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sweetbrier2908 · 6 months

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still my scenario of what happens if we can go back to the original timeline but i made it longer.

set in nightbringer timeline

mc's gender is not mentioned

You have made seven pacts with the seven most powerful demons in Devildom, and now what?

You got your power back; Solomon got his power back, and now what?

And now what?

"Your" seven demons are now happier than ever and are unaware that your pacts with them is only for you to return to a world where they do not exist. You love Devildom, but this is not your Devildom, this may not even be the Devildom you are allowed to exist. You love your seven demons, but these demons are not demons that you want to be with.

You are contradictory, obviously.

And now what?

You remember the reason why Nightbringer brought you to this world: "to find happiness", right? You were happy; you were truly happy. In this world, you have found happiness and you are sure that Nightbringer must be satisfied with the result by now. Satan has accepted himself as part of the family; the remaining six brothers have overcome the trauma from that brutal war and now accept themselves as demons—the most powerful demons in this Devildom.

And now what?

Your role here has ended. Just like the times you accidentally returned to the past before, the seven brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon—of this world will completely forget you; only the effects of what you did will be the only thing that is left behind. Have you made the people you love into the people you love now, you wondered? You don't understand. You don't know. Everything that has happened to you now is like a dream you cannot run away from.

And now what?

You feel scared.

You suddenly think of familiar faces and voices that you haven't seen or heard for a long time - faces and voices belonging to the demons and angels of the world you came from. How worried were they when you suddenly disappeared from their life? How long have you been here? Have they forgotten you? And you are afraid. You are always afraid. But at this moment, the moment you are about to return to your home, fear is like a tsunami coming, washing away all the words of self-reassurance that you whispered to yourself before, washing away all the stronghold of reasons that you gave yourself. The castle which you once built up in your mind crumbles, and fear occupies the desolate land of your soul. You are afraid. You are afraid that you have caused pain to those you love while pretending to be happy in this timeline. You are afraid that those you love have given up while waiting for you. Or perhaps there was a moment when you chose to give up on returning to them; or perhaps, for a moment, you forgot the despair they suffered. And you are afraid.

And now what?

You must return.

You need to go back.

You have no choice; you have no other answer.

You took advantage of "their" love, even though the formation of the pact between you and the seven brothers was based on free will; you still think that you took advantage of "them," the demons of the past, only to return to your demons in the present.

You did everything: helping the brothers overcome the pain of war, establishing Royal Academy of Diavolo, forging pacts with the seven most powerful demons—all of that, just to return to your timeline and your world.

Perhaps you are indeed Solomon's student, who is now standing in front of Diavolo and Barbatos, expressing his regret at "having to return to the human world due to some sudden works ". Diavolo once again expressed his gratitude as prince of Devildom, and Barbatos once again informed you and Solomon that the portal to travel between worlds was ready.

And there they are, behind your back. You had told them about this a few weeks ago, and you had said all sorts of goodbye. And there they were, looking at you. They stand there, and have no idea that this "unexpected return trip" is just a lie, a pathetic lie. You will return, as you promised, but not to this place—a place that belongs to an old timeline, a place that belongs to the past. But you will return; you mutter it again. No matter what, you'll keep your promise, right? Because you always keep your promises, isn’t that why they love you so much?

The portal is opened, and you turn around to see the demons of this world one last time. You know you must not be attached, sad, or sentimental. You are not allowed to, you don't deserve to. You do not belong to this world; you also don’t belong to these demons in the same way that these demons will not belong to you.

Your eyes meet Lucifer's ruby eyes; you cannot see any emotion in those eyes. Somehow, Lucifer is sure that you will never return to him, at least in this world. He once heard you call his name in such a familiar and strange way that it tore his heart apart. You said you would return—to return to that beloved name that he could never compare to. Perhaps it's because of his fantasy, or because of the absolute trust he places in you, or because he loves you so much that he can't bear to expose your clumsy lies; he hopes, hopes, hopes you will come back.

Mammon cannot look straight at you; he never could, nor could Mammon in your world. Is he trying to hold back the tears that he never wants you to see? Or does he know that as long as his eyes meet yours, he will never be able to let you leave? But you know he is always looking at you, always like that.

Levi lowers his head, Satan waves goodbye to you, and you can see tears forming in Asmo's eyes. Beel gives you the saddest look that you know would haunt you in the back of your mind, while Belphie buries his face in his twin's chest.

You look at them one last time, as if you would never see each other again. And perhaps that is the truth; you never will. Your image in their minds will be erased once you return to your timeline. That's how time works. That is the law of time and space. They will be happy until they see you again. They will be happy without your memory until you see them again.

You don't want them to see you cry. You will meet your demons again. Soon, as soon as you return to your own time, you will meet them again—or rather, thousands of years later. You will meet them again and return to the place you always called home, as you promised. “I'll see everyone again soon, I promise.”

And you turns around.

Solomon wraps his arms around your shoulders and leads you through Barbatos's time-space portal. When this gate leads you and Solomon back to the Human World, Barbatos in your-world will open another gate to bring you and Solomon back to the old timeline. You don't know how Solomon and Barbatos in your-world communicated with each other, but perhaps there are things you have to live long enough to understand.

You hardly remember very well all that happened after you and Solomon passed through the gate, even if you had done this countless times before. Solomon holds on tight to you while you keep your eyes shut. You feel dizzy and tired. You feel like you are walking through countless gates of a tunnel without any light. Solomon holds you tightly in his arms, leaves you nestled in this thick cloak, as if he let go for even a moment, he was scared that you would disappear from his life one more time and he couldn't bring you back. You don't know how much time passed, and Solomon stops. He still doesn't loosen his grip on you. Then, you can hear his whisper, "…Are you ready to go back?".

You cannot answer Solomon. You feel sweat trickling down your temples as your spine turns cold. You don't know; are you ready to go back? Are you ready? Are you worthy of returning? Fear once again takes hold of your mind, like a monster is swallowing you whole. Are you worthy of returning? Are you worth it or not? You remember the first day Nightbringer took you to the past. In that timeline, the strange look they once gave you are still a horrifying nightmare that haunts you to today. What should you do if they forget you again? Or worse, what should you do if you and Solomon can never return to the timeline you belong to? You don't know, and perhaps you would have let fear overcome you if Solomon hadn't once again tightened his grip. You open your eyes and raise your head, facing Solomon's smokey purple eyes. Just like you promised your demon brothers, Solomon also promised that he would bring you back.

You take a deep breath, and maybe you're not ready, and maybe you never will be, but you always keep your promise.

“Let's go, Solomon.” You slightly nod to the sorcerer, and Solomon gives you the confident smile he always wears as an assurance. You close your eyes again, and you hear Solomon begin to mutter the teleportation spell, and you feel yourself begin to fall.

One.

Two.

Three.

You think you are used to teleporting like this, but it turns out you can never land properly.

You fall straight on top of someone.

You slowly open your eyes, and what you see was the familiar ceiling of the student council hall.

You look around, and the demons in the room stare at you in disbelief.

There are the emerald green eyes that stare at you in disbelief.

And before you can identify whether you are truly returning home or still sticking in the past, a pair of arms tightens around you, and there is a trembling voice: “You're back…"

Somehow, you know that you have truly returned.

You hear your voice trembling too.

"I'm back.”

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scoreplings · 1 year

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beep boop

#i have been thinking abt self harm a LOT lately because ive been wanting to do it #but i am happy because now i am at the point where the thoughts are less #‘oh my god i need to hurt i need to hurt i need to hurt wheres my lighter wheres my knife im clawing all my skin off help’#and more ‘… why do i want to do that? because it would make me less stressed? so does a coloring page sheeeesh let me get my markers’#this specific weekend has been rough because there are sooo many people around and i have little access to my better coping strategies #and peeling your skin off is surprisingly easy to do in front of people without them noticing #but ive just been telling myself to wait until lights out then played minecraft and listened to a podcast instead lol #coping is sooo fun #also we did a journaling exercise and in part of it we had to basically say nice things about ourselves that are true #not just ‘i am good i am pretty’#but un-opinionated (as much as possible) stuff #and that made me feel nice. i think i will make a habit of it #anyway im five minutes late to breakfast right now i just had to sit down and chill for awhile because i have had pretty much 0 time alone #in the past three days #seven people in a tiny room with child sized bunk beds is Rough #but i am oki now.#mwah goodbye i love you im gonna go try and snag some hot chocolate yayy

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tardis--dreams · 2 years

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Overslept FOUR hours! Couldn't really practice my presentation anymore and left in a hurry just taking my laptop with me and my partner just literally saved my ass

The rush of adrenaline this gave me is unmatched. Running back home (in 34 degrees weather) and running back to campus while simultaneously trying to communicate brought out the best of me

#my life is a mess #no kidding #this was tough #like i literally went to bed at 3am telling myself I'd get up at 7 so i could go through the presentation a few times to practice #(because no i didn't do that before)#and i slept through SIX alarms!#jesus fucking christ #but it went alright #(idk if i ranted on here that I had to do all the work for the data collection and background research? probably #anyway she redeemed herself by taking the hardest parts to present and literally just being super well prepared for the presentation itself #while i was just a mess #)#but overall the prof didn't roast us as much as i expected and also he really complimented the structure #and the selected literature and the handout (all my work yayy)#so that made me feel better #but really #my partner did a fantastic job and she's my personal life saver now ahaha #sorry #still recovering #shut up amy #rambles

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im-a-heartstomper · 8 months

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i may make this followers only depending on how i feel by the time im done with this (im literally gonna write this and then go to bed.) but we'll see.

bro my life has gotten so much better. i just realized i never told y'all when i fully recovered but that happened! and it seems as though she has too because now we're like totally chill. AND ON TOP OF THAT I HAVE A REALLY SWEET BOYFRIEND AND I MIGHT GET TO SEE HIM THIS WEEKEND NSFJVNFEJVBEFJBNEFJJB. and and and and i have lots of cool friends. and I actually love my life and myself. And i have met so many cool people I can't. Oh my god 🥰🙏 holy crAp i love my life. Everything is just getting so much better. And I'm so happy. idk escaping private school for good was the right thing to do my life is so fucking great now.

also undertale birthday tomorrow

#YAYY #cannot believe i tied in undertales birthday #like I could've made that a separate post but im just not like that I guess #life update #personal #im so happy.#everything is so much better now #although i do have the occasional wave of depression #but that's just something that's never gonna go away #gotta accept that #maybe I should go get diagnosed this has happened frequently #like in the past few months #even back when i was happy before the breakup #i had one directly before the breakup actually #totally unrelated sorry

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kaixokkiten · 1 year

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I've made it to 41!

#marvel snap #marvel snap collection level #marvel snap gold #yayi made gold early this season #I think I'm getting better at snapping and retreating properly

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crowleys-right-eyeball · 2 years

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bro i will not stfu about it BUT. i’m so glad i’m not taking spanish anymore it was the worst subject for me and i dreaded it every day AND NOW i’m taking asl because this class is shiny and brand new this year and i wanna cry i love it a billion times more

#language is so fun #my mom made me take spanish for three years bc it’s practical but i wanted to do asl all through quarantine #but i never had the time or effort and i didn’t know where to start #and now there is a funky new class!! yayy #my classmates r pretty nice and the teacher is swag as hell #only problem is that at least in spanish u can butcher words and still understand them #but in asl (probably a beginner problem but still relevant) you gotta do it right or it makes no sense #blinks directly at my desk partner who does not try at all #JUST A SILLY LITTLE TALK #I’M HAPPY I HAVE BETTER CLASSES THIS YEAR IT’S GOING WAY BETTER THAN FRESHMAN YEAR #yeas teachers are nice schedule is nice subjects are nice we’re doing okay

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mars-ipan · 2 years

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pros of week-long anxiety attack: less afraid of throwing up

cons of week-long anxiety attack: literally everything else holy shit i hate it with my life

#marzivents #tw emetophobia #so sick of this shit. it was a lot better today tho so hopefully i’ll be ok?#but uhhh. long story short my mom should no longer be contagious for covid and is feeling better. yayy!!!#but now my DAD has tested positive #but now that my mom is better she’s being far more cautious and the house is in a strict quarantine #my dad’s in isolation. if i leave my room i gotta wear an n95 #shit’s stressful #so that + grief from. recent events. leads to horrible anxiety attacks where my immediate response is nausea #thankfully my mother took care of me this morning (afternoon) and made me chamomile which helped a lot #so. i’m gonna make so much chamomile and hope #but. auuugh i hate it so muchhh this shit is so sucks #at least i have comfy jammies. and i ate well today #that’s two wins baby!! oh and i brushed my teeth!! three!!

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laangdonn · 4 months

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not anymore

summary: the aftermath of glenn and abraham leaves carl and y/n’s relationship in shambles.

pairing: carl grimes x female reader

a/n: first carl grimes post yayy, i love him so much and in my mind he lives on.

*read part 2 here*

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the house was quiet minus the occasional sniffle from carl and i. he was sat with his head in his hands on the leather sofa, his fingers lightly gripping his brown curls. i watched him carefully through blurry vision from behind the kitchen counter, supporting myself with my hands on the cold marble.

it was dark, the moon and a single saucer light in the kitchen shining as light.

it was so fucking quiet but my head had never been louder.

“so what are you saying?” i whispered, carefully watching my words.

he lifted his eyes for a moment until he brought his head back into his palms. he refused eye contact. “i don’t know what i’m saying.”

“you don’t love me anymore?” every word i spoke sent my stomach falling into my feet.

he didn’t answer. i didn’t know if that made it better or worse.

“jesus, carl, answer me-“

“i still love you,” he finally responded, his hand rubbing his face in stress. “of course i still love you.”

“then what’s wrong?” i pressed, a sudden urgency filling my veins. “why are we even having this conversation? why did you come home and suddenly act as if we’ve been fighting for weeks-“

“cause we have been, y/n!” his voice picked up now, throwing his hands in the air and standing up. he still hadn’t looked at me. “we have been fighting for weeks! we cant even look at each other without fighting! ever since glenn-“

“stop.” i cut him off, feeling my chest clench. “this wasn’t them, it wasn’t.”

but it was, and i knew it. the aftermath of glenn and abraham put a strain on the whole group, especially me and carl. we came home that morning, stumbling out of the RV and hadn’t been the same since. every time i looked at carl, all i saw were the tears streaming down his face and the reflection of glenn’s bloody skull in his eyes. i saw the black line drawn on carl’s left arm, and the axe raised in the air.

i looked at carl and i saw death.

i knew he felt the same.

