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mingigoo · 11 months

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hi sie!! i'm happy to see that your requests are open and would like to request something myself c: 1. seonghwa 2. roommate au 3. prompts 11 and 17 4. with spice please 🙏 thanks so much! i rly appreciate you and your writing even if you can't get to this 💕

I hope you like this!!! really enjoyed writing this one :)

— sleep-talker || p.sh (m.)

“You know you sleep talk?”

“Stop looking at me like that.

🌊pairing ⇢ (fem) reader x roommate! Seonghwa

🌊 summary ⇢ when you and your friends decide on a trip to the beach for spring break, you get stuck rooming with the man you "hate" the most. The line between love and hate is as thin as ice, and you were about to break it.

🌊 genre/au ⇢ roommates au, vacation au, one bed trope, forced proximity au, smut

🌊 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, wet dreams, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, PDA, "enemies" to lovers, one-bed trope, teasing, jealousy, intense tension like holy hell

🌊 word count ⇢ 10.2k words

🌊 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts (please let me know if I forgot you!)

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“Are you for real right now?”

Spring break. A time for rest, relaxation, and lots and lots of sex.

And now, your plans of being a whore for the vacation were ruined.

“Yes, y/n. I can't afford another room just for you to have to yourself,” Hongjoong, your older brother, mumbled as he stuffed the last bit of clothes into his luggage. “You’ll have to room with Seonghwa. San and Wooyoung already called each other.”

He zipped up his suitcase and stood up to leave, but he couldn't get off that easily. “Please, Joong. I’ll do anything. Cant I just room with you and Mingi?” he hastily made his way out of his room and into the living room, trying his hardest to get away from you. “I’ll sleep on the floor. No blanket, just the floor. Please.”

He turned to face you, a confused expression on his face. “Why are you so adamant about not staying with Hwa? What did he ever do to you?” he asked you, genuinely curious. The truth is, he did nothing to you personally. Maybe that was why you hated him, because god, if he gave you the time of day, you would pounce on him like a cat in heat.

You groaned, running a hand through your messy, unwashed hair. “Because he’s a dumb ass jerk that gets everything he wants.”

Hongjoong laughed at you and turned away. “It's only a week, y/n. He’ll probably spend most of his time in our room, anyway. Just bring a book to read or something to distract yourself.”

As if reading is the thing you'll be focused on if you were in a room with him. Oh Nah, you'll be wishing he’d walk around shirtless and hoping he somehow takes a shower and walks out with nothing on—

“I hope you're packed and ready….” Joong trailed off as he looked at your messy exterior, and stifled a laugh. “And if you're thinking of getting laid, you might want to shower.”

You slapped him on the shoulder, having no drive to shower. You'll get one when you get there. It's not like you were that stinky.

“Shut up, dickhead.”

You stood on the sidewalk of your apartment building, Hongjoong’s little yellow Geo Tracker sitting there lookin’ all cute. However, the tiny thing only had five seats.

There were six of you.

“Welp looks like I can't go! What a shame, what a shame,” you sarcastically yelled out, tossing your hands in the air exasperatedly. “Have fun without me!”

“Shut your mouth, will you?” Hongjoong groaned, tossing your luggage into the “trunk” or whatever it was. “It's only a ride to the airport. You can sit on someone’s lap for ten minutes.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why am I the one that has to do that? Wooyoung is like the size of my arm. He can do it.”

Joong shut the trunk with force at your comment, totally disregarding you. “Hop in,” he said. “Enjoy shotgun while you have the chance.”

You got in reluctantly, even though you were very excited about the beach itself. Your excitement was short-lived as you approached the devil’s lair.

“Stay here, I’ll go help them,” Hongjoong mumbled, pushing his sunglasses up on his forehead as he put the car in park.

You nodded, your arms crossed over your chest. You didn't mind the rest of the group— San and Wooyoung always knew how to make you laugh, and Mingi was absolutely eye candy. You wouldn't mind sitting on his lap on the way to the airport.

Just as you got comfortable with your head resting against the window, the door abruptly opened, causing you to nearly fall out of the vehicle. “For fuck’s sake, who the hell—” your words got caught in your throat as you met eyes with Park fucking Seonghwa. “Oh, it's you…”

He stood there, his thin torso draped in a sheer white top and his long, lean legs covered in a pair of black pants. You swallowed your drool like a schoolgirl, making sure he never knows how you think of him.

“What?” you raised your eyebrow, not moving an inch and not even reaching to unplug your seatbelt. “This seat’s taken, buddy.”

He snickered, his lips mockingly curled up in a sneer. “Oh, aren't you a sweetheart? Now move, I called shotgun.”

“Well, I did first.”

“No, you didn't.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No.”

“Yes—”

“Neither of you are getting shotgun,” your brother laughed from behind Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung giggling like the goofs they are next to him. You still didn't move, even as Joong approached and unbuckled your seatbelt for you. “Y/N, please help me out here.”

You debated on throwing a fit, but knowing that it would just cause more problems, you sighed and pushed yourself out of the front seat. Now standing on the curb of the sidewalk right in front of Seonghwa, you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. His gaze was intense—it made you envision what it would be like in bed, looking down at him from above, and how his eyebrows would knit together in pleasure. God, you needed to get laid this vacation, or you were going to be suffering from delusions.

Without warning, Mingi pushed through both of you, interrupting your staring contest.

“We better go, I don't want to listen to their bickering any longer,” the tall boy huffed as he plopped himself in the front seat, a proud smile resting on his lips.

San sat in the backseat on the right, Wooyoung next to him in the middle. That left either you or seonghwa to fight to the death for that last seat, but you knew how this was going to end.

And it wasn't going to end well.

—

“You comfortable, y/n?” your brother called from the driver’s seat, looking back at you through the rearview mirror.

You frowned so deeply you could've sworn your face was permanently stuck like that.

There you were, in the back of the car, in the most uncomfortable seat ever. Seonghwa groaned underneath you, his bony body not offering you any wiggle room. You didn't answer your brother, you were certain your expression was enough of a response.

You adjusted yourself on Seonghwa’s lap, looking out the window for any distraction. As you moved, you felt him move his hips, and you had to shut away your filthy thoughts about him as soon as they came. Between his movements and his groans, your stomach was knotting in something more than butterflies.

The car was filled with conversation, however, you and Seonghwa remained quiet and in your own little worlds. As the others bantered, you pushed yourself up further on his lap, grimacing as you heard him let out a grunt in your ear.

And then when his hands gripped onto your bare thighs, you were the one to gasp.

“Stop moving,” he whispered in your ear with haste, almost like a sneer. You kept your vision forward as his breath danced in your ear. “It hurts.”

You swallowed hard. “Oh? Is your little dick that sensitive?” you whispered back, smirking. You moved again, this time on purpose, feeling his bulge through his pants. You kept your cool, ignoring his shaky breaths from behind you. “Are you that happy to see me, Hwa?”

“Shut your mouth or you won’t see the sunrise,” he hissed, but his voice was weak.

The ten-minute ride felt like an eternity as he breathed underneath you, your mind constantly thinking about how hard he was getting underneath you and how sweet it would be to turn around and face him to see his reaction to you.

You looked to your right, seeing Wooyoung with a knowing smile on his face. “What?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, grinning. “Nothing, nothing,” he said, letting out a giggle. “Just that you both seem…cozy.”

You slapped him on the shoulder, your movements causing Seonghwa to wiggle underneath you.

“Dammit, Y/N I told you to stop moving,” he seethed, his grip on your thigh tightening. Hongjoong looked back through the mirror, worry in his expression.

“Everything okay?” he asked, meeting your eyes before focusing on the road once again. “We’re almost there, only about a minute or two.”

“Ten-minute ride my ass,” you mumbled, and as you entered the Airport, you should've known that there were going to be speed bumps on the way in….

The shitty old car hopped over the bump, feeling like it hit a huge boulder. You bounced up, not held by any seatbelt, landing hard, right on Seonghwa’s family jewels.

“Fuck,” he cried, tossing his head back against the headrest. Your hands were now holding onto his legs for dear life.

“Joong, will you slow down for those things? Some of us are suffering back here,” you said, to which seonghwa started laughing.

“You're telling me.” he scoffed.

“Okay okay, I just have to park. I have no idea how this works….where the hell is the long-term parking—”

“Probably over there,” Mingi pointed in the opposite direction.

