. His existence uses up paper the same way, just without all the extra effort. SORRRYYYY long tangent thats probably super messy i just winged it. but i cant help myself ive thought about this for a while ik i didnt strictly answer the question but i had so much more to say

#jthm #jthm ask #my art #jthm art #johnny c

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raythecreator21 · 3 months ago

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Reintroducing Warren "Wren" Abbas

template by @jimothy-hopkins

This post is long over due, my original one was not very accurate.

He/Him, Gay

Pakistani

has a scar across his mouth from tuning his bass too high once

is normally pretty quiet and reserved but when he's around his friends he YAPS

has crazy RBF... like he can be a little intimidating, but I swear he's the nicest guy

has a HUGE crush on Lefty and tries SO HARD to hide it (it's so obvious... like painfully obvious)

has a cat! her name is Lesley. Wren found her as a kitten and immediately took her home

Raised by his grandfather after his parents passed in a house fire

has big-time religious trauma (same)

transferred to Bullworth from a gnarly catholic school in his freshman year

tries to keep acquaintances around Bullworth (that's why he has 10% with the jocks and 15% with the preps) besides the nerds... he hates them.

Best friends with Norton :)

used to buy test answers off of the preps in freshman year... until Norton found out and told him to stay away from the preps

not very great with social cues, so when he's not going on a rant about his interests, he just sticks to listening (don't worry, he likes being a good listener. same.)

I have so many more hcs, but I don't wanna make this too long, so I'll just stop here 😭

Here's a post with more hcs/facts:

OKAY, THIS IS FINALLY DONE HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THE UPDATED VERSION :)

And just like before, feel free to draw him or write about him ! Just tag me, pleaaase :)

#wren abbas #bully oc #bully scholarship edition #bully #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bully cce #Spotify

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m1dn1ght-hag · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can I request diavolo reacting to reader who had become his wife/queen being hit on by another king who us visiting the devil domain? Saying things like "you are a lucky man", being overly touchy with reader, even going as far as asking if diavolo was willing to " share"?

note: I’m SO sorry this took so long to come out 😭 I just graduated so hopefully I should have more time to focus on being mentally ill 😝💪 the ending doesn’t rwallt fit the mood of the rest of the writing but i like jt too much tk get rid of it

somewhat proofread 😭

Content warning: uhhh catcalling???, inappropriate comments, objectification, jealous Dia

Fem!MC

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It had been a slow day for Diavolo, and knowing he had to attend a formal party after work helped a little to ease his nerves. The thing he’d be looking forward to all day is seeing you, who’d be accompanying him as his plus one. (as if you weren’t going to be invited anyways.)

He appreciated all the effort his citizens put into celebrating him, however he was simply too exhausted after how slow the day had been dragging on. It was his birthday and he was still forced to attend business meetings and keep up with his paperwork to avoid falling behind. (Barbatos’ orders. He’s scary when he’s angry, and Diavolo did NOT want to feel his wrath.)

A simple knock on his door alerted him of Barbatos’ presence, speak of the devil, before the butler let himself in. Upon entering the room and seeing Diavolo hunched over his desk, slowly dwindling away at the stack of documents he clicked his tongue.

"Young lord," he started, drawing Diavolo's attention away from the paper, "it's time to get prepared, we must leave in the next hour."

With a relieved sigh, Diavolo stood his stretched his aching limbs, glad to be going to the party seeing it as a distraction from the endless paperwork he had to sign.

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Being with you at the party definitely brightened his mood as the two of you chatted and laughed together, occasionally interrupted by a demon cheering birthday wishes.

“Oh, Dia, I’ll go get us some drinks.” Diavolo smiled as the nickname naturally slipped past your lips, “what do you want?”

“Whatever you’re getting, my dear.” seeing the unamused glare you sent him made him chuckle.

“You better not complain,” you reprimanded jokingly, patting his arm before heading to the beverage table.

He allowed his eyes to follow your figure before he heard a whistle next to him. He turned his head in the direction of the noise to see someone eyeballing you. Diavolo quickly noted the other demon was the crowned prince from another kingdom, visiting in place of his father to celebrate Diavolo. He also noted that he was very, very drunk. A risqué compliment slurred past his lips followed by a hiccup before he noticed Diavolo.

“Oh! Lord Diavolo,” He laughed too loud for comfort, “congratulations!”

“Thank you.” Diavolo replied with fake gratitude, curtly nodding.

“Yesss, you caught a real beauty alright.”

“Excuse me?” Diavolo scoffed, ‘caught?’

The other prince tipped forward, gasping when his drink nearly spilled over before, sloppily, regaining “balance” and downing another flute of demonus. He called over a waiter who, begrudgingly, handed him another.

“You know-“ a hiccup interrupted his speech, “-you should sharee, she’s a pretty one and I’d like a bite if her myself.”

“Excuse me?” Diavolo repeated, feeling his blood begin to boil.

The demon bellowed, waving the new glass of Demonus in the air, “you heard me, yes you did!” He hiccuped, “you’re a lucky man, alright!”

Diavolo glanced over towards you, and felt a wave of relief upon seeing you were still at the beverage table, now chatting with Lucifer. He was silently thanking his friend for occupying you at the moment; he could only imagine how uncomfortable it would have been for you to listen to some drunkard babbling about your body so inappropriately.

You caught his gaze and sent him a pleasant smile, waving. The angry expression he wore faded momentarily as he returned the smile and waved back, before turning his attention back to the drunken demon standing before him, who’d tipped his head back and downed another flute of white wine.

You quickly finished your conversation with Lucifer and dismissed yourself, eager to get back to your boyfriend.

“Hey Dia,” you greeted, interlocking your fingers with his and rubbing your thumb along his, “sorry I took so long.”

Diavolo flinched at your touch and inwardly cursed, sending the demon another nasty look before trying to drag you away from the offender. “That’s quite alright my dear, you could have stayed longer.”

A whistle startled you and caused Diavolo to let out an irate sigh. You turned your attention to the source of the noise, a brow quirked. “Excuse me?”

“Mc, no,“ Diavolo’s plea fell to deaf ears as the demon started talking.

A hiccup followed by a string of coughing as the demon slurred out a provocative comment, waving around the, now empty, flute merrily and swaying closer to the couple.

Diavolo instinctively stepped in front of you, holding you behind him so the demon wouldn't try grabbing you. "End this behavior at once or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Ohhh-" the demon gagged and swallowed, "don't be that way, I'm just sayin' we could share her, y'know?"

Before Diavolo could react, the demon reached forward to touch you, barely grazing your arm before Diavolo harshly elbowed his arm away. Barbatos interfered before anything got too out of hand and grabbed the drunkard's arm, twisted it behind his back, and escorted him away from the scene, telling him that they’d be sending him back to his kingdom and informing his father of his behaviour.

Diavolo would have to remember to thank Barbatos later.

He turned to you, both hands on either shoulder, his previous anger dissipated and was replaced with concern. “Are you alright, my dear? I deeply apologize for the way he was treating you.”

“I’m fine,” you cup his cheeks, watching the way he melted in your hands, rubbing into your hold, “are you okay, Dia?”

He angled his head to place a tentative kiss to the palm of your hand, a pleasant smile returning to his face, “I am now, my dear. Thank you.”

You gently pinch his cheek, earning a giggle from him before you also began giggling, “what for?”

“For choosing me.”

“Oh, Dia you big sap,” you pinched his cheeks again before pressing a kiss against his lips, feeling him smile against yours. You would have kissed him so more it you two weren’t in public, surrounded by the presence of many nobles, who’d frown upon the un-princely show of affection, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my dear,” he cupped his hands around yours, before pulling them away from his face and straightening his posture, “now that we won’t be interrupted again, where are the drinks you were wanting me to try?”

“Oh,” you cupped your free hand over your mouth, “I forgot them by Lucifer, I saw you and got distracted.”

Diavolo laughed, squeezing your hand, “well lets go over, together this time, shall we?”

#diavolo om #diavolo x reader #obey me #om diavolo #obey me x reader

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themultifandomgal · 1 year ago

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Kelly Severide- Finally

Kelly and I have been married for 3 years now. We met because of my brother Matt joining firehouse 51, then Kelly and I dated for many years before he proposed. Our wedding was a beautiful day and filled with so much love.

After a couple of years of marriage we decided that it would be time for us to start a family. Unfortunately this took a lot longer than expected. We even went to the doctors to find out if there was anything wrong. They just said that for some men and woman it can take longer and to come back in a year if we are still yet to conceive or if we struggle to carry full term.