“that day…” he started, taking a breath. “that day i had no other wish but to die. to keep you safe if that’s what it took. i couldn’t protect you from him and i don’t know if i can even try. i put you in danger by loving you.”

i shuddered a breath as the tears began to

clog my throat.

“that’s why i can’t love you, y/n. not anymore.”

“you act like that’s a choice you can make.” i choked out, a feeling of anger pushing forward. anger at the way he thought he could fool anyone who knew him.

“i can try.”

“BULLSHIT!” i snapped, slamming my hand against the cold counter and feeling it sting.

he buried his face in his hands and i could see his shoulders shaking. i felt my heart break then, knowing i wouldn’t be able to change his mind.

a sob broke its way through my throat, wet and rough, and i instantly regretted it because carl looked straight at my eyes and i felt myself sink deeper into the ground.

“don’t do this, carl…” i whispered, looking into his crystal blue eyes, a raging ocean encased in this beautiful human who i’d have to let go. i shook my head at him slowly.

“i’m going to get you killed,”

“then let me be killed knowing you loved me! isn’t that the best we can do?!”

“the best i can do is keep you alive.” he countered strongly. his voice was no longer broken or shaken, but determined.

i realized in that moment nothing could be done to change his mind, it had already been made up. carl was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good and he’d never be swayed by anyone, even me.

no words were spoken between us as we stared at the floor, drowning in the absence of each other. all i wanted in that moment was to touch him, to feel him under my skin and prove to me that he’s still real and he’s still here after everything that had happened. but he was taking that away from me and ripping my heart out along with it.

he inhaled a sharp breath, rubbing his hand on his face once more before he said, “it’d be best if you went to carol’s tonight.”

i swallowed harshly, nodding. at least he was right about one thing.

too tired to argue further, i walked past him and to the front door. he kept his head bowed, not looking at me. i could sense the tension as i barely grazed his shoulder, walking so fast i barely registered the soft material of his flannel on my skin. i paused in front of the door, gripping the handle and hoping he’d call out my name and beg me to stay.

but he didn’t. and i turned around to see his eyes were still trained on the floor, back turned. i felt the cold air envelop me and i slammed the door shut, reverberating and practically shaking the house. i sucked in a breath and pushed forward to the blue house a few doors down.

i knocked wearily, feeling my knees begin to wobble as the effects of what had just transpired hit me. suddenly i was a mess on the porch, breathing erratically as i tried to process what just happened. but, when i saw carols face when she opened the door, concerned at my state of being, i lost it.

she carried me into the house and let me sob my way through the story. she held me while i cried and laid me down once i had fallen asleep in her grasp, eyes crusted shut with tried tears, cheeks red, and lips swollen.

i dreamt that night of glenn.

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in the morning i woke to the smell of toast and eggs. my stomach growled harshly and i realized i hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

i gripped the banister on my way downstairs, being created with carol’s sympathetic smile. i sat down on the island counter as she pushed a plate of breakfast in front of me.

“i’m leaving for hilltop today.” i announced suddenly. her back was turned to me but i could sense the blank stare that must’ve washed over her. the sizzle of the pan of eggs on the stove top was the only sound heard for a moment.

then, she continued tussling the eggs in the pan, continuing on as if i hadn’t said anything. “it’s dangerous.”

“maggie needs me.” i answered simply.

“she’d feel much better if you stayed here. safe, with rick.”

i took a small bite of my toast, “she knows i can take care of myself. i should’ve gone with her and sasha right after…” i let my voice drift on, knowing i didn’t have to be specific. “i need to do this for her. for me. i cant stay here, carol, i can’t. not anymore.”

carol turned around at that, pouring her own eggs onto a plate. “well, i’m not going to stop you.” she said, taking a bite, “but i don’t think you should go alone.”

“i don’t need a babysitter,” i mumbled, beginning to lose my appetite. “im going by myself and that’s final.”

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i opened the front door to the grimes’ home we shared cautiously. i anticipated to see carl in the front room with judith, as he always was, but to my surprise it was rick instead.

he was sat on the couch while judith babbled and played on the floor. his eyes were tired and lost, his face sunken with grief. he turned to look at me walking in and gave me the same, sympathetic smile i had gotten from carol.

i stood awkwardly in front of the door, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“he told you didn’t he.” i mumbled, not even being able to bring myself to say his name.

“no,” his voice was rough as he spoke, “i heard him last night crying in his room, after you’d left. and i knew.”

i felt my heart clench and my nose begin to sting. i nodded slowly, knowing i wouldn’t be able to choke out words i so desperately wanted to say.

“im going to hilltop today. only carol knows. i came to grab my stuff.”

his eyebrows furrowed at me and once i saw the disapproving look i spoke fast.

“i can make it there.” i promised, “we need each other.”

rick knew exactly who i was referring to and suddenly the look of disapproval vanished from his face. he nodded at me slowly, accepting the fact that this battle would be one he lost in trying to keep me here. he turned to judith and i took that as my cue to head upstairs.

“carl is at the armory, but he should be back soon,” i heard rick say, “i suggest you leave before he gets back, for both of your sakes.”

i didn’t answer, only continued up the steps. i didn’t want to see carl because i knew if he begged me to stay i would. it hurts knowing i perhaps don’t have that same control over him.

pushing open his door and revealing his room, our room was harder than i had imagined. i wanted to be out quickly, without hassle. i went through drawers, grabbing my things, stuffing them into the two duffel bags i had underneath our bed.

my heart dropped when i heard the front door open and close. i hadn’t been quick enough.

“where is she?” i heard his voice from downstairs and it motivated me to work quicker.

i managed to close the zipper on the second duffle bag but when i turned to the door i almost fainted. carl stood there with his arms hanging limp at his side, a blank stare on his face as he watched me pack my life away.

we stood facing each other for a long time. i stressed another fight, perhaps a bigger blowout than the last, but i looked into his sad, tired eyes and realized there wouldn’t be any fighting between us.

“how did you know i was here,” i mumbled.

“i went to carol’s looking for you. she told me you were leaving for hilltop.” his face scrunched up in disgust at his own words, as if just the thought of me leaving left a sour taste in his mouth.

“i am.” i said, voice feeble in an attempt to remain confident.

he shook his head slowly as tears began to rise up in his eyes. “don’t, y/n.”

“why not?” i pushed, crossing my arms over my chest. “why wouldn’t i leave? what’s left for me here?”

he didn’t answer.

“you let me go last night.” i stabilized my voice a bit, straightening my back to make myself look stronger as i spoke the words. “you can let me go again.”

“is that what this is?” he questioned, “is this reckless stupidity to punish me for last night?”

i scoffed, rolling his eyes at his narcissism. “no,” i chuckled in disbelief.

“then why? because this is the first time i’ve heard about this from you. not once have you said you’ve wanted to go to hilltop.”

“why wouldn’t i go?” i asked rhetorically, “maggie’s there and i want to help her. i feel so… so useless here! like, nothing is going right in this godforsaken place and last night was the last thing i needed to set me off.”

his face suddenly paled, his eyes softening. words were stuck on the edge of his tongue and i could see in his expression he contemplated letting them spill over. “i wanted to talk about last night.”

i turned around at that, beginning to rustle with my bag to occupy my hands. to do something other than hear him talk. especially about last night.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you, you have no idea how hard it was for me, letting you go like that.”

i scoffed again, “you don’t even have a clue how i feel, carl, so don’t even try to sympathize with me.”

“i-“

“save it.” i spat, anger beginning to rise up my veins at the idea that he was about to pity me. “nothing you can say, nothing you think you can do to make it okay won’t keep me from-“

a loud bang on the front door shook me from finishing my sentence, both our eyes widening as carl ran out of the room and to the stairs.

“anyone home?” a booming voice spoke. i knew that voice.

carl, eyes still wide, turned to me in shock. i stood frozen, my hand still clutching the strap of my duffel bag filled with things.

“aww, you are a cutie-pie aren’t you! where’s your mommy, huh?”

at that, my blood ran cold.

judith was downstairs, by herself, with him.

without another moment of hesitation, carl was booking it down the stairs. i closely followed; forgetting our fued and any other reason why i would be angry in the first place. judith came first.

when i got to the bottom of the stairs carl was already in a staring match with negan as he held judith in his burly arms. the sight almost made me vomit. if he was capable of all he did that night, what was stopping him from harming a baby?

“well would you look what we have here,” he smiled his wicked smile. “i remember you,” he said, pointing at me.

“give me the baby,” carl demanded, his eye narrow. i wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of his glare.

negan chuckled, “and why would i do that? she’s so precious, i don’t think i’ll ever let her go.”

i felt my eyes sting when he lifted her up higher, examining her small, angelic face with devil eyes.

“i’m not asking,” carl said confidently, his voice didn’t shake or tremble. surprisingly, he was calmer than me, and it was his sister. he kept his eyes trained on negan, never once allowing him to leave his hard gaze. “give her to me.”

negan looked between the two of us before letting out a large gasp, his eyes widening, “no fucking shit, pardon my french but, aren’t you two a little young…”

my cheeks flushed once i realized what he was implying. i slowly shook my head, staring at carl out of the corner of my eye. his eye narrowed further.

“that’s my sister.” he spat.

“this is rick’s baby girl?” negan bounced judith in his arms again, eliciting a small giggle from her. “wow! now it’s a grimes’ party!”

he eyed me up and down, “sweetheart,” he beckoned me to take the baby, and without question i stepped up, carefully taking her out of his grasp and into the safety of my arms. i let out a sigh of relief, smoothing her golden hair back.

i backed up to carl’s side again, keeping my arms strongly around judith’s small body. she twirled a strand of my brown hair around her stubby finger, giggling again.

ever so slightly, carl stepped in front of me, shielding judith and i from whatever this man could do.

“so, where’s rick?” negan asked as he began trodding around the room, picking up trinkets left in the house by the previous owners.

“not here,” carl answered stiffly. out of the corner of my eye, i saw his hand lightly graze over the top of his jeans. my heart pounded a little faster.

negan sighed disappointedly, “well, im gonna go look for him! in the meantime, a few of my men will be by here to collect half your shit for me to take! kapeesh?”

he walked over to me and patted judith’s back, getting sickenly close. i held my breath, attempting to shield my fear. “i’ll be back for you, sweetheart.”

a chill ran down my spine when judith giggled at the man’s words. it felt like i was holding that breath in all the way until the front door closed and i could breathe again.

suddenly, carl gripped my shoulders and forced me to face him. “take judith upstairs and stay there.”

boots crunching against gravel outside made my stomach drop, the sound getting closer as each second passed. i shook my head violently. “i’m not leaving you down here by yourself.”

“i’ll be fine, go upstairs. now!” he pushed me in the direction of the stairs, judith cooing. i suddenly felt the urge to tell him i loved him, to hold him and make sure he’s safe. i never wanted to leave his side.

i had barely made it up the stairs and out of sight by the time the men had opened the door and i heard carl already start with the spiteful comments. he’s gonna get himself killed.

i placed judith in her crib, cooing to her softly to make sure she was settled. i locked her door from the inside, stuffing the key in my back jean pocket and headed for the stairs. i peeked through the railings, watching carl argue with one of negan’s men while the other ransacked the kitchen.

“you said half!” carl growled, watching the men stuff cabinet after cabinet of food into a large bag.

“we’ll take as much as we want.” one of the men replied, his tone snark and condescending.

my eyes bulged when i saw carl turn around and raise his gun to the man in the kitchen. he cocked it, his finger edging the trigger. “put it back.”

at this, i ran downstairs to carl’s side, just in time for the man behind him to cock his gun, right at my head.

carl’s head turned, his face pale when he saw the cold metal pressed up against my head, and the man’s strong arm around my torso.

“put the gun down, kid.” the man with the gun to me demanded. carl didn’t budge.

“carl…” i whispered carefully, my heart thumping in my ears loud enough to the point where i could barely hear myself talk aloud. “put it down…”

he stood there for a moment, his hand holding the gun beginning to shake as his pupil turned into a devilish slit to the man threatening my life. after what felt like hours, he finally lowered the gun, and i let out a sigh of relief when the metal left my hair.

we watched in distraught as they picked apart every inch of our home. luckily, we were able to keep him from going upstairs, and they left without another word to either of us. as the front door slammed shut i was pulled harshly into carl’s arms, his whole body shaking in rage.

his grip was tight and constricting, as if the anger was flowing into the hug. i could barely get a breath out, and i felt him shakily let out a few of his own into my ear, his chin digging into the crevice between my neck and my shoulder.

i could feel his rage. it coursed through him like the blood in his veins. his brain pumped more thoughts of negan, his saviors, their wrath, and i felt him slip into his emotions.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice harsh, embrace still solid.

a tear dropped onto the warm skin of my shoulder, and by then i knew, everything he had said to me last night was nothing but a mistake.

i nodded against him, “i know.”

———

the rest of the day he didn’t let go of me, refused to. we laid in bed and i realized he was still thinking of this mornings’ events.

rick had come back an hour after the saviors left and panicked, asking about judith and if we were okay. he saw carl practically in tears from anger on the couch and me coddling his fragile ego.

he told us to stay in the house the rest of the day, and he’d be back to salvage whatever food he could find for dinner after our kitchen became nothing but a hollow, empty shell.

laying on carl’s chest, i drew patterns onto the grey of his shirt. we laid in silence, comfortable yet uncomfortable silence, until he broke it.

“today,” he started, his voice low, “when he had his gun up to your head, i realized something.”

i lifted my head slightly to look at him, his eye trained on the wall in front of us.

“you were about to die without me saying i love you today.” he sucked in a sharp breath, “and- and i realized i couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

he finally looked down to me, his eye glazed over, staring at my with a heartbreakingly beautiful gaze that told me everything i needed to know.

“carl-“

“if you still want to go to hilltop i wont stop you.” he continued, cutting me off, “but if they come there-“ his voice hitched, his chest tightening under me. “remember that even after what i said, i cant ever stop loving you, y/n.”

the tears that had been building in my eyes finally spilled over. i realized the extent of what we were all going through, what our reality is. that we don’t know if today is promised, more so than before we met the saviors. that humans are far more dangerous than any walker we’d ever come across.

we were all living on borrowed time, and at some point, we’d have to return it.

i buried my head in his warm chest and sobbed. sobbed for glenn, for abraham, for maggie, for judith, for me, for carl, for us together. i sobbed for what we’d never have again as far as it seemed.

safety.