“No, no, I think it’s—”

“I can't take this anymore!” you cried out, leaning forward to assist Hongjoong since Mingi isn't helping. “There's a huge sign in front of us. How can you miss that? It spells it out, dammit.” you huffed, throwing yourself back into your “seat.” This time, he didn't let out a single groan, probably just as fed up with you as you were with him.

Finally, Hongjoong found the lot and parked the car, and as soon as it was stationary, you tossed yourself out of the vehicle like there was no tomorrow. You knew that you couldn't last a minute more on his lap, because if you did, you would be so tempted to turn around and make out with those painfully pretty lips of his. God, he made you so mad. Ever since you met him, there were only the same thoughts circulating round and round.

Dirty thoughts.

Seonghwa crawled out of the car like a decrepit old spider, his long legs holding up his body with grace. You bit your lip, looking down at where you were sitting on him. Quickly, you looked away as he noticed your gaze, and ran away to go help the others with the luggage.

You weren't quick enough to miss the achingly attractive smirk on Seonghwa’s face.

Why did he have to be so….. libidinous? He was like a wild animal, able to take the lives away of his prey with just an expression.

No more seonghwa on the brain—it was beach time. You were certain you could find someone at a bar to sleep with later, and it wouldn't be Hwa.

Not now, not ever.

—

You got lucky with the plane ride.

Your seat buddy was Mingi, and Hongjoong knew how much you like your window seats.

Mingi nearly slept the whole flight, his head rested against your shoulder. He snored a little, but it didn't matter. The gentle giant had a place in your heart, so he could do no wrong.

You often stole glances at Seonghwa across the aisle, his head bobbing up and down as he fought his tiredness. He was so much more likable when he was sleeping, but that was definitely due to the fact that he couldn't stare at you with those entrancing eyes or run that mouth of his.

You were the only one awake by the end of the flight. It was difficult for you to sleep in public places. It didn't feel right. So you would fight off sleep as hard as you could and distract yourself with anything around you.

After the fiasco of leaving the plane, you anxiously trailed behind Hongjoong through the busy airport, pushing past loads of people who had places to be. Thank goodness you were able to leave the airport without a fuss, even if seonghwa was nearly breathing down your neck as you exited.

Luckily, the ride to the hotel wasn't far—and there were more than enough seats for all of you. You distanced yourself from Seonghwa, ignoring his hellish gaze.

The hotel you were staying at stood tall, facing the gorgeous blue ocean for a perfect view. You shut your eyes as you took everything in, smelling the saltiness and the warmth of the air. You smiled to yourself, but your delightful moment didn't last long.

Seonghwa bumped into you purposely, digging his shoulder into yours before walking past you toward the hotel entrance. “Hey, what was that for?” you growled, a scowl on your face.

“You were in the way,” is all he said, not even bothering to turn to face you as he spoke. He continued walking, his beautiful silhouette showing through his sheer shirt. Oh, you wanted to tear it off of him so badly.

You let out a huff of air, but then followed your friends into the building, knowing the end was near if you had to share the room with your snack of choice.

Hongjoong went up to the front desk as you and the boys stood near the doorway, waiting for him to check us in. It didn't take him long, and soon enough, he was walking back over, key cards in his hand, and a bright smile on his face. “All checked in! This’ll be our home for the next week.”

San grabbed his key card first. “Are we all on the same floor? Like in a row? It would be no fun if I had to actually put on clothes to go on the elevator.”

“Yes, San, we’re all on the same floor.” Hongjoong held in his laugh, already clearly enjoying his time away from reality. You stood angrily with your arms across your chest next to seonghwa, who didn't look any happier than you. “And will you two brighten up? You’re killing the vibe.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing up at the boy next to you. His dark hair was slightly frizzy from the humidity, sticking to his forehead like it would if he were sweating. You gulped, thinking dirty thoughts once more before regaining your peace of mind. “I’m not doing anything. It’s all him.”

“No, it’s all you, not me.” he retaliated.

“You’re the one that got a hard-on from me just innocently sitting on your lap.”

“You were purposely shoving your ass on me like a freak—”

“You are ruining the vacation already—”

“Annnd we’re not doing this again,” Mingi sighed and then gripped onto your arm to pull you towards the elevator.

“Let’s go, we got bars to get wrecked at.”

—

“Oh, hell no.”

You dropped your luggage as you entered your room for the week, staring at what was in it.

Or lack thereof.

One bed—a queen, maybe, sat in the middle of the room. A chair was tilted by the sliding glass doors that opened to the balcony, and a lamp stood in the corner. It was cute, of course, but you thought this couldn't get any worse.

Seonghwa walked past you into the room, setting his suitcase on the floor by the chair. “Don't worry,” he hummed, his voice low. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I–” you paused, taking in a breath before continuing. “You can sleep on the bed, I ain't that mean.”

“So you think I’m going to let my best friend’s sister sleep on the floor?” he laughed, but it wasn't out of humor. “That’s funny. I’d get my ass beat.” He sat down on the floor, stretching out his long legs before opening his suitcase. “Just forget about me like you usually do and take the bed.”

You had no snarky remarks to throw at him this time, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever. You sighed, sitting down on the bed with a thud. “Okay, fine. Wake me up when we are going to leave.”

“Yeah yeah,” he snarkily replied, too focused on his luggage in front of him. You shut your eyes slowly, holding on to your consciousness a little longer, before drifting off into a sleep that would cause an unexpected uproar a few hours later.

—

After your amazing nap, you and the boys found your way to a beach bar, sand filling the floor and loud music playing in the background. You took your rightful spot at the bar, sitting right next to Wooyoung, who was already chugging a fruity margarita.

“You should try this, Y/N,” he let out a satisfied sigh after he finished his gulp. “Tastes like fucking unicorns and rainbows.”

You laughed. “Sounds divine, but I’ll pass and get my whiskey sour.”

He grimaced. “Ew, you should spruce it up a little bit sometimes.”

San sat down on the other side of him, a fancy glass in his hands as well. “Yeah, you’re kind of a bore.”

“San what the—”

“She is, isn't she?” Seonghwa hummed from behind you, and of course, sat his ass in the chair right next to you. You groaned, ignoring him once again, although it was quite hard to not drool as he gulped his beer, his throat bobbing as he drank it.

Fucking hell.

You looked around for any sign of your brother to save you, and once you saw him, you cringed, turning right back around to face the bar. “Dear god, can't he keep his dick in his pants for five minutes?” you shivered, trying to think of anything else other than your brother making out with a random person.

Seonghwa looked back, a smirk on his face as you ordered your drink. “Hypocrite. Just last week I walked in on you with Mingi in the chem lab,” he snickered, his midnight eyes catching the neon lights behind the bar. “Your tongue was so far down his throat I swear I—”

“Says the guy who I caught watching porn freshman year in the computer lab—”

“Here’s your Whiskey sour,” the bartender awkwardly interrupted, but thank god he did. You quickly chugged it, finishing it within a minute of getting it. He gave you another right away, and you downed that one as quickly as it came. He was cute, a little on the scruffy side, but definitely a good one-night. You gave him a look, feeling accomplished as he smirked a little before serving someone else.

“Maybe you shouldn't drink so fast, y/n,” San murmured from Wooyoung’s side, his strong arms holding his weight against the table. “You get drunk really quick on an empty stomach. Remember what happened last time? You have a bad habit of trying to kiss everything you see.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, setting the empty glass down on the bar. As you did that, you felt the warmth of the alcohol fill your body. “What? Who did I kiss?”

Seonghwa laughed from the other side of you while you focused on San.

“Me.” San blinked. “Tongue and all. But not just me, you kissed the statue outside our campus. You know, that really rusty one?”

You gagged. “Ew, no. stop. No, I didn't.”

“Oh, yes you did,” Seongwha piped in, sipping on his third or fourth beer. “And then you threw up on my shoes when I brought you home.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, taking his beer right out of his hands. “Phew, thank god I didn't kiss you,” you shivered, bringing the bottle up to your lips. After you started chugging it a little bit, Hwa ripped the bottle away from you.

You felt your vision start to sway from the alcohol. You loved the feeling of being drunk—just hated the hangovers. Right now though, you wanted to get wasted and go home with a stranger. The hangover will be tomorrow’s problem.

But seonghwa had to just run his mouth once again.

“You know you talk in your sleep, right?” He laughed, a full, humorous laugh. He tossed the bottle to the back of his throat and then continued to laugh at you. “Something about how awful the airplane food was and how drinking milk reminds you of cum.” he grimaced at the last part, but a playful smile still rested on his face. “God you are explicit.”