Of course seeing negative after negative pregnancy test it really effects you mentally. So we stopped taking pregnancy tests so regular. We will only take one if I think I could be pregnant.

I wake up feeling off like I've drank to much. Headache and nausea. Rolling over I place my hand on Kelly's side of the bed, but I'm greeted by the bed being cold. That's when I remember that Kelly had to head off to work early this morning. I groan sitting up, my head spinning as I do, I swallow dryly feeling so ill. Slowly I crawl out of bed and go into the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. Thankfully I work from home so I don't have to go out anywhere.

I'm typing on my laptop when I have to quickly run to the bathroom to throw up. Which weirdly makes me feel immediately better. I clean my teeth getting rid of the nasty taste in my mouth and go back to my work.

I spend the next few hours working, but when my day of work ends I'm absolutely exhausted so decide to take a nap before Kelly comes back home.

This goes on for the next few days which does make me wonder if I could be pregnant. So while Kelly is at work I route around in one of the draws for some pregnancy tests that I bought months ago. When I find them I pee on the sticks and leave them on the back of the toilet before going back to work.

I forget about the tests for a couple of hours before I have to go to pee again. I pick them up not thinking that it will be positive, but when I see the little plus sign on all of the tests I am shocked. This is the first time I've ever gotten a positive pregnancy test, but still not wanting to get Kelly to excited I want to make sure that this is true. So that day I ring up my doctors and book an appointment for the next day. However I'm going to have to sneak out because Kelly is off.

The following day I wake up in Kelly's arms making me smile. I turn around to face him and brush some hair out of his face making him sigh and pull me closer

"Morning" he says in his gruff morning voice

"Morning" I reply placing a kiss on his lips "what have you got planned for today?" I ask

"I'm staying home and cuddling you all day. I've missed you" I giggle at his reply

"I've missed you to, but I've go a couple of jobs to do this morning"

"Like?"

"Well I have to go to the bank, then pop to the grocery store"

"I'll come with you"

"No" I say way to quickly causing Kelly to frown "I just mean it's going to be boring and you've been working really heard the past few days. Why don't you sleep in" Kelly frowns not buying what I'm selling

"What's going on?"

"Ok you caught me. I am actually getting you a surprise but I'm not telling you what it is so you'll have to wait"

"Ok? Why?"

"Will you stop asking me questions. Go back to sleep I won't be to long" I place a kiss on Kelly's lips before getting up and getting dressed.

So I'm pregnant! I run to the store and buy a gift bag, some dippers, wipes and baby bottles. I then head back home with all of the 'gifts' in the bag and head into the house

"I'm home!" I call out and Kelly is quick to greet me with a smile. He wraps me up in his arms causing me to giggle at his affection "go sit down for your surprise" he eagerly leaves my side and sits down on the couch still with a wide grin on his face "ok close your eyes" I say and he does. I place the bag on his lap and tell him to open. He puts his hand in and the first thing he pulls out are the packets of wipes

"Baby wipes? You trying to tell me to wipe my ass or something?"

"No. Keep going" next he pulls out the baby bottles. He frowns taking out the box of diapers. He looks at me still frowning, but a look of realisation crosses his face as I keep smiling at him

"Are you...? Are we...?"

"Yes. I'm pregnant" Kelly is up in an instant and spins me around then kisses all over my face

"I love you so much!"

"I love you to Kel"

"I'm going to be a dad"

"Yes you are. We're finally getting what we wanted"

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire #kelly severide x wife #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x yn#kelly severide imagine #kelly severide

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morelikeravenbore · 7 months ago

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✨ Hogwarts Legacy fluffy masterlist.

In the interest of ✨aesthetics✨, I'm compiling all my 🍭 fluffy oneshots, drabbles and HL au's together to link back to my masterlist.

Content warnings (if any) will be listed to the best of my awareness on each post. All stories crossposted to wattpad & AO3.

✨ Can I Make It Any More Obvious? ONGOING. | Modern AU | sk8erboi!Sebastian x ballerina!Aurélie

Wizarding folk, among which Sebastian was usually proud to include himself, had a distinct fondness for cobblestones. Great for aesthetics, sure: nothing screamed eccentric magical village quite like alarmingly uneven roads — but what worked for aesthetics was absolutely shite for skateboarding.

That's right. Skateboarding.

✨ Here Comes The Sun | 1.4k words

Sebastian Sallow had landed himself in a predicament so dire that despite applying every ounce of his impressive mental facilities to finding a solution, only two viable options were clear to him: he could fake an illness and flee back to Scotland, or he could throw himself off the cliff he was presently stood atop and drown in the Mediterranean Sea below.

✨ Noctilucent | [mature themes and sexual references, reader discretion advised!]

Aurélie allowed herself a little indulgent peek of the wide-eyed, sleep-deprived maniac she was straddling: toned stomach and Quidditch-defined shoulders; golden-warm skin bathed in blue light from the jar of bluebell flames she kept by the bed; a novae of new freckles enhanced by the summer sun — he was noctilucent beneath her, like something borne of a dream, surely too unreal to belong to her.

✨Croissants & Comfort | 1.1k words | husband!Sebastian/domestic!Sebaura

Sebastian Sallow absolutely, resolutely, with every fibre of his being and inch of his damaged soul, hates cats.

While others, perhaps those more trusting than he, might coo over bright eyes and bushy tails, fluffy paws and little pink noses, Sebastian sees only the sharp claws and pointy teeth of a predator. So when one of them shows up on his doorstep meowing for his soul (or for food, who can tell when it comes to cats?), he closes the door in its little demon face and pretends he never saw it.

✨ Don't Tell Ominis | 1.9k words

Accidentally conjuring a dragon with Ancient Magic wasn't exactly what most would consider a stroke of luck, but as the secret entrance to the Undercroft slammed shut behind her, Aurélie thought herself very lucky on several accounts: first, that the dragon had been small, as far as dragons go; second, that Sebastian hadn't been there to witness her embarrassing blunder (because, as enthusiastic as he was about her practising her magic, she felt certain even he would draw the line at conjuring fire-breathing demon-lizards in a school); and third, that she'd managed to escape said demon-lizard without so much as a singed hair (hers, not the dragons.)

✨Cicatrix | 1.3k words

Much to the chagrin of his peers, excelling in his studies was, to put it mildly, downright bloody easy, and though his natural proclivity towards excellence often put him on the receiving end of bitter remarks and jealous taunts, Sebastian took pride in the fact that despite everything that had been taken from him, his intelligence remained unfaltering. That is, until he fell in love.

✨ Toast & Tribulation | 1.4k words | A crackfic AU in which Aurélie is a Slytherin and she & Ominis rule Hogwarts Mean Girls style.

When Ominis Gaunt had first introduced himself outside the Undercroft by threatening to have her expelled, Aurélie swore right then and there to hate him for the rest of her life. And for most of her debut year at Hogwarts, she did just that — vehemently.

Mini prompts and short drabbles:

✨ Aurélie hates quests.

✨ "Thebastian Thallow".

✨ Sebastian is jealous.

✨ Sebastian is jealous again.

✨ Sebastian has lost his bloody mind.

#morelikeravenbore writes #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #aurelie collins #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy oneshot #sebastian sallow oneshot #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy drabble #hogwarts legacy masterlist

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oddsandends-dirt-to-dust · 2 months ago

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The World Ender

Masterlist - (chapters, link to ao3 post, moodboard, and spotify playlist.)

I’m The World Ender, baby, and I’m comin’ for them

Word Count: 7k

Warnings (for part2): smut, depictions of mental illness, hallucinations

Warnings for smut: some degradation? kinda rough? idk

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PART 2 - In The Waking Hours

“Your house has, like, ten layers of dust covering it. Is that your strategy to take down the intruders who’ll find your poorly-hidden key?” Ellie asked, eyes scrunching with her sardonic words. “Choke them to death?”

“Intruders? I thought Jackson was safe.” You mocked.

Ellie looked back into your empty, neglected home.

Her face found you again, tipped a little as her brows raised.

“It is.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t need all that space.” You lied. “If you keep busting my balls, I won’t let you in.”

She raised her palms and you stepped aside.

She walked into your room, took it in for a moment before moving to your bed and sitting down. She kicked her loose canvas shoes off, watched as you shoved the bookshelf back in front of the door, righting any books that had fallen.

“I forgot how cool your room is.” Her hushed voice murmured. You turned to find her gazing at your ceiling, chin tipped up and eyes darting over the decorations hanging there.

Your solar systems and glistening silver stars. It was your favorite part too.

