#woah Ellie you get to have two skins

[letterboard-fantasy]

OC Crossover Series | Masterlist

I've been thinking about this for a while but I've always wanted to have an OC crossover series, where each of my IDV OCs gets a skin based on a different OC of mine,,, so this is where I'm keeping track of that lmao

they'd be like shop skins, separate from essences and packages. Jus their own thing. [So different from Six and Tower, who have accompanying characters]

Survivors:

Yami Kazuichi - Roxwell Ablex [Beta IDV OC]

Kurai - Majin Di-Heartle [Non-Fandom Variant]

Amy Kazuichi - Buttons [DHMIS Variant]

Bianca Hightower - Coin [Game AU]

Maisie Cameron - Chiaki Reyes [TWST Variant]

Halo and Nyx - Lydia Alice [Beta IDV OC]

Allison Hailey - Shiine Mitsuki [Beta IDV OC]

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Hunters:

Elizabeth Driftwood - Scout Wright [Non-Fandom Variant] | Mary Ivy [Beta IDV OC]

Cosmo Rose - Ghost Pirate Edith [TWST Variant]

Basil Vines - May Di-Heartle [Non-Fandom Variant]

[millersfinest]

two truths & a lie | e.w

tlou!ellie williams & tlou!reader

wc: 5.1k

blurb: the three run-ins you had with your favorite person didn’t always end in good form: the two times a truth was told, and the one time a lie was made (out of order). but, hey, it was all in good faith, right?

warnings: angsty teenager!ellie and reader, cat beef, vulgar language, friends to lovers, lots of exposition, holidays mentioned but barely focused, fluff, mentioning of drugs and alcohol, lots and LOTS of corny lovey stuff.

note: i genuinely love writing sweet ellie, i feel like there’s not enough of her for my liking. please enjoy, little ellie williams!! ps. this was already long enough, so i left out the new year’s party. if you wanna see that… let me know ;D

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I

The thick rubber soles of your boots creeped along the wooden floors of your friends’ lodgings. A lamp dimly lit up the corner of the room, but it’s warm brightness didn’t spread far. The closer you shifted toward her bed, the darker it got. Light poles from the street, and the moon, illuminating the side of her fatigued freckled face.

Lightly, you sat on the edge of her mattress, leaning over her. Before your fingers danced along her shoulder, to wake her—you admired her daintily scarred features. The strip of missing hair in her eyebrow, a scar. The freckles dusted along her skin, reflecting the stars in the sky. It made sense why she loved astronomy so much; she was the personification of it.

“Ellie. Ellie, wake up.” You shook her, gently.

Instead of stirring, she jolted awake. Green eyes snapping open, reaching for your forearm with a vice-like grip. Noises of fear falling from her dry lips. “Woah… Hey, it’s just me.” You placed your hand over hers, caressing her fingers. “S’Just me.”

She sat up against her pillows, sighing. “What the hell are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Ellie rubbed her eyes, sleepily.

“You left your window unlocked.” You state, plainly. “Pack a bag— we’re sneaking out.” Reaching over to her bedside table, you switched on the lamp. Ellie looked at you with narrowed eyes. “There’s a patrol post not far from here. And I heard, there was an arcade in the basement.” A grin stretched across your face.

Ellie looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table. “It’s twelve in the morning. We have a shift at the stables at seven.”

“We’ll be back before then.” You shrug.

“What if Joel finds out? He’s already causing me enough problems—“

“He won’t! If we leave now. So, pack a bag, and put some clothes on.” You trot to the window you entered from, swinging each leg out, carefully. “I’ll be waiting out here.” You whisper from the windowsill. The auburn-haired girl rolled her eyes, as she dug through her drawers for clothes.

Respectfully, you averted your eyes. Keeping watch to make sure everything was going according to plan. You had been planning this spontaneous getaway for days; in honor of Ellie’s upcoming sixteenth birthday. Joel and his protective antics weren’t going to stop you from having her to yourself for a little while. It was getting harder to find time to hang out. She was either with Cat, flirting and getting her tattoo completed, or training with Joel and Tommy.

Sometimes, Tommy invited you because of your excitement for patrols, but it was rarely just you and Ellie; like it used to be. When you both, somehow, wound up in the same place—Jackson, Wyoming.

Eventually, she jumped out of her window. In a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots—dressed for the cooling, autumn weather. “I swear if we get caught for this…”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Don’t be such a goody-two-shoes.”

Sneaking out of Jackson was made easy by your effortless planning. The guards at the front gates were too busy drinking and gambling to pay attention to the two teenagers sneaking out in the dark: with a horse. The lights attached to the straps of your backpacks illuminated the way through dense wood.

Ellie’s arms held onto your waist, comfortably. As you engaged in friendly conversation. “What’s it with you and Cat? The two of you seem… Cozy.” You spoke, raising an eyebrow that she couldn’t see. She leaned her head on the blade of your shoulder, humming in thought.

“Define cozy.”

“She likes you, Ellie.” You snort. “That’s my definition of cozy.”

She tightens her arms around your abdomen. “Well, I think you’re unfamiliar with what the term cozy actually means— because Cat doesn’t like me.”

You sigh, wistfully. “I wish I was as naïve as you.” Partially, that was true. Things would be easier if your own naïveté blocked the feelings you had for your friend. But, instead, you stayed a platonic pretender.

A few minutes later, you arrived at the patrol post. Ellie hopping down first, keeping her eyes diligently peeled. As you pull your feet out of the bronze stirrups, a hand gets offered to you. “M’lady,” She perks her eyebrow, smirking. Faking a thick southern drawl that resembled Joel and Tommy’s voice.

Shaking your head, you take her hand to dismount from Hickory. “Thank you, kind… Gentlewoman.”

Ellie boisterously laughed, keeping a hold on your loose hand. “Gentlewoman?”

“Oh, my God! Forget it.” Your cheeks flush with warmth, slipping your fingers from hers. But a small smile, still stretched onto your lips in amusement. “Come on. We do not have all night.” Entering the building, you didn’t take the time to tour the post. You ushered her with your arm around her shoulders toward metal double doors. Leading to the most anticipated room—the basement.

“Should I be nervous that you’re bringing me to a dark room?”

You look into her earthy eyes. “It won’t be dark for long…”

Pushing open the doors, you run down the cement stairs, toward the generator. You pulled the cord until the lights flickered on and the games began to speak. Theme songs and fanfares playing aloud, embracing the silence. Looking over toward Ellie with a grand smile, she mirrored you. Releasing a laugh of excitement.

“Happy early birthday, El!” You wave your hands.

She sighed, happily, approaching you. “You did all this for me?” Her thick eyebrows furrowed.

“By all this if you mean turning off this generator just so I can turn it back on to create this… Light show— then, yes, I did all this for you.” Abruptly, Ellie tackled you into a firm hug, wrapping her arms around your neck. You return the sentiment, holding onto her like it was your last day on Earth. And it very well could be.

“Ugh, I love you!” She exclaims in a fit of joy, before even realizing her words. However, you stiffen, subtly. Ellie certainly noticed, but she didn’t change her demeanor much. “Let’s play Pac-Man first— I’ve been wanting to play that for such a long time.” She pulled you by her hand toward the bright machine.

Fingers ready on the red start button.

“Good luck.”

“Don’t need it.” You grinned, preparing to put your everything into that game. It was her birthday present, but that didn’t change the fact that you are competitive as hell! And so is Ellie; it’s like a match made in heaven.

II

Christmas used to be the most exciting—and expensive— part of the year, according to Tommy and Maria Miller. Jackson had a barter system, and everyone worked to keep the community afloat. So, the holidays in Jackson were always filled with loads of joy and spirit. And, usually, you found yourself involved in the many festivities occurring. However, this year, something’s changed.

It was just after thanksgiving when the atmosphere shifted for you. Joel was iffy when it came to holidays—hosting a family dinner a full five days after the original date. December 3rd. Living with Tommy, you were expected to be there. Running late from work, you arrived during dinner. Still, in your comfortable work clothes.

Walking into the dinning room, you expected to see every face minus one—Cat. The edgy tattoo artist sat beside Ellie, in the seat typically reserved for you, with a kind smile on her shiny lips. Joel stood from his chair, welcoming you with a firm hug. “You made it just in time. Cat’s telling us about the new project she’s working on— she’s a great artist.”

You weren’t sure if he was laying it on thick for the new guest, or what—but his tone irritated you. Peering to the side, you met Ellie’s apologetic eyes.

The both of you had gotten even closer after gifting her that arcade. In ways that would consider your relationship to be complicated. Between October and early November, you shared secrets, trinkets, and even, kisses. Mostly under the influences of alcohol or weed—but that didn’t make it any less real. Or did it?

Since then, you and Ellie have barely spoken. The only times you’ve shared more than a greeting with her was when you were forced to go on patrols together. Joel and Tommy were uncertain about sending you both out with other people—they could only trust that the two of you could handle yourselves properly—so they say.

Word travels fast in Jackson. And, when Ellie and Cat went official—everybody knew. But you had your suspicions prior to. They were obnoxiously confirmed when Jesse and Dina came banging on your front door; during a movie night you were having with Maria.

When Christmas came around, there was a party every year. Children had fun in the snow, while the adults danced and drank so much the cold no longer bothered them. The only thing you were excited for was the alcohol, because you knew one thing was for sure—Ellie and Cat were going to be galavanting in front of you all lovey and annoying. And you needed something absorb the pain of it.

Dodging the genuine compliments from Maria on the way out of the house, you stalked toward the Tipsy Bison. It was decorated with holiday-colored lights from the roof to the ground. You helped put some of them up, but when your old friend came to join you; you bailed the last second.

Every time your eyes met hers—your insides crumbled all over again. It was impossible for you to understand what Ellie was to you. More so now than ever. It wasn’t the fact that she lied about her status with Cat—it was the fact that she was her fucking girlfriend in general!

You were selfish. You wanted her all to yourself, and for some reason, the universe didn’t want you to have that. The universe didn’t want you to bathe in your selfishness—even if you deserved to.

“Merry Christmas,” A young girl at the entrance of the tavern, smiled. “Don’t forget to put your ornament on the tree.” She hands you a handmade ornament, dressed in shimmery twine. The kids at the daycare were told to create ornaments for the community christmas tree. Their names were written on the back of it—Billy, spelled out sloppily, was on the back of your ornament.

“Merry Christmas.” You smiled, tightly. “Need any help around here?” Your eyes looked around the tavern, acknowledging the decorations inside. There wasn’t any work to be done, but God, did you wish there was. Distracting yourself was your favorite past time.

“Nope! Everything’s all set. Unless Maria told you otherwise…”

“All she told me was to have fun.”

The girl smiled, no younger than fourteen, playing with the pile of paper ornaments. “Then, have fun!” She teased, averting her eyes to the next guest entering the building.

It was much warmer the deeper you strolled into the bar. Jesse and Dina have yet to arrive—of course, you were too early. Waiting for them, you walked to the bar top, leaning your elbows against the surface. “Can I get a hot chocolate? No whipped cream.” You ask, kindly, to the woman on the other side. She nodded, quickly working behind the counter to get your drink prepared.

Waiting patiently, your mind wandered. You only wished you could be celebrating the holidays how you originally planned—with your best friend. Maybe you were acting out of turn; throwing a tantrum over your best friends' relationship wasn’t something a friend would do. You should’ve been happy for her. But that would mean the moments you had together didn’t mean anything to you—when it meant so much.

“Merry Christmas, y/n.” Her raspy voice spoke, sliding into the stool next to you. The short strands of her hair were released from her usual ponytail. Parted to the side and pushed behind her ears. You met her eyes, halfheartedly. Barely giving a long enough glance to fully take in her appearance. It was intentional.

Making the choice not to respond, you looked forward, watching as the bartender made your drink. “Where’s your girlfriend?” You muttered, lips arching in distaste.

Ellie frowned, boring her bright eyes into the side of your face. “Working late. She won’t be here for awhile…” Her words came from her full lips like an offering. But, you were planning on taking her up on whatever it was.

The bartender handed you the warm mug with a festive grin. Greeting the girl next to you, casually. You have her a final look before, leaving the bar without a word. The Tipsy Bison became stuffy all of a sudden, so you left through the back door. Staying close by with your hot drink clenched to your chest. The brisk coolness of the air brought you back to your senses. But you still reached into the pocket of your insulated coat for the tiny bottle of vodka you took. Pouring the entirety of it into your chocolate beverage.

Sipping your drink, you didn’t realize the auburn-haired girl had followed you out. Rounding the corner of the building just as stealthily as you did.

“Can we talk?” Heat smoked from her mouth as her body heat juxtaposed the cold weather.

You sighed, pressing your lips into a stubborn line. “Talk about what?”

“…Us. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” She shrugged, helplessly. Eyes glistening in remorse. Ellie stood awkwardly in front of you, playing with her fingers.

“What part? You and Cat… Or me and you?”

She paused. “Me and you…” You scoffed, eyes welling up in tears. “Let me explain—“

You stood up, still holding your mug. It was the only thing keeping you warm. “I really couldn’t care less, Ellie.”

Grabbing your wrist, covered in a fleece glove, she pleaded. “Please!”

Sighing, you shook her grip off you, caving to her plea. You gestured for her to go on, with a frown on her lips. “Just tell me whatever we had was a mistake so I can move on…” You voice cracked ever so slightly, exposing your stress.

Her thick eyebrows deepened. “What? No, y/n, no— of course, not.” Ellie shifted. “I didn’t think any of that mattered to you…” She mumbled mostly to herself.

“Ellie, we made out on your couch every other night. How could that not matter to me?” You paused, stepping closer to her. “We told each other things our other friends know nothing about—“ You cut yourself off, glancing down at her covered forearm. The one covered by the tattoo Cat did for her. “Does she know? About your chemical burn?” Indirectly, you mentioned one of the most significant secrets you shared—she shared.

She was immune to the cordyceps virus. The tattoo that covered a chemical burn, was really coverage for the scars of the bite from infected.

Her lips tightened. “No. She doesn’t.”

“What do you even talk about then?!” You throw your hands up, frustrated. “If you talk at all.”

“She likes me, okay!” Ellie exclaimed, balling her hands up by her side. “Things are easy with her… I don’t know.

“Easy?” Your heart beat in your ears.

“I mean, things are easier with her. I don’t have to worry about ruining a friendship if things go south.”

A snicker fell from your lips. “How worth it was that?” Her shoulders slumped, running her hands over her hair.

“I just miss you, y/n, okay… I miss you.” She moved closer to you, trying to reach for your hand. You let her, but only for a split moment. Feeling the warmth of her skin through her fleece gloves. You missed her, too. You missed playing video games at her place, watching movies, running your fingers through her auburn hair—

Pressing your lips into a line, you frowned. “Well… I don’t.” You slipped your hand from hers, leaving her out in the cold. It wasn’t easier to lie, but you did anyway.

III

“So, they used to drop balls when the new year came around? Like… Any type of ball or…”

You laughed as you tended to your patrol horse, Hickory. Her deep-colored fur was softer than anything you’ve ever felt—softer than a baby’s bottom. “No, Tommy said it was some structure in New York City. And they filmed it nationally; it was a whole thing.” You explained, glancing up at the boy outside of the stable. He worked with the horse's day-in and day-out—and he worked the stable a like a military camp.

He leaned on the post of Hickory’s area, crossing his arms. “I’m throwing a party later at my place— to bring in the new year… You should come.” He offered, raising his eyebrows. “It’s no national ball-dropping thing, but there’ll be booze. And a friend of mine’s bringing some other stuff.” His fingers motion smoking a joint.

Grabbing the saddle off the hook, you threw it over Hickory’s sloped back. “Sounds like fun…” You sigh, peering over at the boy. “I’ll drop by for a little while.”

You still weren’t in a partying mood, since your last conversation with Ellie. Lying certainly didn’t make the situation between you too any easier. In fact, it made it worse. Your avoidance for her increased by a thousand. And, to make matters worse, she hated you, too.

Patrols became much more difficult. Like the one you have today…

“Awesome! See you later.” He fist pumped, walking backwards. “Oh, and don’t forget to log Hick on the sign-out sheet!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved a dismissive hand at the stable hand. You were far from forgetful.

After attaching all the garments to your horse, you led him out, cooing at him. You led him out to entrance of the community, where your ex-friend impatiently waited on you. Tommy stood in the supply room, stocking up your bag. Dropping the halter, you walked into the wooden box that was storing patrol supplies. “Ah, there you are. I was about to consider you late.”

“I’m never late.” You chuckle, reaching for your bag. Although, wallowing in your own nerves, a subtle smile spread onto your lips. Reaching for your bag, he stops your hand.

“I don’t know what going on between you two…” He glances at the girl lingering by her horse. “But this is the chance to fix it. I don’t like when you girls fight.”

You pressed your lips into a firm line. “Is that why you keep sending us off on patrol runs together? So we can kiss and make up?” Snorting, you looked to the side with guilt-ridden eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

Tommy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, whatever’s goin’ on— don’t let that get in the way of safety. Keep an eye on each other. You’re partners.”

Partners.

“Right… Yeah. We haven’t had any problems, though… So…”

“Still, be aware. Infected wander in the winter.” He reminds, handing you the backpack. Then, giving you a handgun to secure on your waist, and a much larger gun to hook to your bag. He walks you out to where Ellie stood, adjusting the bridle on her horse. The crunching of snow under your boots caught her attention.

She barely spared you a glance, before looking at Tommy. “Joel and I are allowing the two of you to venture out a little further this morning— don’t make us regret it.” He stuffed his bare hands into his pockets.

“We won’t.” The both of you drawled, rolling your eyes.

You mounted Hickory, watching as Ellie did the same with her horse. “We’ll be good, Tommy.” Giving a tight-lipped smile, you mentally prepared for the trip.

The gates opened up, letting the two of you trot out into snowy wood. Higher in the air, it was cooler—brisker. It was no match for the teenager trotting a few paces ahead of you, though. You’ve ridden in silence before, but it was worse when she had a reason to be upset with you. Ellie’s anger was unforgiving, to say the least.

And you thought you were bad.

It was about a forty-five-minute ride of nothing but the whispers of the wind and animals jolting at the sound of their horses' feet. When you got to the post, you dismounted, jumping into the snow. “I’ll be back soon, Hick.” You whispered, kissing his jaw, sweetly.

Inhaling deeply, you were the first to enter through the buildings broken windows. The actual post was on the upper level because it actually had a working door. Ellie walked in after you, immediately beginning to survey the area. Her switchblade was clenched in a fist as she picked up miscellaneous objects.

Sighing, you began to do the same. Being sure to stay on opposite sides of the first floor. Even so, you couldn’t help but glance at her ever so often. A knit beanie was tugged over her ears, her ponytail peaking out from underneath. Thick eyebrows pushed together, focused; or still, tragically, annoyed with you.

Ugh, what should you care? Ellie was the one to walk away first… Or was she?

This place must’ve been a media store or something. It had lingering records scattered along the scruffy wooden floor, comic books, CDs—the works. The first floor had basically been picked clean. You only hoped when you made it upstairs, there was more.

“All clear…” Ellie spoke, lowly. Opening one of the heavy metal doors to the short stairwell. She let it slam behind her as disappeared to the upper level.

You frowned, tears welling up in your eyes. “I got what I wanted… Didn’t I?” You mutter to yourself, following her path. But, on a shelf, your gaze caught something of importance. It was the fifteenth edition of Savage Starlight. How could she have missed this? Not only was it one of her favorite comics to read, but it was edition that had limited in the top corner. Very few had this one.

Chewing on drying skin of your bottom lip, you swung off your bag, pushing the comic snugly inside trying to preserve it from wrinkles. The timing couldn’t be estimated when you’d give this to her. Maybe one day, you’ll leave it on her porch without a note.

Then, you navigated to the upper level, shutting the door behind you. It was more insulated up there than the first floor. The windows were still intact, and every door was shut or bolted shut by furniture.

Immediately, you approached the sign-in log. Writing your name just under the messy handwriting of your partners’. Smacking your lips together, you peer at the auburn-haired girl. Ellie was stood by the long, frosted window with her arms crossed. It looked as if she were leaning on words to say but choosing otherwise.

You fiddle with pen, rocking on your feet as you eyed her. The feeling of missing her was prevalent, again. It was intense as your eyes bored into the side of her delicate face. Her emotions were worn on the hems of her sleeves—negative or positive. But even with her features pinched, she was just as beautiful. It just sucked that you were the reason behind it. You wanted to feel her arms around you again—even if it was platonic. You wanted to hear her laugh; see her smile.

Just as she turned to meet your eyes, you began to wander around the room. Looking at the books and comics scattered around. Perhaps, you could find some other reads. Keep you busy while you were on lookout. It’s not like you talked to each other anymore.

You fingered the dusty shelves, not seeing anything worth taking back to Jackson. In the corner there was another metal door—singular with a silver handle. The door was labeled ‘other goods’. Which only made you think about what you could be missing you didn’t check it out.

Ignoring the flipped over note taped to the threshold of the door, you entered. Expecting to see boxes of comics, mangas and magazines. However, instead, you greeted by a vicious runner. Your reaction was slowed, due to the many things running through your head. Roughly, your back hit the ground, inadvertently smacking your head against the flooring.

It screamed at you, chomping violently. Strands of its hair fell onto you as it thrashed, hungrily. Moaning and groaning between every convulsion. The red veins on its skin exposed the stage of the infection—little mushroom-like structures beginning to form at the tips of its bloodshot veins.

You fought with it, yelping like a hurt dog. A glimmer of the ridged knife you cared shone from the corner your eye. It had fallen from its holster—too far for you to reach. If this was your karma for lying, then it came quick.

Only focusing on the deadly being atop of you, you couldn’t hear the rapid feet of your partner sprinting to help you, calling out your name, shakily. Using the switchblade Ellie always carried with her, she began to defensively stab the runner. Repeating the action until its body dropped atop of yours. You groaned in disgust.

Ellie helped you roll the body off you, and quickly began to search your body for bites. While your puffer jacket was soaked with blood, you were completely fine. But Ellie didn’t know that she she checked, anxiously. “Are you okay? Did he bite you?” She asked, rambling more questions. Enough to overwhelm you.

She patted your covered arms, reaching for your blood-splattered face to check for any marks. “No. I’m fine—“ You mutter.

“He was really fuckin’ close—!” She still patted you down like a nervous security guard. “Fuck! I should’ve cleared this level—“

“Ellie!” You exclaimed, grabbing her roaming hands, looking her in the eye. “He didn’t bite me— I’m okay.” Endless worry had filled her earthy irises. Flushed nose, touched by the winter, sniffling. This was the first time you were this close to her in awhile—staring intently at her. Somehow, trying to convince her without words that you were okay.

Her eyes were fixed on you, just before her arms wrapped around your shoulders, thoughtfully. There wasn’t an attack of warmth—a hug she’d given before—it was contemplated, debated, decided.

Without a thought, you returned it, wrapping your arms around her. Leaning your head on her shoulder, furrowing your eyebrows. Enveloping her touch, senselessly. Remorse revved up inside of you, prodding at your muscles. “I thought I was gonna lose you…” Ellie muttered into the hoodie of your coat.

“I thought I was gonna lose my chance…” You related, pulling back to look at her once more. Tears had welled up in her eyes, she was trembling. You both were. Reminiscent of the runner and the fear that caked up inside of you. “Ellie…” You breathed. “I lied to you.”

“Huh?” Her eyebrows deepened.

“I lied to you. At the Christmas party— you told me that you missed me, and I said that I didn’t miss you. That was a lie!” Lowering your head, you shook it, disapprovingly. “A stupid fucking lie.”

Her cold hands drifted to your frosted cheeks. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry— I’ve missed you so much I can barely breathe. If you’re happy with Cat… I should be happy for you regardless of anything. I wasn’t being a good friend—“ It was your turn to wearily ramble, fidgeting with the material of her jacket. Shaking like a flimsy sign in high winds.

It was the softness of her lips that interrupted you, warming up your skin. It was buttery sweet and chaste, pulling you from the intensity of your thoughts. Ellie tugged you into another embrace, somehow warmer than before. “I should’ve never got with her to begin with.”

“Past tense?” You raised an eyebrow.

She pulled back. “Past tense.” Taking a seat in beside you, she leaned on one of the shelves. Following her, you did the same. Scratching the back of your head, feeling the slight throb that came from the collision. “She broke up with me a few days ago… I kept bringing you up— it was annoying the shit out of her.” Ellie chortled, propping up her legs to lean her arms on. “I was so mad at you… Because it just didn’t make any sense.”

You looked down, at your crossed legs. “But then, it did. Everything did.” Ellie added, peering at you. “I love you, y/n.” She spoke with such conviction; your eyes grew hot with tears. “I was just scared to see it through— and I should have seen it through, instead of getting with someone else.”

A beat bounced between the two of you.

Shrugging off the backpack you almost forgot was on you, you dug inside, a grin painted on your face. You clench the Savage Starlight comic in your hands as you abruptly stood up. Ignoring the soreness in your muscles from being attacked. Ellie looked up at you, watching you move swiftly. “This is the part where you say you love me back.”

“Give me a second.”

You trot to the sign-in sheet, using the pen to write inside the comic: I LOVE YOU, EL. In capital letters, on the title page. She’d gotten up, following you to the countertop the sheet was on. Turning around, you thrusted the comic from your chest, smiling. “Savage Starlight?!” Ellie joyfully laughed, taking the comic in her hands.