Your cheeks flushed, looking anywhere but his direction. “I do not sleeptalk.”

You looked to Wooyoung and San for help, but they looked dumbfounded. “I wouldn't know, y/n, I never slept with you,” San smirked, smiling deviously at you. “Unless you’re down with that, I’m all for hearing you sleeptalk in my ear all night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Woo played along, knowing he was just doing it to tease you. Seonghwa, on the other hand, was trying desperately to embarrass you in front of the hot bartender.

“God, it’s so annoying, I wanted to rip my hair out earlier,” he smiled devilishly, his teeth even brighter than normal under all the neon lights. “I thought I couldn't hate you more, but you proved me wrong.”

You looked straight ahead, ignoring Seonghwa’s goofy smile. “Whatever,” you huffed, resting your face on your hand, your elbow holding up the weight. You watched the sexy bartender notice your stare. He smiled and walked over to you.

“Need another sour?” he asked, his cheeks pinched with dimples. You had your eyes set on going home with him, and you were going to follow through with it. Seonghwa can stay outside for the night—or watch, it didn't matter to you.

“Actually,” you pondered, blinking slowly as the alcohol hit your system even harder. “I’ll take a vodka and Sprite. Grey Goose.” you hummed, watching him nod with a smirk on his face.

Seonghwa chuckled, but you were too focused on your mission to hear him blab about how much he hated you over and over again. Soon enough, that damn grey goose hit you harder than anything. Your eyes fluttered after your second glass, your vision fuzzy, and your heartbeat racing.

You let out a heavy sigh, unable to remember your original mission.

“Hey,” you coughed, your cheeks burning up from the toxin. You looked around the bar, only meeting Seonghwa’s eyes…..oh…they’re so pretty. “Where did everyone else go?”

He was facing you, looking at you through those sparkling irises of his. He took in a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, your brother left with that girl he was making out with earlier….San and Woo left not too long ago to go to another bar, and Mingi….” he paused, watching your expression change when mingi was mentioned. “Mingi went with them.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “Why’d you stop at mingi like that?”

He furrowed his brows. “Why’d you look like that when I mentioned him?”

You sniffled, feeling a burning sensation in your throat from all the vodka. “What do you mean?” you were too messed up to defend yourself. You didn't even know your expression changed.

“You looked…different when I said his name.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his dreary tone. “Pfft. Hwa, do you think that just because I slept with him once that I have feelings for him?”

He frowned, his eyebrows knit with confusion. “You slept with him? Mingi?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. Just once, though.” Oh god, you officially couldn't think straight. Why were you even telling him this? “But that was it.”

He looked at you with an unknown expression, flattening his lips. “So you just sleep with anyone, huh?”

You scoffed. “Well, no, not usually.” you bit your lip, looking at him without knowing how you were looking at him. “I kind of always wanted you, but I didn’t understand why, so I ignore the feeling by sleeping with other guys.”

“That makes no sense, y/n,” he spat. “What are you saying?”

You rolled your eyes, drunkenly gripping his broad shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Awh, shut it, Hwa. Haven't you ever felt that before?” you paused, not realizing how close you were. His eyes were sharp, and his lips parted. “Wanting someone you can't have? Knowing that they wouldn't want anything to do with you?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze piercing into you sharply. “You’re drunk, y/n,” he paused, looking at you intently before shaking your hands away. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Oooh, don't tempt me, baby,” you poked his chest, giggling as he stood up off the barstool. You were completely oblivious to the fact that you just admitted to wanting him, but it didn't seem like he took it seriously.

“Get up,” he huffed, gripping under your arms and lifting you off your chair. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his waist. You held onto him tightly as he reached into his back pocket to grab money, tossing it onto the counter with a glare at the bartender.

“Enjoy your night,” Seonghwa growled, holding onto you, and made his way towards the hotel with you clung to him.

“Seonghwa,” you whispered, a giggle under your breath.

He grunted, pulling you along with him. “What?”

You sniffed. “Can I kiss you?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Why?” you mumbled, shoving your face into his chest.

“Because it’s your drunk habit.”

“So would you kiss me if it wasn't?” you asked, completely obliterated. There was no way you were going to remember this in the morning.

He didn't answer you.

“Come on, Hwa,” you moaned, stopping and gripping onto his collar in front of the hotel. You looked up into his eyes, feeling his intense gaze cut right through your intoxication. You needed him. Needed him bad. “Just once. God, just once.”

“I…” he swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides, crying out to touch you. He kept them away, even if he didn't want to. “Not now. Not while you’re drunk.”

You blinked slowly, watching his lips flatten into a frown. “Does that mean you want to?”

He sighed, running his hands through his hair aggressively. “Please just….let’s get back to the room and get you to bed.”

You groaned, but complied, following him into the hotel and into the elevator. The ride was silent, Seonghwa standing in the corner, farthest away from you, his breathing slowed. You stared at him, leaning up against the wall.

“I really hate you,” you mumbled, glaring at him. He was too sexy, his hair messy, his eyes dark, his long legs taller than a skyscraper. You only admitted your attraction to him when you were drunk, but you couldn't deny the pull you had to him.

He looked up at you, his starry eyes looking from your legs, up to your hips, over your breasts, and finally to your eyes. He took in a sharp breath, biting the corner of his lip.

“I hate you too,” he whispered, his vision low.

And in what world would the words I hate you cause someone’s heart to flutter?

The elevator dinged at your floor, and after a moment of longing stares, Seonghwa gripped your arm and dragged you out. He held onto your drunken body as he searched for his keycard, and once he found it, you tumbled into the room together.

Your back was pressed against the wall, his arms caging you in on both sides. His forehead was on yours, and you were able to feel his hot breath against your lips.

“Oh,” you hummed, your hands subconsciously dancing at the hem of his t-shirt. You watched his throat bob anxiously as you looked into his eyes.

It took everything in him to move away. He coughed awkwardly and then nodded toward the bed. “Come on, you need to rest.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, unable to move in a straight line. You kicked off your sandals, and pulled off your shirt with ease, leaving you only in your bra and that skimpy skirt seonghwa was looking at all night.

He watched as you walked, holding his breath without meaning to.

As you neared the bed, you reached back to unclip your bra, but you couldn't reach it. “Hwa?”

He was looking at the floor. “Hm?”

“Can you…” you paused, giving up on trying to get it off. “Take this off of me? It’s really uncomfortable.”

He blinked, his eyes wide. You couldn't see the confusion in his expression, but you heard the shakiness of his tone. “W-what? Your….bra?”

“Yeah.”

He didn't say anything else. He slowly walked over to where you were, and as his fingertips traced the middle of your back, you shivered under his touch.

He unclasped the hook, but held on to both ends of the bra, afraid to let it drop. “It’s done,” he whispered, backing up slightly.

You dropped the bra onto the floor and then reached to take off your skirt. As you slid it down your hips, you heard seonghwa nearly trip over his feet trying to turn away.

“Do you…always sleep naked?” he asked you, looking anywhere but where you were. You were way too drunk to care about what he sees, but you were also too tired to try. You fell onto the bed, your arm covering your breasts and your underwear still on.

“Fuck, y/n,” Seonghwa huffed, finally looking over and doing everything to not look where he shouldn't. He gently reached for the blanket, tossing it over you in one swift motion.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling his presence loom over you. He brushed away the stray hairs on your face and made sure you were laying on your side.

“.... I’m so screwed,” he muttered, giving you one last look before walking into the bathroom and turning on the cold water.

A cold shower, especially knowing that there was a beautiful, nearly naked girl in the bed just outside the door.

The cold water ran down his body, giving him a rush of pain.

“Fuck,” he hissed, biting his lip as his attraction to you only worsened.

—

After his attempt to cleanse his messy thoughts, Seonghwa stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips. He hesitated before looking over at you, and after he got a good look at your pretty face, he made his way to his luggage, rooting in there for a t-shirt to toss on.

“...seong…hwa,” you moaned.

Moaned.

“....y/n?” he whispered, maybe thinking you were awake and needed something. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but that sounded too….sensual than just a normal tone.

“I…ugh,” you groaned, “don't stop, please. H…Hwa.”

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows, dropping the clothes he had in his hands, eyes wide.

“Seonghwa….”

Okay, that was the third time. You were most definitely dreaming about him….