You hummed. After the sickly past few hours, her gentle presence was comforting. Easy. The urge to reminisce your favorite moments broke into your brain. The urge to impress her, make sure she was enjoying your company just as much as you were hers.

“I crashed in an observatory for a while, back in Montana. Always liked to visit them after that.” You moved over to your desk, toyed with some of the trinkets you kept there. “I was on my way there actually, when I found this place.”

“Dude, no shit.” Ellie exclaimed. “Why have I never heard about this?”

You smiled.

“I was just waiting to make sure I could trust you with my prized memories.”

The things you’d seen and learned, the things that rested beyond your earthly life – they were incomprehensible. Not in the suffocating way. It was almost godly, the vast expanse, the silent world above. The way it was all still up there, always had been and always would be, despite the endless endings that went on below. The way you could sit and watch for hours, until it felt like you were looking down. Until it felt like you could fall off the world. It calmed some writhing, erratic part of you.

Ellie scoffed at your teasing words.

“I didn’t think anyone else cared about that stuff anymore.” Ellie murmured. “Must’ve been nice to lose yourself up there for a while... what was it like?”

You glanced up at her, her enthralled face, tried to ignore how her eyes sparkled like stars.

“I studied stars, planets, galaxies, comets. Got pretty obsessed for a while.” You said, fingers absentmindedly brushing the desk’s edge. “There was non-electronic telescopes and stuff. They were pretty dusty, but I could see cool shit through those.”

Her lips curled into a grin.

“No way. I've always wanted to see that stuff up close up.” She said, softly, her gaze drifting back to the silver stars glowing in the dim light. “Not just in books or drawings. The real thing.”

Her words hung in the air, gentle and wistful, drawing a quiet hum from somewhere deep in your chest.

“You know, they’ve got generators. If we found enough gas, I could probably get the real, high-tech stuff to work.” You hesitated, a twinge of uncertainty curling in your gut as your next words slipped from your tongue. “Maybe we should take a trip one day.”

Her head snapped toward you, her eyes widening in delight.

“Fuck yeah, are you kidding?” Ellie said, the pitch of her voice rising with excitement. Then she huffed, smirking. “You’re smarter than you look.” She added, leaning back and tossing you an exaggerated look of awe.

“You’re not.” You shot back, settling casually against the desk.

Ellie’s mouth popped open in mock offence.

“Screw you. You know I study space stuff too. You’re not special.”

“No?” You challenged gently, raising a brow, the trace of a smile tugging at your lips.

She rolled her eyes but let the moment hang, her smile fading slightly as her gaze dropped to the floor. A quiet stillness settled over the room, her expression slipping into something hesitant, her fingers tapping idly against her thigh.

When her eyes rose again, they landed on the wall beside you.

“So, what’s the deal with those?” She asked, jerking her head towards your small rack of weaponry. The tension in her voice was subtle, almost imperceptible, but you caught it.

Your weapons gleamed faintly under the glow of your lights, their surfaces crudely decorated with spirals, stars, little doodles. Your prized possessions, each one a testament to the battles you’d survived.

“I thought Maria took all of them.” She added, her tone curious but cautious.

You hummed. You weren’t supposed to have weapons, after your first – slightly less – violent incident in the town center. But that guy had deserved it too.

“I don’t keep all my eggs in one basket.” You told her, smirking. “Maria thought she confiscated everything, but she doesn’t know me very well, does she?”

Ellie tipped her head, quiet humor dancing on her face.

You stepped forward and grabbed your girl – Jezebel. The weight of her in your hand was comforting, familiar, like an old friend. The gun that had been with you the longest, had seen you through many fights and sub-sequential wins. You spun on your heel, aiming the barrel at your friend.

Ellie arched a brow, her body leaning back slightly, though she didn’t flinch.

“This one's my favorite.” You explained, voice casual.

“Okay, well, do you mind pointing it somewhere other than my head?”

You clicked your tongue, lowering your arm.

“Relax. I know my way around a gun. If I wanted to shoot you I would’ve done it already.”

She tipped her head.

“Yeah, I know. I've seen the proof with my own eyes, very recently, in fact.”

Her words landed heavier than you were sure she meant them to. You placed Jezebel back on the rack, your smirk faltering. The blood still on your body suddenly felt far too vulgar.

“Right. My bad.” You muttered.

Ellie’s gaze lingered on the gun for a moment too long, a little too sharp and scrutinizing.

“I agree with the sentiment; he shouldn’t have been allowed back out there.” She said, finally. “Although your choice of disposal method was a little...” She trailed off, her eyes flicked up to you, narrowing faintly as they met yours.

“Crazy?” You finished for her. “I thought it was pretty humane, myself.”

Her eyes flickered as she took you in, softer than how she’d regarded your gun, but with that same sharp glint.

“I don’t think you’re crazy.” She spoke, voice low and rumbling. “I think you’re... real. Not like all the other fuckers in this town. They’re all pretending. With you,” she tipped her head. “You get what you see.”

Her words struck something deep in you, a ripple beneath the surface. You licked your lips, unsure of how to respond. You wondered what she thought she saw, as you stood there in the middle of your barricaded room, surrounded by painted weaponry and drenched in dried blood. You felt anything but real.

“Joel certainly doesn’t agree.” You said, deflecting. That smirk crept back onto your lips. “I’m surprised he even let you over here, considering how dangerous he deems me.”

Ellie let out a small laugh, tight around the edges.

“Actually, he thinks I’m sleeping.” She admitted. Her smile pressed her lips a little too thin to be deemed as amused. It almost looked like a grimace.

“Wow, Els. You know I love a rebel.” You pushed off the desk behind you.

“Shut up.” She muttered, her tone lacking bite.

You sauntered over to the bed.

“No seriously. He thinks you’re being a good girl, catching an early night. But really, you’re in here with me. Totally hot.” You stood over her, mocking smile on your lips.

“You’re trying to dirty talk me with your victim's blood still all over you? Nice.” Ellie said, gazing up at you, heavy eyes not matching her nonchalant bravado.

“Trying?” You pouted, leaning down, your voice dropping lower.

You brought a hand up, trailed a finger along the side of her neck, light as a whisper. Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly, those eyes flickering.

“I know my words affect you, Ellie. I know you’ve been thinking about what I said in the barn all day. I know that’s why you couldn’t sleep.” You cupped her chin. “That’s why you’re here – with a murderer, instead of safe in your bed.” You murmured, fingers brushing her jaw.

She blinked, hands clasping onto the edge of your bed like she was unsure of what to do with them, but she didn’t pull away.

“You’re not a murderer.” She said, voice soft but sure. Her eyes bore into yours, genuine, glazed. The moment pressed into you, filling the hollow spaces inside your chest with something raw.

You knew her words affected you too. Made you feel things. She made you feel things. It was so different to the usual swimming numbness, roaring fires, howling nothing that ate you up inside. It felt good.

You wanted her to make you feel good.

Your lips fell onto hers.

They met briefly, tentative at first, testing the waters. The moment hung in the air, suspended by her hesitation – a fleeting pause passed as your breaths mingled, warm and electric. Then, she gave in. Her lips molded to yours, soft, setting a rhythm that stole the air from your lungs. The heat coursing between you was palpable, a parching current sparking across every nerve.

Her hands slid up the sides of your thighs, slow and deliberate, igniting a primal hunger deep in your core. You clutched at her hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as you pressed harder into her, chasing her like an ocean wave crashing into the shore. Her grip tightened on your hips, dragging you down onto her frame, aligning your bodies so there was no space between you. The way your mouths moved together felt instinctual, your lips slipping and gliding over each other like silky coy in a crystal pond.

Her legs were warm beneath you, arms wrapping around your back, and you melted into her, chest to chest. Fire engulfed your body and stole your breath – not like the wild, reckless heat of rage and adrenaline. It was steady, consuming, searing away every doubt, every thought.

Ellie’s tongue grazed your top lip, velvety, but maddeningly firm. A shiver tore through you, your back arching, and your hand clutched at her jaw as you bit into her softly. She sighed, breath trembling out in an almost-whimper. She deepened the kiss; her teeth scraped your bottom lip in return before she pulled it between her own and suckled gently.

Then, she slid her lips to your jaw, to the hollow beneath, leaving a trail of warmth. You dragged in a shallow breath as she sucked at your neck, the pull of her mouth sending a delicious ache straight to your core. Your blood pounded through you, thick and hot, and all you could smell was her, all you could taste was her.

Her breath was uneven, shaky, the sound stoking the yearning pooling low in your abdomen. When her teeth sank into the sensitive flesh below your ear, your control splintered. A low moan tumbled from your mouth, as you ground your hips into hers, seeking any relief from the unbearable tension curling inside you.