“Limited edition.” You pointed to the cover. “I found it downstairs… You’ll never forget how much I love you because I wrote it on the first page.” Ellie flipped open the page, musing at what you wrote. “Everytime, you read it, you’ll remember.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, emotionally. Tossing the comic book to the side, she pulled you into another kiss. Less sweet, more passionate. You giggled against her lips, unabashedly opening your eyes. She pulled back, analyzing your flushed features. “Maybe, you could… I don’t know… Write it on every page? Only after I finish it, though. My memory’s a little bad.” She joked, caressing your face.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed a piece of her straggling hair under her beanie. “Sure, whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Ellie…” You warned, but there was nothing that could wipe the foolish expression molded onto your features. Therefore, she was far from taking you seriously.

[misserabella]

Bestie I NEED angst enemies to lovers reader gets hurt on patrol. These always make me froth at the mouth 🙏

cw; +18 content minors dni!, wounds, blood, cursing, weapons, fighting, arguing, kissing, making out (n up 😋), teasing, dirty talking, dom! ellie x sub! reader, praising, hair pulling, praise kink, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, fingering (r receiving)…

“ellie, shut the fuck up!” you muttered through gritted teeth, groaning as you placed a hand on your gushing side, blood pouring from the cut and making you feel dizzy.

“fuck. fuck. fuck. i told you to stay close! but as fucking always you do whatever the fuck you want!” she was a mess, frantic eyes and shaky hands looking for bandages on her backpack. “keep pressure on it!” you were loosing a lot of blood.

they had come out of nowhere. those fucking bandits… they’d tried to steal from you, and once you’d stood your ground they had put a blade through your stomach. by the time ellie had gotten to you, you were standing on both your wobbly feet with a dagger stuck into your skin. the feeling of the metal moving and cutting as you moved made you feel lightheaded. but you knew you shouldn’t take it out or you’d probably die. she had shot the two men in a mere instant, getting to you as you groaned in pain.

now that she had pulled you to a safe place, she could see the extent of the damage. it was no good.

“quit moving!” she grunted and you almost punched her.

“you try stay still with a blade on your stomach and then we’ll fucking talk you dumb fuck!” yeah, it hurt. and you knew ellie was just trying to not let you die, as much as she hated you, she wouldn’t like to be the one held accountable for your death (and she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it from maria…).

“take a deep breath.” she instructed, her hand wrapping around the dagger, and your eyes shoe open.

“don’t. don’t pull it ou-!!!!” your breath got punched out of your lungs when she extracted it, the messy sound of spluttering blood making your vision go blurry.

you moaned in pain, sweat dripping down your shin. you’d never experienced such amount of pain before.

ellie was quick to push bandages on it to stop the hemorrhage. your hands gripped hers as you looked into her eyes, scared. the floor was now pooling in crimson. were you gonna die?

she pulled your gaze away from the blood.

“hey. look at me. you’re gonna be okay, alright? i promise. you’re gonna be okay.” you nodded. “but to stop the blood i need to sew you up.” your breathing was ragged. your life depended on someone that hated you. someone that always got on your nerves and made you crazy. you were on the hands of ellie williams. an fuck if that didn’t scare you. but you’d seen the way she had shot those men, how she was looking at you, how she promised that you’d be alright. and you wanted to believe in her. you pressed on the wound as she got out alcohol, thread and needle from her first aid kit. “ready?” you nodded, although you were looking awfully pale, hair sticking to your forehead in a cold sweat. “i’ll try to be as fast as i can.” she promised before moving your hands away and exposing the wound. it was deep, but it didn’t seem to have reached any important organs or caused irreparable damage. “this is gonna hurt.” she said, and your ears rung when the alcohol made contact with your skin. you screamed, nails digging on the hardwood floor at the sudden need to push her away. your lip broke due to how hard you were biting it, and your vision was getting more and more blurry.

you were gonna pass out.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry.” she muttered, threading the needle to start sewing you up. “y/n?” she inquired when she saw just how lost you looked, your hazy eyes and slowing breathing. “y/n!” before you knew it your head was thudding against the floor as your consciousness left your body. “fuck. shit. hold on, please.” she fought with the shake on her hands as she punctured your skin. “i’ll fix this. i promise. just hold on…”

-

“woah. you look absolutely dead.” you groaned, rolling your eyes at the barging in of the nicest person walking on this rotten earth. notice the sarcasm.

“nice to see you too, ellie.” she smirked, coming to the side of your bed and leaving food that joel had cooked for you.

“it’s always nice to see me. have you seen me?” she inquired, eyebrows arched and you scoffed.

“grab an extra chair for your pride ellie, ‘cause holy fuck…” she chuckled, grabbing a chair of the infirmary in which maria had had you resting for a couple days now to have your infection under control.

and you tried not to look at her. tried. but not hard enough. she was right. she was a nice sight. her hair was on a low bun, freckled face flushed due to the cold, which she fought with the help of a grey sweater and black jeans.

ellie had always been pretty. really pretty. it was the first thing you’d noticed about her before she came and ruined everything by opening her mouth.

“joel made you some food. wouldn’t recommend you eat it. man can’t cook to save his own life.”

“thanks.” you muttered, readjusting yourself on the bed.

“how are you doing?” she inquired, curious (worried).

“you mean apart of dying of boredom?” you chuckled. “i’m doing amazing.” you sighed, voice full of sarcasm. and your body jolted when you felt one of her hands softly land on your thigh.

“you seem stressed.” your eyes were on her hand, softly rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

“i am.“ you gulped, “this is horrible. maria doesn’t let me move from the bed. i need to move, ellie. it’s killing me. i feel… useless.”

she stared at you, until her lips parted in a soft mutter. “i could help…” she leaned in just the slightest, her hand trailing upwards on your thigh, and you shivered.

after a few minutes in silence, you slowly nodded, and her tongue wetted her lips.

she got up from her seat, and climbed into the bed. you felt a bolt of electricity running up your spine when her breath hit your face.

“you sure about this?” she inquired, eyes on yours.

“just shut the fuck up and kiss me, ellie.” your whole body shook when her lips met yours.

oh shit.

she pulled away to take a look at your face, making sure it was alright. that this was alright.

you looked into her eyes, into her beautiful green emerald eyes. and before you knew it you were cupping her face to bring her back to you.

this felt amazing. too good to be true.

you hummed against her mouth, her hands on your hips, making sure not to put her weight on you and your wound.

you opened your mouth for her tongue, gasping.

“shit. been wanting to do that for years.” she muttered and you whined.

“ellie…” your hips bucked against her, and she cooed.

“shhh, i got you. i got you baby.” you felt her hands push down your pajama pants, one of her hands cupping your cunt, which was quickly pooling with slick. you always ended up soaked while around her, secretly touching yourself to the though of her late at night when no one would catch you. “all pent up, hm? you just need a little relief it’s all…” you nodded, and moaned when you felt her lips trailing down your neck, to your chest, your stomach, your panties…

“fuck!” you sighed in a choked out moan when she left a wet kiss to your clit, peeking at the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. her tongue flattened, tasting you though that thin layer of clothing. she hummed, and your hands tugged on her hair.

she started to eat you out through your panties, teasing you, making you squirm and beg.

“ellie, please…”

“what is it, princess? use your words for me, come on.” she caressed your inner thighs, making you squirm and your hips buck against her face.

“please stop teasing me. need you. need your mouth.” you pleaded, and she kissed your knee, your thigh, your mound… before tugging from your panties.

“atta girl. speaking up for me so well…” you moaned, feeling her middle and index finger spreading you open for her, slick strings sticking to your lips. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you finally felt it, her tongue licking a fat strip up to your clit, slurping at your juices. and then her middle finger, pushing inside your tight walls. you let out this beautiful moan that made her groan against you. “taste so good… best pussy i’ve ever had.” you felt your face and neck burn. ‘cause holy fuck, she knew how and what to say to make you shake. she started thrusting in and out, making you whimper and your back arch. “come on baby, relax for me.” you were so tight… you tried and breathe deeply, relax for her. “that’s it… open up for me. good girl.”

“just like that. oh shit, ellie. don’t stop please…” she smirked.

“yeah? you like that?” she added another finger, curling them and making you gasp. she grunted at the harsh tug of her hair. “you keep doing that i’ll fuck you stupid.” she warned, and you shivered, a broken moan rasping your throat. “but i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you nodded, listening to the wet squelches your pussy made for her. you were so wet… “of course you would.” you cried out when her lips sucked on your clit. she could tell you were close by the way your thighs were shaking at the sides of her head, how your walls were clenching around her fingers. “you close?” she inquired, and you nodded, tears pricking your eyes. “fuuck. can’t wait to drink you up. cum for me. cum on my mouth, princess.” her fingers sped up, got harsher, and you couldn’t help but follow her orders, coming all over her face, soaking her chin and cheeks and lips. she slurped it all up, humming and grunting, eating you like a starved woman tasting food for the first time in months.

she helped you ride it, sucking on your clit and curling her fingers against your g spot until you were nothing more than a panting spent mess.

you tugged from her hair when the overstimulation became too much, and she looked at you, from her spot between your legs, not knowing that that view would become your favorite from now on.

-

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2

snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--

Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--

All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton

Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--

---------- Snippet 22: clone meet clone

Ellie, dramatically: Danny!

Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!

Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!

Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!

Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything

Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]

Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?

-------------- Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny

Ellie:...hey Danny

Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm

Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?

Danny:

Ellie:...its a fair question

Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.

------------ Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)

(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)

Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet

Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,

Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.

Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head

Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing

------------ Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)

Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:

Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--

Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*

Ember:

Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice

Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*

----------- Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)

Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing

Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees

Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?

Sam: probably

Danny: hm.

------------- Snippet 27: digging up cold case

Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....

Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)

Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along

--------- Snippet 28: sparring

Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting

Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.

Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.

-------- Snippet 29: daytime surprise

Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...

Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?

Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to

Phantom: *flips him off instead*

Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom

Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!

Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.

------------ Snippet 30: guilt

Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn

Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:

Damian: can i....

Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm

Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry

Danny: hm... I forgive you

[freshpeachpulp]

fuchsia

(isn’t she so beautiful here i just wanna cup her face and kiss her)

18+ mdni!! (who am i fooling, that sign doesn’t stop anyone)

3k words

no plot, mildly proofread, fluff/smut (Oral sex, strap-on sex, maybe a teensy bit of mouth spitting and anal, brief mention of sexual shame, slight use of gendered terms) switch!Ellie, switch!Reader

a/n: it’s been forever since i’ve posted and i have no excuse besides writers block but i overcame it WOOO!!!! (pls be kind i have been so hard on myself and my writing)

i hope you enjoy this, i feel like there’s a shortage of fics where Ellie receives so here’s my contribution! :)

once again pls like/reblog if u enjoy it (especially reblog, those help a lot) and shoot me a request if u want :) id love to post more headcannons! also feel free to follow or dm i love making new moots!

———

“Ellie… what are you doing?” you ask, feigning stoicism, you know what it means when she stands behind you like this, eyeing your body like a hungry jaguar.

“Wadya mean,” she smirks, pressing searing kisses against the nape of your neck. They tickle and send heat rushing through your body. “Can’t I give my favorite girl some love?” she teases, pressing her hips against your ass and rubbing your belly, she thumbs your belly button, tugging at the soft skin.

It’s so still in the kitchen, the sunlight and the soft breeze pouring through the window, you surrender to Ellie and let your head fall back against her chest. Her kisses and touches have your brain short-circuiting, the world around you growing blurry because all you can focus on is her. It’s insane the way your body opens for her so easily. The dishes will have to wait.

She nips and licks at your ear, before whispering “come with me to bed,” and you oblige, her tone low and persuasive. She smacks your ass, grabbing the supple flesh before she releases, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth.

You’re proud of her, and how far you two have come. Ellie used to be so tense around you, apprehensive to even admit that she had feelings for you, but now she’s unabashed in her desires, loving you loudly.

You let her lead you to your bed, and you face her and kiss her, her lips warm and a little rough. She pushes her tongue inside and you moan, her mouth and tongue so warm and capable. Warmth floods your body, reality fraying around you.

“You look so fuckin’ good today,” she growls, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck. “Just wanna eat you up,” her words send your nerves into a frenzy, the heat of her lips and the wetness of her tongue against your skin tantalizing you. You tighten your grip on her arm, overwhelmed with all the sensations running through your overheating body, and she wraps her arm around your back, pulling your bodies flush together.

———

“Oh please Ellie!” you whine, feverish and needy. The ache between your legs is intense and all-consuming, you helplessly girate and twist your hips trying to get some relief but Ellie holds your thighs still and nips your belly button.

“Woah now! Be patient babe,” she lilts, looking up at you from her knees. It’s been what feels like an eternity and she’s just now about to give you what you need. You’re completely naked, skin glistening with sweat and spotted with love bites.

As dominant as Ellie is, she loves when you stand up and let her eat you out on her knees, it strokes her ego watching your legs grow wobbly from the pleasure she gives you. How you grip her hair and shoulders for dear life, humping her face like an animal, using everything in you not to collapse.

Your pussy clenches and jumps with excitement when she parts your lips, your engorged clit dangling like a hanging fuchsia.

She brings her lips to your clit and your body jolts alive when she moans around it, “Mmph, taste so fuckin’ good,” she grunts, staring into your eyes. The sensation leaves you dizzy and you buck into her face. Every time feels like the first time.

When you were young it had been ingrained in you that vaginas were disgusting and putrid and sinful. Something taboo, something to be ashamed of. You had suppressed your desires, guilty to even have wants and fantasies, abashed for longing to feel good.

Until Ellie.

Until Ellie came and destroyed the confines around you like a hurricane, shattering everything you thought you had known. She took your body and kissed every part of you, and drank from you like a sacred fruit. You used to be so tense, so self-conscious of your scent and taste, but it dissipated the moment her lips went down to yours. The first time you let her go down it felt like you were washed clean, made new, finally whole.

She's so content to just eat you out and revel in your scent and taste. Some nights she’ll lay her head on the warmth between your thighs, protected and secure. She says your scent is refreshing, like the smell of earth after its first rain.

“Ellie, please put it in your mouth,” you beg, hiking your leg over her shoulder and gripping her silky hair to steady you. She’s still playing with you, peppering your pussy with featherlight pecks and kisses.

Ellie grabs your ass and gives your folds a sloppy, open mouthed kiss eliciting a deep moan from you. She knows you like it messy and feverish. She pushes her face deeper into your pussy and swirls her tongue around your entrance, developing a familiar pattern of tongue-kissing your opening before slowly dragging her tongue up to your clit to suck and flick it with intensity.

All sorts of sensations flood through your body. From sharp ones that shoot through your veins, to heavy ones that linger in your belly like smoke after a brush fire. She knows you so well and you’re so happy and pilant. Yelps and moans and gasps slip past your lips, sounding like something straight from a porno.

“Ooo fuck Ellie!” you whine desperately, rocking your hips back and forth along her face, growing needier, and she’s so skilled and experienced it all feels so euphoric. Every lick from her warm tongue has you melting like ice cream on a summer day, your juices dripping down her face and neck. Her jaw straining to take as much of your warmth into her mouth as she can.

You’re grinding against her face, trying hard to restrain yourself, yet Ellie grabs your ass tighter and pushes you closer, reassuring you that you're not hurting her, that she wants this as much as you. So you let go, gyrating wildly against her nose and tongue and lips, one hand rubbing Ellie’s scalp the other pinching your pert nipples.

It's all so intense you can feel the pressure building up, your face contorts from the pleasure, your mouth falling open and your eyelids being forced shut. Ellie can feel you’re close and slides two fingers inside you, knowing how much you like having something inside you when you come. She continues slurping your clit like fruit and pumping into you and you orgasm.

Everything releases, it’s explosive and colorful and a little spellbinding. Your entire body shakes and trembles before relaxing, and love and clarity wash over you.

Ellie pulls away from your pussy, gasping for air, her face dewy like serum. A string of cum connects her lips to your folds. Her eyes are so dazed and blown with pleasure and she looks up at you with so much reverie and satisfaction your heart could burst.

She stands up and grips your arms to anchor your pilant body and stable your weak legs. She pries your jaw open before opening her mouth, letting a drop of saliva roll from her tongue and fall onto yours. You accept it, unwavering in eye contact, it’s salty and sweet and tangy and thick.

“Good girl, had to let you know how fucking good you taste,” she says, raspy and low, rubbing her thumb along your bottom lip, she pulls you in for a searing and sensual kiss that envelopes your entire body in warmth. You fall back onto the bed, removing the rest of Ellie’s clothes, filled with longing to press your body flush against hers.

———

“You’re so warm,” she hums against your lips, stroking your back. You two have been laying on your sides, bodies pressed together, caressing and kissing for the past few minutes. Ellie is so relaxed, so happy to have pleased you with nothing in return, but you notice the wetness between her thighs and want her to experience the blinding euphoria she gives to you, “Ellie do you wanna— can I fuck you?”

“Sure, if your legs work,” she deadpans, biting her lip and pinching your ass. Her eyes lower down to your still-swollen pussy.

“Oh just you wait, babe. I’m gonna tear that pussy up,” you shoot back, crawling towards the edge of the bed. Ellie snorts and cackles at your remark, making you giddy.

You struggle off the bed, muscles as solid as jello, and attempt to move and bend your legs. Ellie giggles, deeply amused by the spectacle of you attempting to step in the harness. You hobble around on one leg as you try to maneuver your other in the strap.

“Oooouuh, a sexy dance for me!” she teases, reclining on her elbows. She’s so smug and proud it fills you with even more desire to ruin her.

“Oh fuck you!” you grunt, turning away from her to finish adjusting the harness, too shy to face her. You finish and turn back around just in time to watch her thighs fall apart, her pussy spreading like a blooming flower bud. She traces her middle finger along her folds before placing it in her mouth.

An invitation.

You pause in this delicate moment and take her in. You’re the only one who gets to see her like this. Her folds are so engorged and glistening it makes you a little dizzy. She’s so open just from the pleasure she got from pleasing you.

You crawl onto the bed, purple five-inch phallus dangling beneath you. She meets your eyes and they’re filled with a lusty haze only you’ve been blessed to know, something between intense and needy and dazed. You pull her in for another kiss, smushing your nose against hers. The gentle wet sound of your lips pressing together sends a jolt through your belly, she pulls away slightly, still letting your noses touch. You two have seen every inch of each other, have said things in the throes of an orgasm that no one else has heard, yet the simplest of contact feels the most intimate.

You linger in front of her face for a moment, savoring the taste of her lips and the sound of her soft and sharp exhales. She lets out a delicate gasp when the tip of the dick brushes against her pussy. “Fuck me babe,” she says in a low whisper, somewhere between asking and commanding.

“What’s the rush babe?” you respond cheekily, a surge of confidence is building from the power you have over her. You begin massaging and pinching her nipples. Ellie looks like she wants to bite back, but the sensation is placating her, and she moans, rolling her hips against the hanging tip. Biting your lip you latch onto her nipples, they’re so small and pert and pretty, the color of milky coffee. She hisses and cups the back of your head, it’s so intimate.

Ellie writhes from pleasure when you pull back and drag the tip of the dildo along her pussy, allowing it to collect her slick. You poke at her clit a few times, making Ellie yelp. “Just fuck me already,” she whines, enclasping her large hand around yours and positioning the dick at her enterance.

Her neediness and desperation send blood rushing to your pussy. Usually when she does this you’ll tease her more and teach her a lesson, but she’s been so good to you today, you just want her to have her way.

Her eyebrows contort and her jaw falls open when you push inside her, you go slowly, allowing her to get used to it. Ellie falls back onto the bed, pulling her knees to her shoulders as you thrust slowly into her. You take in her sharp jawline and chiseled cheeks, the way her ruddy freckled skin grows more flushed with every gasp and moan. Her lustful eyes and blooming red lips entice you, and you pull in for a gentle, messy kiss.

“Mmmh that’s it baby. I taught you well,” Ellie moans into your ear, wrapping her strong arms around your shoulders and spreading her legs farther. Penetration used to be frightening for you, until she taught you that the motion of thrusting is similar to riding her face. She’s always been so patient with you, showing you what makes her feel good; you feel so much more confident doing it now, finding delight in the rhythm.

She’s growing more pliant with every thrust, the squelching noises from her wet pussy growing more obscene. Thick white liquid oozes from her pussy and onto the strap, making a mess of it. Ellie takes a sharp inhale when you pull your cock out and smack it on her swollen clit, her belly muscles coiling from the sensation, “put that back in,” she hisses. It’s a tone you would find intimidating in any other circumstance, but it makes you feel so powerful in this moment.

You respond by pressing a searing kiss to her lips, “I will if you roll over,” you whisper into her ear, and she does, hastily turning onto her belly without dissent.

You giggle at the sight, she’s just so cute when she’s like this. The laughter is contagious, because Ellie breathes out a chuckle as well.

“Somebody loves getting fucked from behind,” you gloat, biting your lip and pinching the soft skin of her ass.

“Oh you shut your fucking mouth,” Ellie snaps, there’s a hint of humor to her tone, she’s a little embarrassed but she can’t deny it. She lifts onto her elbows and knees, raising her puckered pussy high in the air, it’s so swollen and aroused you watch it jump and clench around nothing. A drop of her nectar eases out like filling from a pastry and the sight drives you insane. The strap is fully inside her pussy before your brain can even register.

As you fuck her you take in the expanse of her arched muscular back glistening with sweat. A few healed scars from all the fights and falls she’s survived that you love to kiss and trace. She’s just so beautiful, you want to fill her with pleasure.

“Oooh that’s it!” Ellie rasps, panting and moaning from the new angle. She throws her head back in bliss, and you just know you’re hitting her g-spot how she likes it.

Her moans. This position. The feel of her ass and thighs hitting your hips. The sight of the silicone sliding in and out of her. It’s all awaking something animalistic inside you, you could orgasm just from this—

“Listen to you! Grunting like it’s yours!” Ellie mocks, looking back at you, she’s so happy to have some leverage after enduring your teasing. “I’m driving you crazy and you can’t even feel it!” Her voice is rough and heavy.

A bead of sweat drips down from your hairline, your skin scorching hot to the touch. She’s right—you’re so in the moment you hadn’t noticed the sounds you’ve been making. Ellie has a way of driving you insane no matter what she does, but you know exactly how to make her feel the same.

Licking your left thumb, you rub her perineum and the entrance of her ass, before dipping it inside. “Ahhh! —fuck!” she yelps at the sudden intrusion, but she welcomes it, parting her knees wider and arching her back deeper like a cat in heat.

It’s perplexing sometimes, how someone so independent and valiant like Ellie could become so submissive and delicate, allowing herself to split open and fall apart for you. The way she flows through dominance and submission so effortlessly like water. Her existence is expansive and refreshing and tantalizing, she’s so layered and complicated everything about her pulls you in and sends you into a frenzy.

You reach around with your right hand and play with her heavy clit, engorged with blood. “Don’t stop—ugh—please don’t stop!” She sobs out, nearly choking on her own saliva. Drool hangs from her swollen red lips. She’s frantically bucking her hips back to meet yours. Thrusting at this angle is difficult, your muscles are straining and aching but you don’t care, you just wanna get her there.

You won’t tease her the way she likes to tease you— at least not today. You won’t pin her on her back and pull out, leave her empty and desperate. You won’t smack her pussy with the phallus and tell her to beg for it. Make her tell you just how much she loves it, and needs you to make her feel good. You won’t today, you just want to get her there.

She screams when she comes. It’s so loud and erotic it could make a stripper blush. Liquid oozes out of her throbbing pussy like sap from a tree, making a mess of her thighs and the bed beneath you. You ease on her, gently fucking her through her orgasm. Slowly, you pull your thumb out her ass, and ease the dildo out of her.

“Oh fuck babe,” she chokes out, voice raspy and gritty. She lowers herself flat onto her belly, turning her face to you. You take in her side profile, the sweet slope of her nose and the orangy pink skin under her freckles.

After seeing her like this, you just wanna be close to her, want to hold her as her trembling body recovers, and kiss her damp skin. You hastily remove the strap and lay behind her, pulling her body flush against yours. “Ellie I love you so much,” you affirm, nuzzling into her neck, kissing the soft skin there.

She clasps her hand over yours and leans back onto you, relishing in the comfort and the stillness. Neither of you speak for a while, Ellie too occupied with catching her breath and her dignity.

“Babe, can I return the favor?” she asks softly, pressing a kiss to your hand.

Your pussy jumps at the question, and you realize just how needy fucking her has made you. “If you can move your legs,” you respond cheekily, biting your lip, anticipating her reaction.

Ellie pauses, like something just snapped inside of her, and licks her lips, “Just you wait. I’m gonna tear you up!”

It makes you blush because you know she will, nobody could ever make you feel as good as she does.

[tthoughtdaughter]

Birthday cake 🍰

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: You didn’t have the time to get a cake for Ellie since her birthday was coming up & you felt bad so you surprised her with something else.

Warnings: 18+, smut, pet names like ‘baby’, tit sucking - I think that’s it?

a/n: I have never written smut before or even written at all so bear with me please!!

“Fuck.” You sigh. Ellie’s birthday is tomorrow and you haven’t gotten a cake, you’ve called every bakery in town and none are available. Out of all days this one had to be the worst.

Ellie would be out at work until the morning so you had time to prepare, and you didn’t waste a second. There were decorations everywhere, heart shaped balloons floating to the ceiling, gifts neatly stacked on the coffee table, and lucky last, the cake. Which you obviously did not have.

“Ughhh.” You groaned. Suddenly an idea flickered in your head, it was dirty but it worked.

The time has come, Ellie was home but instead of greeting you she tiredly passed out on the couch which gave you time to action your plan.