“Oh…my…god.” Hwa gulped, cautiously standing up and backing away as far as he could from you.

Little did he know how detailed your dream was.

—

His hands snaked up your bare hips, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were on your ear, biting, teeth clashing against your skin.

He thrusted into you, hard, his hips buckling as he moaned. You cried out his name, back arching, nails scratching. He fucked you hard, his forehead against yours, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“You like that?” he whispered, his tongue sliding into your mouth before you could answer. His sweat fell on your cheek, and you moaned out his name once more. You weren't sure how you got here, how this came about, or anything. All that mattered was that you were finally with him, the man you always thought you hated.

“…hwa,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”

And as he slammed into you with even more force than before, his lips crashed onto yours, his black hair blocking your vision. You wanted more, and more and more—

“Y/n,”

“Just shut up and keep going,” you cried out.

“Y/N!”

You shot awake, gasping for air as your back hit the headboard. You breathed heavily, realizing that you were dreaming about all of that and that the real seonghwa was standing in front of you, shirtless, with an expression you weren't quite sure you’d ever seen before.

“Seonghwa, what—”

“S..stop it. Don't say my name,” he stuttered, looking anywhere but your body. He quickly tossed a t-shirt at you—his t-shirt. “Just put this on. The guys are down getting breakfast, so we gotta go.”

He quickly walked to his own luggage and grabbed a shirt for himself. You watched him as he tossed it on and slid on his shoes, and with one last awkward glance at you, he left the room in haste.

You were too scared to look down, hoping that you still had underwear on. You weren't too sure if that was a dream or not, but given the way he acted, it made you even more confused.

You felt the wetness between your thighs, clenching them with a sigh. You stood up, tossing on the bra that was laying on the floor as if it was thrown off of you.

After cleaning yourself up a bit, you made your way to the breakfast area on the first floor, immediately noticed by Hongjoong. “There you are! I was worried you weren't going to—” he stopped, noticing the shirt that was way too big on you. “That’s the shirt I got Hwa….”

Seonghwa cleared his throat, shoving a bagel into his mouth to distract himself.

You ignored him and sat down across from him and next to Mingi. You looked up, meeting eyes with the man you thought so filthily about, seeing a swipe of cream cheese on the bottom of his lip. You held back, knowing that it’ll just send you into another spiral if you pointed it out.

But when he stuck his tongue out to lick it off, you felt the tingle in your stomach once more, thinking back at the dream you had, and how his tongue caressed you in more ways than one.

He met eyes with you, his lips parting slightly. His gaze was much different than it ever has been. You've never seen him so….lost. His expression was conflicted, his eyes not leaving your lips.

Wooyoung smirked. “Did you guys fuck or something? What’s with the mood?”

“Wooyoung!” Hongjoong yelled.

“What? I’m just pointing out the obvious,” he shrugged.

“We didn't. Keep dreaming,” Seonghwa muttered lowly, taking another bite of his bagel.

Hongjoong huffed. “I don't want to imagine my sister and seonghwa in that way…that’s super weird.”

“Why?” seonghwa questioned, his tone serious. You looked at him, confused as to why he cared. It seemed like everyone else was just as confused as you. “Ahem, I mean…uh, is it that hard to imagine?” Seonghwa’s voice was shaky, his gaze hopping from Hongjoong to you.

It made your brother laugh. “Well, yeah. You guys hate each other, right?” he took a sip of his coffee before continuing. “It makes no sense for you to even see eye to eye, I couldn't imagine you two in any type of relationship. Maybe her and Mingi, out of everyone.”

Seonghwa dropped his bagel face down onto his plate. “Why Mingi? What’s so special about—”

“I’m right here guys….” Mingi tried to interrupt, but Seonghwa shot him a dangerous glare, causing the gentle giant to hold his tongue.

Hongjoong looked around at the boys awkwardly and picked up his fork to continue eating his eggs. “I’m just saying.”

This was too awkward. You kept stealing glances at Hwa as if he were a magnet. You assumed he felt similarly, because every time you looked, your eyes would meet, and then you would awkwardly stare for a moment too long before looking away.

And when he got up to get more food, you got up, too.

“We need to talk,” you whispered, coming right up next to him as he put a muffin on his plate. “Why are you acting weird?”

He sighed and continued to add food to his plate. “I’m not acting weird.”

As he moved to get a drink from the drink machine, you continued to follow him. “Did I do something wrong yesterday?” you gasped, holding a hand over your mouth as he still ignored you. “Did I kiss you? Dear god, I hope not—”

“No, you didn't,” he said quietly, walking back over to the table.

“Something must have happened, seonghwa—”

He stopped, nearly causing you to bump into his back. “Don't.” he paused, taking in a sharp breath, looking over his shoulder at you. “Don't say my name.”

You frowned in confusion, watching the muscles in his back move as he walked away. You couldn't remember your antics yesterday, but maybe you made him uncomfortable by sleeping nearly naked—he hated you, so you could only imagine how irritated he was.

“Listen, if it was because I was naked, I'm sorry—”

Everyone at the table looked up as you spoke, including seonghwa. He looked shy, a blush on his cheeks, and he sat down quickly and stuffed the muffin in his mouth.

“Naked?” Mingi laughed, looking from you to seonghwa suggestively. “Sounds awfully smutty, Seonghwa.”

“We didn't—” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “Nothing happened with us.”

“Mhm, okay,” San smirked. “Whatever you say. Anyway, we have a whole day out planned, so you two better get back to your normal selves or we won't have any fun.”

You really needed to talk to seonghwa, but it seemed like you'll be busy the whole day with the boys—and he didn't seem to be very interested in talking to you, anyway.

You tilted your head in curiosity.

“What are we doing?”

—

The day was eventful.

First, you went to the beach. Seemed innocent, until Seonghwa took off his shirt and got all soaking wet, sending you in a mess of thoughts and a mess below. He would look over at you, and wouldn't look away, paying intense attention to your body in a skimpy little bikini.

When you went to talk to him, he body-slammed you into the ocean, and normally you would've fumed, but this time, you enjoyed his hands on your bare skin.

After the beach, you walked along the boardwalk of shops and lots of food. You grabbed a popsicle, licking it without a thought, but when you felt an intense pressure on you, you looked over to see seonghwa looking at you with an expression you've never seen on him. His eyes were focused on your lips, his own lips curled up as he bit them. You continued to eat your popsicle, but couldn't stop looking at him.

When you tried to bring up last night, Hongjoong came over and took the rest of your pop, running away from you like a child.

At dinner, you sat at the far end of the table, as far away as possible from Seonghwa. It wasn't intended, but now there was no way you could talk, as everyone would hear your conversation.

You ate, feeling defeated. Maybe you should just forget about it.

It was still daylight after dinner. As the guys conversed about what to do next, San and Wooyoung decided to go their own way and walk the beach, which was just their code word for “shopping” for girls. Hongjoong agreed with them, shocking you since he was always hell-bent on not going off a schedule. You assumed he was just going to meet that girl he was with yesterday, but whatever, it just meant that you could be left alone with Seonghwa.

After those three left, it was only you, Seonghwa, and Mingi. Hwa stood with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly looking around as you stood outside the restaurant. Mingi was even more awkward, looking at you before speaking.

“Um, I’m just gonna go with Woo and San, so,” he breathed, looking to seonghwa now. “I’ll see you guys back at the hotel tonight.”

“Okay, Mingi,” you smiled. “See you later.”

You watched him leave and then looked at the boy standing next to you.

“So,” you tried to initiate conversation, but seonghwa started walking in the opposite direction from where everyone else went. You followed. “What should we do?”

“I’m going surfing,” he said blandly. “I don't know about you, though.”

“I’ll come with you,” you smiled, finally catching up to him. He let out an aggravated groan as you walked close to him. “Do you even know how to surf?”

He scoffed. “Yeah, of course, I do.”

“I’m just saying,” you noted, shrugging as you followed him. “You’re too….dainty. I feel like if you fell off you’d break every bone in your body.”

Seonghwa didn't react in any way you were hoping he would. Instead, he kept walking silently, until you reached the part of the beach where the surf shack was. Wetsuits were laid out, ready to be picked up, and surfboards stood tall through the sand and against the building. You stared in awe as you approached, seeing that there was no one else here but you two.

Finally, alone at last.

“Grab a suit if you’re gonna do this,” he pointed to them, raising an eyebrow when you stood there anxiously. “What? Don't you know how to surf?” he mocked.