Ellie’s whispered your name thickly, such devotion in her tone that it may as well have been a prayer. Her voice alone unravelled something deep within you. She turned her face up, lips capturing yours again, enough bite in her kiss to set your heart thumping. The friction was driving you crazy, every swipe of your hips only growing your frustration at the muffled sensation. It wasn’t enough, you needed to feel her touch you.

You pulled back, one hand still caging her face, your other tightening the grip in her hair.

Ellie’s gazed fixed on you, panting softly, her plump lips reddened and black pupils eating up the green. You wanted her to consume you, spit you out something different, something whole.

You released her just long enough to reach down and grab the hem of your shirt, dragging it over your head in one fluid motion. When you met her eyes again, her gaze wasn’t on your face. Her breathing faltered, chest rising and falling unevenly, her hands slackening on your hips. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she shifted below you.

“Touch me.” You murmured, guiding her hands to your tits. “Here.”

Ellie swallowed thickly, fingers tensing around you as they settled on your bare skin. She leaned in, lips brushing your collarbone in featherlight kisses. Your hand trailed up the back of her neck and into her silky hair again. She caressed the skin she found with her tongue, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, and squeezing the mounds in her hands. Her mouth moved higher, leaving damp trails up the low curve of your neck, her tongue teasing. She swiped a thumb over your nipple and you arched into her, body trembling like a live wire. Your stomach clenched, anticipation tingling through you.

You felt alive.

You reached up and caught her chin between your fingers, forcing her to look at you again. You couldn’t get enough of her hungry eyes, suffered expression.

“Touch me here.” You murmured, dragging her tattooed arm downward. Her palm brushed your stomach, her fingertips skimming over the waistband of your shorts before you guided them lower. She sighed out, free hand clutching your hip in a crushing grip as you brought her palm to cup your throbbing cunt.

“Are you sure?” Ellie asked, voice gravelly.

“Please.” You breathed.

The single word seemed to shatter any hesitation. Her fingers rubbed firmly against you through the fabric of your shorts, the pressure making you exhale sharply. She slanted her lips onto yours roughly, teeth clashing, all heat and desperation. You kissed messily, wide-mouthed, as her fingers pressed into the spot you needed her most.

Your body crumpled, falling past her face, further into her as pleasure writhed through your abdomen.

“You gonna take those off, pretty girl?” Ellie rasped, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You could only moan in response, rocking into her fingers, chasing the friction. Lust captured your mind – you couldn’t think, your thoughts a tangle of need.

She stopped, to your dismay, sliding her hands down to your thighs. She rolled you to the side, onto your back with ease.

“I know what you want, you don’t need to tell me.” Ellie’s hands latched onto your waistband, snapped open the buttons there. “Besides, you don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you.” She murmured, voice rumbling.

The sound of rustling fabric filled the air as she slid your shorts down your legs. Her hands, strong and sure, gripped your hips – pushing you higher up the bed as she crawled over you. When her body settled against yours again, she kissed you, sucking your bottom lip into her warm mouth. Her hips rested between your open thighs.

She broke away, tugging your lip between her teeth. You gasped for air, trembling and she’d barely even touched you yet. Her hand toyed with the hem of your panties. She stared down at you, and it felt different than when others did it. She didn’t look at you with disgust or terror. She wanted you. You could see it in her eyes. A stray lock of her hair tickled your cheek. You took her in, her thick brows, chiselled face, the freckle below her eye. She bit her lip, teasing fingers finally delving beneath your underwear and stilling.

“You want it?” She breathed down at you.

“Please.” You begged, eyes shuttering. You ached to feel her hands on you, in you, wrecking you until you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

“Oh, so you do have manners.” She teased, fingers dipping into your folds, slow and unhurried.

Your brows knitted together in frustration, and you scowled at her.

“I’m kidding, don’t punch me.” She said, humor edging her tone.

Her teasing fingers caressed your pussy everywhere but your needy clit, skating around the flushed flesh around it. Your breath caught in your throat as you swallowed down a moan, the mounting tension in your core unbearable.

Her head nudged into your neck, warm lips sucking at the sensitive skin there while her fingers continued their agonizingly slow exploration. You felt like you were going to explode. You debated going back for your gun, making her touch you where you wanted. Your hands knotted into her hair, yanking her face back to yours. Your lips smashed together, teeth grazing hers in a hungry kiss. You pulled her closer, biting down on her plush top lip just hard enough to make her hiss.

Ellie drew a finger up your slit, brushing over the throbbing bud at its apex. A tremor shot through you. Up and down, she dragged wetness up to your clit with light, slick strokes that made you writhe beneath her.

“I just like hearing you beg.” She whispered, low and dangerous, smiling onto your mouth.

“I’m about to beat your ass.” You ground out, clenching around nothing as her finger dipped to your entrance again.

She chuckled softly before finally pressing her finger to your clit, drawing tight, slow circles. Relief surged through you, followed by a rush of white-hot pleasure.

Your head tipped back, neck arching as fire burst through your stomach. Your hips lifted, chasing the feeling. Her mouth found yours again, swallowing the groans spilling from your lips.

You couldn’t focus on her mouth. Couldn’t focus on anything but the rhythm of her fingers and the heat of her atop you. Your vision swam, breaths turning ragged. Her bicep flexed with her movements, and you snapped a hand onto it, nails digging into the firm muscle as waves of pleasure rippled through you.

Ellie pressed harder, winding her fingertip, churning your insides.

It felt better than you'd even imagined. To have someone on you – Ellie on you – touching you like this, so close you could barely tell where you ended and she began. You sank into the feeling, let your body react with instinct like it did when you were fighting, when you were running, when you weren't thinking – just living. When you didn't have to be a person.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to remind yourself to breath. Moans burst from your chest, everything burned, throbbed, tingled with sparks that sent tears to your eyes.

“Man, you look like you’re gonna come already.” She hummed huskily, edged with something dark and wanting.

You panted, brain whirring like a record. You couldn’t get a word out between your moans and the jumbled soup of your mind. Just her, her warmth, her eyes, her smell, her hands.

You groaned.

“Gotta wait, baby. Want you to cum on my mouth.” Ellie slurred, hips pressing into you, into the hand at your sopping cunt. Her breath trembled.

You sighed as her fingers left you, body freezing. She pulled back, gaze molten as she slid your panties down and off. Ellie dropped to her knees, pulling your trembling legs over her shoulders. Her hands trailed down your thighs, devouring the sight before her with starving green eyes.

She didn’t tease you this time, just dove right in. Her mouth descended on you, licking up in broad strokes, sucking your pussy into her silken mouth. You gripped her head, pushing her face into you. She moaned, lips finding your swollen clit. Your breath hitched.

She pursed her lips around it, kissing like she had done your mouth. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, stomach clamping down like she did around your clit. She sucked roughly, lifting her tongue to caress circles onto the bundle of nerves.

You cried out, shifting to wrap your fingers onto the forearm that was twisting around your thigh in an effort to hold you down. She moaned against you again, the vibration igniting sparks that shot up your spine. The heat inside you blazed, coiling and coiling like a stone in the center of your abdomen.

Ellie’s eyes flicked up to you, watching as she ruined you with her mouth. Your head wrenched back into the bed, and you couldn’t fill your lungs. The rhythmic flick of her tongue and her face pushing into you overtook everything but your heartbeat, thundering like a bird's wings. Your hips bucked into her, and her arm pressed down harder, caging you beneath her strong frame, her writhing tongue.

Fingers teased at your entrance, brushing just enough to make you whimper.

“This okay?” She asked, voice rough and breathless.

You just nodded, your body arching into her touch.

Her fingers plunged in, filled you up to her knuckles. You clenched around her, the feeling of her inside you heavenly. Ellie worked her fingers slowly at first, curling up to press against the spot that made you sob.

She sucked on your clit, pulling back with a wet pop.

“Bet the whole town can hear you crying for me.” She rasped, breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before she fastened her mouth back onto your clit, her tongue flicking in rapid, maddening stokes. Her fingers pumped into you, the slick sound of it mingling with your ragged breathing and the groans spilling from your lips.

You whimpered as the ball in your abdomen tightened, strained so taut it ached. Your head tingled, your vision sparkled behind your eyelids.