You searched through all of your dusty cupboards, looking for whipped cream when finally, you found it. Then you pulled out freshly bought strawberries from the fridge, which weren’t too ripe yet but they still looked delicious.

Slowly, you started unclasping your bra strap and threw it onto the floor somewhere in the kitchen. “Fuck this is gonna be cold.” You started spraying the whipped cream over your hard nipples until the whipped cream covered your tits, you winced from the frosty feeling. Then you put two freshly cut strawberries on your hardened nipples.

You looked like you were straight out of a Katy Perry music video. You cautiously tiptoed over to wake up your sleepy auburn haired girlfriend, carefully tracing circles over her adorable freckles that scattered her face like a Milky Way.

Her brows furrowed, you shook her a little. “Baby, wake up.” You greeted her with a warm smile once she opened her eyes.

“Morning sleepyhead.” She was still half asleep. Finally, once she snapped out of her sleepy trance she noticed you weren’t wearing a shirt. She’d better hurry because the whipped cream was fucking sliding off.

“Mmh, morni..” her voice trailed off. All she could stare at was your food covered tits.

“I-I’m sorry, Ellie I couldn’t get the cake you wanted for your birthday and I know I’m a bad girlfriend for it I should’ve gotten it sooner-“ Ellie put her finger over your mouth to shush you, but you kept going. “So that’s why I did this, I thought you would like it?” You shot Ellie an awkward smile.

Ellie was speechless, I mean this wasn’t the dirtiest thing you two have done but woah was all she could think. “Is this to.. eat?” She teased and you nodded. Her hunger was creeping up the back of her throat and she couldn’t control herself anymore so she fucking full on latched her mouth onto your nipples.

“Mmh fuck, s’good..” she groaned. You couldn’t help but let out a long moan which made her hornier, Ellie was devouring your boobs like it was her last meal on earth.

“ffucckk..” you moaned again, this time it was way more dragged out. Your fingers were either tangling in her auburn hair or clawing her back, drawing fresh blood you would have to clean later.

Ellie sucked your tits clean. She started trailing kisses down to your pussy. “Anymore surprises, or can I take over?” she looked up at you and grinned, so you nodded. “Words princess, I need words.” You bit your bottom lip so hard it drew blood.

“Yes Ellie, please take control..” you moaned as she tugged on the waistband of your lace panties, letting it slap against your skin and you winced. “Good girl.”

This is gonna be a long day.

[j6piter]

Dinner's Served

warning — backshots, quick anal, mild biting, & creampie???

inspo !

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your hand swatted hard against his arm making him tackled you against the bed with his hands pinning your arms above your head and him straddling on top of you. the door of elliot's room opened and it was his cousin. "elliot, i'm making dinne- oh? am i interrupting?"

you swallowed hard feeling the heat of embarrassment of his cousin finding you in this position then elliot rolled his eyes playfully. "you're not, ___. we were just play fighting." the cousin nodded her head and hummed then her eyes landed on you. "you staying for dinner?"

she asked you as your head had leaned back some more to face her upside down while elliot's hands were intertwining your fingers indicating that he does want you to stay. "yeah." the cousin nodded then her attention went back on elliot. "dinner will be done in 30 minutes." she told him before closing the door shut and elliot having this devious smirk that he wonders what y'all should do in 30 mins.

"ellie, if you're thinking bou- woah!"

his fingers were at the brim of your sweatpants then you turned your head to look at him back. "ellie, your cousin is literally down the hall cooking and i don't wanna be loud." elliot let go of the brim then he grabbed his phone that was connected to the tv. "i'm sure music can cover it up and if it can't..."

elliot hovered over you and kissed your cheek as his crotch grinded against your clothed pussy making you both grunt breathily feeling his hardened dick. "..try your best to be quiet." you stammered under your breath that you don't think you could do that especially with elliot fucking you like an animal? yeah, his cousin finna think you're getting brutally murdered. elliot peck kissed your cheek again then your lips before he flipped you around and removed your sweatpants along with your underwear.

he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue to lick against your hole then down to your clit making you shutter of how warm and moist it was then his cheeks sucked in to spit on your pussy while his two fingers insert inside you. "hah~ ellie~"

"shhh, baby. remember to keep quiet and it'll be quick." he placed an open mouth kissed on your delicacy pink flesh then his tongue swirled around your hole feeling it clench each time, his freehand was palming himself then he stood up with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "ellie~" you cooed lowly at him then you felt his dick slapped against your cheeks and down to your fat pussy lips that made your insides turn.

"so fucking fat and pretty, baby."

you whined lowly that this is so risky because not only the music is playing in the back, you know that he's gonna really into it and have you end up screaming. elliot squeezed your cheeks then massaged once more as his cockhead insert inside your soaking hole.

your hands instantly grabbed onto the pillow and smushed your face against it to avoid from being loud. "fuck~" he whispered a breathy one as he watched your hole swallowing him up so well but so tightly, he could feel your body shivering. his hands went on your hips then roam upwards to fondle your curves. elliot let out a breathy groan then his head leaned back as he slowly began to thrust, not caring that he didn't fully fit his dick inside you. "hngh~ hngh~" you muffled out feeling his fat dick stretching you out. you can heard the faint skin clapping in the air along with the squelches of your wet pussy was making then air forming out afterwards realizing you had queef.

you whined that this is so embarrassing but elliot chuckled lowly. "looks like your pussy is enjoying this risky quiet shit. i wanna hear it again." elliot thrust again making your eyes rolled back hard to the back of your head then another faint air released out of your hole making elliot sucked in air that it vibrated his dick. "mhm~ i love that shit, baby." elliot then smacked your ass cheek and you picked up your head to give him a glare but his hand went on your head to make it smush against the pillow.

"boutta fuck you faster, baby." elliot bit into his lip with his freehand on your hip along with the other one on your head as he start speeding up the pace, your mouth aparted to muffled a squeal that turned into a pitched moan as elliot's thumb pressed deeply down a spot on your lower back still thrusting himself into you. he then starts to get rougher making your eyes shoot open and toes curled up. "el- mmh~" you had picked up your head to warn him but his hand covered your mouth and started to pick up the pace faster and him pounding his cockhead against your cervix.

"mmh~! mmh~!" you muffled out as elliot bit into your ear making your eyes watered up with tears that his dick was abusing your poor g-spot "fuck, you feel so good. so fucking good." elliot left an open mouth kiss against your cheek then let out a soft moan against your ear after biting it multiple times which made you rolled your eyes feeling his cockhead continued ramming that spongy spot that was far up my cervix.

"i wanna hear you so badly but you trying your best not to moan is so hot." elliot licked your cheek then he stood up to smush your head against the pillow. you bit into the pillow feeling his hands grasped your hips deeply and rutted his hips so hard against your rippled ass cheeks. he let out a grunt then his head leaned back feeling your tightened gummy walls pulsed around his dick. your toes curled up as your nails dig into the sheets hard feeling his thrust gotten so deep and rough, luckily the music was playing because the bed was creaking and there was so much movements of elliot pounding that fat pussy of yours up.

"ellie~" you mewled out his name against the pillow as elliot bit down his lip again to hold back any louder moans that you sounded so sexy getting your guts pounded in. "shit~ you're gonna make me cum so hard." elliot breathed out as he felt your walls squeezing him down so right, his dick was starting to twitch.

"mmm~ baby~" your eyelid twitched as your face scrunched up that your walls were getting stretched every time he thrusts in and out, elliot groped your ass cheek to your hole taking his dick up so nice. elliot's lips aparted as his mouth salivated then elliot released a string of drool landed on his dick to make more of a mess. "fuck~ you and your fat pussy drive me crazy." elliot's hand went on your head and smushed your face in deeper so he can give you that stroke that'll be so deadly, your moans were hiccuped and it sounded like a scream almost.

"mhm~! just like that, keep making those noises baby. let me hear how much i'm pounding you fucking right." elliot bit his lip softly to hold back a whiny moan that he wants to release his moans so bad but can't. all he was letting out was groans so breathy and his hand groping your ass cheek as a way to let you know that you make him feel so good. "you don't know how lucky you are right now. so fucking lucky." elliot leaned forward and kissed your cheek then turned your head to give him a sloppy kiss with y'all tongue swirling around then lips connected. you both can hear each other moans wanting to volume up but kept it down to groans and whines that you both was getting close.

he then let out a pitched moan against your mouth that you and him cummed inside y'all walls without letting y'all know. "e-ellie~ did you just nutted in me without a warning?" you questioned him as you were panting then his lips kissed your cheek while he was chuckling. "yeah, yo pussy too good for my dick baby." he breathed out as he bit into your ear making you squirm then he stood back up sliding his covered up white dick out then he smirk slowly.

"el, you think yo cuz is do- ah~!" you covered your mouth and eyes shoot open feeling his dick stuffed inside your anus making your legs went behind up against his bare ass then his hands were gripping your hips. "ellieeeee~!" you muffled out a whine of his name then a hiccuped and broken up gasps let out of your lips feeling him grunting from how tight your anus was around his dick, his eyebrows furrowed that he was going to cum so deep inside you again.

"yeah, baby. keep making them noises. mmm~ keep making them." his hands then went flat on the bed near your sides as you felt his chest hovered your back and his dick so far up your anus, you gasped out a squeal. elliot lowered his head while his hips were rutting inside you seeing how creamy his dick was being coated then he gave you a hard deep thrust making you let out an agonized pain but mix with pleasure of his cockhead abusing a spongy spot inside your anus. "shit~" his hand then went around to feel your stomach and down to your pussy giving it some attention at the same time.

his fingers rubbed around your clit making your nerves act up and you shuttering with his nose smushed against your cheek, his aparted lips were on your jaw and his tongue licked a spot to leave a hickey down to the crook of your neck. "i'm boutta say fuck this dinner and have you my damn meal instead." his teeth bit into your cheek while he sped up the pace as tears streamed down your cheeks feeling your body getting sore up and your pussy done cream then second fingers he had stick it in.

"i'm gonna cum in you so deep, you want that baby?" he bit his lip then you nodded while still letting out moans. "do you fucking want it?" his hand wrapped around your neck making you whimper that your pussy was aching so much while your anus was getting stretched out.

"ye-es, i want it." elliot chuckled in satisfaction then kissed your cheek. "that's my baby." elliot stood up and smushed your face into the pillow to finish you off as he sped up the pace but it was slow then his head leaned back while letting out dragged moans. "fuuuuck~" he then shove his entire fat dick inside you making your eyes shoot open and nails digging into the pillow.

"mmh~" you sniffled as elliot panted slowly then looked down seeing your anus was too leaking out his thick creamy cum.

there was a knock on the door. "food's ready y'all!" elliot then had this burst of excitement that he couldn't wait to eat.

"ooo! just in time!" he pulled out of you then smacked your ass making you yelp.

𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬™

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Sixteen.

Jesse was in his despondent state, and the only thing that broke him - briefly - out of it, were the moments of physical contact with him.

Their hug lingered in her, the way he’d clung to her body, the way they always wanted to draw closer to each other. Their whole relationship involved being unsatisfied with skin to skin, wanting more, wanting to burrow into the other.

After Ellie left him alone to go to work she worried the whole day about him. She didn’t think he’d use, but that didn’t mean he’d be okay.

***

Ellie left work around eleven, a late shift. Saul was standing outside.

“I’ve been here since ten,” he said, straightening from having been leaning on the back of his car, “are they overworking you? You know, if you moved in with me you could easily live off of what I make.”

“Shut up,” she shoved his face with his hand, but he brought it back close to hers, took her by the waist and kissed her.

She gave into the kiss, surprisingly alert to all of him. They quickly became more engaged, panting into each other. She was grinding into him, making him emit a low groan from the back of his throat into her mouth.

One of his hands snaked down and grabbed her ass, reminding her they were still outside her work.

“Let’s go to your place,” she pulled away, breathing fast.

He nodded mutely, dumbly and led her to her door, opening it for her.

On the way she grabbed his arm, letting him drive only with one hand. She pressed herself against it, her legs on top of the car seat. It was a moment of purely enjoying his company, feeling safe around this man.

This older, more experienced man who somehow also seemed soft to her.

In the car she looked at his profile endeared but as soon as they pulled into the house and he shoved her against the door to close it, the sexual need for him came back to her.

He held her jaw with one hand, stared into her face.

“It’s you and me,” he said in a low voice, before kissing her again, taking off her shirt, pulling her pants down, and picking her up, taking her right there against the doorway.

***

Of course the next morning he was soft again, and she was her usual dissing self. They enjoyed it. She stayed for breakfast for once, while he prepared an amazing spread.

Orange juice, coffee, french toast and mixed berries on the table. His kitchen was nice. Nicer than hers.

He ate in his boxers and t-shirt and she in her underwear. Until he started staring at her too often.

“Give me your shirt,” she stretched her hand and rolled her eyes.

“Why? I like this view during breakfast.”

“Because you’re gonna end up fucking me on top of this table and I’ll be late to work.”

“It’s on the table or in the shower, but you’re not leaving without me having been inside of you again.”

She took a bite from her french toast and after a brief silence said, “both of the people I’ve slept with have names that start with J - do you think that means something?”

Saul’s eyes widened, his face was shocked as he dropped his fork and said, “woah, woah, what? Who - do you mean you slept with Pinkman?”

“Uh, yeah,” she thought he knew somehow, “Jesse’s my ex. Kind of. It was a long time ago, we stayed best friends.”

“Wait, hold up, you just gave me too much - did you also say both as in only two?!”

“Also yes.”

He passed a hand over his face and let out a wow.

“I don’t get it, what? Him? Wait - is that,” he was fluttered, “is that why you don’t want him to know?”

“No! That’s the lawyer thing.”

“I mean I’m not your lawyer! It’s perfectly appropriate.”

“You break their confidence with me and the whole thing is just… it’s messy!”

“Is it the age thing? Listen, I don’t usually go this young, but, uh—“

“No, Jimmy, it’s just me avoiding a mess.”

“Yeah, but we’ll have to tell him someday, right?”

“Why?”

“You just said he’s your best friend.”

“Does that mean he has to know everything?”

“It means he’d maybe like to know who you date!”

“Yeah, not everyone I sleep with.”

“Sleep with?!” he seemed genuinely upset. Then he gave a mocking laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

He stood up, wiped his face with a napkin and took his plate to the sink, where he dropped it forcefully enough she was surprised it didn’t shatter. She winced.

“Jimmy-“

“Don’t call me that.”

He was facing the wall behind the sink and then he turned, his features contorted in anger or pain.

“Do you think I just go around telling my name to every woman I sleep with? Or, or - driving out to museums and waiting for them outside of work? Ellie, I don’t think- I didn’t think you… Jesus… sleeping with,” he muttered the last part, trailing off, visibly tense.

She stood up and walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle.

“You’re right,” she spoke with her face against his back.

He didn’t move, stayed tense.

“You’re right,” she repeated.

For another moment he didn’t move.

“I’m not very good at this,” she explained, “like I said - my only experience consists in someone with who I could never make it work.”

At this he softened with a sigh and turned, hugging her and resting his chin on her head.

“This isn’t just sex,” she said.

“No, it’s not,” he answered. She nodded against his chest and his arms tightened around him.

“But he’s the only person in the world that I have and - I can’t risk losing that either.”

“I understand.”

She couldn’t see his face, everything flashing through it.

“I always see or say things too late,” he said.

She didn’t know what he meant but she tightened her own embrace.

“C’mon,” he kissed the top of her head, “if we don’t fuck now you’ll be late for work.”

She laughed and started walking to the table to get her plate.

“Yeah, I think it means something,” he said, “something about Jesus, Big J.”

***

Still - she called Jesse later that day after Jimmy dropped her off at work. He didn’t pick up.

“Uh, hey,” she left a voicemail, “just wondering how you’re doing, how the new place feels and uh if you maybe want to go buy furniture later… anyways, or just - I don’t know. Call me. I hope you didn’t sleep on the floor. I mean. You could stay at my place until you get a bed. I - uh. Yeah. Call me. Okay. Bye.”

Ellie focused on work.

At night, she saw he’d texted her that he was working. She asked what kind of work he meant and he replied that new work. She stopped pressing, exhausted by the time she left work and sleeping until the next day at home.

***

The next day she had a double shift in a crowded ER, so things went kind of the same. She texted with both Jimmy and Jesse, but didn’t see either of them, not knowing they’d seen plenty of each other in the past twenty four hours.

Saul had to admit a part of him was pleased with Jesse continuing on his illegal business - now that he knew it meant Ellie wouldn’t be willing to date him like that.

So went the week until she got a call from Walter.

“Uh, Ellie, hey,” he said. She didn’t know this, but he was standing outside Saul’s office.

“Oh, hey Walt,” she said, “what’s up? Everything okay?“

“Well, umm.. not exactly. You see, I thought you might like to know, Jesse- I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Jesse’s been cooking again.”

“Wait, what?”

“He’s - I don’t know if he’s using - yet. But he’s been cooking without me and I’m worried- I’m concerned about where it will lead. Him getting bad again.”

“No, yeah…” she trailed off.

She couldn’t see, didn’t know he’d just walked out from a meeting with Jesse and Saul that had ended with Jesse saying he couldn’t stop him from cooking his version of meth. She didn’t know she was being used by Walt to stop Jess.

“Anyways. I know he’s not your child or your problem, but I couldn’t keep it from you. I thought I should tell you.”

“Thanks. I gotta go,” she was distraught, so she hung up.

In the hallway of the hospital, she pressed the phone to her chin, thinking. That’s why Jesse’d been avoiding her, texting vaguely and not picking up.

She decided as soon as she was done with work she’d drive over to his house. She decided for once she wouldn’t leave halfway through the day, acting like his mother who couldn’t stomach his use of agency.

***

In the end, she was too nervous to stomach it. If he had relapsed, or if he was just cooking, or whatever it was, it could wait one night.

The next day was her day off, so she went to Jesse’s house in the middle of the day, knocking loudly and calling his name out.

“Open up!” she tried the handle but it was locked for once. She kept knocking.

Finally, he opened, standing there in his socks and jeans and a grey tee.

“What’s up?” he calmly asked. She pushed past him and went inside.

At least he’d gotten some furniture, though she didn’t like it. Skinny Pete and Badger were sitting on the couch, on the table in front of them a bag of crystal.

“You tell me,” she glared at it.

“What? I’m not using, we’re talking business, that’s all.”

“Yo, you scared the shit out of me, knocking on this bitch like a narc,” Skinny said.

“Jesse, what the fuck?” Ellie said.

“I’m cooking, you said it yourself, the problem isn’t cooking, it’s using, right?”

Badger and Skinny looked at each other and then at Jesse and Ellie uncomfortable.

“We should leave now, right?” Badger said.

“Yeah, go man,” Jesse made a face, “everything we talked about, still on.”

Ellie clenched her teeth while Jesse walked them out. When he closed the door behind them, she was plopping down on the couch with a sigh. Jesse came and sat next to her.

“Ellie-”

“I can’t stop you, Jess. But I really don’t want to see you go back. The- the last time I-” she tried not to get sentimental, but the memory of the track marks on his arms, his broken face, his despondence, were all still haunting her mind.

“I know, and I won’t. It’s nothing like last time. It’s pure business. I’m working on something that I’m good at.”

“What? And this is the only thing?”

“Maybe, yeah.”

She shook her head. “There was a time when you wanted to make art. When you wanted to be a woodworker. There are so many things you’re good at.”

“Yeah, but those don’t make money.”

“Right. And you care about that now.”

He sighed and leaned back, pulling his hair.

“I’m doing this. But you can stay clear of it this time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I won’t call you with problems, I won’t mix this with our life. It’s separate. Work and home, period.”

“You were having a sales meeting in your house.”

“Whatever, you get it. No more Saul, no more bullshit. It’s a small scale thing, and everything will be low-key, everything will be fine.”

She pressed her lips and then leaned back on the couch. “Okay.”

They stayed silent for a moment.

“You were ignoring me this past week,” she finally said.

“I was just figuring shit out. What have you been up to?”

“You know. Work. Art.”

He gave a soft smile at that. “I loved the piece you made,” he pointed to the wall where it was hanged.

She smiled back. “I didn’t want you to see it when I made it. But then I thought your house was too empty for me to be shy.”

“I’m glad. I love it.”

They smiled at each other and had a prolonged moment of eye contact, Jesse’s lips giving a small twitch and Ellie feeling her gut contract.

“I’m not gonna kiss you now,” he said softly.

“Alright.”

***

She was at home after spending some time with Jess, having eaten at his house and listened to music, hung out. Trying to ignore the sexual tension. It would fade one day, right?

Ellie started on a new painting. The canvas was square, she started working on the shadows and lines. While she was drinking coffee and working on it, she got a call from Saul.

“Yeah?” she picked up.

“Listen, I don’t usually mix you in this, but some shit’s going down.”

“Uh, okay? Is Jesse fine?”

“Yes, yes, Jesse’s fine, why do you open with that? Jesus,” he exhaled, “Walt’s brother-in-law is trying to get the RV and we’re going to try and fix that. No one can really explain shit to Jesse because his phone might be tapped. Can you get him over to your place?”

“Yeah, okay, okay - wait, what does he know?”

“Nothing! You say nothing on the phone, you explain once he’s with you and you don’t let him leave until we tell you it’s done.”

“Alright, okay. Bye.”

She called Jesse as soon as she hung up. He picked up instantly, but she could hear he was in his car.

“I can’t talk, El, what?”

“Jesse-“

“Everything’s okay, I’ll call you back.”

He hung up. She groaned out loud and called Saul.

“He knows something, he was moving and he wouldn’t talk.”

“Shit. Fuck shit those two are the messiest clients I have ever had. You know when they give you the problem kid to work with in kindergarten? And you think, it can’t be that bad? But then it is and he’s shoving crayons up your asshole and-“

“Saul, what do we do?”

“Nothing now!” he cried, “hope they come up with something and then if needed I bail him out.”

Jesus. Hadn’t Jesse said this morning no more involvement with Saul? She shook her head.

“Okay. Do you know where they are?”

“No. And if I did I wouldn’t tell you. You’d go there.”

“I’d try to help, you’re goddamn right!”

“How would it help for you to show up!?”

“Agh!” she hung up, clenching her phone and then smashing her fist into her leg three times. She knew there was nothing she could do but she didn’t want to hear that. Fuck her day off, fuck her life not letting her just have a good day for once. She’d had a good day with Jesse! And now it all went to shit just like that.

Saul called her back.

“Do you want me to come over and help you relax?” he opened.

“No. I’m waiting this out.”

“You know, might be easier to wait it out with me inside of you-”

“Goodbye now.”

She hung up. She opened the drawer full of old pictures, both from high school, Santa Fe, all the different epochs of her life. She took out a pair of scissors and started making cutouts, started working on something she’d paste on top of the canvas the idea had now shifted from.

After about thirty minutes of working at it, she got another phone call from Saul.

“I think they’re fine, I think everything will be fine now.”

She’d been in a weird state of mind, worry combined with the strange certainty that between the three of them they’d somehow not get caught. But what now?

“Thank you, Jimmy.”

“Hey, you could be on speaker. On this phone, call me Saul.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Saul.”

She hung up and called Jesse.

“I’m sorry,” he picked up, “I was-”

“I know. I talked to Saul.”

“Why? That asshole shouldn’t involve you in shit like this, you should be clean of all of that.”

“Jesse, I think Walt warned him and they wanted me to get you out of the way while they fixed things.”

“Yeah, well, I got there and fixed them myself, right?”

“Okay. I’m glad.”

“Anyways, change your number or something. I don’t like Saul having it, that’s weird.”

She bit her lip. “There could be an emergency sometime.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a bitch and he’ll probably try to make up shit to get into your pants.”

Ellie laughed awkwardly.

“You’re okay right?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go home to clean up and then, uh, you wanna get dinner?”

“Yeah. Definitely. Your place or mine?”

“Let’s go out. I’ll pick you up, yes?”

“Yes. Jesse - what’s going on? We need to figure out-”

“Not on the line. Don’t worry about it. I’ll fix everything. I promise.”

“Okay.”

“See you in an hour?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

***

One of the nurses she got along well with called her from the hospital.

“El, I think your friend just came into the ER, he looks bad,” she said.

“What? Which friend?”

“He’s under Pinkman, I barely recognized him, but I remember you mentioned him.”

It had been over an hour, but she was just giving him that flexibility with time. She hadn’t wanted to press him. She forgot to hang up, forgot to say she was on her way.

She got in her car and arrived at the hospital when he wasn’t in his room yet.

“Jesse!” she cried out, rushing through the crowd to him.

Even though she was dressed as a civilian, most of the nurses recognized her. She gripped the edge of his bed and took the place of one of the doctors, pushing him aside and looking up at the nurse on the other side of the bed.

“What’s his condition?”

“Ellie,” Jessie said, but she barely glanced down at him.

“What happened?”

“Uh, a cop called it in. He’s been tested, no concussion, but he was beat up pretty badly.”

Ellie looked down at him again. His face was worse than she’d ever seen it, swollen, purple and broken.

“Whose stitching that up?” she pointed.

The nurse behind her spoke up, “I am.”

“I got it, bring me everything.”

“Ellie,” someone pulled her arm from behind her, everything was slightly spinning, she heard Jesse call her name again. She was overstimulated and reactive, she turned with her brow furrowed and her face flushed red with a “what!?”

Hugh was standing there, he pulled her gently but strongly aside while she tried to turn back to Jess.

“Ellie, hey!” he snapped. She turned to him in panic. “You can’t do that, you understand?”