You kicked at the sand, your hands behind your back. “Pff. yeah, of course, I….no. I don't.” you pleaded with your eyes sweetly, despite all of the dirty things you wanted to do to him. “Could you please teach me? Pretty please?”

He held his own suit close to his chest as he looked down at you. “Why should I?”

You stepped closer to him, causing him to step back cautiously. “Because I’m pretty?”

“Oh honey, who lied to you?” he joked.

“Please, Seonghwa?” you stressed his name, hoping to break him. You watched his eye twitch as you said it, reminding you of earlier when he told you not to say his name.

“Seonghwa seonghwa seonghwa seong—”

“Okay, fine! Jeez,” he huffed, tossing you a suit, only for it to hit you in the face. “Get dressed.”

You walked into the shack with him, going your separate ways at the locker rooms. Everything went smoothly until you tried to zipper the suit up, only being able to get it halfway. You pondered on asking seonghwa for help or completely turning into a contortionist, but after failing to do it yourself, you gave up and left the room to ask him.

Seonghwa stood amongst the surfboards, his lean body looking delicious in that surf suit. You nearly drooled looking at him.

“Hey,” you started, slowly approaching him as he picked out a board. “Can you help me zipper this?”

He turned to you, his expression conflicted as he saw you. You turned around, showing your exposed back, causing him to clear his throat. “O..okay.”

His delicate fingers brushed against the skin of your back, nearly causing you to shiver. You felt his breath hit the back of your neck as the zipper moved up and up until he zipped it completely.

“....There,” he said, swallowing. “You’re all good.”

He didn't move his hands until you pulled away from him, turning back around to face him. The silence was deafening, so you decided to break it.

“Seonghwa, about last night, what exactly happened—”

“Let’s just get started before the sun goes down,” he interrupted, looking anywhere but your eyes. “We’ll talk later.”

That was good enough for now. You watched him try to pick out a board, but he seemed extremely nervous. After a good bit of time, he grabbed a pink one, causing you to smile. Pink suited him so much, more than he’d probably like to admit.

“Let’s start with some basics,” he spoke smoothly, tossing the board down onto the sand. “Get on it. On your stomach.”

You lay down on the board, looking up at him for more directions. He taught you how to paddle with your arms, explaining that you'll have to dive under the waves sometimes if you were okay with doing that. You couldn't look weak now, especially not to him. So after the little training lesson, you were finally in the shallow water, sand already in every nook and cranny of you.

“Try to keep balance,” he said, his voice raspy. It wasn't the time to turn you on, but of course, he could do it just by his voice. “Keep your chest up.” his hand caressed your back, down your spine.

You looked up at him, his wet hair dripping down his face. You held back, as much as you could, from pouncing on him.

But when you fell off the board and got stuck underwater, you’ve never seen him so concerned before.

He grabbed you under your arms, pulling you back up and holding him to you while you coughed. You were perfectly fine—maybe a little too much water in the ears, but it was the least of your worries. What you cared about was the look on his face and the way he caged you to his body.

“y/n?” he rushed his hand over your face, pushing away your drenched hair so he could see you. “Are you okay?”

You coughed, blinking away the salt that infiltrated your eyes. Seonghwa noticed your distress and gently rubbed your face with the pad of his thumb.

“Don't rub your eyes,” he pushed your hand away, still not letting you go from his embrace. “You'll make it worse.”

“It hurts,” you mumbled, causing his look of worry to worsen. True, the salt started burning your eyes, but you couldn't get enough of his caring touch—maybe because he’s never shown this side of himself to you.

He took in an anxious breath as he looked around. “Maybe we should get back to the hotel,” he spoke softly, the sound of water filling your senses as you looked at him.

Everything about his appearance aggravated you—from the way his midnight hair draped his face, dripping with water down his cheeks, to the way his normally judgemental eyes seemed gentle and sweet. He looked kind, the type of man who would worship his lover like a queen, and all the time knowing him, you tried your hardest to only see him in a negative light.

Now, as he held you in the cold, sparkling ocean as the sun was setting, all you saw was your reflection in his eyes and all you felt was the undeniable pull to be with him. To touch him. To kiss him. To tell him that maybe, just maybe, you’ve always had a piece of him in your heart.

“Seonghwa, I…” you paused, ignoring the burn from the salt water. You watched his lips as they slowly parted, his eyes wide as he picked you apart. They looked at you differently, like they never looked at you before, and you wanted him to never stop looking at you.

The distance between the two of you was nonexistent—you saw every drop of water on his skin, and you were certain he was able to gather the meaning behind your gaze. If he did, he didn't say anything—he only looked back at you with those entrancing irises of his, a look you’ve never seen from him. He waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, but you had nothing else to say.

As your lips neared his, you heard his breath get caught in his throat, and you felt his embrace tighten around you. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling, hoping that he would be the one to lean in and meet your lips.

He didn't.

Instead, his hands trailed down your back, the pink surfboard still floating next to you despite being forgotten. His breath was shaky as he touched you, but the moment ended too quickly as he shook himself out of his trance.

“I um, we should, you know,” he nodded towards the beach, even though you weren't too far out. “We should get back to the room.”

You slowly blinked at him, watching his expression stay the same despite the change of mind. He coughed, letting go of you, but then he grabbed your hand and the board before pulling you to shore.

The walk back was quiet. He didn't let go of your hand until you got back to the surf shack, and he reluctantly let go knowing you had to change.

You both were silent as you looked at each other, but the ache in your chest convinced you to break this tension.

Before you entered the changing room, you quickly turned back around to face seonghwa, who still stood with that….sex-charged expression on his face.

“….Stop looking at me like that,” you hummed, your chest heavy as he breathed in deeply. He looked at you with those bedroom eyes of his, half of his wetsuit already off. He looked deadly, which didn't help your desire.

He swallowed hard but tried his best to remain calm. “Like what?”

You took a step closer, reaching back to your zipper to pull it down just a little. You shrugged it down your bare shoulders, making sure he got to know that there was nothing else but you under that wetsuit once again.

And when you got as close as you could, you said the words you knew would be life or death for him.

“Like you want to fuck me,” you shrugged, acting all cool even though you were falling apart by the second. You were lucky you were at the surf shack at such a late time of day, and that no one else was here except you.

He choked on air, stepping away from you until his back hit the wall. You noticed how his chest rose and fell as he breathed in, and how delicious it would be to just lick him all over….

“I…” he gulped, but his eyes lingered on your shoulders and the curve of your breasts. “I don't know what you mean?”

You smiled through your haze, mind focused on getting to the bottom of his sudden change of attitude towards you. You reached out, gently guiding your hand down the plain of his chest, down his slim, but muscular waist. Oh, you couldn't get enough of him already.

You smirked. “Then tell me why you’ve been eye fucking me all day, or at least what happened last night, so I can understand.”

He blinked fast, looking from your lips, down your neck, to your bare shoulders.

“You…” he took in a sharp breath as your hands trailed down his body. “You sleeptalk.”

“I know that already,” you whispered, looking into his captivating gaze.

He leaned forward slightly, veins popping in his neck as he strained against his judgment. “I mean, you…kept moaning my name. I…I couldn't take it anymore….I can't take it anymore. Every time you speak I just want to fucking shut you up with my mouth for fucks sake.” he huffed, subconsciously gripping your hips as he grits his teeth. “You so annoying, so damn annoying, I can't—”

“Then take me,” you spoke against his lips. “Fuck me. Just like you did in my dreams.”

His forehead pressed against yours as you pushed him further against the wall.

“And how did I do that?” he growled, his fingertips tugging at your wetsuit. “Was I rough? Gentle?” he paused, lips pressed to your neck. “Did I make you say my name, or was that all you with that filthy little mouth of yours?”

You couldn't speak as his lips glided down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked on the skin there, roughly, causing you to suck in a sharp breath and run your hands through his dripping-wet hair.

You moaned, biting his earlobe. “I want you to tear me apart.”

He smirked against your skin, his eyes finally meeting yours.

“Rough it is, then.”

Without warning, he bit his lip hard as he pulled your wetsuit right down to your ankles, the water from his hair dripping onto your bare shoulders. He nearly growled as you stood in front of him, naked as ever, his gaze darkening before gripping the back of your neck to pull you to him.