“Ellie.” You chanted her name, the only word your mind could conjure, over and over. The coil snapped, and your body arched violently as the world dissolved into white-hot pleasure. Waves of ecstasy wracked your body, every muscle trembling, her mouth and fingers wringing every last tremor from you. Your legs locked around her head, and she didn’t stop, didn’t falter. She worked you through it, lapping up your juices, fingers wringing you dry. You couldn’t hold in the noises spewing from your open mouth as lightning shot through you, fogging up your mind, unrelenting until the pleasure became too much.

When she finally pulled away, your body was still twitching, your breaths shallow and sharp. Ellie climbed back over you, chin glistening, cheeks flushed.

“You good?” She murmured.

You hummed weakly, looking up at her through bleary eyes. She was so beautiful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy, your mind quieter than it had been in years. You sighed.

Ellie smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips before rolling onto her side next to you.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to do anything for me. I know you’re tired.” She spoke; tone tight with something unsaid. “Besides, your head’s covered in blood. It’s pretty gross.”

You scoffed, your lips curling.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not used to blood. And don’t pretend your pussy isn’t pounding in your panties.” Your voice dropped low, teasing, as you turned to her. “I bet you’re soaked.”

Her cheeks blossomed pink. She diverted her gaze to the ceiling, lips thinning.

“Shut up.” She mumbled, softly, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

You leaned in closer, your gaze sharp and unrelenting.

“No?”

“No.” Her sigh was soft but resolute, though the tension in her jaw gave her away.

Your lips twitched at her stubbornness. You could see the cracks forming in her façade.

You reached over, hand ghosting at her waistband. Before you could grab hold, her fingers wrapped around your wrist in a vice-like grip. Her eyes snapped to yours, finally.

“Quit it.”

You tilted your head, closing the distance between you until your face was inches from hers. You needed to know the source of her hesitance, why she seemed so bashful all of a sudden.

“You really want me to stop?” You asked.

Her fingers loosened fractionally. She stared at you, her guard faltering for just a moment, before her gaze dropped to your lips then back up.

Ellie said nothing, the silence between you thick. You slotted your lips between hers, saved her from the intimacy of your stare. Her lips parted under yours, tentative yet eager. Her hand slid from your wrist, a silent signal of consent. You didn’t hesitate, slipping your fingers under her waistband, down until you found the drenched patch in her underwear. Lower until your fingers ghosted over the hot throbbing between her slick folds.

She sighed, trembling into your mouth.

You bit back your grin. You kissed her deeper, pushing her lips apart with your tongue, letting your finger trail up to her puffy clit. She jumped, breath huffing onto your chin. You pressed down harder, pinning the nub beneath your finger, and stilled. Her teeth grazed your lip. You could feel the blood beating to her clit.

Ellie’s hand slid up your back, nails biting into your flesh hard enough to sting.

“What? I don’t have to do anything right?”

“Ugh, you’re such a bitch.” She mumbled, voice strained.

“You were so confident earlier. Now look at you.” You smirked, nose brushing against hers. “So desperate.”

Her hips rocked softly, grinding your finger into her cunt. She moaned.

“I bet you went home, got in bed, and thought about fucking me.” You murmured into her mouth.

Her eyelashes fluttered, hips rolling faster now, breath puffing out edged with whispered moans.

“Always think about fucking you.” She choked out.

You hummed in satisfaction.

“And I bet you thought about my hands too. All over you, inside you. Right after you watched them end someone.” You began to rub at her clit, felt her tense beneath you. “You’re disgusting.” You whispered teasingly, turning your face to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Fuck.” She sighed out, brows knitting together. She bit her bruised bottom lip, whine building in her chest. You quickened your pace, whirling your fingers around her clit until that whine broke free, raw and needy. Her mouth opened wide, nails scraping down your back, leaving burning scratches in their wake. You wanted her to mark you, claim you, leave bruises and scrapes that wouldn’t heal for weeks. A reminder of the moment – the connection.

“You did, didn’t you?” You pressed, smirking. “You thought about me and you touched yourself. That’s why your pussy was already so ruined. That’s why you didn’t want me to see.”

Ellie squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a tight huff. You slowed your movements, enough to make her squirm.

“Do you ever get tired of being such a know-it-all?” She muttered weakly, frustration warring with the need written all over her face.

You met her jade eyes, dilated and glassy. You pressed a kiss to her mouth.

“Tell me.” You murmured, brushing your cheek against hers, your voice coaxing her toward confession.

Her jaw flexed, teeth grinding together as she fought the words for a moment.

Finally, she conceded, voice small.

“Yeah, I did.”

You smile was triumphant as you sped back up, your fingers rolling around her bud harshly until her body arched into you. The guttural sound that tore from her throat made your mind swim with arousal. Her eyes rolled back, hips jerking against your hand as she gasped your name, her voice breaking. The sound of her wetness filled the space between you, obscene and undeniable. It sent a pulse of heat straight through you, a visceral need to taste her building with every shaky breath she took.

“Did it feel good?” You asked, voice low, the question laced with intent.

Ellie nodded, stiffly.

“Ah, fuck.” She breathed, hand snapping up onto your wrist as if to steady herself – or to keep you there. Her body rocked as she rode your fingers, moaning lowly.

You tilted your head.

“Did it feel as good as me?”

Ellie’s breath caught, a faint tremor running through her as she shook her head.

“No, no.” She whimpered. “Fuck, don’t stop, y/n.”

You nibbled along her jaw, savoring the way her skin felt under your lips, the faint salt of her sweat mingling with the heat radiating from her.

“But I want to taste you.” You murmured, head dipping to graze her pulse point.

She groaned, a sound that rumbled from deep in her chest.

“Don’t you want to feel my mouth all over your pussy?” You pressed, lips brushing her ear.

She panted, eyes meeting yours again – dark and hazy.

“Yeah.” She whispered.

Something about the way she was looking at you made your stomach flutter. It was addictive, as dangerous as any intoxicant. It clawed at the edges of your mind, darkness seeping into the arousal encompassing you. No one had ever looked at you like that. Not just lust but something deeper, something you knew you shouldn’t crave but couldn’t resist. It sent warning lights flashing in your brain – dread and the small, skittering urge to flee.

But not enough to make you stop.

You slipped your hand from Ellie’s panties, the heat still buzzing on your fingertips. Without breaking your entwined gaze, you brought your glossy fingers to her lips, brushing her wetness over them. Her breath hitched, eyes growing heavy as her lips parted as if in reflex.

Bending lower, you licked a slow, deliberate stripe across her lips, tasting her. Then you captured them in your own. Her hand gripped your ass, desperate and hungry, pulling you closer as her tongue slid against yours. Your fingers grasped her jaw, tilting her face to deepen the kiss.

Your hand traced down her front, trembling slightly as it met the bottom edge of her shirt. You slid it up, the fabric rising to reveal her toned stomach. She arched her back in silent permission before leaning up, to help you tug the shirt over her head. She sunk back onto the bed, the movement sending a ripple through her chest – her soft, perky tits swaying. You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your belly.

You lowered your head, worked her neck first, careful not to leave marks where people could see. You continued down to the fleshy mounds of heat over her heart. Her chest pushed into you with each breath, as you kissed down the center of her boobs. You turned to the one closest, pressed a kiss to the curve, drawing your mouth up. You fit your mouth over her nipple, tongue swirling, lips tightening to suck before you let your teeth graze the sensitive bud lightly. Her thighs clenched together, a soft whimper escaping her as her hands fumbled to pull you closer.

You were growing impatient now, needed to hear more of those pretty sounds spilling from her again. You rose, hands finding the button of her jeans. A flick, a tug, and they slid down her legs, over her feet, bringing her panties with them. The sight of her bare skin, flushed and glistening, made your pulse thunder in your ears.

Settling back down on the bed, you reached for her, gripping her waist and guiding her on top of you. Her thighs framed your hips, the heat between them resting on your abdomen. Ellie stared down at you, hands tangling with yours.

“Sit on my face.” You breathed, low and ragged.

Her brows lifted, a flicker of uncertainty. But the glint of starving desire in her green eyes was undeniable as they found your mouth. She licked her lips, slowly.

“Yeah?”

You quirked your face, stomach tingling at her playful hesitation.

“Get up here.” You ordered, releasing her fingers to grip her hips firmly, and tugging.

She shuffled forward on her knees and you slid your arms beneath her, thighs brushing against your shoulders before they settled on either side of your cheeks.

“Know what you’re doing down there?” Ellie asked, her voice dipping back into that familiar, teasing lilt.