“what are we gonna do,” the words tumbled out of my mouth deliriously, through snot and sobs.

he didn’t answer, but carl’s grip around me tightening, and the way his chest stuttered, answered for him when his throat had nothing to offer.

but then he spoke. low and menacing. he acquired a sort of vendetta he didn’t have the night prior. he wasn’t about to let me go for them. not anymore.

“we’re gonna make them pay.”

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes angst #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #carol peletier #negan smith #twd negan #twd carl #twd season 7 #angst with a happy ending #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes one shot #carl grimes imagine

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tan1shere · 5 months

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Slumber Party pt 2

A/n: think I've sorted it ! Yayy so if you would like a part 3 let me know ;) (repost)

Summary: like the song slumber party. Ellie thinks she can treat you better then your shitty girlfriend

Warnings: heavy smut, cunnilingus, Dom but soft Ellie (in a way???), riding, touching, alcohol, mentions of smoking, strap usage, pet names. If there's anything else I missed, pls lmk !!

Pt 1 here ! ~ pt 3 here!

It had been a few weeks from the last incident. Everything was pretty normal (for your living) Isabel would occasionally scold you for this or that but never yelled since that one time. You were happy about that as it always made you feel so empty inside like someone had grabbed your chest, yanked your heart and stomped on it. Even if you didn't necessarily love Isabel anymore the situation was hard. You knew you could go to Ellie, but that left you with that weak feeling again. Like you couldn't fend for yourself. You refused to reach out for help until it got to the point where it was bad. Incredibly bad. And that was today. A day before Isabel was suppose to go away to New York. You were cleaning, cooking meals.

You even packed her bag for her while she was at work. Like you had been asked to do. You were always like this growing up. The relationship didn't change you. You always go by the rules and making people happy. If you didn't you felt empty. You felt like you failed them. "I'm home." She calls out sounding tense, dropping her bangs down in an angry manner, but you didn't hear her as you were in the shower. She looks around to see some food. Ones she would take with her and the dinner for that night. She noticed something she didn't request on the list. First mistake of the night. She came into the bedroom to look for you finding her suitcase. She looked at it done differently to how she usually does it. You come out of the bathroom wrapped in your towel. "God you're pathetic. Can't follow simple instructions. Can you!"

You stand there shocked. "I've had a shit day to come home to more. Shit." "Iz-" She strides closer looking furious. "You are so fucking useless." She spat with fury. Raising her hand landing a slap to your face. You quickly put your hand over it before your gasping, widening your eyes, as she wraps her hand round your neck. "You will get changed. Do the meals I ask, and pack my suitcase the way I want. Got it." You nod desperate to get some air into your lungs. Relieved when she finally let's go. You let out a few coughs, watching as she walks out of your bedroom.

You start to bawl your eyes out as you try to calm down, when you get a call from Ellie but you're too scared right now to even answer. Getting dressed and trying to regain your composure as you start on your bag. Now, this was very unlike you to ignore her calls, and especially not say anything on why, soon after. She starts blowing up your phone panicking. You haven't told ellie about the abusiveness. But she's had a bad feeling for awhile now that she may hurt you. You go to look at your phone for a quick second.

"Oh no you don't." You see Isabel coming over to you, snatching your phone. "Hey!" She does the unspeakable and smashes it on the floor. "No!" You look down at it then at her. "What did I say?" You stand there out of pure shock. "Answer me damn it." You look back at her. "I- I was about to-" She stares at you, about to turn away when you think of Ellie and how strong she is. Embody her Y/n. Do it. "No." You whisper slightly, but she hears. "What was that?" You keep looking at her. "If you don't like it you should've done it yourself cuz I've been working all day on i-" She storms towards you nearly knocking you off your feet with a punch to the face. Inaudible.

You feel frozen, stunned. Like everything has stilled, you start to hear a ringing in your ear at the impact. "Dont EVER speak to me like that again. Do you hear me?" Tears flow like a streaming river. "Do you fucking hear me." Blood can be felt dripping. "Y-yes.. sorry." You try and gain balance but feel incredibly light headed. "I'm sick of this." She says, heading for the front door, she is met with an angry and concerned looking Ellie. "Do whatever the fuck you want I don't give a shit anymore." She screams as she leaves for the car. Ellie knits her eyebrows together as she watches her leave. She walks in the house, beginning to hear sobs, she sprints into the bedroom to be met with you on the floor, blood dripping down your nose, it smeared on your hands as you try desperately to stop it from flowing even more. "Shit, fuck."

Ellie curses as she comes closer to you, kneeling on the ground. "I- I yelled at her and it- I got-" You try explaining. "Shh sh. Tell me later ok?" You just gently nod as she tries to get you on the bed, on a more comfortable surface. "Don't panic, I'm just going to get some towels and such, I'll be right back." You nod yet again. Trying to focus on her. Her words. She comes back not long after with the supplies she will need. "Hold this to your nose and tilt your head back a bit, can you do that for me?" Again, you nod, doing exactly as she says. She sighs. "I had a feeling she was like this. Why didn't you try to tell me?"

She softens her look. Her voice. "I was afraid she'd find out and do worse.. I'm sorry." She shakes her head. "Never be sorry for something that isn't your fault." Once she's done she looks at you, looking at the bruises on your face. "I'm sorry she did this to you angel, I really am." You look down at your hands. Not sure how to speak right now. But she knows that. She goes closer to you bringing you in for a hug. You sink into it. Into her touch. You missed being held like this. It felt special, especially when she was the one hugging you.

You woke up the next morning to Ellie being gone. You were saddened but you look to your side to see a note. 'When she leaves tomorrow I'm coming to pick you up. You don't need to be there, there's no point.' It was obviously Ellie who wrote it you can tell by her messy handwriting. You look at the clock that was on the wall reading the time. It was right when Isabel was suppose to be leaving. You had slept for a few hours. You touch your nose remembering the events of yesterday, feeling it had dried but still sore. Suddenly you hear the front door being opened and a suitcase being dragged on the hardwood floor. Getting up to go see her leaving. "I'll be back in a week." She says coldly. You nod gently, watching as she leaves. Once you know she has you let out a deep sigh, looking around the room, going to the fridge as you were hungry. Scavenging for something tasty you settle on a

cheese stick. Simple but enough for you. That sentiment reminded you of Ellie a little bit. She was very simple, the way she lived her life. But enough for you. She was perfect. You shake your head out of those thoughts like you always do but a tiny bit linger. It was no lie how she would make you feel, whenever she would talk about space, art, dinosaurs. Your heart would flutter. You loved listening to her pretty voice talk about her interests. It inspires you to dive into your passion. But that'd never become reality. Just a simple dream. You wanted to be a designer. Whether it was clothes. Furniture. You loved making everything tidy, and pretty. In an order that was well planned out. It was your little thing. And the only person who knew of this dream was Ellie. She'd tell you to chase after it, but with how you lived, there was no chance of that ever happening. So you like to daydream about it. You walk over to the couch sitting down, only for a split second when you hear a car pull up outside. You listen. It was Ellies car. It was old but she loved it. Which made you love it. You finish your cheesey goodness before grabbing your shoes and heading out to the car, you smile as she notices you. To which she returns that smile. "Hey you. Sleep alright?" You give her a small shrug. "It was alright. The pain wasn't subsiding at all though." You let out a breath through your nose at the thought, whincing as the cold air makes it sting a bit.

"We will just have to take it easy. I still think you should consider my offer-" You immediately shake your head. "Its fine, maybe this trip will do her good." You state. "Or make her more agitated." Ellie mumbles. You hear her clearly. "But we aren't worrying about that we are having a fun filled week. I have a new drawing to show you. I went down to the beach and sat in my car, I saw these seagulls fight over a burger bun. Quite entertaining if you ask me." That makes you let out a soft giggle. "Can't wait to see how you drew that." She smiles at your giggle. "You're gunna love it!"

Once you arrived at Ellies home you take a breath in. It always smelt earthy, in the best way possible. "You can take my bed-" She began but you cut her off. "I'm staying here?" She nods. "While she's away, I'd hate for you to be alone." You look around for a second. "You really want me here?" You look at her. "Why wouldn't I?" She laughs slightly at your question. You nod, going over to the couch. "But please, I can take the couch, this is your place after all!" She simply shakes her head. "I want you to be comfortable." "But I am Els. I'm always comfortable when I'm here." She takes a moment to look at you, then remembers. "Ahah! Almost forgot to show you the amazingness." She stands up fully, going over to her art room and coming back with her sketch book. You wait in anticipation to see this drawing. She opens it out so you can see it. "Tada!" She speaks in triumphant. You smile wide as you observe the sketch of the seagulls. "I adore it Els!" She then goes to turn the page, you guessed to show something else but she realizes what it was soon after. It was a sketch of you. "Oh fuck, that's not important but, the seagulls were going crazy over that burger patty, I started cracking up laughing-" You can't help but think of the drawing of you. "You've drawn me before?" You look at her, puzzled but interested. "It was just-" She sighs.

"You were just sitting there, you looked so peaceful. I guess you inspired me.. you inspire me alot actually." She goes to flip the page again showing you more. "I never wanted to say anything in case you thought it was creepy or something." You have known Ellie for how long and she's still thinking like this? "Els. I'm so flattered. I could never be creeped out. If anything I'm honored to inspire your art." She smiles at you. "Well I'm glad because I'd really like to do more. Ones where you're actually looking at me. I tried to do already existing photos but it didn't feel right. Wasn't in the moment." She states. You love how beautifully she would always words such things. It made your heart swell. Was that wrong? You were with someone already. Not a very nice someone, but thats besides the point. Not to mention Ellie was your best friend. You shouldn't ruin that as she's the only true person in your life right now. You gotta push these feelings aside. "So what happens in a day to day life of the Ellie Williams?" She smiles at your words, plopping on the couch and leaning back into the cushions. "Well nothing that exciting. I mean I can do whatever I please whenever I please. Usually I'll wake up late, maybe have something to eat. Watch TV. Just boring stuff. Maybe have a small time to smoke but that's about it."

You nod as you listen. That's one of the things she loved about you. How you'd listen. Especially when she'd say something stupid (Only she would think that) You would just give a gentle smile and nod, signaling that you were taking in everything she said. "Why don't you draw me now?" She looks at you. "Yeah?" You nod. "Alright then." She stands, heading to her art room to get some stuff. "Here wear these." She hands you some petite round glasses, with a thin black rim. "You have props?" "Why ofcourse I do." You smile at her and put them on. They had no lense so you could see just fine. You look at her waiting for what she wanted you to do. She looks at you thinking. "I want you to hold this book. Put your legs up and rest them on your knees. Then." She ponders some more. She goes to ruffle your hair a bit. "Els!" She shh's you. "Let me do ma thang." She moves a bit of your hair over your face having one of your beautiful eyes poking out with the glasses. "And perfect. Not that I needed to do much."

She smiles. You feel heat rise to your cheeks. She always talks to you like this, why are you now reacting? She begins to sketch, while you sit there looking at her. Admiring how concentrated she was. She would occasionally chew on her lip as she looked at the page, even sticking a bit of her tongue out while biting it. You saw the way her features lit up as she looks at you. You were infact. Falling inlove with Ellie. And you don't think there was any way of stopping it.

It was a few days later, you were in the kitchen making food for the both of you as she then walks in the room. "Woah there whatcha doin?" You turn around to look at her. "Just making breakfast." You smile wide at her. She chuckles. "Uh uh. You aren't in that hel lhole no more, you don't need to be doing that. We can just order something. Relax for once." She flops on the couch. And for once you decide to do so going over to her and sitting by her. "I was thinking of inviting my friend over tonight, you remember Dina right? She will possibly bring her boyfriend but I just wanted to see what you thought about it." You look at her. "Sooo like a small party?" She thinks of a response. "I guess so, but it'll just be the 4 of us, I would really like if you got to know them, they will really like you I promise!" She smiles at you. "Sounds fun to me." You return the smile.

Things had been going good. You were all laughing, enjoying yourselves. You were into your third drink now. Just honestly glad you decided to. "I was really missing out!" You take another sip but Ellie takes it and sets it down. "Slow down angel- you don't want to rush into it." You just giggle, making her smile at your slightly tipsy state. "Remember old times in school. We would always play truth or dare, or. What are the odds!" Dina explains. "Oh no, I know where this is going. 'Let's play it'." Ellie mocks her voice. "Well duh, lets do it!" Ellie shakes her head laughing. "What are we 12?" Dina nods. "Yes. Yes I am. Right who's starting?" At school you'd never get invited to parties. (Is it obvious?) Even if you did, you'd never attend one. It wasn't your thing. So you never had played nor known much about these games. "Y/n. Truth or dare?"

So when Dina asked you, you decided to go for the safest option. As you had seen on TV in random romances. "Truth." You smile softly. "Have you ever had a three way?" She smirks. "Dina she probably doesn't know what that is." You think back to all the things Ellie has told you about but you never once heard her utter those terms. "I haven't no." You look at Ellie. "Guys you should know she's not really into this sort of thing." Dina looks at you. "That's ok, we can do something else if you don't want to play this." You look at her as she gives you a smile.

"Oh no that's alright. I don't mind playing it's just not going to be very interesting as I haven't done anything." She furrows her brows. "Nothing? At all?" "I've only ever kissed someone and that's my partner currently. She's the only one I've kissed." Ellie looks at you. "Wait only her? You've had other girlfriends-" You nod as she's right. "We weren't really with eachother long enough for us to get to that stage." Dina smirks. "And you said it wouldn't be interesting. If anything this is more intriguing." You laugh gently at her words.

You were saying your goodbyes to Dina and Jesse. You turn around, facing Ellie once they're gone. It might be the alcohol talking but she looked really good right now. You stalk closer towards her. She smiles at you. "Come on I think you need some rest." She takes a few steps closer but you just look at her dumbly. "Did you know you're all I've been thinking about all night." You blurt out, unable to control anything at the moment. "Y/n you're drunk. Let's get to bed-" "kiss me." She widens her eyes in shock. Not exactly sure how to respond. "Go on Els. You can." She sighs. "I wish you had this much confidence sober." She goes to grab you bringing you to her bedroom to get you to lay down. She had made you sleep in her bed. There was honestly no turning it down as she kept insisting on it, so that's where you slept the whole time you were there.