As he sucked on your neck, you pulled down his suit with aggression, not quick enough for the hunger in both of your souls. His hot breath tickled your skin, his hands clawed at your hips, and his lips begged to kiss yours as you shoved him against the wall once again, skin on skin. He breathed heavily, his eyes dancing from your breasts to your waist, to your lips.

You gripped onto his hair, staring into his eyes for a moment before you locked your lips with his, tasting the saltiness of the ocean and the sweet warmth of his saliva. Your tongues fought for their lives, dancing as you deepened the kiss. Foreheads slamming, hands invading space. It was all over for your sanity the minute his long fingers glided against your core, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing gently. His kisses were rough as his fingers delicately touched you, fueling the fire within you even more than it already was.

“Seonghwa,” you moaned against his ear, causing him to move his hand faster with a grunt. “Push them in me.”

He hissed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pulled his hands away for a moment, only to suck his fingers in front of you before shoving them into you, curling them up inside you. You arched your back against him, crying out as his lips found yours once again.

He kissed you deeply as he made love to you with his hands, his fingers long enough to reach deep inside of you—but it wasn't enough. You bit his lip sharply as he fingered you, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I need your cock in me. Now.” you licked his jawline, watching him squirm in your embrace.

His cheeks were flushed red as he looked at you, his eyes looking as if he were intoxicated. “I…fuck,” he sucked in a breath, kissing you as his fingers moved faster and faster. “Okay.”

As he pulled his fingers out of you, he licked them once more, his eyes on yours seductively.

“You taste so good.” he moaned, his mouth parted. He then lifted you up, walking you over to the table of waxed surfboards in the middle of the room. Shoving everything off with one hand, he threw you onto the wood, causing you to let out a little grunt.

“You’re so sexy,” he leaned over you, slamming your hands above your head before silencing your moans with a rough kiss. “So fucking sexy, you have no idea how long I wanted to shove my dick inside you.” His words were like gasoline to your fire, causing you to cry out in a whimper for him to do exactly what he said he would do. You kept your mouth shut as he tugged you to the edge of the table, lining up his hard-on to enter you.

After a look of longing, he spit onto his fingers and rubbed them onto his cock and your heat, his chest falling and rising with his heavy breathing. He then buried himself inside you, deeply, causing your breath to hitch. He was even bigger than your dreams, tearing apart your expectations of his skills. You tried your best to free your arms from his hold, but as he moved in and out of you, you had lost the desire to escape it. You really liked the feeling of his fingernails tearing into your skin.

“Ah,” he whimpered, his hips rocking quickly, his eyes shut tight. His thrusts were deep, not slowing down for a second.

Your legs curled around his shoulders, his one arm holding your hands and his other piercing into your ankle. He grunted as he pumped into you, tearing at your insides, feeling him fill you up. “Hwa,” you groaned, back arching in pleasure. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He grunted in response, speeding up faster as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him quiver inside you, precum dripping into you without a care. You loved the feeling, you didn't care about the risks in the moment.

You climaxed without warning, your legs tightening around his head. He kept muttering your name over and over again against you, kissing the skin of your ankles as he continued to fuck the living shit out of you. You started to see stars as he nearly cracked your spine, and right before he nearly came, he flipped you over onto your stomach without ever leaving you.

Your face was shoved against the wood of the table, the sweet smell of sex enveloping your senses. You cried out his name as he gripped onto your hips, moving faster as his own orgasm came close. His lips met the small of your back, his fingers gripped your ass with haste.

“I’m going to come,” he mumbled, his voice raspy. “Can I come in you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Come inside me.”

As if your words stirred something within him, he immediately moved in shorter movements, his grip on your ass tightening as his orgasm came. His breathing shallowed as he came into you, filling you up with his cum. You let out one last moan as you felt his warmth, and he kissed the back of your neck as he finished.

He pulled out of you slowly despite how rough he was—he could've been rougher, but you didn't want him to think of you as the insane slut everyone thought you were.

Even though you only ever slept with others because you couldn't have him.

And now…..what comes next?

He helped you sit back up to a normal position, and when he saw the dark, purple bruises on your neck and collarbone, he gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry,” his fingers gently brushed against your hot skin as if he didn't just totally destroy you. “I kind of….went crazy, didn't I?”

You smiled up at him in a daze, both your cheeks blushed in embarrassment and enjoyment. “I like crazy.”

He paused, standing proudly in front of you with that delicious body of his. You sighed in contentment, a lazy smile on your lips. “I dreamt of this. Literally.” you reached out to him, pulling his lips down to yours. He kissed them softly, opening his mouth wide as he made out with you. You didn't want to pull away, but as the thought of you both having sex in a public surf shack came to your mind, you pulled away quickly, startling him.

“Um, so,” you laughed awkwardly. “Should we head back now? We are kind of in a public place….”

Seonghwa looked around, smirking as he leaned forward on the table, kissing you once more. “It was kind of thrilling, not gonna lie.”

You leaned into his embrace, his hands caressing your back romantically. “So,” you whispered against his lips. “We should get back. And this time, you better sleep in the bed with me.”

“Oh, baby, I plan on doing more than just sleeping.”

—

After countless rounds of ‘sleeping’, you ended up waking up late in Seonghwa’s embrace, his lips pressed against the curve of your shoulder as he held you. He quite literally rocked you all night long, and you even discovered his love for reverse cowgirl—making him come within two minutes of the fifth round.

Now, as you lay in his arms while he slept, you finally felt content. He was all you ever wanted, even though your words said otherwise this whole time of knowing him.

“Hey,” you turned around in his embrace, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Seonghwa.”

“Hm?” he grumbled sleepily, his eyes blinking open to meet yours.

You smiled, running a hand through his messy hair. “We should get up. The others are probably waiting for us in the lobby.”

“Ugh, why?” he groaned, holding onto you tighter. “ I don't want to leave this bed today. Or ever.”

You giggled, pecking his lips. “Come on, Hwa. I really would like to get a tan on the sand today.”

His eyes were wide open now, but he blinked slowly from his sleepiness. “We barely got any sleep,” he huffed, shoving his head into your shoulder. “And I can't kiss you in front of everyone, I can't wait the whole day to touch you.”

You grinned chaotically.

“Who says we have to hide it?”

—

“Dear lord,” Wooyoung huffed, sitting with his arms crossed at the beach. “Are they ever going to stop and come up for air?”

Your friends sat on towels on the sand, while you sat on Seonghwa’s lap as you made out with him. His hands gripped your face as he stuck his tongue in your mouth, both of you having no care for those around you.

“I knew this was going to happen,” San mumbled with a smirk, elbowing Wooyoung playfully. “Just let them have their fun. It’s been a long time coming.”

“Pfft,” Woo scoffed, looking at how seonghwa touched you.

“I always thought I would be the one tapping that.”

“Wooyoung shut the fuck up.”

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #roomates #vacation au #ateez masterlist #enemies to lovers #fwb #wooyoung #San #mingi #Hongjoong

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I know everyone has their different takes on Astarion’s character, and what they think his story should look like/what he would or wouldn’t do with his life after the events of the game, and I think they’re all valid. And not everyone is going to like your read or what you want him to pursue or be like after all is said and done. And there’s nothing wrong with that! Could you imagine how boring things would be if we all agreed? I personally love seeing the diversity of takes.

That being said, I am very much a fan of the idea of non-Ascended Astarion starting a family after everything, just me personally. Now, I know that’s a whole can of worms for people who don’t like that concept or who don’t like the idea of kids/pregnancy in their fiction. That’s completely fine. Funnily enough, I have no desire to have my own kids, but I love exploring that sort of lifestyle and the dynamic it creates when it comes to my characters in my own writing.

And I do think he wants kids, in my world state (to borrow a Dragon Age term), anyway.

I always go back to Astarion’s confession, when he says he wants “something real.” All those years where sex and love were nothing but a performance to seduce people and lure them to what he thought was their death. And now, with Tav/Durge, he wants the real thing. He wants to love and be loved.

He says he doesn’t know what “real” looks like anymore, which means he’s got to figure it out. And we know he isn’t much for plans, so that means a lot of what he learns is learned as he goes. That must extend to learning what he wants, too.

“I Want to Live” is the song that is consistently played in relation to his character development (despite being the players song.) Want. For all of those years, he was told by Cazador that he and his fellow spawn were a family. If he doesn’t ascend, then what he desires, and discovering what he wants, and taking what was false for so long and learning what the real version of it looks like to him all come together to make it easy for me to see him enjoying fatherhood.