“Hugh, I don’t care, I-”

“I know you care about him, but let him get the best treatment - there’s a reason doctors don’t treat family and friends.”

“You don’t understand, he- he-”

“I do. I do get it. But doctors make worse bedside friends than they do patients. That’s what we don’t talk about.”

“At least let me stay with him.”

“Of course. But change into scrubs, I don’t want the Chief to call you out.”

She nodded and swallowed.

“Breathe first,” he said.

She breathed and nodded at once.

“Again.”

She closed her eyes and took a breath. She had been going crazy. She could hear her pulse drumming inside her ears. She opened her eyes and nodded one last time to Hugh, grateful despite being a flirtatious prick when they first met, he was respectfully helpful now.

She went to the changing rooms and opened her locker, changing into her spare scrubs, which had some bloodstains on one knee, but were otherwise clean. She picked at it with her fingernail, but it didn’t come off.

In the end, she headed upstairs, taking her pager with her, through which Hugh let her know which room Jesse was in.

When she got there he was staring at the ceiling, clenching his jaw. He’d been stitched up, but he still looked terrible.

“Jess,” she breathed out. His eyes looked at her but he didn’t move his head. She approached the bed and sat on the edge of it, taking his hand. He gripped it tight.

“I’m sorry about dinner,” he joked. She laughed and covered her mouth with her other hand.

“I’m sorry I lost it out there,” she rolled her eyes, mostly to keep herself from tearing up, “I’m supposed to be the calm one right now.”

“No,” he tried to smile, but winced, “no, it’s alright.”

“What happened? Who did this?”

He clenched his jaw again.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Jesse-”

“It hurts to talk. Could you just lay down for now?”

She looked around. She let go of his hand, walked to the door and closed it, though it wouldn’t latch. Back on the bed, she put her ass at the height of his head and tried taking him in her lap.

“No, come down here,” he said.

She wiggled down, now face to face with him. She tried not to cry when she saw how bad he looked. He took her hand. With a trembling bottom lip, she managed to smile. Hoping it wouldn’t hurt, she kissed his cheekbone, tasting in that kiss also the salt of her own tears.

When she shakily drew back from his face he was looking at her with his huge eyes, some unnamed feeling on his features distorting his face even further than the bruises did. She wanted to ask what but she knew what it was. She swallowed and felt herself faltering when a knock came on the door.

“Shit,” he said, “I forgot I called him.”

Ellie sat up, wiping her tears and opening the door. It was Saul standing there.

“Well, good to see the whole team’s here! Amazing work,” he pulled out his phone and turned on the flash on it, testing it by taking a picture of Ellie, who winced at the harsh light.

“What the fuck, Saul?”

“Test run or spank bank, we’ll see,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

Jesse let out an annoyed but subdued groan.

“Okay, evidence time,” he walked up to the bed without any more preamble and started taking pictures of Jesse from every angle. Ellie stared.

“What is this?” she asked.

“What? Hasn’t he told you what happened? It’s pure gold, is what it is. It’s his golden ticket out of surveillance! It’s a restraining order and an act of God in one!”

“What happened?”

“You know who did this to him? That DEA asshole, Schrader - right after he stalked him without orders. It’s perfect!”

“Hank Schrader did that?” Ellie paled.

Jesse didn’t say anything, but his jaw was clenched tight again.

“Yo, Adrian,” he showed the last picture to Jess, “Rocky called, he wants his face back.”

Jesse gave him a glare.

“What? Too soon?” he turned to El.

She shook her head and walked back to Jesse’s bedside, now on the side of the window and not the door, on the chair besides his bed.

“C’mon, someone’s gotta cheer everything up!” Saul said, “and remind you both, you just got handed a get out of jail free card! You understand, right? I mean, just blink once if you understand.”

Jesse kept glaring.

“The DEA’s worst nightmare is that face out in public,” Saul went on, walking over to the same side of the bed Ellie was at, “now they’re gonna have to steer clear of Master Pinkman for fear of the PR shitstorm that will rain down on them if this story ever gets out. This,” he gestured at Jesse on the bed, “this beating? Best thing for you. You’re home free! Good right?”

“Saul,” Ellie snapped.

Jesse continued saying nothing and glaring.

“What?” Saul innocently asked, and then laid a hand on her shoulder, pretending nonchalance. Jesse stared at it with a surprisingly increased glare.

The door opened and in came Walt.

“Oh my God,” he said, walking towards the bed.

As Saul couldn’t speak without excessive use of gestures with his hands - along with, obviously, extremely diverse facial expressions, he took his hand from her shoulder to greet Walt.

“You’re now officially the cute one of the group,” Saul said, “Paul, meet Ringo, Ringo, meet Paul,” he turned to Ellie, “that makes us John and Yoko, I guess.”

She glared at him.

“This is,” Walter shook his head, ignoring all that Saul said, “I- Jesse, I’m- I am so sorry for this. This should not have happened.”

“But it did,” Jesse spoke for the first time since Saul had gotten there, “no thanks to you.”

“The plan did work,” Walt defended himself, “you’d be locked up right now if we didn’t- hey, but it’s - it’s fine, I just - I never saw this coming.”

Jesse turned away and didn’t say anything.

“So,” Walt turned to Saul, avoiding Ellie’s eyes, “what, uh… what happens now?”

“What happens now?” Jesse said, “I’ll tell you. What happens now: your scumbag brother-in-law is finished. Done. You understand? I will own him. When this is over every cent he earns, every cent his wife earns, is mine. Any place he goes, anywhere he turns, I’m gonna be there. Grabbing my share. He’ll be scrubbing toilets in Tijuana for pennies and I’ll be standing over him to get my cut. He’ll see me when he wakes up in the morning and when he crawls to sleep in whatever rat hole’s left for him after I shred his house down. I will haunt his crusty ass forever. Until the day he sticks a gun up his mouth and pulls the trigger just to get me out of his head. That’s what happens next.”

Ellie stared at the floor with her lips drawn in a tight line. He was understandably upset. She trusted he’d - appropriately - come up with lesser measures once he felt better.

“Uh, my advice,” Saul spoke up, “that’s probably not a good strategy. I mean, they’re scared of you right now, they want nothing to do with you. If you hit them, they’re forced to hit back. Hard. I mean, they will turn-”

“Okay, Saul, Walter, out,” Ellie stood up. “Out. It’s bedtime for Jesse. Counsel can pick up tomorrow and you don’t really have anything to do here, I’m guessing,” she directed the latter part to Walter.

They both tried to speak but she gave them a look that clearly meant it was over.

She stood up.

“Out,” she repeated.

Saul bowed his head and walked out. Walter waited another moment, looking at Jesse again.

“Jesse,” he started, while Saul lingered outside the door, within earshot, “Jesse, that’s not what you want to do. Walk out, while you’re ahead.”

Jesse scoffed, “nothing changes. I have a get out of jail free card.”

“I don’t think-”

“You, bitch. They catch me? I’ll make a deal. I can give them what they really want. Heisenberg and his million dollar meth empire. You’re my get out of jail free card,” his features were full of wrath, he spat out, “bitch.”

Walter tried to speak again and Ellie crossed the area, pushing both him and Saul out the door.

“No more talking now, not now.” She closed the door behind them and leaned against it, closing her eyes.

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

I'll Stand By You (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! We've reached Halloween in Westview. I hope you all enjoy!

Songs used: "I'll Stand By You" by The Pretenders (1994) and "This I Promise You" by NSYNC (2000)

Summary: Westview is slowly falling apart as Wanda worries reader is drifting away. With some sibling chaos. I'm bad at summaries. :)

With a sigh, you began making your way downstairs, following the sounds of the commotion. Wearily tugging at the skin-tight suit that you couldn’t seem to avoid wearing for the day.

“Woah, smokin’ costume, sis-in-law!” You heard Pietro whistle which only made you sigh again in exasperation. “If you weren’t already married to witchy over here…” He trailed off as he leaned against the wall.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a chuckle when you saw Anna smack his shoulder. “That’s my sister you’re talking to.” She warned, glaring at Pietro who just laughed in response.

“You and Mom look nice, Momma.” Billy said sweetly with a smile which you easily returned. Reaching over to affectionately ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, Mom is old Red Riding Hood and you’re old green riding hood, Momma.” Charlie said with a laugh, looking at Pietro for approval who merely held up a hand for a high five. You clutched your chest to feign hurt and gave Anna a disbelieving stare when she began to laugh as well.

Much to your annoyance Pietro then turned his attention back to you. “Let me guess, you’re a… woodland fairy queen? Or the woman of my dreams?” He finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Pietro.” Wanda warned. Anna smacked him in the back of the head.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was going for, Pietro. I live to visually please you.” You quipped back sarcastically.

Before he could say anything else, Wanda walked over to you. Leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips which you shortly returned. “Thank you for humoring me and wearing this… dramatic get-up, honey.”

“Well, there were no other clothes in my closet, so…” You replied flatly, watching the way Wanda’s smile faltered. Unable to stand seeing the look on her face, you attempted to lighten your tone. “I knew you had a thing for me in tights.”

Her shoulders relaxed when you posed dramatically and sent a teasing smile her way. “I have a thing for you in general.” Wanda said in a husky voice, a small smirk on her lips.

Leaning in closer you matched her smirk, “What a coincidence because I just so happen to have a thing for you as well.”

Wanda let out a quiet giggle and you smiled adoringly at the way her nose scrunched. As Wanda was leaning in again, you turned to face the rest of the family in the living room. Wanda sighed.

A short laugh escaped your lips as you watched Billy and Anna cover Pietro and Charlie’s eyes in a desperate bid to win the video game that they were playing. The laughter faded when you watched Pietro pull out sodas, teaching the twins how to chug the can and then burp much to your annoyance. Anna threw her own can at Pietro’s head.

“It’s wonderful that our siblings are so…” You paused as you watched the four begin wrestling for the remote. “Great with kids.”

Wanda nodded unconvincingly as she watched the scene by your side. “Yeah... They’re just full of surprises.”

Lightly you pat her shoulder as you stepped around her. “Well, good luck with them tonight. I’m sure it’ll be entertaining to say the least.”

Wanda turned to face you, a frown tugging down at the corners of her lips. “What?” She followed after you as you made your way to the door. “What do you mean? You’re all dressed and ready to go.”

You gestured vaguely to yourself. “I’m undercover. Ellie said there’s been mischief running amuck in the community and she suspects neighborhood watch. An inside job, Wanda! I'm an investigative journalist now.” Dramatically you tossed your cape over your shoulder for emphasis.

The frown on Wanda’s face remained as she shook her head lightly, “But that’s not what you’re supposed to…”

Skeptically you eyed Wanda. “What do you mean supposed to?”

“You didn’t tell me you had plans.” She eventually grumbled in annoyance, ignoring the question entirely.

“Well, I’m telling you now.” You replied with a small shrug.

Her eyes gleamed with frustration as if she couldn’t believe the words you were saying. “It’s the twins first Halloween. You have to be there.”

Anna and Pietro stepped over before you could get a word out. “Woah, what’s the big deal?” Pietro asked as he teasingly placing his hands in between you both like you were about to start fighting. “I’m much more fun than Y/n. No offense, you’re still smokin’.” He winked your way and you gagged.

Anna pushed him away and turned to Wanda with a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Wanda. We can help with the twins. It’ll still be fun.”

“Uncle Petey to the rescue, huh?” Pietro added with a goofy grin.

You clapped his shoulder and turned to Wanda. “Sure… Petey. Problem solved. Have a spooky time tonight, kiddos. I love you!” You called out to Billy and Charlie who were engrossed in their game.

“Love you.” They called back distractedly, never taking their eyes off the screen.

Hesitantly you stepped back over to Wanda, ignoring the gloomy expression on her face as you lightly caressed her cheek.

With a small smile you leaned in and kissed her other check. “Be good.” You whispered before pulling away. Once again, you posed dramatically, smirking when Wanda begrudgingly replicated the action. “Time to solve this case!” With a final toss of your cape you left.

Wanda’s shoulders drooped slightly as the door closed behind you. Seconds later, you poked your head back in. “I forgot to say… you look beautiful, my love.” You called out sincerely, sending a wink Wanda’s way before shutting the door behind yourself again.

The blush on Wanda’s cheeks made both Pietro and Anna smirk in amusement.

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“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Pietro called after the twins with a smile as they walked off to one of the houses with Anna. He furrowed his eyebrows questioningly when he noticed Wanda staring at him.

Wanda attempted to force an easygoing smile on her lips. “Do you remember when we were at the orphanage and there was this song that we used to sing? The one that would play on the radio whenever the soldiers radio frequencies would interfere with the our frequencies? It went like,” Pietro just stared, his head tilted slightly. “Let me come along, ‘cause even if you’re wrong-”

“-I’ll stand by you, I’ll stand by you. Won’t let nobody hurt you. I’ll stand by you.”

You sat patiently outside the door, the music playing quietly on your phone to break up the silence that surrounded you. And possibly send a message to the woman who was currently ignoring you.

Natasha walked over and kneeled by your side. “Are you planning on staying out here all night?” In response you lifted your shoulders slightly in a small shrug. “You should at least eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” You murmured, spinning the rings on your fingers absently.

With a sigh Natasha stood up and gently pat your head. “I’m going to bring you both food. And I expect you both to eat, even if you aren’t talking right now.”

Almost as soon as Natasha had walked away the door behind you opened, causing you to fall backwards. “You can turn the cheesy 90s music off now. I get it.” Wanda said quietly, her posture tense.

You scrambled to shut the music off and rushed to your feet. “Hi.” You said nervously.

From where you stood you could see Wanda fight a smile. “You’ve been sat outside my room for three hours and all you came up with was hi?”

Shyly you rubbed your arm. “I did have a whole speech planned out in my head but looking at you now I can’t seem to think of anything other than you.”

Wanda melted with your words and you could see the frustration in her eyes begin to fade away. “Did you really mean what you said? That you don’t care?”

Tentatively you reached out and took her hands. “Never. Not about you. I was talking about myself. I will care about you forever.” Care was a placeholder for what you truly wanted to say and you both knew it. "I'm sorry for making you think I didn't."

With a sigh, Wanda pulled you into her arms. “Well I care about you, so if you care about me you also have to care about yourself.”

You buried your face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. “Okay. I care...” You mumbled letting the silence wash over the moment. “Did we just have our first fight? I hated every minute of that.”

Wanda’s chuckled slightly. “Yeah. Me too…” Her eyes shone brightly with amusement as she gently tilted your head up to meet her lips, finding comfort in your touch.

You were her safety.

Impatiently Pietro snapped his fingers in Wanda’s face, squinting his eyes slightly at her expression. “You’re testing me.” He said flatly with a knowing point of his finger.

Wanda quickly feigned innocence, still shaking away the memory that had filled her mind. “No, I’m not.” She insisted.

Wanda was testing him though. She knew he wouldn’t know that song. He shouldn’t have.

In response he waved a hand dismissively as he gestured vaguely to his face. “Hey, it’s cool. I know I look different.”

Unable to help herself, Wanda nodded. Her brows furrowed. “Why do you look different?”

Pietro shrugged. “You tell me. I mean, if I found Shangri-La I wouldn’t want to be reminded of the past either.” Wanda looked back at him pensively.

Anna then rushed back with the twins. “Your turn, Uncle Petey!” She exclaimed patting Pietro on the shoulder.

“Alright, Uncle Petey’s about to maximize your candy acquisition. Not like your lame Aunt Annie over here.” He joked, ruffling Anna’s hair who just smacked his hand away. He offered a hand to Charlie who eagerly took it as Billy linked on.

Before Wanda could even blink they had sped away. “I’m beginning to think he’s a bad influence.”

Anna spun around to face her. “Beginning? I hate to break it to you, Wanda, but between the two of us I’m the only good role model here.”

Wanda just shook her head in amusement when someone in the distance caught her attention. “I’ll be right back, Anna.” Anna nodded and ran to try to catch up to the twins. Wanda made her way over to the person of interest. “Hello, Ellie.”

Ellie turned to face Wanda a mild look of surprise covering her features. “Hi, Wanda. Where’s your lovely wife?”

The polite smile that Wanda had grown so accustomed to made an appearance. “Oh, it’s okay you don’t have to be secretive. Y/n told me about the undercover piece about neighborhood watch that you have her working on.”

Curiously Ellie quirked her eyebrows. “I haven’t assigned Y/n to any undercover pieces.”

Wanda’s smile wavered slightly. “Oh. I thought… I thought she…” Her lips pulled down slightly in thought.

Ellie shifted nervously in the silence as her brows furrowed in concern. “Is there something I can do for you, Wanda?” She continued on before Wanda could utter a response. “Do you want something changed?”

A confused chuckle fell from Wanda’s lips. “No. It’s fine. I must have just misheard her this morning.”

“If you say so. Tell Y/n I said hello.” Ellie finally replied, sending a wink Wanda’s way as she walked off.

“Hey, that woman looked so much like Amelia. Y/n loved her.” Wanda jumped at Anna’s sudden appearance. Her eyes clouded over when she processed what the teenage girl had just said.

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“This is so lame. I can’t believe you’re making them return all the candy.” Pietro grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

Wanda crossed her arms indignantly. “Well, I can’t believe what a bad influence you are.”

“That’s why I’m better.” Anna added in a sing song voice.

Pietro sneered. “Oh, shut it, pipsqueak. We’re here to do the exact same thing, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the sis-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats and ultimately… Give Wanda grief.”

Anna huffed when Wanda looked at her suspiciously. “I mean, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” She asked, her tone dripping with irritation that was a stark contrast to her positive attitude earlier.

The confusion at the situation caused Wanda to purse her lips as she allowed herself to consider the two people before her. “Anna, weren’t you six when Hydra… I mean, you weren’t a teenager when you…” She trailed off slightly, not wanting to finish the thought.

The younger girl rolled her eyes defensively. “Look, that was years ago. I aged. That’s what happens inn life, isn’t it?” Anna crossed her arms when Wanda didn't seem convinced. “I don’t know, okay?”

Wanda frowned slightly then turned her attention to Pietro. “And you. What happened to your accent?”

“What happened to yours?” Pietro countered defensively. He sighed when Wanda leveled him with an unimpressed stare. “Look. Details are fuzzy, man. For both of us. All I remember is getting shot like a chump in the streets for no reason at all. Next thing I know, I heard you calling us.”

Anna stepped forward, nodding along with Pietro. “We knew you needed us.”

The words hung in the air like an unanswered question. “Uncle P, Auntie A, guess what?” Charlie shouted excitedly effectively ending the conversation as she rushed over with Billy.

“There’s a treasure bag with full sized candy bars on the lamp post!” Billy pointed up eagerly at the post that was hanging directly above their heads. “Mom, can you help us get it?”

The sound of metal crunching filled the air as Charlie waved a hand. The lamppost giving way easily as she skipped over and took the bag off the light. “Next stop, Cavity Town!” She cheered as she walked back over and passed one of the treats to Billy.

“My niece is a badass!” Pietro hollered as he lifted Charlie on his shoulders. Wanda couldn't help the pride that bubbled in her chest as she watched her daughter's powers develop. She wished you would have been there to see it too. “Just like your uncle P! Chip off the old Maximoff block!”

Anna coughed pointedly. “Manipulating earth and metal? Sounds a lot like the badass comes from my genes.”

“It’s okay, baby. You can take it slow, and you can-” Wanda’s words were interrupted as Charlie began flying through the sky, cheering all the while. Wanda shook her head in amusement at the way Charlie smoothly flew through the air, her smile unwavering.

Billy watched his twin excitedly which Wanda took note of.

When Charlie floated too low, Wanda grabbed her foot and gently pulled her down. “If you’re going to explore, please just take your brother with you.” Wanda said seriously.

“Really?” Billy asked happily.

“Really?” Charlie repeated with a pout.

Wanda bit back a smile as she nodded. “Really. And please, just remember-”

“Don’t go past Ellis Avenue.” They responded in unison.

“We know, Mom. We know.” Charlie said dismissively as she offered her hand to Billy and a moment later they floated into the air.

Pietro and Anna shook their heads. “Be careful! I love you!” Wanda shouted after the twins.

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For the past several hours a feeling of discomfort had settled in your chest as you wandered the city of Westview. The feeling reached its breaking point when you watched a woman frozen in time, replicating the same action again and again. The moment solidified your resolve. You needed to see what was outside this city. To see if all these odd occurrences were just that… odd occurrences.

You didn’t want to believe it was Wanda. It couldn’t be.

In a bid of desperation, you took advantage of one of your new-found skills and allowed yourself to fly into the skies of Westview. Everything looked completely normal... Except for one set of lights stopped strangely at the edge of the town.

Curiosity got the better of you as you flew over to investigate the scene. The sight of the stalled car unnerved you as you wearily made your way over to the driver’s side. “Agnes? What are you doing here?”

Despite the question, Agnes continued to stare off into the distance, almost as if you weren’t there at all. “Took a wrong turn.” She lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug. You worriedly took note of the way her eyes were glossed over with unshed tears despite her face being completely void of emotion. “Got lost.”

Her words were monotonous which was so out of character for the woman you’d seen before. You frowned. “Lost? In the town you grew up in?” There was no response from the other woman as she continued to stare blankly ahead. Your fingers tingled with uneasy energy. “I wonder…” Hesitantly you lifted your hand until it hovered over her temple. You closed your eyes as you focused, becoming one with the earth’s current until a short burst of light drifted from the tips of your fingers into the side of Agnes’ temple.

With a gasp, she sprung back to life. Agnes desperately took your hands, pulling you down. “You! You’re one of the Avengers! Are you here to help us?”

“I do want to help.” You assured her. “But what’s an Avenger?”

Agnes pulled her hands away as if she’d been burned. “What? Why don’t you know?” Suddenly she began patting herself down anxiously. “Am I dead?”

Your brows furrowed in concern. “No, no, why would you think that?”

There was a brief pause before Agnes turned her attention back to you. “Because you are.”

The tightness in your chest increased tenfold. “I am what?”

“Dead. You’re dead. Dead, Dead!” Agnes shouted hysterically causing you to flinch back involuntarily.

Determinedly you pushed forward again, ignoring her words. “Agnes, I want to help. I’m going to get help. To reach someone outside of Westview and figure everything out.”

“How? No one leaves. Wanda won’t even let us think about it.” Manic laughter startled you into silence as she continued. “All is lost. We’ll never escape her.”

Despite numerous attempts to call out to her, Agnes’ laughter never stopped. The unsteady tingling in your fingers began again as you took a deep breath and grounded yourself with the earth once more. You lifted your hand to her temple and almost as soon as the light entered her temple the laughter stopped.

“I will fix this.” You declared softly.

A caricature of a smile overcame her features. “Alrighty, neighbor!” She said as she turned the car around. “Happy Halloweenie!”

With a new sense of determination, you marched forward into the open field in the distance. The soft buzzing of static becoming louder and louder the further into the field you ventured.

Cautiously you reached a hand out to touch where the sound seemed to be coming from only to be met with resistance even though nothing was there. Confusion took hold of your emotions as you watched the costume you were wearing transform into your typical clothes as you pushed your arm through the energy barrier.

Knowing this was the only way, you pushed forward, feeling as if your mind was being wiped clean the further you walked.

The pain was becoming unbearable, but you knew you couldn’t turn back.

As the pain worsened, a quiet song began playing in your mind, almost as it was attempting to comfort you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look at me.” A soft hand on your face tilted your chin up. Her eyes were flooded with worry but her gentle touch brought you comfort. “This might hurt a bit, but we have to do this.”

A soft groan fell from your lips as you could feel the first stitch begin to close your wound. “Wait, wait.” You hissed, pushing her hand away from your bleeding side.

Her fingers gently brushed through your hair. “Y/n. You’re bleeding, we need to stitch this up now.” You knew she was right, but you still wanted to roll away. The woman quickly scrambled to her feet, stepping away for a moment before rushing back with a small device in her hands. “Here. Focus on the music. Focus on me. Not on the pain.”

“I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before and I promise never will you hurt anymore. I give you my word, I give you my heart. This is a battle we’ve won and with this vow, forever has now begun…”

When the song from the radio reached your ears, a choked laugh fell from your lips despite the pain you were in. “Did you plan for the cheesiest 90s song to play?”

In response she smiled ever so slightly, but her eyes remained focused on the task. “I didn’t, I swear. Guess I just got lucky.”

“Yeah. Me too…”

Staring up at her made it impossible for you to focus on anything else as you processed the words that floated from the radio. She was done before the song had even finished. You didn’t feel a thing.

“I didn’t see they were government agents.” You murmured guiltily after a moment as you watched her wrap your now stitched up side.

Her concerned eyes met yours. “Y/n, I don’t blame you. I’m just glad you’re okay. I was so scared I wouldn’t get there in time. That I wouldn’t be able to protect you. I... care about you.” Her words were sincere as her thumb lightly caressed your cheek. The placeholder word from your past making a comeback.

The small box of a room that was your newest hideout was dingy, but with her here it was the most beautiful place in the world.

Your chest tightened with familiar feelings that you spent so long avoiding. “Can you hold me?” You looked away as you asked, still not used to the vulnerability.

“Of course.” She breathed out, carefully helping you to bed before gathering you in her arms. Her heartbeat against your ear was the sweetest song you had ever heard. You had never felt safer than when you were in her arms.

Wanda was your safety.

“Wanda.” You gasped out, feeling yourself refocus on the current world around you as thoughts of Wanda flashed through your mind. Of Wanda smiling. Of Wanda laughing. Of Wanda crying. It was all there again.