You ignored her, didn’t rise to the bait. You had something to prove now, mind urging to drag her tone back into those begging whimpers. Your eyes wandered, dazed at the view of her above you. The soft, glistening pink of her pussy, flushed with arousal, framed by her strong thighs. Her toned stomach flexed as she steadied herself, and above that, her tits, rising and falling with gentle breaths. Your gaze lingered on her face, her teasing demeanor flickering just slightly as your teeth snagged your lip, your craving written across your features.

Your hands smoothed up the back of her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh before sliding to her plump ass, tugging her down to your hungry mouth.

Ellie lowered herself gently despite your urging fingers, pressed herself onto your lips. Her weight hesitant at first, testing, until your tongue swept out and slathered through her folds. Her breath hitched audibly, hips twitching in response.

You found her clit, latched onto it, sucking hard – and her control cracked.

A low hum escaped her, her eyelids fluttering closed as her hands came down to wrap into your hair. Her fingers tugged lightly, a silent plea. You flattened your tongue over your lip, working it in slow circles.

Her first moan was soft, breathy. You quickened your movements, tongue gliding against her with perfect precision until her moans deepened, her hips rolling as she sank harder onto your mouth.

You felt every shift of her body, her thighs quivering against your cheeks, the weight of her becoming less cautious, more desperate. The tangy taste of her filled your mouth, your senses consumed entirely by her. You could do this forever, you realized.

“Mmmh, fuck.” Ellie groaned, low and husky. Her brows drew together, her lips parting as she bit down onto the inside of her cheek.

You landed a soft smack to her ass, a silent warning not to muffle the noises you earned. She sucked in a gasp, the soft sound cutting through the room. Your other hand tightened on her thigh, pulling her down even closer, burying yourself between her legs. The pressure of her against you was intoxicating.

You suctioned onto her clit again, rolling the bud between your lips, darting your tongue up to flick at it. Her fingers tore at your hair now, growing louder, rawer as her hips jerked.

“Oh, god, y/n.” Ellie moaned out, voice littered with silent surprise, the taunting leeched from her features – replaced with the deep etchings of roiling bliss.

You couldn’t help but grin against her flesh as she whimpered, her resolve breaking entirely. Her head tipped back, chest arching, the muscles in her stomach flexing, clenching down.

You lifted your fingers to her cunt, drove them inside, curling them deep and massaging. To your delight – her response was immediate. Her mouth gaped, eyes rolling back as she doubled over slightly, a ragged, unfiltered moan tearing from her throat. She planted a hand above your head on the bed, struggling to keep herself up, the other still tugging at your hair.

Ellie’s movements grew frantic, her hips stuttering against your mouth as she ground herself deeper onto you. Every noise she made – every moan, every gasp, every whimper – spurred you on. They crawled higher and higher, as you breathed in her scent, let her taste invade you. Your arms burned from the effort, your jaw ached, but you refused to stop.

You kept up your brisk pace, her thighs clenching around your head, twitching violently. Her face twisted in a perfect blend of pleasure and euphoria, her features scrunching up as her body trembled above you. She grew dangerously heavy atop you with each crashing wave of her climax, like she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. The raw intensity of her surrender sent a thrill coursing through you, electrifying every nerve as you soaked in the sight, the sounds, the feel of her unraveling for you completely. Her voice broke as she choked out your name again, so loud, tangled in between curses and mewled moans.

You held her through it, your fingers and tongue coaxing her gently as the tension drained from her body, shuddering out of her with tight breaths before she finally sagged above you.

Ellie eased herself off you with shaking limbs, collapsing onto the bed beside you. She lay sprawled on her back, chest heaving, sweat glistening over her naked form.

“Holy shit.” She muttered between breaths, voice thick and hoarse. “That’s... definitely one way to shut you up.”

You flicked your eyes to her, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a lazy smile growing on your face. Rolling onto your side, you draped an arm over her waist.

“You’re welcome.”

Ellie turned her head, her eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah, that was way better than masturbating.”

You scoffed a laugh.

And then, there was nothing but the weight of the room, the quiet, tangled mess of your aching bodies and thoughts. You rested your head on her chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat as it slowed – mighty in only the daring it took to keep on beating in a world like this. Because hearts weren’t strong at all. They were weak, and easily snuffed. And the feelings they leached made you weak too.

The world around you snapped back into focus, and with it the freezing chill of reality. The painted walls, and hanging stars, and trinkets you’d picked up on your travels through beastly cities and beastly people. You sniffed, shifting, trying to clear the bitter haze.

Your rack of secret weapons drew your gaze. Dark and heavy, sizzling in the air.

“The only thing real in here. Stars and colors paint pretty pictures. Comics and collections and records are easy to hide inside. Are you where you’re supposed to be, my girl?”

The voice flittered around the room. You stiffened. His voice... his voice...

Came to you in important moments. A noose or a stinging scratch... a whispered warning. Reminders. In moments too thick, to palpable, to sharp – important moments, things to take note of.

You sat up.

“Don’t fall asleep. Jesse’s gonna come and get you for patrol tomorrow and you won’t be in your room.” You muttered to the slackening girl beneath you.

She groaned; a sound laced with exhaustion now.

“Are you gonna make me climb out the window?”

The amusement her words roused in you made your chest pang. Life felt almost... easy with her. Normal.

You wished you could be normal. Wished you could be someone who woke up untethered, not bridled to the blistering truths you knew, the blistering truths you had to uphold.

“No.” You replied, quietly.

You got up, found your discarded clothes scattered around the floor. All dark, for blending with shadows. All tight, to reduce the risk of snagging, of catching. All stained. All smelling rusty and cracking with the dried promise of the end – the dried promise of no tomorrows.

“Did you tell Jesse where my barn was?” The question fell out – casual despite the heft you felt beneath.

“Uh, no. Just that you had a barn. He probably looked in a couple before he found us.” Ellie explained, tugging her jeans back on.

Your eyes roamed over your weapons again.

The thought of Maria’s ‘next steps’ made your stomach tighten.

There was no way she wouldn’t kick you for the hills. The woman was too passive – gave too many chances, left her town too scantily guarded. But there was no way she couldn’t see you.

Inside the body of the young girl you inhabited – a helpful guise. She hadn’t noticed you beneath the surface at first, thinking of you as you’d trained her to. Traumatized, alone, in need of saving. In need of a warm bed and a supportive community.

No, you had only been in need of a reprieve. You’d found it. But things slipped through the cracks, you could only soften yourself for so long. The you beneath was hungry and unsettled. The things outside the walls were waiting, calling – needed you to return to them. You needed it too. That man was a reminder.

That man, who had stolen food and weapons one too many times. And the too-passive woman had sent his ass for the gates.

She could see you now, you knew. You had popped someone in front of the whole town. And she had spied your reflection in his pooling blood. She’d found his ghost in your eyes; she’d found your burning in that bullet.

“Are you gonna have to move your safe house now?” Ellie’s low voice reached you, cutting through the darkening haze of your mind.

You blinked at her. The sinking feeling in your gut turning into something cold and solid.

“I don’t know.” You said.

The day was snapping together behind you, each moment falling into place like an ugly, jagged puzzle. The truth was starting to surface and you were beginning to realize something.

You had long overstayed your welcome in this town. You weren’t built for places like this. You weren’t made for it.

Your fingers traced the edge of your bookshelf absently, tapping the wood. You swallowed, tightened your fingers on its battered side. You pulled it from the door, the sound of it scraping the wooden floor a grating rumble. You reached for the freezing handle of the door it revealed, pulled it open. The abyss behind the door beckoned, swirled, waited.

Ellie came up behind you, her soft fingers brushing against yours as she caught your hand.

“You okay?” She asked softly, the hum of concern in her voice digging under your skin.

Your eyes breezed over her awaiting face, her swollen lips, the mess of her short, tawny hair. She was perfect in her simplicity. You wondered what she saw as she looked at you, standing in the middle of the thing disguised as your room, after a night of consuming disguised as connection. You wondered what she thought you looked like.

“I’m… I don’t know how long I’ll be here, Ellie.” You tried – a creeping warning. A foreboding reminder.

“What?” Her brows furrowed – but not in confusion.

Maybe she couldn’t see you yet. But still, she knew too, you knew she knew – your actions couldn’t be excused by the people of this town.

“Maria doesn’t want me to stay here.” You lied, like a coward.

She paused, her gaze steady on your face.

“What did she say?” Ellie asked, voice hard.

“It doesn’t matter. You saw what happened today-”

She cut you off with a loud sigh, her frustration barely masked by the soft shake of her head.

“I’ll talk to her. She’s not just gonna kick you back out there.”

“Why not?” You shot back, too sharp.

Ellie’s face flickered, before settling. She smoothed her hand over your shoulder, the touch gentle, sending a warmth through you.