He wouldn’t be Astarion without that prickly personality of his, but as his relationship with Tav/Durge progresses, you get to see the softness and sweetness he has in him, too. And I believe he really does mean it when he says he wants to protect them. He does genuinely care, as sarcastic and standoffish as he can be. That’s part of his personality and his character arc.

Now, do I think he likes all kids? Not at all. I think he likes certain kids, and for certain reasons. He may not encourage taking in Yenna, but he does insist on saving her from Orin. He seems to have a high opinion of Arabella. It depends on the kid. In a strange way, I think his own personhood being taken from him has made him view kids as more individual than most people tend to.

And I think he would adore his own kids because of who they are. They’re proof of how far he’s come, they’re proof that he’s alive and he’s living and that Cazador didn’t win in the end. He’s here. He won. He’s growing past everything.

And, most importantly: they’re his kid(s.)

Do I think he’s ever considered having children prior to having one, even before he was turned? I doubt it, honestly. But especially prior to his vampirism, I don’t think it matters whether he did or not. He can’t remember what color his eyes were, let alone what he wanted or who he was. And it doesn’t matter, he makes that much clear. He isn’t that person anymore, and he won’t ever get to be them again. So whether he had thought about children specifically or not, whether he wanted them or not, I don’t think that matters to him anymore.

He never saw himself as a hero, either, but he’s a Hero of Baldur’s Gate now. He cares. In his own way. And he defines and does things his own way in his life now. He’s still not your stereotypical hero, but he’s also no longer your stereotypical vampire. He wouldn’t be Astarion if he was easy to define. And after everything, he is still Astarion. He’s complex, and he can be quite contradictory and inconsistent. That’s both part of his personality and a result of the 200 years of trauma he survived, I think.

And again, he’s also not one for plans. I don’t think he considers being a father until Tav/Durge is telling him that he’s going to be one. And that kind of life-changing news can rattle even the people who have planned for it and wanted it their whole lives. Sure, I think it takes some getting used to, and I’m sure there are complex feelings that come with it. Rediscovering yourself and building a life are never easy. Living isn’t easy.

But this is another part of the life he’s living—really living. This isn’t the mockery Cazador forced the spawn to play pretend in, it’s a real family, his family. And I think that means everything to the person he chooses to be now.

#I just have a lot of feelings about Dadstarion #I’m so sorry this is such a mess but I just wanted to talk about him #Astarion #Dadstarion #Papastarion #character study #if you squint

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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hii kira !! do u have any hcs for sae abt how he would be as a bf?

SAE ITOSHI 糸師冴

if sae were a love trope he would 100% be belated love epiphany

"i never realised how much i loved them until they were gone." type beat yk

like pride and prejudice, except he's elizabeth and you're darcy ??

where you confess first and he rejects you but once you're not near him he realises that he really did love you

or when he saw how loaded you were, you be the judge (kidding)

y'all already know i think he's a good cook. like he was in spain for ages you bet he picked a few things up. cuz idk about spanish men but ik most italian men know how to cook and well.

he pours all his love into everything he makes, probably his love language honestly.

but he'd never let you know he's cooking for you because he cares

"you look like a ghost have you been eating properly?" "oh, no. unfortunately, i haven't found much time to cook lately..." "how bothersome. am i gonna have to take you all the way to the hospital when you faint from anemia?" "but i'm not even anemic..." "you will be if you don't eat your spinach." "..." "you know what. since you're so incapable i'll just cook for you." "excuse me??"

forgive him, he's just a bit of a cunt, but he loves you i promise

(also if you didn't know fun fact: preparing a homemade meal for someone is akin to confessing your feelings to them)

he's not much for PDA in fact in public he has his same, stupid, emotionless, deadpan face that is so punchable (affectionately?)

but when you're at home he'll find any excuse to lean his whole bodyweight on you

he also loves leaning in to kiss you and then reaching behind you to grab something or whatever, just to leave you flushed and stressed the fuck out

annoying asshole

he also gets very touchy when tired, if you're sleeping next to each other he tends to end up hugging you close to his heart by the time you wake up

he may not seem it but he would genuinely do anything for you

he tends to ignore most messages/texts/emails unless they're super important but he'd reply to you the second you text him

or even if it's a silly tweet

@you: there are 2 many ppl at this café 😞 @officialsaeitoshi: send me your location i got you your usual @you: ayo, how did you have it prepared n everything 😭 @officialsaeitoshi: spidey senses

he also has the most deadpan, sarcastic humour known to man

he's horrible (just my type)

nothing that comes out of his mouth is to be trusted

beware!!!

he is the no.1 gossiper alive, he knows everything about everyone's business even if he looks like the type of person who'd never think of anyone other than himself

somehow he's both at the same time

he could go hours talking about this random guy in his club who's actually the secret son of a drug lord and who ran away from home to save himself from imminent death...

what???? how does he know this?

i'm pretty sure he doesn't know either, anyway

he loves his lil self care night routines

you both sitting on the sofa talking about life (actually it's just him talking and you listening but whatever)

sae itoshi was an evening person. not because he felt most productive then. and not because he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the city. but because he enjoyed his night routines with you right next to him every second. you'd sit on the sink sill as he gently passed a finger with clay on it over your face as you kept talking about your day. "and then when i went to get coffee there were just so many people at the café it was such a hassle. this guy–" "shush. do you want clay in your mouth?" he kept swiping the remaining clay mask on your now stationary chin. once done he lifted you and walked to the sofa. this was no new routine. this was the only way he was able to unwind. with you next to him, just talking about the little, almost meaningless things. "i read somewhere that your coach is having an affair is that true?" you didn't know why you kept instigating him. it was late and you knew if he began talking now he'd only finish once the sun rose or your wake up alarm rang. but seeing him so animated was a rarity so you had to take advantage anytime you could.

now for how he confessed

at first when you confessed he rejected you and didn't think much of it at all

until he started noticing the little things about you, he started obsessing with every bit of you

how you looked, how you dress, how you style your hair

but also how your under eyes crease when you smile

how you're very picky with your food, especially dessert, but you'd eat anything if someone handmade it for you

how you're so patient when you tutor even if the person is being a dumbfuck

after obsessing over everything you did for about a day or two he was sick of the weird, nauseating feeling in his stomach

it had been about three days since the confession. being rejected right on the spot, especially in that cold manner was painful to say the least. but you were sure you had gotten over it. and you hoped with all your heart that he too had forgotten. he had just stood there as you finished telling him how he made you feel and how you had liked him for a while now. he had a horrible scowl on his face, arms crossed and an uninterested posture. you already knew what the answer was when you were done but it hurt so much more when he finally confirmed it all. so it was surprising when you saw sae march up to you as you ate your lunch with your friends. he had the same horrible scowl on his face from before. and you could feel your stomach drop as he pulled your wrist in a gruff manner. careless. he didn't care for you. "itoshi what are you–" he finally stopped once you were in a quiet corner behind the main building, away from curious eyes. "we need to talk." "about what?" "i couldn't sleep." "ok..?" "i couldn't stop thinking about you." "oh. i'm sorry if my confession made you uncomfortable. i didn't mean for it to bother you so much." "yes. it's so bothersome. now every time i see you with anyone but me, it hurts. i can't stand hearing about anyone but me, from you. i don't want you to think of anyone but me."

and then you were just like 😧🫣😏🤩

if you think rin's dramatic just WAIT until you talk to sae he's insane

THE BIGGEST drama queen (i hate him)

although i do think he is secure about himself and knows you wouldn't ever hurt him

i feel like he does have abandonment issues (a bit)

like imagine going through your teen years without family in a foreign country, you'd feel isolated no matter how many friends you made or how nice your host family was

he tries not giving any external reaction so you barely notice at first but every time he sees you with someone, looking a bit too friendly, he always feels his heart tighten

he's very gentle when kissing you

it's not like he's super strong or anything (mans is tiny)

and it's not that he's scared to hurt you, he just doesn't wanna appear too possessive or anything

favourite places to kiss you: why do i wanna say your waist, also knuckles

no idea why i just feel like if he weren't allowed to kiss your lips for any reason he would kiss there

but he definitely needed you to initiate the physical contact when you first started dating

speaking of which

dates with sae

100% movie nights, or just staying at home in general

mans hates going out if it's unnecessary

although, if you want anything he'd do it for you in an instant

or when he's feeling extra energetic

he'll take you dancing; this can either be ballroom dancing (which makes you cringe a bit but it's fun), salsa or literally just clubbing

i think he secretly loves clubbing at techno clubs (is that what they're called?) he hates commercial music cuz it just gets so repetitive

ideal vacation destination: somewhere isolated

like a random island in greece

or some forest in south america

idk man

he absolutely hates tourist destinations, tourists are his no.1 worst enemy

that's why you always end up going on holiday at random times of the year

"hey love, take a few days off next week. we're going to bora–bora." "it's the middle of march..." "not in bora–bora." "that's not how it works..." "i've already bought the tickets and spoken to your boss so you really just have to start packing."