"Ellieeee." You whine out. "Go to sleeeep." She trys to get you to stay down. Failing as you're a mess right now. "Atleast stay with me." She sighs again. "Pleaseeee." You try and Ellie being Ellie, she caves in. Getting in with you and bringing you close to her. You look up to her smiling. You decide to just lean in anyway and give her a messy peck to the lips. She's shocked to say the least. She freezes. In all honesty, she can't believe it had happened at all.

She would always think about it. How soft your lips would be. How much she'd be able to kiss you better then that asshole you're with. She knew she could. She let her thoughts wander. Thinking about your body, how she'd treat you just how you should be treated. She wanted to badly. She snaps out of these thoughts as you snuggle into her. She let it. This has been what she wanted. She couldn't though. What on earth was she gunna do now.

You woke up the next morning to a slight headache. Not horrid but it was definitely there. You genuinely don't remember much, that is until you turn your head to see Ellie fast asleep. You widen your eyes, suddenly regaining memory of the events. Oh shit. That's incredibly embarrassing. You kissed her? So carelessly. That is not how you wanted that to go whatsoever. You gently sit up, feeling her stir at your dumb attempts to be quiet. "Good morning you." She looks at you with a tired expression. Then she remembers. Sitting up also. Awkward. So incredibly awkward. It's not like you haven't hugged Ellie before or anything. Nor cuddled.

So why is it incredibly awkward. Because your dumbass kissed her. Better yet while drunk. You remember how it felt though. Amazing to say the least. Incredible even. But she's your best friend. Not to mention you're still with Isabel. Oh my god. You cheated. That begins to play over and over in your head along with the lines of 'you're a bad person' You don't even want to think about it. So you get up and head out into the living room, leaving Ellie to feel more awkward and confused. This wasn't good.

It was a day later from the mishap. You didn't even speak to one another. You still panicked over the fact you had 'cheated' you were going stir crazy. Ellie was also thinking similar. Not about the 'cheating' because in all fairness she couldn't give a shit, she knew Isabel would have deserved it. She's worried about you, and your thoughts. Are you going to distance yourself from her? Are you going to try forget the moment. She tried to guage your emotions. Something she would always do pretty well. But not this time. You were currently watching TV. Ellie had, had enough of the silence. "I enjoyed it." Was the only thing she thought to say.

Only thing that seemed less stupid that came to her mind. You turn around to look at her. "W-what?" You were confused, but also starting to get nervous. "I like you. There's no doubt about it. Actually, no I don't like you Y/n I love you. And I can't just sit here and watch that bitch keep on hurting you when I know for a fact I could treat you so much better, and that kiss is doing all sorts to my brain right now I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about how stupidly I didn't kiss back-" You stand to meet her, still smaller than her but you swiftly grab her shirt and pull her into you. Forcefully kissing her again. She was shocked, but this time kisses back almont immediately.

She grabs ahold of your waist pulling you impossibly closer to her. It was heating up. And fast. You two pull away for air, to think about this all. But neither of you wanted that you just wanted to do. She grabs your cheeks to kiss you again. Missing the feeling of how soft they really were. And in all honesty. They were better then she imagined. She slowly pushes you gently onto the couch, climbing on you, not once breaking the heated kiss you two were having. She moves her knee in between your legs subconsciously. You let out a small breath at the feeling. She starts to move the kiss to your jaw. Then your neck. "Els.." You let out a content sigh. "Is this alright?"

You nod, eagerly, for more. "I'm not going to lie to you Y/n. I've dreamt about this. Dreamt of how I was your first and how I could make you feel amazing. Better then you even think she could." You stare at her as she speaks. "God I've been waiting for years." She says hungrily going in to kiss you again, starting to take your shirt off leaving you with nothing as you usually didn't really wear a bra. She devoured the fact you didn't. Immediately leaning down to suck on your newly hardened nipples. You let out a long shakey moan at the feeling, finally getting what you've wanted but been too scared for. There was no denying it. You were not, scared no more. You wanted it all. You wanted her. And she couldn't of folded for you any more. She trails those sucks down slowly to your small shorts.

She takes them off with the same pace. Letting out her own slight moan as she sees more of you. Sees how the thin fabric of your underwear clings to you, especially now that she's gotten you worked up, wet. She hums to herself. "Wonder who did that. Huh, baby?" She taunts, knowing it was her work. She goes to take them off completely leaving you completely naked. You didn't mind but you grab at her bicep. She got what you were hinting at. "All in good time angel. All in good time." She wanted to savor this. Make it longer. But she also didn't want to wait any longer then she had been. For years on end. And neither did you. You wanted to feel all the amazing feelings. Especially with Ellie. She strips off her hoodie leaving her in her wife beater.

"I can't wait any longer." She dives down to your needy core, wasting absolutely no time, eating you out like it's her last meal. She knew she should go slow but she just couldn't resist. You obviously don't mind. "Els.. Fuck-" You let out a slightly louder moan at the way she's moving her tongue in you. It was long, there was no doubt about it. And very skilled. She twists and turns it, occasionally moving up to your clit, flicking it every so often for a different sensation. You roll your hips into her mouth and arch your back. Making your head lay back into the couch as you relish in this beyond amazing feeling. You shakily sigh as you begin to feel a indescribable feeling in your lower tummy. Ellie feels you clench around her tongue so she knows you're also close.

But she suddenly gets a small idea before she makes you have the most jaw dropping orgasm. She takes her phone out and gets Isabel's number, she had from awhile back when you gave it to her just in case of- anything really. She goes to type, feeling so pussy drunk right now. She was enjoying how you taste like crazy.

She smirks against your skin at the reply, setting her phone down and speeding up her movements. "Ellie..." You sigh out, in between a moan. She hums. "Let go for me pretty. I've got you. Yeah baby. Cum all over my face." That just about makes you break, with her words, her voice, her tongue her mouth- you let out one of the loudest moans that you've ever mustered up. Feeling your body shake as you cum all over Ellies face. You watch as her eyes roll back enjoying that way too much. She eats it all. Laps it up. Running her hands along your thighs, soothing them from the shakeyness. You lay there, incredibly out of breath, wondering what on earth had just happened.

"I'm not done with you yet sweet girl. Whether or not this is the last time I get to do this, I'm making it worth it." She says standing up off the couch, holding her hand out. You take it, cautiously standing with her. She takes you to her bedroom and gets you to lay down. "I think about using this on you. How you'd struggle." She declares, holding the strap in hand. You only know what its called because of her, how she'd use it on all these girls. Now you get the privilege of getting fucked by her with it. "But I don't want to rush you. Even if you are ready." She sits on the bed, maneuvering to lay down. "I want you to come sit on my lap, and ride it. You think you can do that for me?"

You nod, swiftly going to her lap, excited to. "Good girl." She breathes out going to put it on. You feel weak as she says that, and for the first time in, well. Ever. You don't even care. Once she's done you go to hover over it, her slender hands holding the base. "Sink down for me- there you go baby." She grunts as you lower yourself slowly but surely. You let out a small whimper at this new profound feeling. Resting your hands on her torso, once you're comfortable enough you begin to move. Easing yourself into this feeling of complete and utter pleasure. You let your mouth hang open as she grabs ahold of your hips. "That's it, shit. You learn so fucking well. So incredibly good for me aren't you." You nod, biting your lip with a small whine. "God I can't wait to fuck you dumb into this mattress. It will happen I count on it."

The way she says these filthy things makes your pussy flutter, she leans her beautiful hands up to your breast, squeezing with ease. "I feel you hugging me tight angel. I know you're close." She knows she can't truly feel it but she feels the way your struggling as your walls begin to squeeze up around the strap. You let out a struggled hum, feeling as though you could burst at any moment.

"Come on pretty girl. Let go for me." She says softly but oh how dirty it really was. You nod, as you can feel it approaching.

"That's it, such a good girl." She grunts, leaning a hand to your aching clit, rubbing small circles. It sends you over the edge, cumming with another loud moan, feeling the liquid drip down your thighs. She then feels herself cum in her boxers. The harshness of your movements causing the friction to impact on her, she felt just as amazing. You flop onto her chest, exhausted and heavy eyed. You feel her strong arms wrap around your tired, fragile figure, feeling warm and content. "You're mine. And you always will be. No matter what, or who. Mine, angel. Mine." She says into your hair, as you fall into a deep, blissful sleep.

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #elliewilliams

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daddy's little girl

the poll's final result was YES I'M IN NEED OF ONE so here ya go!

pairing: dad!oscar x mum!reader

warning: nothing just pure fluff! enojy!!

(can i just say that soraya is such a sweet name?? thx.)

oscar peered at the little cupcake plushie his little daughter soraya was pointing at. covered with rainbow sprinkles and super fluffy, it definetely seemed like the want and need of a little four-year-old. but was it really needed?

'are you sure you need this, love?' oscar asked looking down at his girl.

'yes daddy, it will go with my collection of unicorn and princess plushies!'

'right.' oscar said. 'alright then, better call your mum, then! y/n!!!!'

and up came oscar's wife, soraya's mummy.

'oh come on oscar, any toddler would want that toy for themselves!' y/n retorted, after hearing her husband waffle about why the little toy wasn't really necessary.

'it's also my birthday soon!' soraya giggled

'yeah, right. it's june, and your birthday is in september!'

'please?'

and then the world's most beautiful doe-eyes stared into oscar's soul, stabbing him with guilt of not getting his daughter a toy she really wanted. her messy hair, much resembling her daddy's, rested on the vibrant toy. 'shoot,' oscar thought. 'even the toy is giving me a death stare'.

as if things couldn't get any worse, his wife was staring expectantly at him. and that was the final straw.

'oh, alright then.'

'yayy!' its was the simplest cheer ever. watching his daughter smile made him smile.

and off the three of them went, all smiles.

back at home

'daddy!'

'yes, darling'

'i named the cupcake plushie lando norris!'

'that's avery interesting name, i must say'

'i know, that's why i chose it!' soraya hopped away, with a cute little grin planted on her face.

oscar could only chuckle to himself. he loved his family.

❤

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out plushie shopping! prizes won for guessing the name correct! (hint, initials are LN)

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gideongravesbf · 5 months

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hi :3 and welcome! Here with a request! I was wondering if you could do Wallace wells with a reader who’s pretty shy and awkward when it comes to going to party’s and talking to people? And maybe how Wallace helps them become more comfortable in social settings? Thank you!

yayy first request on this blog :D !!!!! i love this request bc i suck at social intetactions :') and i def need a wallace in my life 2 motivate me 2 step outside my comfort zone

hope u like it !!!

★★★★

wallace is typically super outgoing and social. that's why when he started dating you, he made it his goal to help you become more comfortable in social situations. he needs someone to party with him and who better than the love of his life ?

he starts by inviting you to meet his friends individually. he would probably take you to meet scott first, since scott is also kinda awkward but endearing in his own way. scott probably talks your ear off about obscure video game references.

eventually, he starts inviting you to group hang outs to have you get accustomed to talking to multiple people at once and navigating group conversations.

if those kinds of situations stress you out as well, then he would never ridicule you for it. he'd subtly nudge you into joining the conversation where he finds fit so that you aren't stuck second guessing when you should speak. if you mess up somehow by speaking out of turn or saying something embarrassing or awkward, he'd quickly cover for you and be so smooth doing it that no one else even thinks that you messed up.

once you get to the parties and clubs kind of interaction, he'll practically be glued to your hip. he would never think about leaving you high and dry at an event where you're slightly uncomfortable. he socializes and mingles with you, inviting you into conversations with any stranger he meets at these events so that you don't feel left out.

if you ever express extreme discomfort in a situation or tell him that you're starting to feel overwhelmed, he would quickly excuse the two of you and take you home where he gives you some tlc. he'd make you tea (if you like it) to calm you down and cuddle with you to reassure you that he isn't upset with you for needing to leave.

#wallace wells x reader #wallace wells #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world

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qtboni · 1 year

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[surprise love! ✩ // itoshi rin]

PAIRING: roommate!rin (blue lock) x afab!reader

SUMMARY: in which you found a cat outside and you wanted to keep it. but, your roommate hates cats. wait.. 'hates'? (correction!)

TYPE/GENRE: ‘nd they were roommates… sfw, fluff, rin likes u + u like rin, def crack

CW/TW: explicit words.

WORD COUNT: 3.2k (made it long to make up for the delay 🤪🫶)

A/N: hey yall im back YAYY ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و this fic is dc to my bestie @adoresrinn who is a literal itoshi brainrot LMAOAOA enjoy u rin simps mwa ! btw i suggest listening to the song ‘banana shake’ (sped up) to this !

the leaves crunched beneath your feet. you breathed in and smelt the sweet, flowery fragrance from the trees. it reminded you of summer, of picnics, and to say the least, you could’ve said it reminded you of rin’s perfume but,, that was going to be weird. you shook your head. anyway, the path to your apartment was short, and you began your way home.

as you took in a deep breath, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. you looked up, breathing in the warm but cool air, and smiled. ‘what a nice day,’ you thought while you happily strolled on the sidewalk.

meow.

a faint sound came from behind you and you stopped in your tracks to try and find it. but to no avail of course, you only see people walking along the park and trees dancing with the wind. you continued on walking.

meow!

now, the sound was closer. you turn around with your eyebrows furrowing. you exhaled.

it was a surprise for you to see a small, lost cat following you.

‘what..’ you questioned as you slowly back away.

but suddenly this blur of a white fluff came racing out to meet you, nuzzling up against your leg and purring constantly. the smile crossed on your face widened as you looked down at the tiny fluffy ball in front of you.

the cat looked up at you, its tail twitching as it seemed to beg for some attention. slowly, you reached out to pet it, feeling the softness of its fur beneath your fingers.

petting the cat, you wondered how long it had been out in the cold all by itself.

you pouted in cuteness, "oh you're just the cutest thing," you cooed, gently scratching the fluff between the ears as you picked it up to see it better. the few rays of the sun peeking out from the trees’ greenery leaves reveal a neat color of white with black tips on each of its ears . "oh my gosh, you're so pretty...'

it purred as you stroked it–a small, happy purr that you found strangely soothing after the long school day you’ve had. ugh, just thinking back of all of the pending assignments you’d receive once you get home is setting you off.

as you lifted the cat up into your arms, you couldn't help but laugh at how it looked up at you; its eyes full of adoration. ‘maybe the cat’s a stray?’ you thought to yourself, but you couldn't resist the thought of taking it home with you.