Until it wasn’t.

With a gasp you fell to the floor, clutching your head, feeling yourself – your mind - begin to fade away.

“Why aren’t you helping her? Something is wrong with her, she needs help!” You heard a voice scream anxiously. You looked up just in time to see the woman get held back by someone. “Steve! Natasha! Help her!” She cried out holding her ear as a man tugged her arm down and handcuffed her to a car.

Despite the pain coursing through your veins you continued to weakly crawl forward. The threat of losing consciousness and the sense of who you were increasing the further out you moved from the barrier. “Th-they need h-elp.” You gritted out, not remembering why, but knowing it was why you were there. One of your arms gave out from under you as you fought to keep your eyes open.

The bespectacled woman watched you with growing concern, tugging desperately at the handcuffs that kept her in place. “Steve, Natasha, you need to hurry.” She said quietly, her eyes widening when you fell to the floor.

Everything went dark.

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There was a comfortable silence in the air and Wanda could almost allow herself to relax as she sat on one of the bales of hay while the twins played on their own in the town square.

Almost.

“Where were you hiding all these kids up until now?” Pietro suddenly questioned with a smirk.

“What?” Wanda replied in surprise.

Anna leaned back on her hands, feigning amusement. “I assume she let them all sleep peacefully in their beds.” She picked at the hay in disinterest. “No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday cameo, right?”

Pietro rolled his eyes. “Hey, back off. She’s the empathetic twin.”

“I don’t-… I didn’t-” Wanda stuttered. Anna smirked slightly.

Waving his hands dismissively, Pietro continued. “She handled all the ethical considerations of this scenario as best she could.” Wanda’s mind seemed to be put at ease as Pietro’s speech continued. “Families and couples stayed together, most personalities are the same, people got better jobs. Better style, for sure.”

Flicking a piece of hay at Pietro’s head, Anna added. “Convincing my sister that she’s in love with her.”

Wanda turned her head sharply at Anna’s words. “What do you mean convincing? Y/n loves me.” Her brows furrowed as she considered Anna’s words. “She does.”

A laugh fell from Anna’s lips. “You can cut the act, Wanda. Pietro and I know everything.”

“I’m not acting. Y/n and I love each other.” Wanda defended quietly, trying desperately not to let Anna’s words get to her.

Anna shrugged. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself. Y/n was in love with Amelia- sorry, you renamed her Ellie.” She smirked when she saw Wanda’s fingers flex slightly. “They were soulmates. They made the best team. I’ve never seen Y/n more in love than she was with her.”

Wanda’s jaw clenched, and Anna’s smirk grew.

“Do it. Make her go away.” Pietro encouraged Wanda when familiar red tendrils began drifting from her fingers.

Anna tilted her head in mock sympathy. “What? You don’t want to hear the truth?”

With a wave of her hand, Anna slumped on the hay. Pietro cheered. “She’s just sleeping. She’ll be up in a few minutes.” Wanda said quietly, feeling the shame creep up on her as she tried to shake Anna’s words. Pietro laughed, and she turned to face him. “You don’t think it’s wrong?” Wanda asked quietly, her voice uncertain.

“What, are you kidding? I’m impressed! Seriously.” He admitted with a knowing smile. “It’s a pretty big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wiggly-woos out of your hands.”

For a moment Wanda stared off in the distance, allowing his words to wash over her.

“How’d you even do all this?” He finally asked. Wanda shifted uncomfortably at the question. “Hey, I’m not some stranger, or your wife, or your wife’s annoying little sister. I'm your brother. You can talk to me.”

Wanda’s eyes began to glisten to unshed tears as she thought over his question. “I don’t know how I did it.” She admitted quietly. “I… I only remember feeling completely alone. Like I was drowning. Just… Endless nothingness. Empty.” A tear fell down Wanda’s cheek.

“Mom! Mom!” Wanda heard Billy call out to her frantically as he ran over with Charlie following closely behind him. Wanda quickly composed herself.

Rushing over to the twins, Wanda felt dread build in her chest. “What is it, Billy?”

“I hear Momma. In my head! She’s in trouble.” The fear on his face made Wanda’s concern increase tenfold as her stomach dropped. “I don’t know understand. What’s happening to me?”

Wanda placed comforting hands on his shoulders as she struggled to control her emotions. “Where is she? Where is your mother?”

“Hey, don’t sweat it, sis. It’s not like your dead wife can die twice.” Pietro flippantly replied with a chuckle.

Anger. That's all she felt when Pietro spoke so dismissively about you. Unable to control her anger, Wanda shot out a hand as Pietro was sent flying back from the force of her powers.

Taking a breath, Wanda turned back to her terrified son. “Billy, I need you to focus.”

Closing his eyes, Billy began recounting what he saw. “I can’t tell. I see these… soldiers.” Wanda tensed even more. Billy gasped. “They think she’s dying!”

For a moment Wanda was sure her heart stopped.

Thinking quickly, she turned away from Billy, her eyes glowing red.

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Steve and Natasha ran up just as the walls of the barriers began moving forward. They continued to sprint forward while Haywards minions made desperate attempts to run away.

“Y/n!” Steve cried out, feeling fear seep into his bones when he saw your lifeless form sprawled out on the empty field. On numb legs he began moving faster. Hopelessly, he was forced to watch the red energy wash over you once again.

Natasha cursed as they lost sight of your body. The red barrier continued to push forward when they were mere feet away from Darcy. “Fu-” They heard her mumble through a wince as she also became lost behind the barrier.

“We have to get in there!” Steve shouted.

With determination, Natasha nodded. “Let’s try.” A moment later they were pushing against the red energy that was fighting against letting them in.

Annnnnd we have concluded with the 90s! Chaos is the main population of Westview right now. A lot happened here. I'm not even sure what to say to be completely honest. A little nervous about this part.

Anyway...

As always, thoughts and comments are always welcome! Let me know what you think. :)

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Babe

A/N: Um so this is kinda a vanilla smut since I know not everyone is into all the kinky shit. But yeah, trust me when I say my next one won't be the same. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also if you’ve seen the ‘I trust you with my drink’ trend on TikTok, this is kinda where it came from.

Pairing: Ellie Williams x F!reader

Characters: Ellie, OC Male, You, mentions of Joel, Dina, Jesse.

Warnings: mentions of roofies, alcohol, brief mention of potential sexual assault (?), swearing, threat, slight violence, smut, fingering, oral, lowkey vanilla smut, basically PWP. 

You hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way at all. No, you were expecting to walk back to your place with your boyfriend and then watch as he embarrassed himself trying to get into your pants, yet again. But that’s definitely not what happened tonight, what happened was much better than you expected. 

It was the night of the dance and you had just arrived, your arm wrapped around your boyfriend Jack’s arm. Your eyes squinted at the bright lights around you in the hall and upbeat music filled your ears. Your gaze now wandered over to the dance floor, noticing Dina and Jesse were dancing together and having a great time. It was when you looked towards the bar that you saw her. 

Ellie. 

Her short hair was tied up in a small ponytail, showing more of her facial features than she usually would. Her hand was wrapped around a small whisky glass, moving it towards her lips for a sip every so often. Before you could move your gaze away, you locked eyes with her, noticing a small, shy smile appear on her lips. 

Noticing Jack was moving towards his other friends, you gently pulled on his sleeve, leaning over and kissing his cheek before telling him that you were going to see your friend. He grumbled a reply as he walked away from you, causing you to roll your eyes at him. 

“All on your lonesome, eh?” You joked as you walked over, ordering a drink as you stood beside Ellie. You watched as her head dipped slightly, a chuckle leaving her lips before her eyes met yours once more. 

“I could say the same for you.” She grinned, gesturing over towards Jack and his friends, watching as he laughed at something one of them said next to him. 

You shook your head as you didn’t reply, leaning against the bar as you gripped the glass with both your hands. Ellie’s eyebrows rose in question at your silence, watching as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She spoke after a moment, her body turning slightly towards you as you looked up at her in surprise. 

“It’s just that-” You paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to explain what you were thinking. “I want to break up with him.” 

“Woah, what?” Her eyes widened. “I thought you liked the guy.” 

“I did...” You trailed off as you took another sip of your drink, your gaze turning back to Jack and his friends, watching as he spoke about something and then slightly gestured to you. 

“But?” 

“I feel like he just wants to have sex and then he’ll break up with me.” You sighed, your hands fiddling with the glass to preoccupy yourself. 

Ellie’s posture straightened in response, her body tensing at the words. You realise what you said might’ve sounded bad and your hand instantly went to grab hers that was on the bar in reassurance. 

“He’s not forcing me to do anything I promise,” You spoke gently, watching as her face became slightly red and her eyes were trained on your hand on hers. “It’s just that he really wants to have sex.”

“That’s still not okay, Y/N.” She shook her head, downing the rest of her drink from her glass before placing it down. 

“Look, let’s not talk about him right now okay?” You replied, trying to turn the conversation around. 

You knew that Ellie wouldn’t take the new information well, especially with her dislike for Jack in the first place. You and Ellie were close ever since you saved her from a hoard that was passing through while she was on patrol. You both had managed to hide it out on one of the abandoned floors of an office building for a few nights, getting to know and trust one another. It was then she learned that you had just ran from a group called the ‘WLF’ and you were barely hanging on by the skin of your teeth. 

Once the coast was clear from the hoard, she had offered you a place at Jackson, asking you to come back with her. You had agreed, causing you two to become close throughout the years. That’s when your crush on her had started and to try and get rid of it, you had started to date Jack. 

You could admit you did like him, but you couldn’t get Ellie out of your head. Whenever you were with him, thoughts of her always appeared in your mind. 

After quickly changing the subject, you noticed how her frown had slowly turned into a smile as you two laughed and joked about Joel walking away with a woman for the first time in a ‘century’, as Ellie called it. Placing your half full glass on the bar counter, you told her that you were just going to the bathroom, asking her to take care of your drink while you were away in which she agreed. 

Ellie bit her lip as she watched you walk away from her. Was it selfish to say that she was glad that you wanted to break up with your boyfriend? Probably. But the thought of him putting pressure on you to sleep with him irritated her to the core. 

It was when she felt someone stand in front of her that she looked up, her posture straightening once more as she realised who it was. He had a playful smirk on his face as Ellie looked behind him and saw some of his friends hanging behind, watching. 

“Shouldn’t that be my job? Holding my girls drink?” He snorted, leaning over to try and take the glass from her hands.

“No fucking way,” Ellie replied bluntly, pulling away and putting the glass behind her on the bar, crossing her arms as he stepped forward. “I know what you’re going to try.”

“Well then you’ll know she’s being a prude and just needs a little...” He pauses for a moment, before the smile on his face widens when he hears the snickers from his friends. “Push.” 

Ellie didn’t hesitate when she threw her fist hard at his face, hitting his nose and hearing a loud crack. She watched as he fell back, landing on the ground while holding his now bloody nose, her body hovering over his. She didn’t notice the crowd that were now gathering around as she grabbed his shirt tightly and brought his body towards hers. 

You were just walking back towards the bar when you noticed the small crowd by the bar where Ellie was previously. With a frown, you squeezed yourself through to see Jack on the floor, blood covering his face and your friend holding him by his shirt, the anger clear as day on her face. You paused with shock for a moment, taking in the scene before you rushed forward, hearing part of their conversation. 

“-do you understand?” Ellie growled as you gently grabbed her shoulder. She looked over at you, her gaze softening before letting Jack go completely, ignoring as he groaned in pain on the floor. 

“That’s enough!” Maria’s voice rang out as she walked towards you, Tommy was not far behind as he helped Jack back up while she tried to disperse the crowd. 

Jack watched as your hand slowly moved to Ellie’s neck, your thumb rubbing in circles to comfort and try and calm her down, causing him to laugh. You both looked over as he wiped some of the blood off of his face with his thumb. “I always knew you were a whore, Y/N.” He pointed towards the two of you in disgust as you felt Ellie pull herself away from you. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” Raising her voice, her body moved towards him once more but stopped as you stood in front of her, shaking your head as your hands cupped her cheeks. 

“It’s not worth it, Ellie,” You reassured her as you glanced over at him, a sigh escaping your lips before speaking. “We’re over, Jack.” And that was all you said as you took Ellie’s hand, pulling her away from the crowd and towards the door, away from the mess that had been created and towards your house. 

                                                            -----

You sat on your back porch, blanket wrapped around you as Ellie sat next to you on one of the wooden chairs. She didn’t say anything as she looked up at the stars, almost as if she refused to look at you. 

Sighing, you fidgeted in your seat, turning slightly so that you were facing her. “Ellie,” You spoke after a moment, watching as her gaze wavered slightly. “I’m not mad if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I know you’re not,” She sighed, looking down at her hands as she spoke. “I shouldn’t of hit him.”

“But he deserved it right?” You chuckled sadly as you gripped the blanket tighter around you. “You don’t usually hit someone unless they really deserve it.”

A small smirk played on her lips as she looked over at you, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” She paused for a moment before speaking once more. “He threatened to drug you, so I hit him.”

You let out a shaky breath at the realisation of how serious it was. Your hands trembling slightly at the thought of Ellie not being there. Feeling her hand softly cover one of yours, you noticed that she had moved to crouch in front of you. “Thank you.” You spoke softly as she nodded in acknowledgment. 

You two didn’t speak for a moment, your eyes locking with one another before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers softly. The kiss was soft and sweet before she pulled back, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “Y/N, I can’t,” She said sadly, looking back up at you. “You just broke up with him.”

“Let me just say this then,” You replied, your hands moving to the sides of her neck gently. “I have been in love with you for so long and I tried to date someone else to get over you. I thought you didn’t feel the same way about me and that’s why I was dating Jack.” 

Ellie paused for a moment, her eyes widened at you admitting your love for her. She nodded, taking it in before crashing her lips back onto yours. The gasp you made was silenced by her tongue as you tasted the whisky she drank earlier on her lips. 

You hands moved so that they were wrapped around her neck while she stood up over you, her hands holding the armrest of the chair to support herself. Panting, you both moved away slightly, a small grin appearing on your lips as you were able to admire Ellie from up close. 

“I thought you didn’t want this?” You questioned, giggling slightly as her cheeks became a slight red. 

“And then I thought, fuck it.” She grinned, leaning back forward to kiss you, her lips pressing hungrily against yours. Her right hand moved to slowly push your hair behind your ear before she started kissing down your jawline and towards your neck, nipping at it gently. 

As she kissed your neck, you felt as her hands moved to your waist, slowly pulling you up from your seat so that you were both standing. “Ellie, let’s go inside.” You gasped as she bit the side of your neck, knowing that it was going to leave a mark in the morning. 

She then moved away, grabbing your hand as you guided her into your room. As soon as the door was shut, you were on her again, your lips clashing together as your body leaned against the door, her body on yours. 

You only pulled away when you started to take each other’s clothes off. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she raised her arms to help, once it was off, you threw it across the room before pulling yours up over your head quickly. 

Your bodies hastily moved towards the bed, kissing each other passionately. Ellie’s back fell, slowly landing on the bed while you climbed on top of her, straddling her. You shifted your body slightly, moving so that you could reach the button of her jeans, your fingers easily unbuttoning them and pushing them down her hips. 

She raised her body slightly, helping you take her jeans off as you leaned forward, crushing your lips against hers hastily. You felt as her hand moved towards your hair, gripping it tightly in her hand causing you to moan into her mouth. 

One of your hands slowly trailed down her body before reaching the band of her underwear, your fingers teasing before slowly moving your hand inside. Your middle finger slowly moved to her clit, smirking when Ellie gasped at the feeling, her hand that was gripping your hair tightening. 

You moved your finger slowly in circles, teasing her as your lips moved to her jaw, pressing soft kisses as you listened to her soft panting. You felt as her hips grinded against your fingers as you added your ring finger, the pace getting quicker as moans began to come out of her mouth. 

“Keep doing it like that, Y/N.” She gasped out as her hand went to the back of your neck bringing you down and pressing your lips against hers. Your fingers sped up as you felt her body twitch as she came, her pants and moans muffled by your lips against hers as you helped her through her high. 

You soon felt her body relax, removing your fingers from her before pulling away from her. Ellie didn’t give you time to react when her body was on yours, pushing you onto your back while her lean figure hovered over you. 

“Hey!” You giggled as you felt her hair tickle your face, looking up at her with a soft smile. 

“It’s your turn babe.” Ellie smirked before she started to kiss down your neck, nipping at your skin before moving down your chest. She then moved off of you before moving towards the edge of the bed, adjusting you slightly before unbuttoning your jeans and throwing them off to the side of the room. Her fingers then reached towards your underwear, moving them down and towards your ankles and off of your body. 

You soon felt the tip of her tongue on you, almost as if she was testing the waters. The feeling of it caused you to jerk in surprise, hearing Ellie laugh before her hands gripped your hips to hold you in place. She then tried it again and this time she was not holding back. 

Her tongue moved against you, slowly creating a rhythm as your hands reached her hair, gripping it tightly to try and ground yourself. Whines soon began to leave your mouth as well as her name as you felt one of her fingers push inside of you. 

“Oh my god,” You moaned as you felt her finger curl slowly, teasingly. “Ellie, please.” 

Hearing yourself beg was something you never thought you’d hear as you felt your cheeks redden, but that thought was soon gone as she quickened her pace. You hadn’t realised that she had pushed in another finger until she hit that sweet spot, causing your body to twitch in pleasure. 

Ellie knew that you were almost there as your body began to try and grind against her and her pace began to hit a quick rhythm. It wasn’t long before you came, cries coming from your mouth as she kept up her pace to try and make it last longer. 

You soon began to relax as you tried to catch your breath, feeling Ellie remove herself from you before looking up at you with a smirk. “What?” You asked breathlessly, running your hand through your hair as you pushed yourself up from the bed slightly. 

“Nothing,” She shrugged as she got up, her body moving towards the bathroom, grabbing the doorknob before pausing. She looked over at you and gestured to the bathroom with her head. “Up for round two?” 

A wide smile appeared on your lips as you sat up. 

“Fuck yeah.”

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Can you write something in which the RFA learns about Jumin's mother, it just irks me that they don't realize the damage they unintentionally perpetuated with the way they treat him. Specially Zen, I'm sure they'll be baffled if they just knew...

YES this one is amazing actually, I'd love for them to understand him better bc they do treat my man poorly :'(

RFA finding out about Jumin's mother (mentions of emotional abuse)

After a year of being together, you and Jumin decided to move out of the penthouse and go and live at his old childhood home. You were a bit nervous about the whole change, but Jumin assured you that it was all going to be alright.

You fell in love with the house as soon as you saw it, and that night as you laid in your bedroom with Jumin, you talked about the place, and about your future.

"This is the place I'd want to raise our children." He murmured against your skin that night, and you smiled as you imagined the happy future that would await the two of you.

A few weeks later, after the two of you had gotten everything ready, you decided to do a housewarming party, and so, you invited the whole RFA.

You handed out appetisers with Jaehee by your side, as Jumin and V chatted, probably catching up after a while of not seeing each other. Yoosung was talking with Saeran, while Zen was dramatically moaning in the corner as Saeyoung played with Elly and tried to get her as close as Zen as possible.

After you were done eating, Yoosung stood up from the sofa. "Oh! Hey guys, you haven't even done a house tour yet, that's the most important thing!"

Jumin looked at Yoosung. "Hmm... a house tour? I don't see why not. Are you alright with it love?" He asked you and you nodded, standing up from your spot and grabbing Jaehee's hand.

"I'm actually pretty excited to show you all around! C'mon!" You said as you led everyone out of the living room and showed them around the rooms.

Everytime you showed the group a new room, Yoosung would let out a gasp and moan about how lucky the two of you were to have such a giant house, while Zen would scoff and say, "why do you even have these many rooms? I bet you don't even use them all."

Eventually you all made it up to the third floor, where you showed them your room and the guest rooms. As you explained to Jaehee and V what you wanted to do with one of the rooms (you wanted to build your own office and were asking for their input on the decorations) Yoosung found a room at the top of some small stairs and slowly opened it.

"Woah what's this!?" He asked as he went inside, with Zen following behind him.

"Oi, trust fund kid, why is there a room full of creepy toys?" Zen said, and then Saeyoung whistled as he looked around.

"You know this looks as if it was from those creepy horror movies where the kid dies in here or something and becomes a ghost to haunt everyone! Saeran look at these toys!"

The younger twin only rolled his eyes but did agree that it was a pretty creepy place.

You had never really seen the room before, so you were really confused too. You looked at Jumin and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Jumin, did you know this was here?" You asked, and he nodded.

You exchanged a look with V, since it was pretty clear Jumin was feeling a bit uncomfortable. You cleared your throat trying to get the other guy's attention.

"Hey everyone, why don't we go downstairs now? I think lunch is ready."

Yoosung popped his head out from the room, an elephant plush on his hand. "Awww but I was actually having fun! Besides, Jumin hasn't even explained why you have this place.... wait." He looked you up and down and let out a small scream. "MC DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE PREGNANT!? SINCE WHEN, AND SO EARLY!? YOU TWO AREN'T EVEN MARRIED, I MEAN CONGRATS BU-"

Zen immediately walked out of the room and gaped at you, then he glared at Jumin.

"No way, YOU GOT MC PREGNANT? DUDE WHAT THE HELL ISN'T SHE A BIT TOO YOUNG TO-"

"OH MY GOD CAN I NAME THE BABY?!" Saeyoung screamed from behind and you sighed. Jaehee, thankfully cleared her throat and quieted the guys down.

"Why don't we listen to what MC wants to say instead of coming up with random conclusions? And Saeyoung, stop touching the toys, please we don't know if they hold a special meaning to Jumin."

You gave her a grateful smile and then looked at Jumin. "Well, I don't exactly know what this place is, but I am definetly not pregnant! We aren't ready for that yet haha. Anyways, maybe Jumin doesn't really want to talk about this place, so why don't we go back down?"

The boys let out a disappointed sigh but started leaving the room in a single line, and you were about to nag them when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Jumin, who was giving you a small smile.

"It's alright love, thank you. I think I can tell them...after all they're my friends and I trust them."

Saeyoung let out a whoop and held a small duck finger puppet he had found inside.

"Yes! I can't wait to listen to what crazy things Jumin used to do as a child, I mean, this used to be your play room right?? What I don't get though is why it's in an actual basement, and the reason it feels so gloomy...you didn't murder someone in here did you!?"

"Saeyoung please." V spoke up from behind him and looked towards Jumin's direction, a worried expression on his face. "Jumin, you don't have to tell them, why don't we go and eat?"

Jumin shook his head and smiled at his friend. "It's fine. Like I said before, the RFA is a group I whole heatedly trust, and I'm alright with telling them. They did ask after all."

"What's the big deal?" Zen grunted. "This was probably just a room where he would play. That's all. Although I have to admit I'm surprised you even have a whole toy room for yourself. I didn't think you were one to play with toys."

Jumin smiled, although you could see that it was a sort of sad, forced sort of smile.

"You're correct, I wasn't the sort of kid that used to play with toys. Instead, I loved to read and investigate about things that intrigued me. I also enjoyed studying."

Zen scoffed. "Of course, so you had a whole room full of toys that you never used. Seriously, do you rich people care that little about everyone else? There must've been plenty of kids without any toys at home that would've killed for a room like this."

"Zen." You glared at him and he stopped, a guilty look appearing briefly on his face.

"I'm just saying..."

"Love, it's fine. He's right in a way." Jumin said. "These toys were a sort of...present from my mother. She didn't like that I wasn't like other kids, that I didn't really play with toys. So she decided to buy a bunch of them and give them to me, to see if I would finally play with them. I didn't really find them interesting though, so that only made her more exasperated in a way. To this day I don't really understand what would make her so angry but it did. She ended up filling the basement with toys and then she would lock me up in here for hours to try and get me to play with them."

You felt your eyes widen, and everyone in the RFA stood in silence as they listened to Jumin who was saying all of this in a really nonchalant way.

"Jumin...I didn't know. For how long would she lock you up?" You asked, and Jumin shrugged.

"Sometimes it'd be between four hours, if not more. One time she locked me for 15 hours straight."

"That's horrible!" You gasped. And Jumin caressed your cheek. "Jumin I'm, I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have...I'm sorry." You buried your face in his chest and hugged him tight.

"It's alright love, it's all in the past now. And I don't mind sharing it with the RFA. They're my friends and it's fine if they know. Now, why don't we go and eat? I'm sure you're all starving."

The whole group was suddenly startled by Jumin's sudden mood change but they nodded, unable to really say anything. You decided to leave downstairs first with V.

Yoosung quickly put the toy back in the room and shyly glanced up at Jumin, a guilty look on his face. "I'm...I'm sorry Jumin. We really shouldn't have been so nosy."

"Yeah... Yoosung's right." Saeyoung said from beside him, his tone serious. Jumin noticed that Saeyoung had a dark expression on his face, just like Saeran, as if they were suddenly remembering something. Saeyoung looked at Jumin and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry for joking about it. I'm sure it was hard...especially to tell us. Sorry for making you remember that...that horrible thing your mother used to do...no one should ever go through that."

Jumin smiled at his friend. "Like I said, it's alright. You all didn't know, and I trust you enough to tell you. I don't mind that you asked at all."

Yoosung and Saeyoung nodded, and gave Jumin encouraging smiles before following you downstairs. As Jaehee passed by she nodded at Jumin and looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she reluctantly grabbed his hand and squeezed.

Jumin felt himself taken aback for a bit, after all Jaehee had never really touched him like that before, and the only times she did, it was because they were shaking hands as boss and employee.