“Just get some sleep, it’ll be fine.”

You allowed yourself to look at her one last time. The assured set of her face. She was a determined thing.

You couldn’t imagine why she had taken to you. Why she, out of everyone, enjoyed the instability of your presence. Why she was so blinded by you.

You didn’t doubt she was the driving force behind your too-many-chances. But she’d be hard-pressed to convince Maria of your innocence in this one.

You just nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ellie said, dropping your fingers.

She walked from your room, disappeared down the hall, and for a second you thought she might have been one of those sickly, half-there things that scattered around the dark in your world. The things you found in shadows and old buildings and the corners of your mind.

But as you closed the door, fit the bookshelf back in its spot, and turned to the rumpled bed... as those scratches and marks heated your back - the only things keeping you warm now - you realized that Ellie was not the sickly, half-there thing.

You were.

You sank onto the bed as the night swirled around you. As people slept and dreamed and awaited a new day.

You watched the floor even as bangs broke into the silent air around. Even as things howled and that worn bookshelf rattled angrily. Crashes sounded in the home below you - the home that had never been yours.

this town can’t have you. you’re a sickness, a liar. you’ll ruin her. she’s dead already

You stood, walked toward your desk. You flicked your record player on, let the sound of your songs whir into the air. The only noise that didn’t taste like dust and rot.

You turned to your wall of weapons. As your fingers traced over Jezebel, something dark and bitter gnawed at you. Seeped into the pits of you, swirled around your head. Something like guilt.

Yes, it must have been guilt. For letting yourself hide in this town for so long.

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slashers reacting to being their bpd gn s/o's fave person?

rat chat: i really like this prompt, because i have a lot of stuff goin’ on up in my noodle, and i also experience the fave person phenomena to a high extent. so i relate to you, and i like that.

Slashers reacting to being the gn!reader’s favourite person | sfw |

featured slashers: billy lenz, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair

billy lenz :

billy wasn’t a stranger to obsessive tendencies. this man, at some point in his time of knowing you, watched you through holes in the ceiling and actively snuck out at night to stare at you sleeping. he knew what it was like to have someone you cherished more than anything in the world. it was a bit different, obviously, but he still related to what you were feeling.

there was a day when you had to sit down and explain it to him. it took him a bit to really chew on the words you were feeding him. he was your favourite? you wanted to always be around him? the things he did had that much impact on you? deep down, in the sicker parts of his psyche, he was elated. he wanted you to be reliant and obsessed with him, he wanted you to feel just like how he did. but, at the same time, your tone didn’t seem so chipper. he could tell it was something to tread carefully on, especially knowing that the things he did could effect you so deeply.

he was always at your disposal, so withdrawals weren’t much of a problem. the anxiety of him being away was always satiated within seconds, as he liked to stay close to you too. billy was always just a call away if you needed to be grounded and reassured he was there.

you would ask for praise from time to time, wanting to hear him say you were good and that he actually cared about you. this was a foreign concept to billy. how did you not know? he knew he didn’t say many coherent things, but even his disjointed ramblings were often worships to you. he always did what you asked tho. he’d praise you, and pepper your face in sloppy, wet kisses, and purr about how he’ll never leave you. in between his garbled noises, he’d mumble out compliments, and make sure you felt as happy as he did.

he was truly delighted to be so attached to you. the concept of bpd and having a “favourite person” might’ve been new and different, but at the end of the day, it only made him feel more comfortable with his own feelings. sometimes he felt like he was pathetic for being so clingy to you, and knowing that you, in some way or another, felt the same made him comforted.

there were some downsides. sometimes billy didn’t like being out and around people, and would coop himself up in the attic. he saw on those days how blue you’d get yourself, even without him doing anything. during those times, he’d draw you small pictures and write cat scratch notes, and slip them underneath doors as he glided through the house in complete silence. it was just reminders that he did love you, even when he needed his own space.

he just really cares about you. and is happy to know that he is so cared for as well.

thomas hewitt :

thomas has no real knowledge of mental illnesses. that’s not to say he hasn’t experienced it, he has his own issues, and his whole family is riddled with different disorders, but it’s never really been openly talked about.

that being said, when you went to him and explained it all, he picked up on the concept fairly quickly. sure, he didn’t understand all the bits and pieces being told to him, but he was really trying. he understood that you always wanted to be near him, and he could relate to that. it was something he had to get over himself, as he’d never really had a relationship like this before, and it made him over eager. he knew that his own mood could affect yours, whether he meant for it to or not. that was something he found easily maneuverable. he wasn’t the most enthusiastic guy, and you hadn’t minded before. he knew you needed lots of reassurance and praise, that you got anxious about him leaving easily. he was amazed you thought he’d be the one leaving you.

he fell into a routine quite quickly. he’d spend a little while longer in the morning cuddling you and squeezing you, his own way of saying he wanted to be with you. he kissed you lots whenever you two were alone, and always kept himself touching you somewhere. he liked making sure you knew he was there. he liked being present when he could.

tommy did have to leave during the days to go help his family with their exploits, and he always fretted over you before he left. he always lingered in his room, kissing over your face and reassuring you that he’d be back, that he’d miss you, that he couldn’t wait to be back. the second he’d get home, he’d pass right by his family (stopping at luda mae only because that was his mama) and go straight up to his room to see you again.

tommy liked bringing you trinkets and things. he liked giving you things that would remind you he’d be there. he didn’t want you to think he’d go anywhere. you were so special to him, and the idea of you being so reliant on him emotionally was new. but he liked it, somewhere inside of him. he liked knowing you were so vulnerable and open with him, and that you really were attached to him, and that he could provide you support he didn’t previously know you needed.

there were setbacks. tommy didn’t talk much, and so it was very hard for him to provide verbal reassurance. he remedied this by showing you lots of physical affection when you were both alone and away from the family. sometimes, when he was feeling particularly brave, he would utter a small “i love you”, and that always seemed to be enough to prove how much he cared about you. he didn’t talk to anyone, but you were different.

he just wanted to make you happy.

vincent sinclair :

vincent had a soft centre. on the outside, he was this large, brooding, empty eyed man, but on the inside he was filled with lavender and vanilla. he was always very understanding of your own habits and coping mechanisms, whether they made sense to him or not. as long as you sat him down and explained it to him, he made sure to be good and provide support where he could.

the idea of a favourite person resonated deep with vincent. wasn’t that how he felt about you…? whenever you were away from him, even in the other room he felt sick. he’d push his cheeks into your palms, and make you kiss him and promise him you’d never leave. it was something you both seemed to be working on. there was a mutual obsession, or a reliance on each other emotionally that you both had to navigate.

him relating made it easier for both of you, as it brought forth a conversation of what to do. the solution was simple. just do what you’ve been doing. you two spent as much time together as possible, vincent not liking when you strayed too far, scared his brother might devour you.

he didn’t talk much, but he when you were both alone and curled up, he’d speak in soft, raspy tones, whispering about how much he loved and cared about you. every time you left his workshop to go and prepare food or clean up a waxy mess spilled onto your front, you’d come back and be met with vincent fretting over you and making sure you were ok.

he didn’t show his emotions much, so it wasn’t hard for him to keep his worser feelings inside for your own good. he knew that sometimes when he let it slip that he was upset, he’d see you change, and slip into the same dreary feelings. he’d be quick to reassure you he was ok, and you’d do the same. alone, you two were almost sickeningly sweet with each other. out in the real world, outside of his studio, you two tried to stay neutral and appropriate. bo already teased vincent enough, you didn’t want to add more.

it was actually vincent that tended to have issues. he didn’t like the feeling of anxiety he got when he saw you sad. sometimes you’d be missing home, or upset that your art wasn’t going well, and he’d feel it shoot through his heart. he wanted to just take it all away and make it feel better. you always had to reassure him in those moments that there was nothing he could do, that sometimes you were just going to feel blue, and you’d let him rest his head in your lap while he calmed himself.

when you did have problems, it always came from his intense focus on his work. sometimes, without realizing it, he would ignore you for hours, and by the time he was pulled from his creative marathon, he’d see you dejected and alone in the corner. he’d always make sure to make it up to you, and have you sit on his lap while he praised you for being so good and patient. or, he’d simply have you come sit beside him while he worked, and he’d listen closely to you talk. he never really got tired of you filling the silence. either way, he’d always do something to make sure you knew you were his top priority. because you were.

over all, you two are a fairly good match.