“but you don't have any collar on.” you concluded when you scratch the back of its neck to feel no fabric strapped on. you watch as the cat meows back, and rubs its head against your hand.

you finished the thought as you watched as the white fluff ran around you and rubbed itself on to your crouched form.

you chuckled, “oh, alright. you can come home with me, little one. but,” you paused as you booped its nose, to which it licked your finger and meowed happily. “i'm gonna need to get you a name.” you said, already thinking of all of the names that you could give it, and the little collar that you’d buy for it.

as you approached your apartment with the white fluff ball bunched up in your arms, you could've sworn that you could hear the purring get slightly louder. it was like the cat knew that it had found a home, and was happy to have been taken in. you chuckled, “oh, am i gonna spoil you, little one?” you asked the cat, giving it another little pet.

once you got into the apartment, you set the cat down, and immediately got to work setting out a little bowl of food and a water cup, along with an extra box for it to sleep in. ‘this should do for the meantime..’ you thought to yourself as you placed an old cube cardboard box beside the divider to the kitchen.

the cat immediately went up to the bowl, digging in with eager licks, and you couldn't help but crack a smile. “oh, you are just so hungry, aren't you?” you whispered in a soft, soothing tone, reaching out to pet the cat again. it let out a soft mew, and then jumped onto your lap, settling down and beginning to purr once again.

“hm, so you just wanted some pets, huh?” you placed your pointer finger underneath its chin, making it look up to you. “well, in that case…” you began to gently stroke the cat's back, its happy purrs intensifying.

the more you pet the cat, the more it purrs. you had never realized how soft its fur actually was. they were as soft as velvet. the cat slowly closed its eyes, and began to purr even more as you began to get to your new companion's favorite places.

“you just love these pets, don't you?” you said gently to the white fluff, watching as it began to drift off to sleep, a happy look on its face, even in sleep. you were busy admiring the cat that you didn’t realize who entered.

rin walked through the door to the apartment tiredly albeit lazily. then his brows scrunched, and he had a look of irritation on his face as he took in the view.

“what is that.” he asked, pointing to the cat on your lap.

you jumped at your roommate's unexpected entrance. “oh, uh, i-i um... that's a cat?' you said, staring down at the sleeping cat. rin looked at the white fluff resting.

“a cat?” he scoffed, “you do realize i hate cats, right?”

‘so?’ you wanted to bite back but refrained yourself.

rin dropped his sports bag down beside the door and kicked off his shoes. sighing exasperatedly, he ruffled his dark, olive hair. with a deadpan expression on his face, he asks you, “well, what are you gonna do with it?" while crossing his arms.

"i think... i think i'm gonna keep him,” you started off and your hand continued on caressing the cat’s fur, “and name him... hm..." you thought for a moment, trying to think of all of the pet names that you had heard in the past.

‘i could name him ‘rue’ or ‘chu’, or i could name him after a constellation. maybe ‘nova’ or ‘polaris’? i don’t know, this is such a hard decision! it’s so hard naming him when he's a tiny fluffball, you never really know what fits them.’ you rambled on, clearly ignoring rin standing in front of you.

however, rin just stared at you, his brows scrunched in a sour expression. he couldn’t imagine waking up the next day with a feline walking freely in the apartment. his mind was full of questions, but it didn’t change his sour expression.

"oh. i know!” you said. “i'll call him kiyo."

rin’s eyebrows furrowed, "wait, you’re actually going to 'keep' him?" an annoyed expression on his face, "you can't be serious."

"i think it's pretty clear what i mean," you said, staring down at kiyo in your arms. "there's no need to be so grumpy. it's just a lil' cat."

grumbling, rin relented. “i guess you’re right. i just don’t like cats,” he looked at kiyo, who stared back at him with small eyes. rin's face went a slight pink. “but it is…. well, he is pretty cu–”

"oh, right." you abruptly said, your voice tinged with surprise that took rin to lean back. "i'm gonna need to get him a little pet bed and some toys…” you muttered in your breath.

“i'm sure there's a pet store nearby. we can check it out later." you said, continuing to look down at kiyo happily.

you smiled, and pet the cat. rin seemed to be looking around the apartment, and looking at every item of his that the cat could climb up to or scratch. he was muttering things under his breath, and was getting quite annoyed.

"what's your problem?" you asked rin.

kiyo meowed, and walked across the coffee table, looking up at rin, who was in front. rin averted his gaze at you, looking at the cat instead, and his scowl faded. his lips twitched, and… and, he grinned?

you looked at him weirdly.

you watch rin as he walked over, and picked up the cat from your lap. you shivered when you felt his gentle touch on your thighs. blushing, you averted your gaze and cleared your throat.

kiyo rubbed against rin as he meowed and kept purring up at him. rin sat down on the couch, and smiled. “this might not be so bad after all.” he quietly stated.

‘oh.’

you felt warmth in your heart. you could see lil' kiyo and rin starting to become close. now, rin's smile was as bright as ever when he continued caressing the cat's fur gently.

you chuckled, and teased him. “so, you like kiyo?”

looking up at you, rin made a 'fake' scowl, as still there was that smile on his face again. “shut up.” he said softly and diverted his attention back to the cat laying on his lap, nuzzling to the crevice between his arms.

“don’t tell me you’re starting to love the little guy?” you asked, chuckling as you do so.

rin made a face, clearly trying to avoid the fact that kiyo had started growing on him. "well.. um, w–"

kiyo jumped out of rin’s arms and leapt onto your lap, meowing. “guess so.” he grunted. rin sighed, and looked at the cat quite lovingly. your heart fluttered, it was so clear he was starting to warm up to kiyo.

you laughed a bit, “so you love him now?” you teased, and rin rolled his eyes.

“okay, maybe just a little. i’ll admit he's kind of cute.” he said.

rin abruptly stands up and walks towards you, leaving you a bit stunned. you think he's going to say something, but instead he just smiles warmly at you - a look of pure love and admiration on his face. at least you thought. rest in peace your hopeless romantic self.

you saw the teasing glint on his eyes. you gently strengthen your grip on the cat on your lap. "what.." you muttered as he reached out and took your hand, clasping it gently.

rin pulls you close and leans into your ear, his breath soft and warm against your skin. he smiles softly and whispers something to you - a teasing message, "you should really watch where your cat is," then he lets go after a moment.

visibly confused and flustered, you look down to see that, in fact, kiyo was no longer there laying down on your lap. you felt rin backing away with spills of laughter in his mouth.

you looked up and saw him with kiyo wrapped up in his arms. "hey!" you shouted and attempted to get kiyo from him. of course, rin being the tall bitch he is, held the white cat above his head. and because you're stupid, you blindly stepped on to the top of your toes and flailed around your hands to get kiyo out from his grasp.

snickering, rin raised the cat higher. you could hear rin laugh softly as he raises the cat high up in the air - just out of reach - and teases you about it. "you think you're going to get my cat? mmm, not going to happen, y/n."

to say the least, you were shocked but that didn't stop your attempts when you go to grab the cat away from him again.

"the fuck you mean?" you retorted.

you watch as rin holds kiyo close to him now and he refuses to let him go. "this cat is mine now, and he's not going anywhere else." he smiles softly and he holds the cat tightly to his chest.

rin laughs as he sees your frustration, and he taunts you about it, making you feel a little bit helpless. "you'll have to try a little harder than this if you want kiyo back, you know, ms. y/n"

rin smirked.

'SMIRKED. SMIRKEKD?! 2?2!2?1!?! 1!!?' you were again taken aback. 'since when did he become this dude so rizzed up, my man?!' you shouted internally.

and then, you straightened up with a smirk plastered on your face. 'oh, but you won't see this coming, do you, mr. rizz?'

you backed up slowly and this made rin stop chuckling. it was silent for awhile. 'what are you going to do, hm?' rin wondered as he watches you, kiyo still on top of his head.

you waited a moment, and then stepped on his foot with glee.

"ouch!" rin shouted and you catched kiyo from his fallen grip and nuzzled him in to your neck. kiyo meowed loudly.

"sorry, was that uncomfortable?" you said to rin, your voice dripping with sarcasm. then, you look down at the cat again, cooing softly as you rocked kiyo like a baby in your arms. "the best you can do is act like a child?" you snapped, tone now dripping with more than a hint of frustration and disapproval.

you heard rin hiss. "fine," rin sniffed. "damn, shawty. i was just teasing you."

'did this man just call me, 'shawty'?' you furrowed your brows.

"you were 'just teasing' me?" you said, voice dripping with sarcasm again. "well then that makes it alright, doesn't it?" you said, glaring at rin in frustration. after you snapped at him for being annoying, rin is left with guilt. it seems like all he can really do is agree with you after all.

"okay, okay." he says, sounding slightly ashamed of himself now that he's been called out like this. "i see what you mean. i'm sorry for being stubborn." his voice sounding a little guilty now. he looked up at you, now seeming a little ashamed of his actions as he scratched the back of his neck.

you sighed. "it's alright," nevertheless, you forgave him. rin looks up at you, and he smiles a little bit - a knowing smile. you averted your gaze to look at kiyo.

"i guess the stubborn man still likes you, huh?" you heard him quietly muttering.

'what?!' you thought as you jumped out of shock, and rin flinches. then, it dawned to him that you might have heard what he said. clearly flustered and avoiding your gaze, he sighs, realizing he had given himself away.

'shit.' rin curses to himself whilst taking a deep breath. he then looks at you, and smiles softly. tried to, to say the least as he was very awkward. a small smile, but genuine still all the same. he looks you over slowly, taking in every detail of your appearance. you followed his gaze and you ended up blushing a whole lot more.

rin exhaled softly, and he breathes a little bit harder. he wanted to change the subject already. "anyway!" he stands up and walks over to you, taking kiyo back in his arms. "he's a cat, how hard can it be to take care of one?"

"umm," you wondered as you shook of the feeling of bashfulness running to your veins from his gazes. "i-i'm sure we can look up stuff online, and figure out everything." you sound like you hadn't really thought this through.

nevertheless, rin hummed and you turned to look at him.

you grinned as kiyo rubbed his head against rin’s neck, and purred. rin closed his eyes, feeling content. you chuckled, and said, “aww, don't you wanna cuddle with the lil' guy?”

rin didn’t want to open his eyes as his ears were filled with your voice sounding so soft and inviting. so, he nodded. 'just for you.' he thought.

it was so sweet to see him like this, you were glad kiyo found you. the cat laid down on the couch, and rin laid down on his side next to the cat.

you watch rin as snuggled up to kiyo, holding his front paws tightly in his hands. you warmly said, “well, you’re going to keep kiyo as well, you know.”

rin made an annoyed face, but you could see a smile erupting. “fine.” he said, clearly very content. "i'm fine with that,"

you hummed then laid your head on the empty space beside rin's head - still has an appropriate distance between. closing your eyes, your heart fluttered as this moment made the atmosphere so warm.

rin was no different to you as his hand is itching to hold yours. of course, he was afraid of committing to first moves so he just went for the cat's head instead, caressing it. he’ll admit that his heart was racing, he was so nervous. this was the first time where he was this close to you.

"but," rin looked down, clearly content and happy to be in your presence. his lip trembled slightly when you gaze up at him. the two of you just stared at each other, smiling.

"but what?" you asked him.

you see rin's gaze turn to playfulness. "but as long as he doesn't shit or chew on any of my soccer shoes, of course."

you paused, and looked at him. "what the fuck, rin?"

"what? i have a big game in the next few days, can't have my shoes getting nipped on."

"kiyo's not a dog. he won't chew or eat or even destroy your shoes, oh my god." you jokingly said. "i mean look at this lil' fella," you reached over to the cat's face and made him look at rin, "how can he be capable of that?"

"meowww."

you see rin adjusting his body so he can face you easily. "you don't know that. for all we know, he might actually chew on 'em and even worst!" he paused, looking everywhere as if there were some secret hidden.

you instinctively leaned closer. rin whispers to you, "kiyo will shit on your bed while you sleep."

you made a face and pushed a palm to his head. "gross! shut your ass, rin. i'm done with you."

you hear him laugh out loud and saw him clenching his stomach. kiyo flinched and tried to look over at rin's face that is covered by his forearms, meowing as he does so.

in your mind, you were considering how you felt. you felt warm in the presence of rin, like you were safe. you couldn’t deny your heart, it was fluttering so much, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

rin keeps laughing for a while, completely unable to speak, then finally calms down, sighing, his voice low. "i'll be sure to remember that next time i need a laugh," he stated as he begins chuckling again. "thanks for that."

you and rin may not be lovers, but rin won't take this moment of pure happiness for granted. he knows that every moment together with you is special and precious, and he wants to make the most of every one of them.

rin may be cranky and sour at times, but he swore that his love for you would weight more than his annoyances.

even if it meant adjusting for you, and your cat.