But this time, it was different. Jaehee was now touching him as a friend. Jumin felt his heart warm, happy at the thought of Jaehee seeing him as a friend and treating him as one.

She quickly let go and walked downstairs followed by Saeran who gave Jumin a nod.

Jumin looked back at the room and was about to close the door, when he noticed Zen standing stiffly behind him.

"Zen?" He asked, and the young actor only huffed, his face suddenly becoming red.

"Uhm. I...listen. This is the only time I'm saying this, and I'm not going to repeat myself alright? So pay attention. I'm...I'm sorry about the whole basement thing. Uhm, like Seven said, we shouldn't have tried to pry into your business like that."

Jumin felt the corners of his mouth twitch, but he tried his best to keep a serious expression. "Thank you Zen. To be frank, I'm surprised that you're actually apologizing for this, it wasn't really your fault."

Zen huffed. "Idiot, I'm apologizing because I made fun of the situation without knowing anything about it. And...I mean...I am also apologizing because I might've been too harsh in you all this time. Don't get me wrong, I still think you're a brat that has always had a silver spoon on his mouth, but I guess I never thought you might've dealt with some... pretty heavy stuff too." He blushed and tried to look anywhere that wasn't Jumin, who didn't know if he should laugh or just look at Zen in surprise.

"...I probably shouldn't be saying this but, I'm glad you told us. At least now I know that you're human like the rest of us and not a robot." Zen tried to joke, and Jumin smiled.

"I certainly am not, but I'm glad that your opinion towards me has changed. I still find it strange though that you would think I'm a robot, after all, currently it isn't possible to actually make a full functioning machine that behaves like a human. Actually if there was one then I'd like to know, maybe having a robot working on C&R would help us raise stocks even more than usual, I have to ask assistant Kang to-"

"Alright shut up, I get it, I get it. Anyway we should go downstairs, the rest are probably waiting for us to start lunch."

Zen quickly walked down but before he could completely leave Jumin grabbed his arm, making Zen freeze and glare at him.

"What?" He said.

Jumin chuckled. "Nothing. I'm just glad we got to understand each other better today."

Zen scoffed. "I...yeah whatever. And I mean...like I said I'm glad you told me. I know what it's like to...to have a parent force their ideas on you. I just want you to know that I understand. I-I mean, I still despise you but...listen next time just tell us something like that, don't keep it inside. You're...you're our friend after all and we do worry."

Jumin couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, and Zen coverrd his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, yeah laugh all you want. Just don't tell anyone else that I told you this or I swear I'll never speak to you again."

Jumin chuckled. "Alright I won't."

"Good." Zen started going down the stairs.

"Hey Zen." Jumin said, making Zen sigh and look back at him with an eyebrow raised.

"You're a good friend. Thank you."

Zen felt himself blush once again and he quickly mumbled a 'you're welcome', then he quickly went downstairs.

Jumin locked the basement doors and went to the living room, where the RFA was talking. He smiled as he saw his group of friends joking around and teasing each other.

Thankfully the mood became lighter during lunch, and Jumin enjoyed talking with his friends. He was happy to be in a room full of people that he cared about deeply, and he felt even happier when you reached for his hand under the table and gave him a big smile.

The RFA behaved differently towards Jimin from that day on. It wasn't a bad different, but instead they started treating him like an actual person, that could have feelings and could joke around. From that day on Zen, Jumin and the twins definetly became closer, and even if Zen didn't want to admit it, he had really become fond of Jumin.

Eventually, you wanted to know what to do with the room, and Jumin decided to turn it into a nursery for your future kids.

"Jumin I...are you sure?" You asked him, and he nodded.

"I don't want to pass by that place and only remember the bad things. This time I want to make good memories in there, with you, and with our future family. I promise that I will try my best for all of you."

You smiled and kissed his nose. "Thank you Jumin. I'm sure that you'll be a great father, and I can't wait to start that new phase with you. Of course we have to get married first."

He chuckled and nuzzled your nose. "Yes, and I can't wait for the day where I get to call you my wife. I love you MC."

"I love you too Jumin."

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 7

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1896

Warnings:  Pregnancy, smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, electrostimultion).

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 7: Glass Making

Our honeymoon was spent between the bed, the beach, and the pool.  Everyone went into full time, holiday mode for once. We were relaxing and just enjoying each other.  I was proud of them for just being able to turn off the way they all did.  I thought Steve would keep checking in with Hill and Fury, but I never caught him doing that once.  Instead, he was mostly out in the ocean with Thor, Clint, and Wanda, or at the bar with Tony and Sam.

There were a few small complications.  Bucky was having a little bit of a problem with sand and the salt air with his arm, but Tony would use an air compressor to clean it out when he needed it.  Mornings could be a little rough with Wanda’s and Natasha’s morning sickness, but with the right combination of ginger pills and bland food it usually passed before lunch and we’d spend the rest of the day sunbathing, swimming, going to the spa, or fucking.  Most of the time we were just relaxing and having fun.

There was a buzz of excitement about me getting pregnant too, and Tony was extremely protective of me, which I found very funny.  There was a firm rule; ‘the only dicking down Elise gets is his’.  He seemed to really want to make sure that baby was biologically his.

It wasn’t until the second week that Tony wasn’t just hovering over me all the time, ready to try again at a moment's notice.  I was taking the time to just relax on the beach, stretching out topless on a rug and getting some sun.  Thor came striding down the sand wearing nothing except a pair of dark blue swim trunks.  He had a bright pink frozen cocktail in one hand and Mjolnir hanging from the other.

“Elise,” he boomed, coming over and sitting beside me.  “You are without your shadow.”

I chuckled and lowered my sunglasses, looking at him over the top of them.  “Mmm… it’s nice isn’t it?”

Thor placed the glass down in the sand and Mjolnir above my head on the rug.  He leaned down on his elbow so he was hovering over me and looked down into my eyes.  “Very nice,” he agreed and brought his lips to mine.  His hand ran up my side and caressed under the curve of my breast.  I moaned softly and arched my back so my breast pushed up into his hand.

“Is Tony not being here a big turn on?” I giggled as he broke the kiss and began to kiss down my chest and latched on to my breast.

“My wife lying half-naked on the beach is a turn on,” he said looking up at me as his fingers danced down my stomach and slipped into my bikini bottoms.

I moaned and reached down and palmed his cock through his trunks.  “I’ll have to do it more often then.”

“It is just good to see your inhibitions dropped,” he said as he slowly fingered my clit “There are always so many people to worry about doing such things.  It is exciting, is it not?”

“Oh yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips up against this hand.  His cock hardened under my hand, and I outlined it with my palm as I stroked it up and down.

Thor chuckled and pushed my legs apart before kneeling between them.  “Try not to attract too much attention,” he teased before pushing my bikini bottoms to the side and running his tongue up in a wide swipe.

I hummed and closed my eyes, tangling my hands in his hair and tugging on it lightly.  He began to slowly and methodically lap at my cunt.  I rolled my hips against his face as he very gradually increased his pressure and pace and became more focused.  Despite his warning not to attract attention, he was in no hurry to get this over with.

My cunt tingled and my toes curled.  I gripped his hair and pushed him harder against my cunt grinding it against his face.  He groaned loudly and pushed two fingers inside me.  He twisted them inside me and spread them, adding a burn to the buzz traveling through me.  I rocked my hips faster and faster as I got closer and closer to the edge.  Just as I was sitting right there on the edge, Thor pushed his fingers against my g-spot and I came, bucking up against his face.

He groaned drinking up the fluids that gushed from me.  He started to crawl back up my body, pushing down his trunks just enough to free his cock.

“Woah,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.  “Where do you think that’s going?”

“You don’t want it, Elise?” He purred, kissing my neck and palming my cunt.

“Thor,” I moaned, rolling my hips against his hand without even meaning to.  “Not until I’m pregnant.”

“But you are, my queen,” he said, his hands still sending waves of pleasure running through me.

I froze and looked up at him.  “What?”

“I just noticed as I came over, mea vida,” Thor whispered.  “You are with child.”

Tears pricked my eyes and I pulled him down into a deep and passionate kiss.  As his lips caressed mine and his tongue flicked into my mouth, he sunk his cock deep inside of me.  I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he rolled his hips with mine, pulling himself up so that the base of his cock rubbed against my clit.

I raised my hips and pulled my knees up and he moved to his knees and pulled me up more, starting to fuck me hard.  He leaned down, his spine curving, and his muscles flexing as he pounded into me.  I reached my hands over my head and my hand wrapped around Mjolnir’s handle.  A crackle went through both of us.  It made my muscles clench and my hips buck up hard.  I cried out and lightning started to dance on our skin and blue plasma leaked from our eyes.

“My goddess,” Thor groaned, looking down at me.  I cradled his jaw and we began to move as one.  He leaned down and kissed me deeply.  Everything was intense, there was no thought of no longer attracting attention, we were loud and bright.  Electricity danced along the sand, turning it to glass as we got closer and closer to our orgasms.

“Oh god,” I mewled, arching my back up.  He angled his cock so the head hit my g-spot again and again.  “Thor, Thor, I’m so close.”

“I am with you, lover.  With me,” he groaned and picked up his pace.

We came as one, I cried out arched right up off the rug and Thor roared and he jerked inside me and released.  A crash of lightning exploded out of us and burst up and along the sand.

As everything settled, I collapsed back panting.  The ground was hard under me and when Thor rolled from on top of me onto his back he started to laugh in a soft deep rumble.  “I think we marked our spot,” he chuckled.

The gate that led to our bungalow opened and Clint and Steve came out.  “Well, well, well, what have you two been up to?”  Clint teased.

“That thunderclap scared the shit out of me,” Steve added.

“Sorry,” Thor laughed as he got up and I put my bikini top back on.  “We were taking a moment and Elise took hold of Mjolnir.  Two thunder gods coming together like that will always make a mark.”

“Jesus,” Clint said, coming over and kneeling beside us.  He brushed the sand away from the glass on the ground.  “You can say that again.  You made a sex sculpture.”

I got up and moved the rug.  Beneath where we had a thick piece of glass had formed.  Branching out from the large center where we lay were long tendrils of glass that resembled the roots of a tree.  “That is beautiful,” I said.  “Can we keep it?  I bet it would look amazing in a fountain.”

“Yes, that’s what we need, El,” Clint teased.  “A big ol’ sex sculpture.”

I pouted and Steve sighed.  “Thor and I will dig it up and put it on the jet.”

I ran over and kissed his cheek.  “Thank you, Steve.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me close.  “Weren’t you supposed to be holding off on penetrative sex until we knew you were pregnant?”

I smiled up at him.  “I am pregnant.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and then softened.  “Really?”

I nodded, tearing up again.  “It is true,” Thor added.

“Oh, El,” Steve said and leaned in and kissed me deeply.  Clint moved up quickly and when Steve pulled back, Clint pulled me into his arms and kissed me too.

I pulled back and leaned against Clint as his calloused fingers brushed over my stomach.  “El, I think there’s someone you need to go tell before everyone else.”

I nodded.  “Yeah. Yes.  I’ll go do it.”

“And tonight we’ll have a nice family meal on the beach to celebrate,” Steve said.  “Four new children.  This is going to be interesting.”

“You’re telling me,” Clint said.  “Thank god we’re getting nannies.”

I flicked through the threads, locking on to Tony’s and I followed it to where he was sitting at the Bar with Sam.

“There she is,” Sam said with a slight slur in his voice.  He held out his hand to me, and I took it and let him draw me in against him.

“What was the bang?”  Tony said.  “Gave me a minor heart episode.”

“I was making lightning with Thor,” I said.

“Well, warn a guy next time,” Tony said.  “Were you looking for us?  Ready to try again?”

I smiled and took Tony’s hand, putting it on my stomach.  This was what it was supposed to be like when you were having kids.  People were supposed to be there for you and be excited.  I was so happy to be getting it now and I wanted to drag it out as long as I could.  “I’ll doink you if you want.”

“Doink,” Sam giggled.  “You’re so sexy, princess.”

“I know I am,” I teased.  “We don’t need to try anymore though.  So it would just be recreational doinking.”

Tony blinked at me as Sam wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck.  “Congratulations, babe,” Sam whispered.

“Seriously?”  Tony asked.

“Yeah.  Thor just told me,” I said smiling and playing with Tony’s fingers.  “You happy?”

He seemed to be frozen and in the moment between heartbeats, I began to panic that he’d changed his mind and he was going to panic again.

All at once, he lit up, a huge smile crossing his face.  He drew me into his arms and kissed me deeply.  His hands going into my hair.  I started to cry as we kissed, my emotions getting the best of me.  I was so happy.  Tony pulled back and brushed the tears from my cheek.  “Why are you crying?”  He asked.

I shook my head.  “I just… can’t believe we get this life.”

He smiled and pulled me close.  “Me either, honey,” he whispered.  “But we do, so let’s just enjoy it.”

// NEXT

[writer-jamie]

Whiskey and Hidden Feelings - Joel Miller x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: Whiskey and hidden feelings don’t mix well. Joel was about to learn that the hard way.

Warnings: Spoilers from tlou2, mentions of sex.

Tag List: @peakymarvels @miss-goldenweek @samdrakeftw @fangirl-inthe-us @apocalypsekid @imahardcase

A/N: I’ve decided to make this a series, i’m not sure how long it’s going to go on but it’s going to be at least 3 chapters! I will write some smut in this series but i need a reason for y’all to come back right 🤔 I hope you enjoyed! I will be including more of Y/N’s backstory in chapter 3 and there will be more conflict and shit to come! See you soon!

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You had taken Joel up on that drink, and multiple after that. Ellie would sit at the bar and watch your little ‘dates’ as she liked to call them and would insit you tell her everything after them. She stopped walking you home when Joel started doing so. Dina told her to stop cockblocking you so she did. Dina is..is a special one. One drink led to another and you two were always leaving the bar pretty drunk but you didn’t mind, it was just the way you two worked. 

Joel would meet you outside work and walk you home, after all it wasn’t like he had anything else to do. If you were in the normal world, he would be the type of guy to meet you after work for coffee and a cake. He was fucking perfect.

The best part was Ellie. She enjoyed your company anyway but with you being with Joel, she had more of an excuse to hang out with you. She spent most her nights sleeping over at your house and basically lived with you. But she would always complain when you and Joel were all lovey dovey. But what hurt Ellie the most was that you and Joel weren’t being exclusive. You would sleep with Steve most nights, mainly for some comfort during the nights and because Joel, even when you invited him inside, would leave with a kiss. You thought he just didn’t want to have sex, but Ellie knew it was because he didn’t want to scare you off. Every time Steve would show up at your house, she would tell him to fuck off and leave you alone but nothing ever worked, and you were still sleeping with the man. Nothing ever worked.

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You crossed your legs and sat on your bed and ran your fingers along your arms. You touched the rough skin around the litter of scars from years on the run. You leaned over and grabbed your water, taking a sip before watching Ellie walk up the stairs. “Hola Señorita!” You smiled and grabbed the hot drink from her. “Can i see your tattoo again?” She crossed her legs and joined you on the bed. “Why? Needing inspiration?” You joked. She nodded and you looked at her seriously. “Hey not until you are eighteen. I don’t need Joel turning around and blaming me for your tattoo ‘inspiration’.” You laughed and moved your arm, allowing the girl to see it. It was a flower and a bird crossed together. She loved it. “What does it stand for? Like why did you get it?” She asked, moving back to get comfortable. “It was my dad’s favourite bird and flower. He was a gardener before this shit.” You explained.

“How old are you?” Ellie mumbled and looked down at the floor. “Well that’s rude. You shouldn’t ask a woman her age, Els.” You giggled before sipping on your drink. “I’m twenty seven.” You raised your eyebrows at the girl. Ellie snorted on the drink and laughed loudly. “My birthday is in October. I turned seven just before all this shit happened. I'm not looking forward to thirty. God I'll be so olddd.” You groaned and dramatically leaned backwards, putting your arms on your stomach. “Thirty isn’t old. Try being Joel. He’s like seventy!” Ellie laughed and laid down next to you, resting her cup on her stomach. “He’s not that old.” You poked her side and looked up at the ceiling. 

“You’re only saying that because you fancy him.” Ellie turned to face you with a shit eating smile on her face. “I fancy his cute butt.” You laughed and looked at the girl. Her face turned from a smile to a grossed out expression as she realised you were serious about it. “You two are so fucking gross.” She turned onto her stomach and grabbed her notebook from her backpack. The girl scribbled in her book and looked at you before sketching you surrounded by flowers. The same flowers as your tattoo.

The room fell silent and the soft sound of the wind outside hit the small house. The whistling of the wind was a sound that often helped you sleep on restless nights. You looked around at the empty walls of your house. You had nothing to decorate with so why bother? Anyway, who knows you might need to pack up and leave suddenly. At least that's what you have been telling yourself for the past eleven years. You wanted to feel secure and you finally felt safe at Jackson. Well as safe as you can feel. The safest you‘ve felt since your dad died.

“Are your parents still alive?” Ellie asked after a minute of silence. You sighed loudly and looked at Ellie. “No my dad died a few years ago and I never knew my mother.” You moved positions and sat up again, stretching your legs out. “How? Didn’t your dad tell you about her?” You shook your head and reached underneath your bed, finding your box of things. You grabbed the box and put it on your lap before rummaging through, looking for the photo album. “Ah ha!” You shouted when you found it. “This...” You opened the book on a picture of you and a middle aged man. “Is my dad. My rock.” You showed Ellie. The girl took the photo album into her hands and tilted her head, looking intently at the photo. “My mom was an egg donor. I never met her. I was made in a test-tube and put into my surrogate, my dad’s best friend, Susan.” Ellie looked at you with utter confusion, like everything you were saying was from some alternate reality. 

“My dad was gay. He liked men and because men can’t have babies alone, he and his partner at the time decided to get a surrogate to be able to have me. It was expensive as hell but my dad he..all he wanted was a child of his own. Thats why I look so much like him, because he is my biological dad. My mom is just a number on a board, I’ve never met her and couldn’t care to. After all, Susan carried me for nine months, not her.” She turned the page and saw a picture of your dad with a heavily pregnant lady. “Susan?” She asked you. You nodded before turning the page, showing her a photo of your dad holding you when you were newborn. “My dad named me after his favourite member of the band at the gay club he used to visit. My dad used to live the life.”

“On Outbreak Day, I was at the beach with my dad and one of his partners. As the Runners crowded the beach, I watched Paul get his throat ripped out. My dad rushed us out of there and back to his car as fast as possible. I was seven at the time.” You played with the skin around your nail. “But you’ve probably seen worst things, right Els?” You asked rhetorically and put your hand on her shoulder with a caring smile. “Anyway! Back to the happy memories.” You smiled and turned the page. 

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The warm lights of the bar hit your face as you opened the heavy door. You looked around and saw the usual patrons of the bar as well as people preparing for the night. You wandered over to the bar and decided to actually look at the photos on the wall. You were on about three of them. One of them was a photograph of you and Ellie months ago when you had a girls night. Another was of you, Steve, Dalia and Roger, all dancing during the ‘adults only’ event. That’s was when you and Steve were going steady. And by going steady you meant sleeping together every night to make someone else jealous. For you it was Joel, for him it was Kira. The last photo was of you, Maria, Tommy and Joel. You smiled and watched as Frank turned on the bar lights, beginning his long night. “Hey Frank.” You smiled.

You pulled down the skirt on your dress as you sat down on a bar stool, running a hand through your hair and fixing your jacket on your shoulders. You hummed and looked at the clock behind the bar and saw the time. He was late. You ordered your usual whiskey and sat waiting for Joel. You watched as all the couples came into the bar. It was very typical for a Friday night. All the couples who had kids would come in on a Friday because some people volunteered for a kids club and would look after the kids all night to allow the parents some peace. The older kids would just stay home and sneak out, including Ellie.

You saw Tommy and Maria walk past with a smile on their face as they said hello to the patrons of the bar. Tommy put a hand on your shoulder as he walked past, giving you some comfort. You looked at the door and watched as Joel walked in, greeted by Tommy who gave him a pat on the shoulder before the older man looked around for you. Once he spotted you, he walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, placing a quick kiss on cheek. “Sorry i’m late. Ellie needed something.” 

“I though Joel Miller was never late?” You laughed and turned to face him, putting your hands on his chest. He was breathing hard. He must have ran here. He took your drink from behind you and drank it in one gulp, looking down at you innocently. “I’ll get you another.” Joel took your hands in his and stood you up, looking at you outfit. “Woah.” He smiled and you blushed, pushing him away gently before kissing his neck. “Let’s find a booth.” You told him before walking away, leaving him behind watching you.

After many more whiskeys and vodkas, you and Joel were getting more handsy and more tipsey. You were basically sat on his lap at this point, playing with his hair on the nape of his neck and leaning into his shoulders, getting as close as you could. You wanted him to make the first move. To kiss you first. Tell him he liked you first. But Joel is as stubborn as a mule so he would never admit anything first, or take initiative. So when a romantic song game on, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up and to the floor. “Don’t go shy on me now Miller.” You mumbled and looked around, seeing how everyone was staring at him. After all, nobody had ever seen him on the floor before.

“You don't have to go now honey. Call and tell 'em you won't be in today. Baby there ain't nothin' at the office. So important it can't wait.”

You moved forward against Joel, wrapping your hands around his neck. The music slowed down as all the couples made their way to the floor. “Y’know you are reaaaal pretty up close.” You mumbled into Joel’s ear as he put his arms around your waist. “Y’know you are drunk?” He smirked at you as you swayed to the music. “You are a good detective, Texas.” You mumbled. Joel looked at you with wide eyes. “You good?” You asked, leaning your head against his chest. “Sorry. Someone i used to know called me that.” You took a deep breath. “Tess. Tommy told me about her.”

“I'm thankful for the weekend. But two days in heaven just ain't gonna do. This is gonna take forever darlin'. Girl I just got started lovin' you.”

Joel nodded and held your hands close to his chest, rocking you two back and forth. “You are a good dancer, Joel. Why did you hold that back from me for months?” You smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying the quietness of the situation, although it’s pretty loud in the bar tonight. Joel looked down at you and smiled, pressing his warm cheek against your forehead.

“What's the point in fightin' what we're feelin'. We both know we'll never win. Ain't this what we're missin'. Let's just stop all this resistin' and give in.”

You pulled away and put your hand back around his neck, playing with the long pieces of hair. You adored his hair. “Hey cowboy..” You mumbled as your eyes adjusted to the warm light. “Hey.” You looked around to see all the other couples sharing a kiss. “You wanna..put those lips somewhere? Or are you just going to continue talking trash?” You pressed one of your finger to his lips. Joel clicked his tongue and looked into your eyes. “Depends. You gonna stop sleeping with Steve?” You frowned and looked at him. “Depends. You going to give me a reason to stop?”

“Let me wrap my arms around you. You know you don't want to leave this room. Come back and let me hold you darlin'. Girl I just got started lovin' you.”

Joel leaned forward and pressed his warm lips to yours. It wasn’t your first kiss with the man and you prayed it wouldn’t be your last. He was soft and gentle when he needed to be and rough and dominant when he needed. You pulled away once, but you immediately went back for more and the again. You tried to make sure you weren’t making out too much in the middle of the bar but with Joel, control wasn’t a thing. You smiled against his lips when his prickly beard tickled your face and neck as he kissed you gently. Then you said the one thing he had been waiting for since the day he laid eyes on you.

“Take. Me. Home.”

You breathed heavily when he pulled away. Joel didn’t need to be told twice. The two of you stumbled away from the floor and grabbed your coats before sneaking out the back door like a couple of teenagers. The walk back to your house was a short one, and one which you two walked many times. But this time, it was a walk back with a purpose. You stumbled to open the door as Joel pressed small and needy kisses to your exposed neck. You were giggling and smiling as you finally opened the door and rushed upstairs. Joel laid you down on the bed and showered you with kisses, running his hands up your thigh and into your dress.

“Slow down Cowboy, we got all night.” You moaned and kissed him deeply.

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The sun shone down on the small lake. You hopped off your horse and grabbed her reins before walking up to Ellie. “So you can swim now right?” You asked, putting your bag down next to your horse, Reign. You watched as Ellie took her shoes and jumper off and nodded. “Yeah! Me and Joel have been practising more. But I'm glad you are going to help me!” Ellie smiled as she jumped into the lake. “HOLY FUCK IT’S FREEZING!” She yelled as she popped out of the water, making you laugh loudly. You quickly changed out of your top into your vest before jumping into the water after her. You popped out of the water and brushed your hair out of your face. “Ellie! It’s so fucking cold!” You yelled and grabbed her shoulders. You kicked your feet around underneath the water, trying to warm up and stay afloat. 

“Ok! Ok!” You took a deep breath. “Let’s work on diving and keeping those peepers open!” You smiled and dove underneath the water, grabbing Ellie’s feet. The girl laughed and held her breath as she went underneath and stood next to you.  

“Ellie? Y/N?” Joel yelled as he walked around the corner, seeing the two horses tied up nearby. “Joel! We are in here!” Ellie yelled out and splashed in the water, ensuring Joel knows where they are. He turned the corner and saw the two girls in the lake, with soaking wet hair. “What are you two doin’?” He asked.