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Ghost from your past {Creed III}

Adonis x wife! oc x onesided! Dame

Description: Spoilers for Creed 3. Jade, Adonis, and Dame were all friends when they were teenagers. However, things changed when they all grew apart. Adonis and Jade were able to rekindle their love for each other and even start a family, they get revisited by a ghost that they’ve been trying to forget about.

Authors note: I’m mentally ill for these men so I wrote more self indulgent shit. I’m gonna see how many chapters I can string out, it’s pretty weird that I’m going in reverse anyways but who cares.

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Jade sat in her window, staring out at the street.

It was about nine pm, and nothing good happens on the streets of LA past eight. But she was waiting for something, more like someone.

Just then, the lights of a car slowly pulled into view and stopped in front of her house. She grins, leaving her window seat to go downstairs. She tip-toed past her father sleeping on the couch and walked out the front door. She had to push open her gate so it wouldn’t make a loud noise if she punched in the code. Afterward, she ran up to the car and leaned in the roll-down window.

“What you sneakin' around for shawty?” Dame grins as he stared at the light skin girl. “I was just comin' by and seein if you were up. Don’t you got class in the morning?” “Both of y’all got class in the morning” She props her arm up on the window, glancing over at Adonis. He was always nervous to talk to her, even after all these years. “Hey Donnie, why so quiet?” The boy cleared his throat, shaking his head. “That’s funny coming from you. Didn’t you just start learning how to talk?”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Yeah, six years ago. Shut up. Where y’all rolling off to?” “My match,” Dame says proudly, tapping the bag that Adonis had on his lap. “I’m ready to win baby” “Ooh! Can I come? Please?” Jade smiles, leaning towards the back seat. “You said one day I can see your boxing matches, come on Dame!” “Nah Shawty” Jade frowns, her bottom lips forming into a pout. “Why not? C'mon, you promised!” “I know I did. I keep my promises baby, You’ll see me. Check it” Dame fully turns towards her, placing his hand on top of hers.

“You’ll see me, my face plastered everywhere. My name on them announcement posters like Mike Tyson, and, you’ll be there front row when I beat his ass. You and Donnie” Jade’s smile began to grow on her face. Her head cocked to the side, “You better not be lying. Because I still think it’s unfair that I can’t see you fight” Jade backed away from the car, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”

“Bet. The same spot as always” He nodded, putting the car in drive. “Now sneak back into your castle Rapunzel” Jade flipped Dame off before sneaking back into the gates, locking them behind her.

Adonis looked at Dame, nearly having stars in his eyes. “..Cause one day, I’m gonna save you” He pulled away from Jade’s house and went into the main road. “You like her?” Adonis asked, staring out the rearview mirror. “…Something like that.” Dame turns to his friend and grinned. “When I make it, I’ll do my thing with you, bro. Scoop out some ladies, then settle down with her.

I have it allll planned out”

“Come on Honey and Blue” Jade walked out with dry towels as the twins climbed out of the pool. She promised them that on the first warm day, they could do so, but it was drawing close to the sun setting. “Your dad is going to be home soon” Blue removes his goggles. “Will I get to show him my picture I made today?” “Of course, after you take a bath” Blue grins and ran into the house to a bathroom. Jade turns to her daughter, quiet like always. She signs to her.

‘What’s wrong?’

Honey glanced at her, shaking her head. She moved closer to her mother and leaned into her. Now she got it, she missed Adonis. That’s all. “Don’t worry, he’ll be home soon” Jade picks up the little girl and took her to the bathroom.

Hours passed and Adonis wasn’t home, it was weird. He would usually call if he was going to be at the gym late. She sat on the couch with the twins, watching Blue’s favorite Tv show while honey curled up next to her. The front door finally opened and Jade stood up. “I’ll be back, Blue watch your sister” “Okay mama”

Jade walked down the steps to the front door, her arms crossed. “And where were you?” Adonis turns towards her, a smile on his face. “Baby-“ “I called you multiple times Adonis. You had me worried sick!” Jade playfully smacked his arm. “You aren’t gonna believe who I ran into” Jade tilts her head, her eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Who?”

“Man…This place is nice…” Jade peered passed her husband, her arms dropping to her side and her eyes widened. “What’s up lil lady?” “Dame…?” He smiled, walking passed Adonis. “At least someone remembered me first. No bullshit” He held his arms out, looking at the woman. “What? No hug for me?” Jade had conflict in her eyes. “Yeah, of course!” She hugged the man, it was strange. Seeing him after all these years.

“And who are these little rascals?” Jade’s eyes snapped open and she pulled back from the hug. She turned around and stared at the twins who stood there, Honey held her brother’s hand who greeted the stranger with a hard unwelcoming stare. “Oh, Dame. These are the twins, Honey and Blue” “Twins…y’all had twins?” Dame crouched down to the height of the children, extending his hand. “Im Uncle Dame”

Blue looked at his parents, his glare didn’t falter. “You’ll have to forgive them. The twins aren’t too fond of strangers” Dame chuckled and stood back. “It’s cool, I would be lookin at a nigga weird if someone I aint know was in my house” Jade glanced at Adonis before walking over to the twins. “It’s bedtime babies, I’ll be up soon okay?” Jade moved Blue’s face gently to look at her. “Okay?”

“…okay” Blue took Honey’s hand and lead her to their shared bedroom.

“How is it possible that they both like you and Adonis? That’s just crazy” Dame turned back to the couple that stared awkwardly at him. “Dame, how have you been? Would you like some dinner?” “Oh please, I would love to” Dame took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack near the door. “I’ve been cool, Just got out. Tryin' to get my PO off my back” “That’s good…” Jade led the two men to the kitchen, and the chef was finishing up the meal. “Yeah, how have you been Jade?”

“I’ve been okay” Jade moved to put the plates on the table for the three of them. “Got your modeling career off the ground? I had all your shoots when I was in the pin” Jade sat beside her husband. “Did you? I always look at my early work and cringe a bit” “Nah, you still look as good as the last time I saw you” Dame watched as the chef poured the food onto his plate. “Private chef, glass floors…yall really went all Hollywood huh” Adonis chuckled and reached for his fork. “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

“No really, you guys don’t come around the hood no more.” Jade sighed as she picked with her food. “Nothing is for us there anymore. Times changed Dami” Dame smiled, pointing his fork at the girl. “Not long enough if you still callin' me Dami. It’s fine”

It was a long awkward silence, mainly on Jade and Adonis’s part. They didn’t know what to say to the man, he felt like a stranger again. The boy they grew up with, someone they just locked away and tried to forget about…he’s here in their house. “So, what do you plan on doing now that you’re out?” “I want to get back in the game” Jade rose her eyebrow. “The game…As in boxing?” Dame smiled. “Yeah, Adonis promised to put me on”

Jade side-eyes her husband quickly. “Did he…” “I told him I’ll see what I can do” Adonis corrected them, stuffing his face full of food. “Okay,” Jade pushed her plate away. She suddenly lost her appetite but she decided to look at the two men. “You know you can always come to us if you need something” “You don’t need to worry about me, Jade. I’ll get it all together” Jade stood up and gave Dame another hug before going upstairs to check on the kids.

Jade sat on the edge of the bed biting her thumb, she couldn’t sleep. She was on edge, her heart ridden with guilt. The door creaked open and she turned her head, Adonis stood in the doorway. “Hey,” He came over and sat beside her, leaning his head on her shoulder. “God I feel so horrible” She mutters quietly. “I stopped writing him a few years ago around the time me and you were getting together, I just couldn’t-“ “Hey, Hey” He grabbed her shoulders, making Jade look at him.

“It’s not your fault…You did more than me” Adonis kissed her forehead. “I never even got any of his letters.” Jade took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright…What did you promise him?” Adonis rubbed the back of his head. “Dame wants a shot in the world league to get the belt” “What?” Jade said astonishingly. “We’re getting old, even you are retired! Dame wouldn’t even have a shot against half those young guys now” “Way to have faith in him” Adonis chuckled. “Faith? I’m being real.” “The man said he kept himself in shape, so we can see”

Jade fell backward on their bed, sighing. “Just…Don’t do anything you’ll regret. You…We don’t owe him that much just because we knew him” Adonis stared at his wife as she pulled the blanket on herself. “At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. I’m gonna come by the gym tomorrow to see so myself” Adonis kissed her forehead, stroking her face. “It’s going to be okay…I’m going to check on the kids” Jade snuggled deeper into the blanket. “Mhm…Okay”

Jade tried to fall into a deep sleep, but her thoughts couldn’t help but linger on her old friend. I don't owe him anything, she tried to convince herself. He made that decision by himself, she reminded. But god, it didn’t help her from feeling less bad.

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