@tsunag1, 2023 — NAWWW THIS IS GIVING ME BUTRERLFIES I WANT ME SOME BOYFIE WHO LOVES CATS BCZ JUST FOR YOU EVEN IF THEY HATE EM 😭‼️ aaa also! pls like and reblog my works if you like it! it's helpful for me to grow and is vv much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

#tsunag1! ♡#rin fluff #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk smut #rin smut #blue lock rin itoshi #itoshi brothers #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock

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walrus150915 · 4 months

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Nimona headcanons part 3 bc I'm insane (out of order and disorganized so like- be ready) and bc it's my new year gift for y'all

• Nimona mostly talks like a normal teen but sometimes she'd use words that show her real age. "Sonorous", "vapidity" n stuff like that. Her vocabulary is INSANELY huge

• Ambrosius tries not to swear so he uses a lot of silly replacements instead. "HOLY S- golly!!", "You son of a b- bishop". Like I'm sorry but he's the type of guy to say fricking instead of, yknow, the intended word. Ballister finds it endearing; Nimona finds it stupid

• Yes yes he does replace sex with lovemaking. Yes he purely refers to him and Bal going at it as "making love". Yes he's a fellow like that

• Ballister doesn't drink alcohol. I know that's implied in the movie that he drinks (although I thought he drank, like, soda?? On the other hand he is a wholeass thirty years old man who's seen some shit so I wouldn't be surprised) but idk he strikes me as a type to refuse drinking out of moral code. He doesn't eat pork for the same reasons (pushing my cultural Muslim Ballister agenda)

• Ambrosius drinks only during celebrations or parties. Not much because he's a light drinker😭 one cup and he's already lying on the floor, crying and hyperanalyzing his life

• after Nimona came back Ambrosius was not safe from her jokes. Neither of them despised each other (not after Nimona saved the whole Kingdom and not after Ambrosius proved he really isn't a jerk) but boy does Nimona make fun of him on any given occasion. Ambrosius was taken aback by this at first but then he just got used to it

• Ambrosius is being kinda petty and jealous when Ballister spends more time with Nimona than him ("Although now apparently he's got a new best friend, what's that about?!"), not in a way that'd make it unhealthy ofc but still😭. Him and Ballister were tied to the hip for like the most of their lives and now there's someone ELSE Ballister likes to hang out with? Ugh🙄

• Ambrosius had a diary when he was a teen, he didn't write much there (one or two sentences a day). Once he became an adult he kind of forgot about it but after the whole... Hunting stuff started happening he found himself writing a ton of sentences there again

• when him and Bal started dating Ambrosius had a whole page in that diary filled with "Ambrosius Boldheart" HE'S A GUY LIKE THAT OKAY

• Ambrosius likes to attack Ballister's face with quick little kisses. If he pecked his forehead he must peck his cheeks and nose and eyelids and cheekbones etc etc

• Nimona sometimes speaks in rhymes. She doesn't know how she's doing it but her tongue just does it on its own. ("Let's go dunk on the punk in the trunk")

• Ballister has actually been a year older than everyone in his class, another reason why he was the black sheep™

• Ambrosius can play the flute and the piano due to his noble upbringing he HATES whenever someone brings it up tho

• Nimona and Ballister have those nights where they recall historical facts and situations and Nimona shows her perspective of the things. "The guy claimed to be a war criminal was the biggest sweetheart in the world what are you onnn". Ballister wrecks his brain trying to understand if she's serious or not

• Ballister doesn't get a lot of the jokes, they just fly over his head. Only after some time he starts getting them, like in the middle of the night randomly going "ohhhh that's what she meant"

• first time Ambrosius and Ballister made out Ambrosius threw his hands in the air and said "yayy :D"

• Ballister's haircare routine is better than you think it is he's just casual about it. Yes he uses coconut oil like his life depends on it

• Ambrosius's complexion is leaner but Bal's is broader. So when they exchange clothes it doesn't fit because Bal's shirts are too loose on Ambrosius but also kinda short and Ambrosius's are kinda long but too tight in the shoulders for Bal. They still think it's sweet to swap their clothes sometimes

#this one is kinda short #but still #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #goldenheart #nimona headcanons

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fookingmuffins · 5 months

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James Potter A-Z Fluff Alphabet

Credits to imagineimagineimagine

I saw someone do this as prompts the other day and figured it would be something fun to try to get rid of my writer's block, but I'm gonna just answer something short for each letter. This was supposed to be published on the 31st of october but i forgot so sorry. But lets celebrate that i only need to turn in two more assignments for school and i go on break so yayy.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Physically: They love your lips they constantly just stare at them and he just loves kissing them. At first you would be intimidated when he did this while you guys talked but now you like to tease him about it. He also loves how tiny you are compared to him and how you seem to fit perfectly into his arms.

Mentally: You are stubborn and he just loves it so much he loves that when you set your mind to something you push until you get it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

James Potter absolutely wants a family, the bigger, the better. This could mean kids if you want that, but if not, he's happy with as many dogs and cats as you two could possibly adopt.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

When cuddling, this man will basically get on top of you like if he was a weighted blanket and lay his head on your chest, so you can play with his hair. But he also likes when you do the same and just talk to each other about everything and nothing, or read.

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

James is ready to tight the knot as soon as you guys graduate Hogwarts, but if you don't want the whole wedding deal, he'll still want the two of you to live together as soon as possible. I think he would definitely be the one to want to build a house or renovate one with you and just make every room special.

E = Emotion (Are they open with their emotions? )

I think with you James is pretty open most times but sometimes (and specially at the beginning of the relationship) he doesn't want you to worry and will just shut you out, but if you try to talk to him, he will open up.

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

James claims he was falling in love the moment you guys talked, and you think it's a joke, but it's not. One smile from you and this man was thinking about a whole future with you. (James is delulu like us) But actual completely in love would probably have to be one time when the two of you were talking in the astronomy tower, and he was just watching you ramble about something you are passionate about and just knew there was no way back.

G = Gifts (Giving and receiving gifts)

James loves to buy you anything you could possibly like. Trips to Hogsmeade always leave you with loads of sweets and stuff he saw and reminded him of you, even when you don't go with him. If you are into making any craft or type of art and give hims something you made with your own hands, this man will never shut up about it and all of Hogwarts will know about how talented you are.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

James is an open book most times, but when he has a problem, he doesn't like worrying others and tries to deal with it on his own.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

This man will cause a scene if someone else did it, they are dead and no one can cross him. If you got hurt on your own, he will berate you about being more careful and keep an eye on you for at least a week so that it doesn't happen again. (he will still laugh his little ass off if you trip, tho.)

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

He will definitely get jealous, but not in a toxic way, just in the getting touchy and showing everyone he's your boyfriend kind of way.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

This man is passionate, and he LOVES your lips, so yeah, sometimes get a bit heated. But he loves kissing your head and forehead, probably because it's the closest things to him. He also loves to attack you by taking your face in his hands and kissing you all over.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I think you did. Not cause James didn't know he loved you, but I think even he realized how quick he fell for you and was scared to scare you away, so he tried to hold back as much as possible but when you finally told him he was over the moon. I think you told him in one of those moments when you don't even think, and you just feel it, so strongly it spills out so you momentarily panic, but he immediately got the biggest smile and told you back.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

Obviously, when you agreed to go out with him and the first time, you said I love you. But also the time you helped him and the marauders pull a prank and somehow managed to talk Filch into believing it hadn't been you guy who did it.

N = Nightmare (What are they afraid of?)

James is terrified of losing you. Sure he may seem loud and happy but this man is terrified of you leaving him. One time you were trying to surprise him with tickets to the Quidditch cup, so you were kind of avoiding him and Remus and Sirius had to go looking for you cause this man was a mess thinking you were done with him.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

My man's is veryyyy obvious when he's in love. Maybe when he first started liking you, he was a bit shy and scared. But he quickly grew confident, and he will gladly show everyone how he is so in love with you because he just feels so lucky.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, love and I don't know, but I just feel like he might call you angel. I don't think he ever calls you by your actual name, a nickname is the closes you'll be to that.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He is down for everything he actually wants to spend most of his time hanging out with you (when I tell you this man SUFFERS during the time away from Hogwarts) but he also loves learning about your hobbies and tries to learn them but if he's not good at it, he will still enjoy keeping you company while you do them.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day, you guys usually pull some pranks around the castle with the other marauders. But he also enjoys invading the kitchen elves and attempting to cook something with you until you two are kicked out and banned for almost burning down the kitchen. He enjoys quiet reading time in one of your dorms and dancing to your favorite songs.

S = Support (Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

This man will encourage you to no end, he believes you could do anything. They are constantly cheering you on and helping you study when you have a test. If one day you throw out a random idea about opening a business or something like that, this man will immediately buy anything you need to start said business.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

longer than he would of liked but you were oblivious at first and then skeptical of his true intentions. You truly made him work for it but he doesnt regret it one bit.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He would try his hardest to be the most understanding but he did grow up as a rich spoiled only child and his parents did their best and hes an amazing person for it hes just not always consious that not everyone grew up the same. Or that things outside from his bubble are different. However hes willing to learn and he will never make you feel bad for how you feel and will be there by your side to deal with whatever may come.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

To him the relationship means everything he would risk it all and leave it all behind. He truly envisions a future with you and hes willing to put the work for it.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

I think he would be ready very soon however I want to say he would wait for a littlebit after you two graduated from hogwarts and settled because he wants to give you the best life possible with his effort and not just his parents money. I think he would also be down to travel a little with you before popping the question.

As for how he proposes i think he would plan something big but just the two of you and maybe some of your friends there to help set up. Or maybe something where both of your families and friends are there ( I personally would hate someone other than my SO and I being there but i feel like he would like that sooo)

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

He's affectionate in public and in private this man does not care i feel like touch is one of his love languages but if you are not into PDA he'll understand and try to stick to only hand holding or small lingering touches.

You know the hand flex? Yeah that was James Potter the first time you two touched before you two got together.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

This man is dramatic when he's away from you even if it's just an hour (I feel like James is sometimes dramatic for shits and giggles and then people actually believe him), this man acts like it's been ages and most times someone will have to just call you so he stops mopping around. (One time when school was off it hadn't even been a full day and Euphemia had to come look for you and ask your parents for permission so you could spend a few days with them, so James would stop complaining.) If it's absolutely impossible for one of you to visit the other, the amount of letters that the two of you send each other is insane (think about texting but with letters.) your poor owls deserve better. sksk.

Z = Zen (What makes them feel calm?)

You.

Literally, the thought of just being with you makes James feel calm, he wants the quiet mornings and the late night pillow talks with you. Just whatever life might throw at you two, but if he's by your side, he's confident everything will be alright.

#james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #marauders #fluff alphabet #marauders fic #marauders era

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pairing: jordan li x oc

tw: trauma ! literally sm of it - this ep was just trauma central, also trauma response, mentions of torture, experiments, soldier boy flirting ??, swearing, seizures, mentions of death, morally iffy, murder, manipulation - i think that's it ? lmk if there's more

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: so i'm actually proud of this chapter yayy! it's also officially the longest chapter in the series - second place goes to chapter one. it's insane to me that i took one of the shortest episodes and made it into this beast. also yes i have a crush on soldier boy - i don't support his values, he's the kind of man that would be better if he just sat around and looked pretty. I LOVE jensen ackles tho, that's my man - supernatural is my fave so apologies for that longish scene. hopefully you enjoy! asks are always open and lmk ur thoughts <3

I stood in line right behind Marie as Cate pulled her bare hands away from her temples with an apologetic smile, she only smiled and moved out of the line - allowing me to be in front of Cate now.

“Hey.” I said with a sad twist of my lips, Cate mirrored my expression with her sad puppy dog eyes before raising her hands.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Cate’s soft hands gently encased both sides of my face and I felt my power struggle for a few moments before finally surrendering to hers. The combination of feeling actual skin and raw power was dizzying to my senses.

“Remember the past few days.” Cate utters under her breath and an onslaught of memories makes me even more disorientated… but everything makes sense again. All of the strange pieces that I had been missing had been filled.

“Woah.” I sort of stumble out of the lineup and collapse onto the sofa, rubbing my temples through the leather of my gloves.

“Hey you okay?” Jordan asks as they settle down next to me, I crack open my eyelids and smile weakly at him.

“Yeah, just sort of dizzy. I should be fine in a bit.”

“If you’re sure?”

“Yup, you wouldn’t mind if I leaned on you for a second would you?” A surprised expression overtakes their face which instantly makes me regret even asking the question.

“You know what forget-”

“No, no it’s okay. I was just taken by surprise is all. Go ahead.” I smiled at him before lying my head on their shoulder. The soft material of his jacket caresses my face and a contented sigh leaves my mouth.

“Thank you.” I don’t notice the giddy smile that appears on Jordan’s face as I settle into the comfort.

We watch as Cate gives Emma her memories back and the spinning in my brain starts to slow down. My powers are getting itchy though and after getting everything back, there was no way in hell I would try to take those pills again. An involuntary shudder runs along the length of my body. Fucking Vought.

“Jesus, thanks. I don’t know if I really wanted to remember all that. I have to go see Sam. Also you’re a cunt.” Emma exclaimed before she walked out of the room.

“Ah young love.” I said, making Gemma snort and Jordan chuckle from beside me.

“So what… Shetty made you do this?” Marie asked as she stood up and started to approach Cate. I patted Jordan’s arm lightly before standing up and wobbling slightly on my feet, making Jordan’s hand fly out and grab my forearm.

“Woah you okay?”

“Uh hmm.” I said as I weakly smiled at them, something felt off.

“Cate, look what you’ve done to Vic. You were in our fucking heads. Why the fuck did you do that?” Jordan asked as he made me lean onto them more.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t-” As much as I loved having Jordan be all hot and protective, they really didn’t have to be like that with Cate.

“Woah guys-” I started to say.

“No, Vic. She didn’t have any fucking right to do that. Look at yourself.” I rolled my eyes before I turned back to the blonde. Cate’s eyes were not just bloodshot, her irises were surrounded by pools of blood.

“Guys…” I started to warn everyone in the room, I understood that expression in Cate’s face - it was all too fucking familiar.

“I thought I was help-” Cate started to collapse, her arm extended towards the bar to find some stability.

“Woah, Cate.” Marie reached out towards her but Cate waved her off as she clutched onto the bar. I pulled away from Jordan, ignoring their protests and made my way to Cate.

“Cate, I need you to breathe.” She was staring at Jordan, Marie and Gemma’s faces with slight panic in her eyes. She started hobbling away from them, leaving their faces exasperated before going over to one of the armchairs.

“Cate! Look at me.” I walked over to her place in the chair, crouching down next to her. My slightly harsh tone made her eyeline turn towards me and I smiled gently at her before placing my gloved hands on her face. “It’s okay.”

I heard a quiet discussion happening behind me and turned to see that Marie had left the room in the same direction that Andre had headed out. Gemma and Jordan stood talking and occasionally shooting glances at me - Jordan’s filled with worry and Gemma’s filled with confusion.

“I just- I can’t do it anymore.”

“Can’t do what, Cate?”

“I- I-” My eyes widened when her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she started seizing in front of me. Shit, shit, shit.

“Guys! Help! Help me, please.” Jordan rushed over to me and helped grab Cate. They lowered her down onto the soft carpeting and I watched, helpless, as she continued to convulse. It’s happening all over again. I heard Marie and Andre rush over and kneel down next to Cate.

“What happened?”

“When she pushes too much, it fucks with her head!” Andre exclaimed as he cradled Cate’s head.

“Did any of you learn CPR?”

“Where?”

“At fucking super hero school!”

“VIC! Do that thing you did the other night.” Andre said as he looked up at me with pleading eyes, I felt everyone’s eyes on my panicked face.

“I- I can’t.”

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” Andre yelled, making me jump.

“My powers are on the fritz, Andre! When she gave me my memories back- I don’t know how to fucking explain it. Cate’s too fucking strong!” I yelled back, I felt fucking powerless. My powers weren’t going to cooperate this time, I had a strong fucking feeling that if I touched Cate again - I might kill her.