“Swimming!” Ellie laughed loudly and swam to the edge of the lake where you were sat, your legs dangling in the cool water. You were drying off for the ride back but ensuring you kept an eye on the girl. After all, you were the adult in this situation. Joel walked up behind you and kneeled down, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. Ellie groaned and covered her eyes. “Gross.” She swam in a circle. “Hi.” He smiled and put his hands on your shoulders. Before you could say anything, Joel had pushed you into the water. You popped up and looked at him. “Hey Asshole!” You swore and flipped him the bird. “I’m sorry. I had to.” You shook your head and grabbed Ellie’s hands, swimming around with her.

“Joel! Get in. The water isn’t freezing at all.” Ellie laughed before splashing near the man. “No way kiddo. I’ll put my feet in but that’s it. We can have a lesson next week.” Joel stuck to his promise and took off his shoes and socks, rolling up his jeans before he sat down, putting his feet in the water. You watched as he splashed Ellie from the sidelines, like a dad watching his kid play football. A smile spread on your lips as you swam over to him, sliding between his legs and putting his hands around your back. You pulled him down into a kiss and with one big pull, Joel was in the water with you. He popped up to the surface and stared at you. “Oh yeah you are so dead!” He yelled, swimming after you and Ellie, involving her in the conflict.

“I WASN’T EVEN INVOLVED!” Ellie screamed as Joel caught up to her, splashing her and tickling her sides. You stood behind Ellie and watched as the two came up with a plan. “Get her!” Ellie shouted as they came running, well swimming, towards you, splashing you and soaking your top half. “St-Stop!” You laughed, putting your arms around Joel’s neck, holding onto him for safety. “He’s the one you need to be saved from!” Ellie laughed and splashed you both, laying on her back.

“Hi.” He looked at the side of your face. “Hi.” You turned to face him and looked into his eyes. “I’m still going to kill you.” Joel threatened. “Yeah yeah. Who else would be your drinking buddy?” You smiled, hugging him tightly.

[anonthenullifier]

An Awakening

Vision learns the truth of his life prior to Westview which leads to an honest conversation with Wanda.

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There is nothingness and then there is a calliope, it’s jaunty little ditty shocking his mind enough that Vision’s eyes snap open. Blades of grass tickle his cheek and an aura of flashing lights draws him up, palms pressed firmly onto the ground as he hoists himself up into a seated position. His body aches, a faint echo in his mind of being violently torn apart, but it is a feeling that fades the faster he thinks about it. Since it seems important, he tries to move his mind away, hoping that if he doesn’t explicitly focus on it that it will not be forgotten.

Vision nods, goes to stand up, but finds his legs not responding fully, knees buckling under the weight of a fleeting memory of immense pain. A hand loops under his right bicep, the woman’s other hand coming to rest on his back as she helps him up with an aggrieved, “Why can men never admit when they’re hurt?” The snark behind the comment feels forced, the same underlying terror on her face as all the other residents here.

That’s when he remembers, most of it at least. He was on his own reconnaissance patrol, inching ever more methodically toward the edge of town to see how far Wanda’s influence reached. The horror of his findings, their frozen, crying faces, almost knocks him back to the ground, but luckily the woman’s hands are still there to steady him. “Thank you.”

“Did you go in the funhouse?” It’s not really a question the way her voice falls, more of a statement with a rhetorical uptick at the end. “Heard it’s really disorienting with all the clowns.”

Vision doesn’t recall such an attraction anywhere in Westview but then he looks up, following the still present music in the air, and finds an entire carnival before him. Red and white striped tents tower out of the ground, stalls for food send plumes of greasy smoke into the air, and numerous game stalls are lined up where stuffed animals and blowup hammers hang joyfully from the walls. This is new. What is also new is that there are houses and roads beyond Ellis Avenue, which seems right, as if it was always like that, but there is a niggle of unease that tells him this isn’t true, if only he could access the information that makes him feel that way.

“Oh, um , thank you.” His costume is, at least by his understanding of how Billy and Tommy reacted, not sick by any means. Regardless, he finds his hand moving on its own accord to grip the cape, wanting to feel the object of her jealousy. It feels different, slicker and more aerodynamic than the one Wanda left in the closet. He yanks it a bit farther forward and notes that it is also a much more subdued gold with flecks of crimson in parts. A glance down also confirms that his green and yellow ensemble is gone, replaced by teals and reds, no athletic shorts covering the skin tight ensemble.

This is all wrong.

Vision knows the town never had a circus, nor the rows of houses beyond Ellis, he knows that he was not in this outfit and that everything feels just a bit off.

“Do you want some coffee or a ride back home?” The concern in her voice goes deeper than one would expect, even though she did find him injured on the ground, something more wavers in her words. Vision decides that he needs more answers than questions and, even though he hates taking away people’s autonomy, he reaches towards her temple. “Woah,” the woman swats his hands away, “I have pepper spray.”

“I will not harm you.” Oddly her face softens and she drops the threat, allowing him to send a pulse of golden energy into her head.

The change is instantaneous, the woman’s face becoming far more animated, “Vision?! Oh my God, you’re okay!” This is now the second awakened person to recognize him, to be excited at the prospect that he is there to help. “Oh what the hell!” Vision watches the woman’s hand run along her gaudy canary and ruby diner uniform, one that is common in little run down diners on the highway, a thought that he doesn’t quite know how to substantiate since he doesn’t seem to have a memory of such a stop and yet the knowledge is there. As she inspects her clothes, grunting in disbelief and irritation built into every movement, she confuses him further, “I’m an astrophysicist and this is what I get? So disrespectful.”

Neither Norm nor Agnes responded in such a...laid back way to be awakened, both in immeasurable pain that this woman seems to show no signs of. “Miss, are you okay?”

“Doctor, not Miss.”

“My apologies.”

She turns a bright, closed lip smile towards him, reaching out her hand as she says, “I’m Darcy.”

He takes the proffered hand and gives it a polite shake. Even though it is clearly unnecessary he adds, “And I’m Vision.” What he says next is a bit of a surprise to him, mainly because he doesn’t feel like he has a basis for the assumption that she will know the answer, but for some reason he has full faith she can help him, that she wants to help him. “Who am I? What,” he surveys the carnival around him, “what is happening here?”

“Straight to the big questions.” It is not derisively or caustically stated, in fact there is far more affection than one would expect from a stranger. Darcy glances around, nervous for the first time, “I’ll try to be quick, I’m sure your wife’ll be here soon.” This fear is not new, sadly, the same insinuation made by Norm about Wanda’s involvement. “Let’s see, you’re Vision, obviously,” a small, self conscious chuckle goes along with the statement. “You’re an Avenger,” luckily, she senses his desire for more, quickly adding, “group of super powered people, well, not all of them have super powers, some just have really amazing tech, but anyway you’re a team that fights bad guys and saves the universe.”

“Wanda and myself, we were-“

“Yep, joined at the same time and then fell in love, really cute.”

This confirms what Agnes said, which suggests that perhaps her other words were true as well. “Am I...dead?” All joy leeches from Darcy’s face, a deflated nod going along with the tightening of her lips. “How?”

Darcy looks around again and Vision can’t help but join her in the action, can’t help but feel a little bit nervous about who doesn’t want him to know this. “Shortened version - big purple angry grape named Thanos was collecting all the infinity stones, this includes the Mindstone,” Vision’s fingers rise up to brush the gem. “Wanda had to kill you to try and stop him.”

“She killed me?”

Quickly context is added, “Only because you,” she levels a finger at his chest to emphasize his role and take blame off his wife, “insisted she do it.”

None of what she says makes sense. “Why would I do that?”

The next statement is said in a way that typically is coupled with a playful fist against the shoulder that leads into a jovial shove. “Being all self-sacrificial’s kinda your thing. Which is super noble, don’t get me wrong, but a bit rough on the people around you, like asking them to kill you for the greater good.”

Which is a fair point and one he will need to cogitate on at a later time, “Why did Wanda, specifically, have to kill me?”

“Oh because she was the only one strong enough to destroy the Mindstone.”

A logical assessment that he can easily believe his former self to have made. “Was she successful?”

Darcy’s voice quiets somewhat, a slight tremble in her words, “She was. But then Thanos reversed time, brought you back, and murdered you right in front of her.”

Suddenly his worldview shifts, new meaning and understanding emerging as to some of Wanda’s actions and her strong reaction to his accusations the other night. Despite this dawning of understanding, there is still a major question he feels hasn’t been answered. “But then how are we here? How am I,” he falters on the next word, as early as this evening not thinking it was something that could be false, “alive?”

“That’s the million dollar question. No one knows.” A high pitched whizzing vibrates in the air, punctuated by calls of Vision! “I gotta go,” she begins to walk away, but turns back with an anger not yet present in her words, “Quick FYI, if you meet a guy named Hayward, don’t trust him, he’s a dick.”

“I um, will not, thank you.”

She starts to leave again and then stops, “Also, we don’t have proof it’s all Wanda. Food for thought.”

Vision appreciates the comment, “Thank you.” It is when she actually walks away that he is the one that has a realization of not re-invoking whatever trance the people of the town are in. “Darcy!” She turns expectedly towards him as he approaches with his hands out and ready to take the pain from her, except she swats his hands away, yet again.

“Stop it, I’m a better ally awake.”

Based on the prior two people he has spoken to in their awakened state, this seems a poor choice for her. “Does it not hurt?”

“I mean, yeah, feels like I went on a tequila bender last night and haven’t had water in weeks.” How she remains so lighthearted is beyond him, but he admires it immensely, “but I can’t help you if I’ve forgotten.”

Though he isn’t sure it is in her best interest to remain in such a state, the idea of a confidant is appealing. “Very well.”

Seconds after she walks away, blue streaks materialize around Vision, both his sons and his wife appearing suddenly in front of him. This is unusual but he doesn’t get a chance to inquire about their speedy entrance, Billy rushing towards him first with a relieved, “Dad!” Vision catches him, using the momentum of his son’s leap to lift him and hold him close, Billy’s arm wrapping protectively around Vision’s neck. Tommy follows shortly after, his run far more powerful as he slams into Vision’s torso with a tight hug.

It is Wanda who hesitates, her eyes faintly glowing red, a deep, concerned frown on her lips. “Vizh,” her voice cracks and his heart breaks at the pain she tries so valiantly to mask. Vision manages to get one of his hands free enough to motion Wanda closer. She accepts the offer, one arm winding around his waist and the other laying on Tommy’s shoulders.

They have only been home for three hours and yet this is the tenth Wanda has found herself standing in the doorway, hand propped along the wooden frame. In the room Vision lies in bed, eyes closed and resting, Billy is wrapped around him, his arm thrown across his father’s chest and head buried just under the vibranium dot of Vision’s chin, and Tommy is curled snuggly into Vision’s other side. The boys are still in their costumes, Billy’s cape sprawled behind him on their mattress and Tommy’s now flat hair looking a bit crusty from the spray dye. It’s an idyllic scene and yet Wanda fights back tears, shoving the drops away from her eyes as if they are an enemy that needs to be thwarted.

She almost lost Vision...again. The boys almost lost their father at ten years old, an age for which grief is overwhelming and confusing, can shape a life forever, or so she intimately knows.

Reluctantly her body pulls away from the door, arms crossing over her chest as she walks back downstairs, not once considering peeking in on her brother in the guest room. That is a problem she is still trying to figure out, the man a stranger, an antagonist, but with her brother’s name. There are too many inconsistencies in his behavior, too many contradictions in his words, half of them true to her brother and the other far too knowing of events that occurred after his death. Unsurprisingly he and Vision clash, a thought that briefly makes her mouth perk up, always having a belief that if her brother lived he would have begrudgingly accepted her relationship while also making it his personal duty to make jabs at Vision, who Wanda always knew would take it with a silent dignity that was then removed late at night when he’d insist on lengthy conversations with her to figure out the insults. That’s what life was supposed to be. What life is now, technically.

The gurgle of water washes away these thoughts, her focus now solely on filling the kettle and getting it on a burner to boil. Except the distraction is short lived as she sits down at the kitchen table to wait, fingers interwoven and glowing faintly of the residual scarlet energy she had to use tonight. Wanda fixates on her fingers, bending and straightening them, unsure how she knew what to do or even had the power to expand the town. But that’s not the most troubling incident of the night. No, what pesters at her resolve is a simple thought: Why did Vision want to leave? They have everything here - a house, Billy and Tommy, each other, and the time they always tried so hard to find.

Wanda startles at the creak of the kitchen cabinet, heart still racing as she takes in the curve of Vision’s shoulders and the vibranium band along the back of his head. Silently he makes her a cup of tea, hands moving calmly through the ritual he created, the cup always the same distance from the kettle, bag placed at the bottom with the string hanging out precisely two inches, both hands holding the kettle (one on the handle and one at the base) as a perfect arc of water fills the cup, and finally one and a third spoonfuls of sugar. The sequence completed, Vision walks the cup to the table, placing it gently down with barely a clink from the porcelain. She expects him to sit down across from her, to silently stare for a minute or so before bringing up the town again, reopening the wounds of their last fight because they never actually resolved anything other than to try and act normal around the boys. But he doesn’t, instead he takes her hand, tugging it until she stands, and then he hugs her, engulfing her entire being in his presence. The firmness of his chest and the tinny waft of vibranium are just as soothing as the kisses he peppers along the top of her head, each one more doting than the last. “Vizh,” Wanda reluctantly pulls back a few inches, hand squeezing between their bodies until she can cup his face, “are you…”

“I know,” he kisses her properly now, not like the emotionless peck earlier in the day, this one imbued with all of his love and all of his concern. “I know enough.”

A chill moves through her body, limbs growing rigid and heart almost coming to a complete stop. “What do you mean?”

Vision’s fingers move up to trace lines through her hair, palm coming to rest on her cheek. The surety of his prior statement lessens, mouth sinking lower until it’s a shallow frown. “I know that I am,” it is unlike him to pause like this, to seem to want to avoid a conversation he himself brought up, “that I was dead.”

Her denial is immediate and viscera, “What are you talking about, why would you…” but then his doleful gaze meets hers, the ridges of his synthetic skin bunched together in a show of deep, aching pain, though it is clear from the way he holds her, the way he places a far too gentle kiss to her forehead, as if the action itself might knock her over, that he is more concerned for her than himself, which is the epitome of who he was...who he is. If there is anything she can offer that matches this unerring compassion, it has to be honesty because clearly hiding the truth from him will not stop his incessant march towards the truth. But that is easier to think about than it is to actually commit to doing. Wanda swallows down a sob and fights to keep her voice calm. “You were.” The confirmation is too much, her chest heaving as all the memories rush to the forefront of her mind--her hands erupting in red at the feel of the Mindstone fracturing, at the almost silent I love you , and then having to watch him come back only to die in a far more brutal way.

Strong arms that shouldn’t exist continue to encase her, draw her deeper into the comfort of his embrace, the feel of his fingers running through her hair with the same gentle “Wanda” he always said when soothing her. Deep down she knows it is all a lie, this life, this man, this blissful existence. Because as a Maximoff there is only one constant in life and it is sorrow, biting, empty, unavoidable sorrow. Which begs the question of how, exactly he found out. A question that infuriates her and invokes the well know feeling of being caged in by the inevitability of her life.

Wanda steps out of his arms, trying her best not to show how much pain that simple movement creates, her body screaming to remain against his forever, but selfishly she needs answers more than anything, needs information to help her regain some level of control over her emotions, has to know why he put his family through so much just to find out this awful truth. “Why aren’t you happy here?”

A denial forms quickly, his body taut at the accusation, “I am happy Wanda, how could I not be?”

“Because you left, you...you abandoned us today,” Wanda knows she shouldn’t use the next part in anger or for gain, but she needs her husband to understand the severity of it all. “Did you know Billy can sense you?”

Vision’s “He can?” is hard to read, both concerned and in awe, with something else she can’t quite pinpoint.

“Yes, and his first experience of that was feeling you try to die because we apparently aren’t important enough to stay alive for.” The comment hits as intended, Vision stepping back, horror forming in the spasming muscles of his face as he looks up towards the ceiling, towards where he left their sons. “What are you trying to find out there?”

Vision’s simple, “The truth,” is aggravatingly vague, thankfully, or not depending on how this goes, he clarifies, “There is something wrong in Westview, Wanda. The people are in agony.”

A fed up laugh comes out with her “Aren’t we all?” Only Vision can’t find the humor, the gears in his eyes twisting clockwise and counterclockwise while he stares at her, face ladened with a suffocating sympathy.

He takes a step towards her and she steps back, not missing the way her reaction hurts him. “Wanda, it is not like you to inflict pain on innocent people.”

Since they started this new life, her memories have been hazy, coming in and out of consciousness, enough clarity to understand that whatever is happening in Westview is preferable to outside of it. After tonight, after Pietro’s comment about her dead husband, it’s all there and she realizes that she’s never gotten to say out loud what she did, what Thanos forced her to do, the Avengers too scattered with all that needed to be attended to after his defeat to focus on anyone but themselves. So she squares her shoulders, lifts her head and puts all of her self loathing into her next comment, “If that’s true, then why did I kill you?”

This time when Vision steps towards her she lets him grip her arms, let’s him guide her until her face is pressed into his chest, allowing her to hear the beating of his synthetic heart. “You were only doing what I had asked.”

“Well it wasn’t worth it,” her voice is muffled by the teal sweater he’s wearing, “and I can’t, I can’t forgive myself.”

His arms tighten around her, one hand gripping the fabric of her sweatshirt and the other holding her head to his sternum. “You did nothing wrong. If anyone is to blame-”

It doesn't take a telepath to know what empty words he is about to mutter. Wanda forces herself from his embrace and stares hard into his eyes, “Don’t, Vision, just don’t. It won’t change what happened.”

Reluctantly he accepts it, moving cautiously back to the original topic of their discord, “Is this,” he gestures vaguely around them, “the result of,” it is still hard for him to say, which she appreciates because she can’t say it easily either, “my death?”

“I don’t know,,” this time he seems to accept her ignorance, which allows her a chance to actually consider it more. All she can really recall is the crushing loneliness and the suffocating despair of losing the last person she loved in the world. It’s not a stretch to assume that had something to do with now. “Maybe?” If he knows about his death, she reasons that she might as well tell him the other nightmare she discovered upon her own rebirth, something she’s tried to block out as best she can. “It could also be from finding out some shady government organization was experimenting on your corpse.”

Shock is too gentle a word, hatred a tiny bit too strong for the tone of his voice, “That does not seem like an activity I would condone.”

“It’s the exact opposite of what you requested.” Wanda thinks back to that day, and unlike Vision, pure, unabashed hatred flowed through her veins when she received an anonymous tip. Hatred at S.W.O.R.D, at the scientists going against Vision’s will, hatred at the world for being so awful, and hatred at her teammates who let it happen, who didn’t seem to consider that agencies like that lie, that they would never want the body only for “safe-keeping.” All Vision wanted was a burial and she was determined to provide him that, to allow herself the closure she needed. So she broke in, sickened at the way they’d disassembled him and had separate monitors attached to his limbs and head. “I broke in,” Vision holds his breath as she talks, “I took you from them and all I remember is flying away. I was going to bury you in the forest, like you wanted.” That’s where her memory stops and where Westview begins. “And then we were driving to our house after getting married.” Finally he releases his breath with a shuddering gasp. “That’s all I remember, you have to believe me that I have no idea what’s going on.” Unlike the other night, he wordlessly accepts her ignorance, mind likely still reeling from the revelations she shared. It is this lack of judgment that emboldens her to say what’s been swirling through her mind whenever the knowledge of reality sets in, a thought that should carry with it guilt but she can’t muster up guilt when she finally has what she has been denied over and over again. “But I’d be lying if I tried to convince you that I don’t prefer what we have in Westview.”

With a hand on her back, he leads her to the table, pulling out the chair in front of the barely steaming tea, and then he sits directly next to her, tenderly taking her left hand in his own, thumb rubbing absentmindedly along her wedding ring. “I cannot fault you in any way for that feeling. If not for being complicit in the pain of so many, I would wholly embrace this life we have now.”

His tacit disapproval is only slightly less painful than his yelling, but she has to begrudgingly accept that he may not be completely wrong. Whatever pain he has sensed in others was enough to make him tear through the barrier and risk losing his own family. “But what if,” still she fights against figuring it out, unsure she can handle what it might lead to, “what if fixing this means I lose you again,” which is already incomprehensible, but is made even more harrowing by the next possibility, “what if it means losing Billy and Tommy too?”

Tears lick at the corners of his eyes, a war waging on his lips of how to proceed. “It will be horrifying and it will be immensely difficult but you,” he grabs her other hand, his fingers forming a vice around her own and she isn’t sure if he is trying to convince her or himself more, “are so remarkably resilient.”

Sometimes she wishes his density manipulation applied beyond just his body. “Clearly not, Vizh. Look around us.”

Vision doesn’t, instead he looks down at their enjoined hands, a shaky breath recentering his thoughts. “I think we may be, as they say, putting the cart before the horse.” The verbal shift is so utterly ridiculous that she chuckles, an action that causes him to smile nervously. “Did I use it wrong?”

“No, it just, you always say it so academically.”

“I see.” Finally real, genuine amusement flits across his face. “Well, regardless, we don’t know what is happening, unless there is something you aren’t telling me.” It is not an accusation in the slightest, in fact it is said as an aside, almost hopeful that she’s waiting to surprise him with the solution.

There is a lot she hasn’t said, but none of it seems vital other than perhaps one observation. “I definitely have control here,” this itself is painful to admit. Where he is merely complicit if he remains here, she is actively continuing it, “but, I don’t, I don’t know how to explain it, but I don’t know how I’m doing this.” Vision takes in the admission, brow furrowing as he no doubts files it away in his future mysteries to solve mental folder. “Like tonight,” she thinks back to when Billy told her about the soldiers, to the moment she realized what Vision had done, “All I knew is that I needed to save you because I couldn’t lose you again. I didn’t have any idea of how or what to do, but I felt like if I just put all of my powers into it, that something would happen.”

It’s amazing how easily he transitions into his cool and clinical investigator voice, “Is this the first time you’ve felt that?”

“No. I mean sometimes I have an idea of what I’d like,” such as when she saw the beekeeper come out of the sewer and then vanquished it, “but other times I just have a hope it will be fixed.”

“That is a start.”

Wanda waits for more and when it doesn’t arrive,she pushes for it, “What does that mean?”

He releases her hands and pats his legs, an odd energy reinvigorating in him. “We must figure out the source of these alterations. Clearly it is not just you.” A fact she can’t say for certain but doesn’t have the heart to correct him on, enjoying how it feels like they’re a team again instead of bitter foes. “I met someone tonight who has knowledge of our prior lives.”

This is unexpected and terrifying. Perhaps the only good thing is that she knows it is not Pietro, because she is not willing to trust him, but to be fair, she isn’t sure she can trust whomever Vision found. “Who is it?”

“Her name is Darcy, she says she is an astrophysicist and has a seemingly strong grasp on what happens outside of Westview.”

Vision is not a very strong judge of character all the time, quick to trust and slow to lose hope in a person, as evidenced by his continued trust in her, yet she asks him anyway. “Are you sure we can trust her?”

“I believe so.”

“Okay.” For now she lets him hold on to that belief, knowing that she will be able to assess this person when they meet. Which also means she knows, deep down, that if this person ends up like Monica, one of S.W.O.R.D.'s cronies, that she’ll be forced to take control again.

The sincerity of his “Thank you,” and the tenderness with which he grabs her hand again, bringing it to his lips with a bit too much romantic melodrama, brings about a fluttering warmth in her chest she has so dearly missed, one that chases away all the disparaging thoughts of what is to come, “truly, for your honesty.” Wanda simply smiles in return, not entirely certain her honesty is worth much at the moment.

It is a relief when Vision maneuvers the conversation to a happier topic. “You said Billy could sense me tonight?”

Pride spreads her lips into a toothy grin, “He’s a natural telepath.”

Vision shares her feelings, sitting back with a satisfied smirk. “We shall have to see if he has your telekinesis as well.”

“We will. Also, Tommy has superspeed.”

Vision’s paternal delight perks up his entire body. “Remarkable.”

“They’re pretty impressive.” Wanda finally picks up the tea and takes a sip, not caring it no longer holds any warmth, far too enamored and distracted by Vision launching into a suggestion of a training regime for their sons, the Maximoff family seeming to be front and center in his mind. If there is any kindness in the world, they deserve at least one night to care about themselves and no one else.

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One More Hit, Baby

A commission for someone on twitter! Featuring her headcanon of Bloodhound (which can be seen on her nsfw twitter @/EnEssTimesTwo) and my own of Mirage.

Summary: Bloodhound has always been into using fungi and roots as recreational/calming drugs (Anxie-tea amiright fellas) to soothe their nerves, but the effects can be different for someone else. Especially a certain someone who has hardly had any contact with ‘alien drugs’.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Mirage/Bloodhound

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Bloodhound has a penis, Mirage has a vulva, Mirage is gender fluid and uses he/she pronouns and Ellie/Elliott, drugged tea usage (Think Weed or CBD sorta vibes), mentions of other herbs used as drugs, mentions of Bloodhound being possessive but not in a Creepy way!

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The usage of herbs and fungi for recreational drug purposes was not something that was not unheard of. Many cultures and religions partook in something of the sorts, and with so many planets and so many cultures to explore, it was of no shock that Bloodhound would end up getting into such things. It helped their own mind settle when they used the strong mushrooms in teas, or deep earthy roots to use in incense. The smoke would not pass from their lips, yet inhaled at a relaxing pace. They did not wish to be ‘high’ as others would use, but would rather be at ease.  

It was much better than nicotine and other drugs created by chemicals that they could have put in their body, they had thought, and it was a practice passed down from generation to generation.   