“You did it before!”

“I’ll kill her! I can’t control my powers and I haven’t taken-” My mouth snaps shut before I can finish my sentence. My brain brings back a memory from when my dad first handed me the pills - it’s blurry but it’s there.

“Vicky, you’re going to need to take these now.”

“Why?”

“You want to make your daddy proud right?” I nod quickly and a smirk encases his face.

“Never tell anyone about these though, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh my darling girl.”

My body snaps back into reality when Jordan gently shakes my shoulder. I focus on Marie holding her hands in front of Cate with a look of pure concentration on her face.

“Are you okay?” Gemma whispers from beside me.

“Uh yeah. Sorry about that.”

Cate, thank god, stops convulsing. I slip my hand into one of her still ones and Andre leans over her to see if she’s still breathing.

“She’s breathing!” I let out a sigh of relief the same moment basically everyone else does.

“When is she going to wake up?” Jordan stutters out and I lean my head on their shoulder as a hand comes to circle around my own shoulders. Their hand traces circles on my clothed collarbone and the world slows down.

I catch Andre’s eyes from across from me and he is about to open his mouth to hopefully apologize but I just shake my head and start standing up. Jordan realizes what I’m trying to do and pulls their hand away from my shoulder and instead encases my gloved one.

Andre ends up carefully moving Cate’s still, almost too still, body to one of the couches. We watch anxiously as she just lies there.

“Can you hear us? Cate, can you hear us?” Maire asks pleadingly. This was getting to be too much. My empty hand tightens in an effort to ground myself. Fuck.

“Has she ever pushed this much before?” Jordan asks as he squeezes my hand, their obviously worried tone bleeds into his words.

“Who cares? This is what she gets for mind-raping her friends.” My jaw drops as I turn my head to look at Andre.

“What the actual fuck, Andre?” I don’t recognize my friend at all, I understood his anger but this was to a fucking extreme. Right as Andre is about to respond, Cate’s eyes fly open and she disappears with a pop. What the fuck?

“We all saw that, right?” I ask into the now dead silent room.

“I mean I’m pretty high right now, but I think so.” I looked up to see that Dusty had joined our little vigil.

“Hey Dusty.”

“Vic! This is probably the most I’ve seen you in ages.”

“Yeah.”

“Anyways, does anyone know where she went?” Gemma’s voice echoed through the room.

“Uh-” I look back at Dusty who now has his back turned and is looking at the bricks of the house floating away? Huh.

“What the-” Marie starts to ask as the group starts making its way over to Dusty. Of course, Marie starts to venture out first into the forest.

“Right yup let’s just walk through the creepy floating hole.” I add sarcastically but following after her anyways. Jordan let go of my hand but still walked next to me. I found that I actually missed the warmth that their hand had been emanating. God I’m really gone for them, aren’t I?

Sunshine streams through the leaves and gives the whole forest an actually pleasant atmosphere. I twirl around with a confused look etched on my face, before focusing back on the way we came in… only to find Dusty’s house completely gone.

“Ok… this is really fucking weird.” I say as I run a hand through my hair.

“Maybe Cate’s more powerful than we thought.” I turn towards Marie and make a sound assent before walking over to Gemma.

“You okay Gemma? I know this is probably fucking insane and I’m so sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Whoa no, it’s totally fine. I volunteered to help okay? Don’t worry yourself about it.”

“If you’re sure…”

“100 percent.” After my little check in with her I turn back to the group, only to see Andre stomping off into the woods. How much more of an idiot can this man be?

“Andre! Andre, stop! We don’t know where the fuck we are, you can’t just go off into the bloody woods.” I exclaim as I try to catch up with Andre, everyone following after me. I could hear the crackling of the leaves under my boots and the sound of thunder made my nerves jump. Strangely I couldn’t feel my powers, I brought my hand towards my face and realized that my skin wasn’t itching like normal.

What the fuck was going on?

“Caleb? Caleb!” I furrowed my eyebrows and hid behind a random tree along with Andre and the rest of the group.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I looked into the clearing, a woman and a policeman stood arguing in the middle of the fallen leaves.

“Caleb… Caleb is Cate’s brother’s name.” Andre utters and my eyes widen. This wasn’t real. We were in a fucking memory.

“Mommy? Mommy!”

“Holy shit! This is a memory.” Marie utters from beside me and I let out a deep breath before sharing worried glances with Jordan. This was bad.

“I don’t feel safe with her.”

My head snaps back to the scene and realization tickles my brain. So many people in my life had said those exact same words to my face. It didn’t matter that my dad was famous, he was the one who uttered those words for the first time. That phrase has followed me throughout my life. I closed my eyes, hard. Trying to keep the tears at bay as the memory continued to play in front of me.

“Hey!” Fuck! I jumped and swiveled my head around to see… Soldier Boy?

“What are you greasy sack of fuck nuts doing here? Not you, sweetheart.” He looked over at me when uttering the last sentence and sent me a wink, making my jaw drop as Jordan stiffened next to me.

“Soldier Boy?”

“What the fuck?”

“What are you doing in here?” Marie asked as I was just getting over the fact that Soldier Boy winked at me. Okay Vic stop, your childhood crush is showing.

“Uh hi?” I stuttered out and Jordan swiveled to look at me. I could feel their incredulous expression.

“Hi sweetheart. Anyways, to answer your previous question, I’m Cate’s imaginary friend when she was a kid. Boyfriend, really. I taught her how to jerk off…”

The next barrage of words that left Soldier Boy’s mouth left my jaw dropped and an horribly vivid image in my head. Not that I don’t love Cate but UGH.

“It was pretty romantic.”

“Hell yeah brother.” Dusty said as he held up his fist, making me slap his shoulder. “Hey!”

“You fucking deserved that.” Soldier Boy said as he smirked in my direction and I felt a blush start to creep up my neck. Nope, no. He’s not even real. That’s when I felt an arm encircle my waist and pull me into solid warmth. Jordan.

I spied a look up at them and he had a murderous look in their eyes directed at Soldier Boy. Oh. Oh my God. Jordan was jealous. A smile appeared on my face as I focused back on the man standing in front of us.

“I- I’m pretty sure she didn’t like Jonas Brothers, that's all.” I lean around Jordan to look at Andre with a confused expression on my face.

“Dude how is this relevant?” I asked.

“I know you. You’re Cate’s newest little fuckboy. She really loves you… but not to worry - boys come and go but she’ll always come back for some… pillow talk. Which you’re welcome to join anytime.” Soldier Boy said as he winked at me again. Jordan’s hand tightened and an incredulous giggle left my mouth.

“Oh fuck off. You’re literally a Russian agent, you fuck.”

“Andre. Bigger shit going on right now.” Marie said.

“Exactly!”

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Soldier Boy asked as he looked at us with a calculating expression on his face.

“You were supposedly radicalized by the Russians.” Jordan said in response, their tone was laced with jealous venom.

“Fuck you. I’m not a godless, dickless, fuckwad of a commie. I’m red-blooded. The American kind. Red-white-and-blue red. I can fart “The Star-Spangled Banner.” The last sentence made my nose scrunch up, god I had forgotten how old this man actually was.

“You’re a fucking weirdo, dude.” Andre said, literally the one sentence that he had uttered tonight that actually had some merit.

“Knock, Knock. Who’s there? Go fuck your face.” An incredulous snort left my mouth and I raised a gloved hand to stifle my giggles.

“Ok! Ok! Let’s get back to the point.”

“Yeah, why the fuck are we here?” Gemma asked from where she was leaning on the tree.

“How should I know? Cate wants you in here for some fucking reason but if you don’t figure that out soon you’ll be stuck in here.”

“What?” We all simultaneously exclaim, this situation was getting worse by the fucking minute.

“That wasn’t all that thunder and lightning bullshit.” Soldier Boy adds as the sky flashes gold, making me gulp. “It’s one of Cate’s blood vessels bursting. So if you don’t get out of here before Cate turns into a vegetable then you will all become one with her.”

“Shit!”

“Exactly, so if you want to live, the single most important thing to remember is-” Soldier Boy was interrupted when he was blasted into a pile of black ash when one of those gold lightning rods hit him. Oh shit.

“Oh my god, Soldier Boy is dead.”

“If that’s what happens to her imaginary boyfriend… what will happen to us?” Jordan asks with concern as they start tracing shapes on my arm, not that I was complaining. Touch was something I fucking missed - in any form.

“We should probably go.” I say as my voice strains and shock runs through my spine. Mutters of assent come from the group and we start heading away from the clearing as Jordan pulls me alongside them with his hand clutching mine.

“That guy was a fucking dick right?”

“Only to you, Andre.” I said while rolling my eyes and scoffing.

“Well he was flirting up a fucking storm with you so I can clearly see why you’re disagreeing with me.”

“God will you shut up?” Jordan exclaimed towards Andre, who made a choked sound and looked at Jordan with a bewildered look on his face.

“Everything okay?” I ask as we continue to trek through the leaves and broken branches.

“Just didn’t like how Soldier Boy was talking to you.”

“Hmm really? I thought we weren’t going to make this a ‘thing’.” I uttered with a teasing undertone, a smirk already making its way to my face as I squeezed Jordan’s hand.

“We are having a long talk about that later.”

“Oh really?”

“Hmm.” My laughter fills the space and out of the corner of my eye I can see Jordan’s smile grow.

My everything hurts. It felt like we had been walking for hours, which was weird because we literally were in Cate’s brain. I was somehow able not to lag behind because Jordan was basically pulling me by the hand at this point. Hey don’t blame the supe stamina! Blame my stupid fucking boots.

I kick another branch out of my way before taking a deep breath and soldiering on (putting a bit more energy into the whole situation, not letting go of Jordan’s hand).

“What if Cate is dying in the real world?”

“Like you even care.” I quipped in response to Andre’s question.

“Woah, what gave you that idea?”

“Dude have you been around yourself at all today?”

“OKAY! And I thought Jordan and I had been bad.” Marie intervened, as she tried to mediate whatever fight Andre and I were in. I remembered that even as kids when one of us got mad at the other person we would either explode in large fucking rages or ignore each other for weeks on end.

“God could you bitches slow the fuck down?” I heard Dusty mutter from behind us, making me look back at the brunette who was breathing loudly and leaning against a tree. I chuckle and turn back around only to be greeted by the sight of Cate sitting in some sort of floating window surrounded by wooden panels.

Everyone watched on as the memory with Dean Shetty played out. The memory almost felt like something that could have - and sort of did happen to me. The amount of manipulation that Shetty was able to exercise just because of how horrible Cate’s parents were made my heart ache. My hands clenched harder and harder with the contained anger I was trying to suppress.

A gasp left my mouth when Shetty presented Cate with the flask of pills. They reminded me so much of my own little neon atrocities. Something in my head itched, but it wasn’t my powers. Weird.

The memory suddenly ended and I looked around to find that we were standing in one of God U’s classrooms. A place I had been in just a few days ago.

“I haven’t been in a classroom in years.” I heard Dusty utter as I pulled out one of the wheeled chairs and sat down in between Jordan and Gemma.

I stretch out my fingers in my gloves as I try to pay attention to the scene that was happening in front of me. Luke looked so… alive. It was sort of creepy.

“All the way to the top.” That was when I heard Andre stand up and exhale loudly.

“We- we should leave. I- I can’t be around here.”

“I miss you, man.” Luke’s voice makes us all freeze, I watch as Andre turns around and looks at Luke in pure happiness.

“I-I miss you too. So fucking much.”

“But… you know what? I don’t fucking believe you. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Andre’s face falls and he takes a step back, I feel my eyebrows furrow and suddenly all the screens in the classroom turn on.

“Andre…”

Each screen begins to show Andre and Cate’s biggest hits. I feel my jaw drop for probably the millionth time today. Andre what the fuck have you done? You don’t sleep with your best friend’s girlfriend. Oh my god, we were so doomed. I start peeling off my gloves as the videos click off and Luke turns back to face us.

“How many times?”

“Uh- I-”

“How many fucking times?” Luke repeats but this time with a much angrier tone. I take off the last of the leather and neatly stack my gloves on top of each other. Gemma turns towards me and looks down at my bare hands and then back up to my face. I just give her a shrug and she nods slightly.

“Andre, you can’t be fucking serious. Was that real?”

“She didn’t make you do it, did she?” Luke asks as Andre just holds a hand up towards Jordan who is now stalking towards him. I pull myself up from my own seat and the cold of the metal almost makes me jump. Jesus my senses were going insane without my gloves on.

“You wanted to do it. All behind my back.”

“I’m-I’m sorry.” Andre stuttered out, making a scoff leave my mouth as I put my ungloved hand on Jordan’s shoulder. They turn towards me and he raises his eyebrows at my hand. I shake my head before pointing to Luke, who is very much starting to flame out.

“Woah, woah, out of my way cunts!” Dusty screams as he flys out of his chair and towards the door. Luke doesn’t hesitate to send a ball of fire towards him which makes him explode in a bloody cloud.

“Oh God, Dusty!” I yell as I push past Jordan as I extend my hand towards Luke’s uncovered face but I realize my mistake when I hear Jordan’s voice.

“I- I can’t switch.” My eyes widen, panic fills my body and then I feel something pull me away from Luke. I turned to Gemma who was now holding my very bare hand in hers. We both look up at each other in surprise.

“Guys! Run, we have to fucking run.” I don’t even venture a glance back towards Luke or my gloves before I start sprinting after Marie. We run through different hallways until we’re suddenly in Brink’s office.

“Fucking hell. Do you think we’re safe now?” I ask as I lean against the TA desk.

“I hope so.” Jordan answers as they turn towards me and smile. I smile giddily back. I can actually touch things holy shit!

“Seriously, Andre? You’re that guy?”

“Hey look, you don’t think I feel like a piece of shit?” Jordan and I both scoff at the same time before I start inching my pinkie towards theirs. “I loved her.”

“Are we just not going to talk about Dusty?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Andre’s stupid issues.

My attention is drawn away as loud shouting echoes through the closed wooden doors. It was Luke and Brink. I moved away from the desk and followed Jordan as they made their way to the doors. The voices became clearer and almost angrier. I felt a force hit my right shoulder as something barrelled between Jordan and I.

“Hey!” Jordan exclaimed and I was about to voice a similar sentiment when I noticed that it was literally Jordan who had bumped into us. Well, memory Jordan not actual Jordan?