Talos  was full of large foliage and beast life, that much was obvious. Well, HAD been. Back when it was a home and no longer harboring the greed of machines sucking its resources dry, Bloodhound had bitterly thought.  

Inhale, exhale, sip.  

~Rest under the cut~

Their lips press to the cup’s edge as they sip the tea they had made. It tastes strongly of cinnamon, earthier tastes to it. They muse, a smile to their lips, that Elliott would not like something like this. He would probably make a funny face and spit it out or try to swallow it with a brave face to save their feelings.  

Elliott had been someone Bloodhound had gotten close to over their shared time in the arena. He had shown his colors, opened up to them, and in turn they had opened up to him. To the point now they were in a relationship for perhaps two months now, new and blossoming, yet Bloodhound found themself thinking of him quite often.  

Whether the day consisted of Elliott or Ellie, depending on the day, she harbored their very thoughts like in situations as this. Where they could relax their body, roll their head back and sigh to the ceiling with half lidded eyes. Their state of dress was casual, a tight black tanktop and their tactical pants, their boots and fingerless gloves gave them an air of relaxed yet controlled.  

They wonder, briefly, if Ellie would like to be controlled.  

Inhale, exhale, sip.  

They tuck their long, dark hair behind their ear, setting their cup to the side so they may check their phone. Arthur coos nearby on the balcony edge, yet they ignore his cries for simply Arthur being Arthur.  

No new messages from Elliott, his name in their contacts framed by the emoji of a heart and a chameleon. A pun, Bloodhound had thought, was rather clever.  

Yet, strange, that there were no texts from him. By this  time  he should have at least sent a playful selfie asking if they wished to come to bed with him or if they were too busy doing ‘hunter stuff’. Their full lips quirk up once more, resting their hand on their cheek to try and apply pressure as if to calm their smiling.  

Perhaps they were just in love with the trickster. It was no secret to themself how they would worship the very ground Elliott walked on if given the chance. How they would kill for him, die for him, offer him gifts upon gifts, desiring nothing more than to see his dimpled grins and watch his quirks of hand motions and stuttering upon too lengthy of syllabled words.  

Their cup is raised once again after they set their phone down, taking a sip and feeling their heightened nerves relaxing once more.  

Truly they should have heeded why Arthur was crooning when they heard their door being unlocked and opened. They tense, beginning to move, but they hear him before they see him.   

“Damn thing is always jammed, Hound, don’t know why you won’t just let me fix it-” Elliott’s voice is exasperated, pushing the door open with his shoulder before shutting it behind him. He’s obviously freshly showered, his curls slightly dewy and his fresh fruity scent making their nostrils flare. His own state of attire is casual, if not a bit dressed up. A black crop top to show his sharp curves and lean build with the small trail of hair from pierced navel down to skin tight, torn jeans. The leather jacket had fur edging the collar, the jacket they had left in his room last week.  

They fight the urge to snarl with possession.  

“Ah! There you are!” He says, lips spreading into a grin as he throws out his arms as if Bloodhound was a gift for him to find. They stay seated on the couch, legs slightly spread and boots planted firmly. They watch with a smile when he catches himself at the doorway, kicking off his own boots before gliding across the room towards them.   

“Figured you ran off when they announced a party after the games,” His voice is playful, but they incline their head in agreement up to him as he approaches, their own eyes half lidded and relaxed. They slightly tip their head to the right, allowing their unblinded eye to look at him further. It’s sweet the way he’s clearly on a mission in front of them, bouncing from foot to foot until they silently make a motion to their lap.  

Ever the eager one to initiate contact, Elliott climbs into their lap, straddling their thighs and draping his arms around their neck. Bloodhound hums with appreciation when he glides a hand through their hair, starting at the heavy scars upon their right cheekbone to brush their hair behind their ear. There’s a soft caress, both pairs of eyes meeting.  

“I have missed your presence,” Bloodhound finally speaks, just a soft murmur as they gently set their cup to the side, letting their hands hover over his waist. There’s a small shift, a small telltale sign that they could touch and they take it graciously to caress his bare waist. Letting their thumbs greedily rub in circles to feel his soft skin. “It has been far too quiet.”  

“Hey, hey, watch those jokes.” Elliott laughs back, gentle and soft as his hand traces back to their jaw, cupping gently and letting his thumb brush their lower lip. Bloodhound’s heart skips a beat, finding their body reacting, tipping their head up just in time for him to come down and meet them.  

By the time their lips meet, Bloodhound is too far gone to consider anything more than his mouth. They sigh into him, tracing a hand up under his jacket their jacket to bring him forward a bit more onto their body. Elliott moans in reply, sinking his teeth gently into their bottom lip as he leads it into something heavier. A bit more tongue, with Bloodhound humming in appreciation when he licks over their sharp canines.  

It isn’t until he’s parting, his lips lingering briefly on theirs with a soft laugh of him going, “What were you even drinking-” With a soft hint of interest in his voice. Oh, did he like the tea they made? They were sure he would--  

Bloodhound is a fool.  

It hits them just as quick as it seems to hit Elliott. They let out a soft gasp and a murmur of, “My love, I should have warned you, I did not think-”  

“Nah, nah, no problem-o. Drugged tea, got it, it’s your thing, remember. Just...woah-” His last word is followed by him sitting up, honey hazel eyes looking around the room as if he sees things that Bloodhound cannot. They wouldn’t be surprised if that is in fact what’s going on. Especially when he lifts his head a bit, looking over towards the balcony window where Arthur pleasantly coos in his direction.  

“Yeah okay, alcohol, no problem, but-” His following laugh is airy, amused and making Bloodhound’s stomach unknot from where it had been beginning to with anxiety. He is...comfortable. Comfortable in their lap, with their taste on his lips, with the drugs entering his veins and seeming to be...having a good time?  

“You are not used to this.” They help him finish, tracing their fingers up his sides gently then back down to try and soothe him. It seems to do the exact opposite, as if increasing his sensitivity when he sighs and lets his head fall back with a low noise in his throat that isn’t exactly painful.  

Bloodhound hates the way their pants are far too tight now. Betrayal of their own body.  

“Mmh, keep doing that, baby.” Elliott sighs out, shuddering when their nails scrape down his sides to his hips where they rest their hands.  

It’s not as if...they hadn’t thought of sexually pursuing Elliott. He was clearly open, going so far as to sit them down before and saying that if they wanted to, he was all for it, and even if they didn’t want to it wasn’t a big deal. It had been a kind, healthy discussion. One that had made Bloodhound actively think more OF him. Of what he could do. Of what he would say, crying in their ear as they sunk their fingers into the very depths of his gorgeous body-  

They’re soon being guided to kiss him again, with Elliott absentmindedly grinding in their lap. His hips rock back and forth, perfectly aligning with their own seam and making them moan softly. They grip his hips, digging their nails in gently and only seeming to encourage him more with soft little whimpers arising from his throat, his kisses more urgent, hungrier.  

“Elliott-” They breathe out when he parts from the kiss, his soft lips pressing down over their cheek, jawline, to their neck where he mouths at a spot. His warm tongue traces the spot before he’s starting to suck the flesh to leave a hickey. One of their hands flies from his hips, gripping his curls as a moan traitorously leaves their throat at the same moment a moaned ‘yes’ exhales from his own against their flesh.  

By the gods, he will kill them.  

“Elliott,” They breathe out once again, more desperate as they tug on his hair. He goes easy enough in the motion, a moan leaving him and his lashes fluttering. It’s as if he can’t focus, whining lower in his throat as his hips rock forward right across where their pants are tightest. Even Bloodhound almost loses focus, but they keep their grip. “Do you want- do you wish to-”  

“Yes.” Elliott hisses out, voice full of need and nodding his head as best as he can with their grip. “Please, please, please baby, you’re  gonna  feel so good, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, haven’t st -stopped thinking about your-your mouth, want it on me-”  

Bloodhound’s tanned cheeks flush crimson red at his honest vulgarity. Yet, they finally find it within them to at least stand. Their hands rest under Elliott’s ass comfortably, his own arms winding around their neck and his mouth still whispering filth in their scarred ear. He mouths there too, only making their trek to the bedroom a little harder.  

When they finally all but throw him onto the bed, Elliott is quick to help with his clothes. The jacket is thrown elsewhere, followed by his hips lifting to allow Bloodhound to take off his ridiculously tight pants. Everything removed with urgency until he lies there upon their own sheets, naked, beautiful, eyes focused on them with the hunger they had only caught glimpses of in the arena when they pulled something dangerous.  

His body is beautiful. Lean muscle with strong arms and scars littered about. His waist curved, followed by wide hips and strongly built legs. His chest, only small handfuls of breasts, pierced with golden barbells that make Bloodhound’s mouth water. His curls are splayed around his head, skin lit by the moonlight shining through the window nearby with curtains fluttering from the soft breeze.  

Their eyes finally rest between his thighs where dark curls are. A fat, engorged clit peeking from his lower lips where slickness is clear to see.  

A beast howls in the back of their mind.  

“My mouth is what you wished for?” They finally manage to breathe out, sounding breathless with how he takes their breath away. When he whines, lifting his hips and nodding his head desperately, they can’t help their own chuckle. “Then that is what you shall get, my love.”  

They hardly waste any time moving further onto the bed between his legs. They rest a strong forearm across his hips, using their hand to pull back his mound and clitoral hood just to watch him throb. They can hardly stand the desire, leaning forward to wrap their lips around and sucking.  

The reaction is immediate of the flex in his hips trying to push up, but they hold him steady. Their tongue eagerly laps up any slickness, tracing from his hole to his clit like a starved dog. His clit is the main focus of their attention, open mouthed kisses eagerly presses to tease him, followed by their flat tongue and their nose nuzzling against it as if they could rub his scent into their skin forever. 

Bloodhound’s ears burn the more they taste him. Not only from finally being able to, or the fact they’re hard enough in their pants that the zipper is starting to hurt, no. No.  

It’s from his persistent, desperate talking. Like a bird chirping praise.  

“Yes, yes, yes, baby, just like that-” “Fuck-  fuck , your goddamn ton-tongue-” “Oho, God, sweetheart, yes, yes, yes-” His voice is a sin of its own, lowering from pleasure as he croons out the praise. At some point his hand rests in their hair, serving in making them growl when he tries to shove their head down or pull their hair.  

He only gets louder when they introduce two fingers. They experiment with what he may like, curling up into his frontal walls, scissoring them, even parting from him briefly to kiss at his inner thighs and let their thumb work his clit over.  

They get the strongest reaction when his cunt squeezes around their fingers, a warning, and yet they pull away from him.  

Elliott sobs out, beating his fist against the bed and trying so hard to tug at their hair with desperation. They can’t imagine what he sees right now, his eyes half lidded and unfocused, yet body so relaxed. They think he looks beautiful like this, hair out of place, lips parted to pant and flushed from their prior kisses and his biting of his own lips to try and silence his moans.  

His hips roll up into nothing, and they almost feel bad for stopping.  

Almost.  

“Condom?” They finally manage to get out, reaching down to offer their palm for him to hump. With how slick he is from their saliva and his own wetness; They highly doubt they need to ask him if he wants any extra lube.  

“Don’t need it,” Elliott manages to get out in brief clarity, reaching with his legs until he can hook his calves around their waist, giving a small tug with a low whimper of need. “Don’t want it. Cum inside me, cum on me, mark me as yours, I don’t care. Baby, please, for the love of any god out there just get in me.”  

And oh, oh the way he looks at them when he says it. Pupils blown wide, face flushed a healthy glow, how could they say no? Not as if they wanted to.  

Without needing to be told twice, they hardly manage to get their pants down to mid-thigh. Fully clothed for the most part with a needy, soaking wet partner underneath them is almost too much for them to take. They’re sure they could cum right there.  

They use the slickness from Elliott on their palm to lube their cock up, aware of hungry eyes watching them. Bloodhound was of a decent girth and size, nothing too shocking, but apparently good looking enough for Elliott to start keening praise again.  

“I want to lick you clean after,” He begins, already making Bloodhound’s already burning ears become cherries. They growl softly in reply, stroking into their own fist briefly and letting their eyes fall to his wet cunt. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’ll be just a hole for you- you- hnnh- to fuck-”  

“Elliott.” They hiss out, desperation in their tone as they yank his hips closer finally. They don’t even get to do the honors when he’s already eagerly reaching down to press their cock down, gliding the head through his heat until they can press in.  

Skítur.  

Oh he’s...he’s absolutely heavenly inside. The heat is too much, their hips absentmindedly snapping forward into him, but it doesn’t seem Elliott minds when he cries out and reaches for them. They oblige, leaning down over him and letting his arms wrap around their neck, one hand finding the nape of their neck and sliding upwards into their hair just to ground himself.  

Bloodhound could cum just like this, inside of him, holding still with his sweet little pussy squeezing and fluttering around them. They’re dizzy on desire when his clit jerks against their pelvis, Elliott’s hips rolling upwards to get more friction. 

He’s so desperate. Desperate for them, their touch, only them.  

Theirs .  

It’s sloppy and messy when they finally begin to thrust and move with him. Elliott’s legs clamp around their waist before beginning to loosen when he seems to realize they can move deeper if given the room. He’s chirping praise, his nails sliding down their clothed back until his hands can reach their ass. Elliott sighs something in appreciation, squeezing and forcing their hips to snap into him even harder with his insistence.  

His lips can’t seem to focus on their neck or ear, breathing heavily with whines edging his words of, “God your cock is so good.” “ Gonna  ha-have to convince you to fuck me every day-” “Cum inside me, Houndie, please-” “You’re such a good pup for me. Such a good dog.”  

And that last one gets them. A good pup. A good dog. The phrases echo in their mind as they snarl, pressing their cheek into his temple to resist the urge to clamp their teeth around his throat as they lock up and begin to cum. Elliott follows soon after, his hips humping upwards to get that last needed friction before he’s moaning alongside them and scratching up their back to cling around their neck.  

The spasms soon subside, but their shared heartbeat does not. Bloodhound moves lazily, resting their sweaty forehead to  Elliott’s  who is panting, eyes closed and brows creased.  

Beautiful.  

“What was even in that tea?” Elliott finally gets out after a moment longer of panting, stroking a hand through Bloodhound’s long hair to push it to the side and out of their face. They hum affectionately, gently lowering their body to rest their weight on top of him and nose into his neck to pepper the warmed flesh there in kisses.  

“Venerem root,” They murmur, brushing their lips up his  rapid fire  pulse and gently nipping there, just to grunt when he tightens briefly around them. “It is to calm nerves for those who are not...lightweights.” Their last word tinging on playful, resulting in a gentle smack of their ass that makes them laugh.  

“It’s not my fault you like alien subs—sub-  sust —alien drugs.” He finally gets out, pinching their hip when they smile against his throat.  

Bloodhound soon pulls back, sitting up on their knees and gently pressing their gloved hand to his mound, pushing it back to make his clit stand to attention. He groans, making a soft noise in his throat that sounds like he can’t go again, but they ignore it as they slowly pull out. Watching their cock slide from him with an act of primal demand racing through them when their cum follows, drooling out of his hole messily.  

You truly can’t blame Bloodhound when they scoop it with their fingers and press it back into him with a growl in their throat, possessive and wanting.  

And you can’t blame Elliott for spreading his legs open once again and whining for a second hit of their tea if it meant they would fuck him again.  

Insatiable little trickster, he would be the death of them.  

But, how can they refuse such a beautiful face?  

[tempesrature]

Of The Standard Of Taste: Logan and Memes

Pairing: Ride or Die | Ellie x Logan Summary: Logan has a terrible taste in memes and Ellie wants to help him.  (A very loose continuation of Communication Degree. But if you don’t want to read that, all you need to know is Ellie and Logan live together and Ellie has a Professor that she hates.) Word Count: 1,924 Warnings: None. Just the buffoonery that I come up with. This is terrible and self-indulgent because I just want some stupid domestic fluff for my two idiots.    A/N: I feel like Logan’s relevant character flaw has to be that he’s probably not too knowledgeable with pop culture and memes (on the run most of his life, has no real need for it, etc) so...here you go. I also reread Hume’s “Of The Standard of Taste” just in case I get into a tussle with Philosophy nerds over my usage of the title (you can fight me but I’ll lose, I didn’t understand much). Also, please forgive me for my poor editing, I may be a millennial but I run on boomer batteries. Happy RoDAW everyone!  @rodappreciationweek @troublemakerinspace​ ~*~

In the silent space of the Langston library, Ellie’s phone pings on her desk and her eyes flit to the device. The name on her screen immediately pulls a wide smile on her lips as she picks up the phone and checks to see what he has sent her. Once she sees the picture, her face falls and she immediately groans before she puts the phone back on her desk.

“Woah, bad news?”

Ellie turns to look at Brooke, her friend and partner for the paper they’re currently working on, before Ellie shakes her head with a small sigh.

“It’s Logan.”

Brooke furrows her eyebrows, squinting lightly at Ellie. “And that’s bad because…?”

Ellie sighs before she picks up her phone and hands it to Brooke. Brooke raises a curious eyebrow before she takes the phone and looks at the screen. Her face morphs into a string of emotions—shock, laughter, cringe—before it settles into pity. “The boy’s taste in memes are terrible.”

“It’s not his fault,” Ellie quickly defends, taking the phone back and staring at the picture that Logan sent her.

“It’s his first Pictagram account and he’s still figuring things out,” Ellie explains as she gives his picture a heart. “You know, developing his standard of taste.”

“From what? The 2010’s?” Brooke cackles as she takes Ellie’s phone, scrolling up their conversation before she bursts into muffled chuckles. “Look at your replies! ‘That’s great baby, it’s really funny’, you sound like his mom!”

Ellie scowls and snatches back her phone, putting it face down on the desk. “He’s trying okay? I think it’s sweet that he sends me memes he finds funny.”

“Uh huh, keep telling yourself that,” Brooke snickers before she rolls her eyes at the annoyed look on Ellie’s face. “El, just like…send him better memes. It’s not that hard.”

“I tried!” Ellie groans again, pushing her fingers to her temple as she stares at the wooden surface of the desk in dismay. “But memes nowadays need so much context! How will he understand when he’s still catching up on so much of pop culture—” Ellie pauses, an idea swirling in her mind. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Brooke frowns, furrowing her eyebrows. She is scarily aware of Ellie’s face when she starts to plot. “Unless what El?”

“I have an idea,” Ellie declares, quickly gathering her things and dumping them into her backpack as she grabs her phone off of the table. “I’ll send you my part tonight, bye!”

Ellie quickly throws a wave goodbye at the confused looking Brooke as she heads back to the apartment before Logan arrives. Her mind already turning and plotting on how she’ll efficiently enact her plan.

~*~

Logan carefully balances the bag of groceries in one arm as he walks up the stairs, his eyes glued to his phone. He knows he should be more careful, Ellie has already chastised him about using his phone while walking up the stairs to their apartment, but he finds it difficult to pull his eyes away from the endless scroll of memes on his Pictagram feed. Many of which he’s already saved because he plans to send them to Ellie sometime tomorrow during his break.

Logan gives one last double tap of his phone screen to a particularly funny meme when he reaches the door of their apartment before he places his phone in his back pocket. He moves the grocery bag to his other arm before fishing out his keys and inserting it into the doorknob. He hasn’t even fully opened the door when he hears Ellie calling out his name from the living room. A smile pulls at his lips at the sound. Even if it’s been months, he still can’t shake the feeling of utter content at the reality of her waiting for him in their apartment. A scenario he’s only ever imagined in his most indulgent dreams.

“Just a sec trouble. I’m taking off my shoes,” He calls out toeing his sneakers off and kicking it to the side before he walks to the living room with a wide grin. Ellie excitedly greets him with a hug and he easily returns it with a one arm hug.

“Welcome back,” She greets, leaning up to kiss his cheek before she takes the grocery bag in his arm and whisks it away to the small kitchenette in their apartment.

Logan follows behind her, the wide grin still present on his face, as he leans on the refrigerator. He silently watches her place the bag on the counter, start to pull out the groceries and flit by cabinets and shelves to put away the cans and bottles. His heart feels full and sated, the picture of her seeming to bring about emotions that’s both strange and welcomed. Strange in a way that he never thought that this could be his life and welcomed in way that he’s grateful that this is his life.

Ellie pulls out the carton of milk and turns to him, grinning in amusement at the soft and warm look so prominent on his face. An expression she’s seen on him a multitude of times in the time they’ve started living together. She quickly shoos him away from the refrigerator door and Logan merely chuckles as he moves away, placing a passing kiss to her temple before he makes his way to the living room.

His eyes immediately latch on to the papers and books scattered on the coffee table (not an unusual sight) as her laptop lay on the center of the couch. He gently pushes the laptop to the side, careful not to accidentally move anything from its original place as he drops down on the couch and pulls out his phone.

“Are you making another report for Professor Hardass, El?” Logan calls out, absentmindedly scrolling through his Pictagram feed.

“Huh? Oh…no. Actually,” Ellie answers back before she walks back into the living room. She grabs her laptop, balancing it on one hand, as she scrolls up and starts the presentation. “It’s for you.”

Logan pauses before he looks up at her in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Me?”

“Yes,” Ellie plops down next to him and sets her laptop on his lap, angling the screen to him as the title ‘Important Points in the History of Pop Culture and its Relevance on Memes’ flashes in big black text and stares back at him.

Logan blinks once, twice. His brain frying as he tries to decipher what she just presented him. “I don’t understand Ellie.”

Ellie nods, expecting this reaction before she clears her throat. Her voice takes on the tone she always uses when she presents her reports as she starts the plan that she has been preparing for since she arrived in the apartment three hours ago.

“You see Logan, I love you and I care about you a lot—”

“—this sounds like a break up speech.”

“And,” Ellie emphasizes with a grin, lightly hitting his arm as he looks back at her with a teasing smile. “And I want you to get a better sense of what memes are popular and funny right now.”

Logan opens his mouth, closes it and frowns. Finally picking up what she’s hinting on. “The memes I send you aren’t funny?”

“Oh baby they are,” She leans forward, placing gentle hand on his arm as she tries to keep her voice loving and sympathetic when she delivers the devastating truth. “But like…funny if its ten years ago.”

Logan blinks, pausing for a moment, before a burst of laughter escapes him. Ellie frowns at his reaction and he shakes his head, turning away from her as he muffles his laughter behind his hand. He really didn’t mean to laugh. But the image of his girlfriend, the love of his life, hunkering down and taking a considerable amount of her time and day just to create a presentation to teach him about memes of all things creates a feeling inside him that he’s never felt before.

In his most vulnerable and loneliest nights, he went through a list of the most domestic and romantic what-ifs with her—already resigned that they would never be his reality—that ranged from the simple to the ridiculous but sitting down on the couch of their apartment learning about memes through a PowerPoint presentation from her was something that never crossed his mind.

But somehow, this is the one that hits him the hardest. This is the one that makes him imagine a life beyond their tiny apartment. A house, a dog, kids’ maybe…all of it. If it’s with Ellie Wheeler, he’s ready to want it all.

“Okay troublemaker,” He finally says, turning back to her with a wide grin. “Or should I call you professor now?”

“Behave,” She admonishes playfully before she scoots closer to him and lays her head on his shoulder. He easily wraps one arm around her waist, his hand settling on her hips as he leans his head on top of hers and waits patiently for her presentation.

Ellie immediately launches into her first slide and Logan listens intently, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing nonsense circles on her skin over her pajamas.

As the minutes pass, it leaves him in awe at how much effort and love has gone into this presentation just for him. There are pictures, gifs, and videos all for him and he’s willing to admit that his feed seems to pale in comparison. She goes through the resilience of SpongeBob memes and the “rickroll”, the diversity of Kermit the frog memes, and the brief and fleeting existence of Vine memes. And she laughs and cringes at the particularly older ones and he laughs and takes note at the particularly funny ones as the late afternoon slowly stretches into evening.

By the end of it, she’s cuddled up next to him, her laptop laying open on top of her books on the coffee table, as they both scroll through a better array of pages for him to follow on Pictagram to broaden and expand his taste of memes. They laugh, talk, and tease each other under the dim lights of their tiny apartment and Logan can’t help but feel the kind of warmth and happiness that settle and seep right down to his bones.

~*~

Brooke bursts out in laughter but quickly clamps her mouth shut to avoid disturbing the other students in the library. “I can’t believe you did that! You gotta give me the file!”

Ellie smiles in triumph, crossing her arms in front of her as she leans back on her chair. “Laugh all you want. If it worked then I’m the real winner here.”

Brooke shakes her head in amusement, looking at Ellie with a teasing look. “If? So you haven’t seen the results yet?”

Ellie opens her mouth, ready to reply, when right on cue her phone pings on the desk next to her books. She picks it up when she sees the flash of his name on the screen and she smiles. Her eyes land on the latest picture he’s sent her, her heart squeezing in an ache so powerful she clutches the phone to her chest as she falls forward on the desk with a helpless groan and a silly smile. Brooke sees her reaction and chuckles before she reaches out her hand.

“Give me, I wanna see too.”

Ellie hands the phone to her and Brooke’s eyes land on the picture and she grimaces.

“Now he’s just being cheesy,” Brooke comments dryly.

“He’s too good,” Ellie laments helplessly, lifting her head off of the table with a huge grin. “I made him too powerful.”

Brooke rolls her eyes as she hands Ellie her phone back. “Can we please just finish this paper today?”

“Fine, fine,” Ellie takes her phone back and quickly types out a message and finds a photo before she hits send. She places the phone back on the desk and goes back to working on her part of the paper with a smile she can’t seem to wipe away even if she tried.