“Oh? Ok.”

“Is Cate in there?” Marie asked as I saw Jordan’s face slowly morph into one of panic.

“No, no this isn’t her memory. It’s mine.”

“How? How the fuck would that happen?” Andre asked as he turned towards us. I just put my hand on Jordan’s shoulder and tried to call them down. He looked devastated.

I turned to look as memory Jordan opened the doors and we followed behind them. Brink was standing in front of a furious looking Luke, holding a syringe in his hand. Oh shit. It felt like the events of the memory played out in slow motion.

I watched as memory Jordan picked up some kind of canister and put it over Luke’s face, making him collapse. A moment later a response team brought in a stretcher and quickly got Luke out of the office.

“What do I always say, huh? Being a hero, it’s not about the glory, it’s about the…”

“Sacrifice.” Jordan muttered and a strange tension appeared in the back of my brain. I had heard that before. Somewhere.

The conversation continued and a little part of my heart broke. Being in the supe business was to be manipulated but this… fucking hell Cate and Jordan deserved better. I watch as Jordan’s face contorts through multiple levels of pain and sadness. I hesitantly put a hand on their shoulder and they put their hand over mine.

“So you knew! You knew Golden Boy attacked Brink before.” Marie said, almost yelling. We both turned to look at her and I was about to open my mouth to defend them when Jordan’s voice cut me off.

“I didn’t- I didn’t know what all that meant.”

“Of course you did.” Out of the periphery of my eye I saw Jordan’s eyes start to well in tears, they moved away from my touch and instead let out a sigh.

“He said he was juicing Golden Boy!”

“And you just believed him.”

“What would you have done?”

“Something, Jordan!” Andre screamed out and I felt my nerves harden.

“Oh like you’re just the perfect saint Andre. Just fucking imagine yourself in someone else’s shoes for a single second.” I exclaimed, sending Andre a harsh glare.

“We could have stopped everything right here.” Memory Jordan’s voice resonated off the now almost completely silent room. I felt fucking helpless. Again. It seemed like a recurring thing today.

“You’re a coward. And you always will be.” I saw tears form in memory Jordan’s eyes which finally caused me to move. I walked up to them and leaned down next to Jordan.

“What do you need?” I asked quietly, almost hesitating to break the silence of the room. Jordan basically lunged at me and I put my arms around them. Clenching my eyes shut I moved a hand up to their hair and started to massage his scalp. Supposedly it was something that was meant to help calm people down. I had never done it or had it done to me so I was going off of pure instinct here.

“Oh shit.” Marie blurted out and I opened my eyes to a hallway lined with doors… and a mural of the woods. Fuck. It all felt a little too familiar.

“Hey Jordan.”

“Hmm, oh.” Jordan left my embrace and looked around the new location, slightly trying to avoid Andre, Marie and Gemma’s eyes.

“This is The fucking Woods.” I stuttered out as I started to massage the inside of my wrists.

“What I don’t get is how we saw my memory, not Cate’s.” Jordan said as we stopped marveling at our surroundings. “It’s like all of our collective shit is blending together.”

“That means bad things for us.” Gemma added as she leaned against the hellish mural. God that thing gave me the creeps. Those little beady eyes seemed to be following my every move.

“How about we talk about your shit, Jordan?”

“Yeah!”

“Marie, Andre, come on!” I exclaimed as the tingle in my head resurfaced. Something was really wrong.

“No, I-I’m sorry okay? I bought into all of Brink’s bullshit and propaganda. I didn’t want to see the fact that he was just like Shetty. Fuck this place! Come on, Vic.” Jordan pulled out one of their hands from their pocket and encased mine before starting to walk down the hallway.

“I’m going to make it right… for Luke.”

“Ow, fuck!” I exclaimed as a sharp pain went through my body. It felt like my brain was being smashed against a cement wall over and over again.

“Vic!” Everyone shouted as everything became blurry. I turned around and looked through the open doorway. And suddenly things started to flood in. I knew these rooms. I knew the fucking mural.

“I-I’m fine. Just a small headache is all?”

“You sure?” I nodded stiffly and turned to look back into the room.

In the room, laying side by side were Luke and Sam. Both hooked up to some kind of machine. As Marie, Gemma and Andre joined us they each let out a gasp.

“What the fuck is going on? What are you fucking doing to me?” Luke yelled out as he sat up instantaneously.

“Hurry.”

“Sam! Sam!”

“Luke! Sam! Fucking stop. Open this door. Open the fucking door.” A familiar voice screamed out, muffled slightly by something. Slipping away from the group I walked over to the only other open door in the hallway.

Peering into the room a scream tore through my body. Lying, tied down like a lamb to the slaughter was me. A fucking muzzle like the one worn by Hannibal Lecter was encasing the lower half of my face.

My natural brunette locks lay messily around memory me as she thrashed and screamed. The first person to reach me was Jordan. I stood frozen with a horrified expression on my face, no longer breathing.

I could distantly feel Jordan shaking my shoulders, the rest of the group soon joining him. But I felt like I wasn’t in my body anymore.

Memories seemed to corrode my very sense of self. Snippets of previous conversations, standing in the middle of a sea of dead people, my dad yelling in my face… all of the fucking experiments.

The only thing that actually seemed to bring me back to my body was the sound of Dean Shetty’s voice ringing like nails on a chalkboard through my brain.

“Oh my God, Cate, please go shut her up!”

“But-”

“It’s probably what’s making Luke worse. Please.”

“Yeah uh okay.”

I watched as the blonde made her way into my grimy little cell and carefully placed just her fingertips to my forehead. Memory me seemed like she was trying to bite Cate but the fucking muzzle stopped her. I-I didn’t feel like that person but she was me. I was her.

“You are going to forget about Luke and Sam. You are going to forget the torture. Please forget.” Cate said the last two sentences in a much lower voice, making memory me’s face instantly calm and Cate made her way out of the cell.

“Vic? Victoria? Are you okay?”

“Andre! What the fuck kind of question is that?” Jordan screamed at Andre before turning to me. They let out a sigh of relief when he realized I was kind of back.

“Vic?”

“Yeah Jordan.”

“What do you need from me?”

“A hug would be nice.”

“Of course, darling. Come here.” I weakly smile and put my arms around them, letting my face (which was still somehow devoid of tears) burrow into the soft fabric of their shirt.

“Victoriaaaa. Vickyyy. Viccc.” I hear the sound of my name coming out of my own mouth, well memory me - who no longer had a muzzle muffling her words. I take a deep breath, inhaling Jordan’s calming scent before pushing myself up and walking into the cell.

“You called?”

“I’m actually surprised you didn’t totally break. I mean look at me, we are cuckoo crazyyy.”

“Victoria, we are not.”

“Oh really? I thought you saw my little exchange with your dearest friend Catey.”

“Victoria…”

“Aww you care about the little supe don’t you? Even after you realize everything that she did to you.”

“She had her reasons…”

“Did you ever even think about the fucking time gaps in your memory? You’ve been in this damn cell for months now. Dearest dad put you in here and left you to fucking die.”

“And yet here I am.”

“Yes, there you are. Still sucking up to the fucks that run the school. You are stronger than you think you are, Victoria.”

“I-”

“No more time to talk. Need to go burrow back into your subconscious. I really wouldn’t want us to die.”

“Us?”

“You and me, are the same person but…” Before the girl could speak anymore the room dissolved into an office space and everyone was left to stand in front of Shetty and Brink.

“Vic, if you-” Marie started to say before I turned to look at her.

“Look can we just not talk about it? Shit happened. It’s in the past. We move on.”

“Victoria…”

“God, Andre no. I don’t want to hear from you right now.” I exclaim before I feel a strong weight around my shoulders. It’s lighter than Jordan… it was Gemma.

“Hey.”

“Hey. I’m really fucking sorry.”

“Same, my dad is worse than I thought.” I say as I let out a deprecating chuckle. Fuck me.

“Vic…”

“Yeah I know.” I feel Gemma’s weight disappear before I’m pulled into Jordan’s side. Their arm feels safe. They just feel safe.

During my tiny spiral I didn’t realize that the memory had ended and now we were standing in front of a white door. We weren’t even standing in the office anymore… instead I felt myself being slightly dragged towards the door.

“Wait, we can’t- I know this place.”

“Marie…” She opens the door and we are suddenly greeted with a murder scene. Marie’s parents. Shit.

I zone out once again, everything feels so numb. Like the world is sort of foggy. I watch distantly as Marie talks to her sister and then randomly starts screaming at Cate? God, smarten the fuck up Victoria. No time for your little breakdowns right now.

The next thing I know we’re back in Cate’s childhood bedroom and I’m staring right at her. Her eyes are red from crying and her hair is kind of a mess.

“You shouldn’t be here!”

“But we are. We’ve been trying to wake you up.” Marie says, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible. Jordan still has their arm around me and I cuddled into his side.

“Look, you can all go now, I’ll let you wake up.”

“Come on, Cate. Let’s all just wake up and get the fuck out of here.” Jordan said with a hurried tone.

“Yeah, Cate. Come on. We can go binge a bunch of Soldier Boy movies if you want?” I finally manage to say in a low voice.

“I’ll join!” Gemma adds.

“Fucking hell, Vic how are you still nice to me after everything you know?”

“Cate, it’s fine. I forgive you okay? I. forgive. you. We’re all a little fucked up okay? You’ve shown us that.” I sent her a strained smile as energy seemed to be zapped from my very soul. I slightly lose my footing, and instead try to hold onto Jordan’s arm for balance.

“I don’t want to wake up.” My heart dropped, the first tear of the night finally slipped from my eyes and I quickly wiped it away. The fog was starting to leave the sides of my eyes.

“No. Fuck that. Cate, you don’t get to be selfish here. It doesn’t fucking matter what you want.”

“Andre… I’m sorry.”

“You don’t get to be sorry, it doesn’t cut it. Do you think you can just stay here and forget all your fucking problems? Fucking Victoria just figured out her entire life has basically been a lie. So, fuck you.”

“Andre… don’t you dare use my problems to state your fucking point but other than that I agree. Cate you have to come with us. We’re in this together.” My voice started out with a passionate amount of anger before it mellowed into something softer.

“You fucking burrowed into my brain. You manipulated all of us. And- and I know you had your reasons and I wish you had done something different. Because I fucking love you and I wish I didn’t but I do, even if I won’t trust you ever again. You have a choice now, you finally have a fucking choice. So wake the fuck up.”

A moment later I feel myself on the carpet, my gloves are back on my hands and the itchy feeling is back. It’s almost welcoming. Then it all comes flooding back. God my entire fucking life. I bring my hand up to feel the skin of my lower face. It’s almost like I could feel the fucking muzzle still on me.

I push myself off the floor and look around at the face’s of my friends. I actually had friends now, no wonder I never had them before - being basically stuck in a torture chamber for months on end. I watch as Cate looks at Andre, completely defeated by his anger. I turn to look at Jordan and find them already looking at me. They smile weakly and I answer back with a pained expression before a few tears start falling from my eyes. Fuck.

“Vic, come-” I walk over to him and just hug them as sobs start ripping through my vocal cords. I feel them shift and let out a weak chuckle before looking up at her joyous expression.

“We’re back.” Everyone lets out a collective gasp of relief as I try to pull away from Jordan, only for them to pull me into a one sided hug. I’m careful not to touch any of their exposed skin… the one good thing about that whole dream situation was that I could actually touch her.

A moment later, the door bursts open and Emma walks in with Sam in tow.

“Oh thank God you guys are still here.”

“Holy shit you actually found him.” A memory seems to resurface the moment Sam’s eyes meet mine.

“Ok favorite movie?” I ask through the little crack in the wall. I huddled against the cold tile and slightly moved the chains around my hands.

“Waterworld.”

“Huh? Really? Never watched it.”

“WHAT? We need to.”

“Great, definitely scheduling a movie night soon.”

“You bet your ass.”

“Oh, we should invite Luke.”

“He’ll probably just want to watch Star Wars.”

“I mean can you blame him? It’s one of the best movie franchises out there.”

“Ok fine, Vics. I agree with you.”

“Yes I finally did it, Sammy. You owe me 10 dollars.”

“What!”

I’m brought back to reality only to find multiple people trying to hold Sam back from getting to Cate. My eyes widened and I was almost tempted to jump into the fray when I remembered our secret signal.

“Sammy, white rabbit.” He instantly stopped struggling and turned towards me with an awed expression on his face.

“Vics.”

“Sammy.” He rushes towards me as shouts echo from the group but instantly stop when he engulfs me in a hug.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too. God you look so fucking old.” I said as I pulled away from him and got a good look at his features.

“That’s what happens with time. So you remember now?”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“Fuck, Vics. I’m sorry.”

“Hey I’m sorry about Luke. You know you two were like brothers to me.”

“Wait- you’re? Huh?” Emma’s expression morphed through different stages of confusion.

“Oh right we should probably catch you up Emma. Well I just kind of found out that I was down there. The Woods with Sam… and Luke.”

“You mean that- how did you not remem- Oh Cate…”

“Yup.”

“Jesus, I’m sorry.” I shrug as everyone starts to gather around a nervous looking Cate.

“Look, I know that you might never trust me again but I want to try.” Cate said as Sam continued to look at her with a murderous expression on his face.

“We know that so why don’t you start by telling us what The Woods is?” Marie asked with a reassuring smile on her face.

“They were using Sam to augment Luke’s powers and Vic too. Actually I’m not entirely sure why you were in there in the first place.” Cate said as she swiveled over to me. “They were doing all kinds of weird stuff to them.”

“Not just us. There are other kids down there as well.” Sam added.

“Wait, so what were they doing to you down there?”

“Bad shit.” I said at the same time as Sam.

“Shetty hates us.” Sam added.

“She was directing it all.” Cate said, agreeing with Sam.

“So she has to be the answer. Remember, there is no going back if we do this.” Marie said, with a slightly ominous tone lacing her voice.

“I don’t have much else to lose.” I say cheerily, making Cate cringe back and Jordan look over at me again. This time with a pretty concerned look on their face.

“I saw we do this thing. They need to pay.”

so... yeah. hopefully u enjoyed that little insight into vic's past. if you've seen my post about her powers lowkey being sentient - that's who was kind of talking to her - like it's her but it's not? ANYWAYS that was really fun to write for some reason, I got a bunch of inspo yesterday. lmk if u want to be added to the taglist and hopefully everything is still pretty canon compliant and makes sense lol.

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