now about pet names

he generally doesn't like them and thinks they're cringe and annoying

which they can be if used excessively ig

he tends to call you by a nickname or just your name

he only uses pet names when he wants something or has something to tell you that he knows you'll be angry/annoyed about

like the fact he planned a whole trip to bora–bora in middle of march and didn't tell you a thing 😞

however, if you're open about how much you hate him doing things without involving you he will change his ways

he's a quick learner after all ❤️‍🔥

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gretavanfleetposts · 1 year

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Make Her Happy

Author's Note: I took way too much melatonin last night and, as I laid there on my death bed this morning, I finally wrote it, Josh unable to make your date so he sends Jake instead, because I love silly little unrealistic situations. This is also unedited because I still can hardly see straight lol like it was A LOT of melatonin. I took it and 20 minutes later realized what I had done and said…fuck. Anyways, idk, enjoy

Content Warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, overstimulation, penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact), swearing

Word Count: 6k

You'd spent over an hour preparing Josh's favorite pasta for date night, setting up plates meticulously with pretty napkins folded beside them, drinks already poured as the night grew later and you grew even more antsy for his arrival. You'd hardly had a moment to yourselves with the new album coming out. Josh had been busy and when he wasn't busy, he was exhausted. But he'd promised you a date night and you were going to make the most of it while you still had him under your fingers, frilly blue lingerie tucked away under your clothing and all.

You were giddy with excitement when you heard the doorbell, though Josh didn't usually use the bell. You didn't care though, and as you plated the last of the pasta on his end of the table, nice and hot and ready to be enjoyed, you skipped over to the door to greet your boyfriend.

And, given all of the work you had put into the evening, given all of the excitement you'd felt, even given the way you'd held off on touching yourself last night in favor of letting Josh be the one to get you off, it was entirely understandable that when you flung the door open, your reaction was what is was.

"Oh, you're not Josh."

Jake's face immediately fell from a wide grin to that of a displeased grimace.

"Good to see you, too," he said sarcastically as he pushed past you into your house to shirk off his coat and chelsea boots. "Josh got caught up with his voice coach," he explained as he moved.

You sighed, your disappointment easily showing through your demeanor. You weren't surprised, really. He'd been canceling a lot lately. You understood, of course. Well, you tried anyway. You tried to be the loving, supportive girlfriend no matter what.

Still, it sucked to miss another night with him.

"Guess I'll just put this in Tupperware then," you murmured as you moved to collect the dishes from the dining table.

But Jake stopped you with a quick grab of your wrist as he pried a plate from your hand and set it back down on the table.

"Well hey, now, I haven't eaten," he protested, his look turning into that of a wounded puppy the longer you gave him the glare you'd been sending him.

"It's for Josh," you explained, picking the plate back up again. "He's been talking about it all week, I'll just save it."

But Jake took the plate from your hands once again.

"Well he sent me to…fill in. So by that rule, you have to share."

"What do you mean 'fill in'?" you asked cautiously, your hesitation growing as that look in his eyes did, a look that somehow suggested he was up to something. The twins were up to something. That was never good.

"He knows he's been very hit or miss lately," he shrugged. "He didn't want to stand you up again. 'Make her happy,' he said."

You scoffed at him despite the way he almost looked like he genuinely wanted to eat dinner with you.

"That's ridiculous, I am happy."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, thank you," you said a bit more sternly before adding, for good measure, "I don't need a filler."

You'd eat alone, like you did every other night he'd had to cancel. You'd put on the TV and knit or read a book alone, too. And then you'd go to bed alone and let your vibrator do the work you really wanted Josh to do. It was fine. You understood.

"So you're going to let all of this work go to waste yet again? How many times has he done this this month?"

You didn't answer, mostly because Jake didn't need to hear it, didn't need the satisfaction that no, you really didn't want to spend another night alone. But God, you didn't. You wanted someone to eat with you, someone to curl up on the couch with you, someone to touch you. No, not someone. You wanted Josh.

You sighed as you dropped your gaze to your feet. "I know he's busy. It'll be better once the album is out."

"Such an understanding girlfriend," he answered in a mocking tone, earning an eye roll from you.

"Okay well if he really sent you, why didn't he text me first to at least ask?"

For all you knew, Josh had let Jake know he'd be late and Jake had decided to swoop in and save the day. Not that you really thought he'd do that but still.

"Have you checked your phone?"

"Of course I've-" you started before realizing your phone had been charging in another room while dinner had been cooked. You hadn't in fact checked it in a while though you weren't entirely sure it had made any noise either in that time.

Holding up a finger to Jake silently, you retreated from the room to find your phone, sitting there on its charger with 100% battery and a single text from Josh that you had clearly missed.

"Can't make it tonight. I'm sorry, love. Let Jake keep you company tonight. And then I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Surely that didn't mean…

No, why would it? It was ridiculous to think Josh meant anything other than let Jake have dinner with you. Were you really that desperate that you hoped there was another meaning?

You met Jake in the other room where he still stood, only now with a wide, smug grin plastered across his face as you gave him a conceding look without ever admitting you had in fact gotten a text from Josh.

"Fine. But dinner only," you relented. "Then you can go home and I can go to bed."

With my vibrator, you finished the sentence silently.

You were pent up, to say the least. But you could fake a date with Jake for an hour or two. Surely you could.

"Dinner only," he agreed with a smile that suggested it would not just be dinner only.

Okay, maybe you couldn't.

—

Admittedly, you'd hoped that by the time dinner was finished, he would excuse himself for the night. But he didn't, and after helping you stack dishes into the sink to be washed some other time, he took your hands in his and pulled you into him with a hum, a makeshift song for you to dance to in the kitchen. And any other night, you might have twirled with your boyfriend's brother in your kitchen, might have even giggled when he accidentally stepped on your toes, but you were aching for a moment alone to relieve yourself of the tension that had been building in your body when you had thought you'd be spending the night with Josh. And his hands.

"Jake, I don't want to dance," you groaned as you resisted his attempts like a spoiled child not getting what she wanted.

"Oh come on, this cannot be all you do on date night with him," Jake pushed back, refusing to let your wrists drop from his hands.

"It's not, I just-" you started but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"Okay well, if it's not then you have to do with me whatever you'd do with him. I'm the substitute tonight. His orders were don't let the date fall through."

You ignored the feeling that sprang up deep inside your stomach at the implication that Jake would do whatever it is you usually did with Josh.

"Since when do you listen to him anyway?" you groaned again, still tugging helplessly at your wrists.

Was Jake strong? Oh god, stop thinking.

"Since I was sent to make his girlfriend's night not shit," he corrected you in a stern voice that almost sounded frustrated but more than anything, sounded adamant.

And you couldn't help but sigh and stop the struggle you were putting up as your shoulders fell.

So you weren't getting a moment alone. Not for a while, at least. That's okay. You'd waited a few days to get off with Josh already, what was a few more hours?

God. Hours.

"Okay, okay, fine," you relented, not doing much to hide your disappointment although Jake seemed satisfied as he gave you a soft, "Good," and let your hands fall.

"Now what do you usually do after dinner?"

Well, that was a bit tricky.

We usually do what I've been wanting to do all night.

You couldn't say that though.

"Well, usually we…" you started, trailing off and hoping he'd find the rest of the sentence in the silence. But clearly, he didn't. Or maybe he just wanted to hear you say it out loud. That was probably it, the smug bastard.

"I'm listening," he said as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Usually we…ya know…" you started and trailed off yet again, lifting your shoulders to mimic the way your eyebrows moved in insinuation.

He made a face back, covering the amused look he had in his eyes. "God, on a full stomach?"

"I don't need your judgment," you snapped back, your mood declining the longer you were denied an orgasm.

"Alright, alright," he backtracked, "and then what after?"

You shrugged. "And then sometimes we watch a movie, sometimes we just talk, sometimes we play a game. Just depends on…stuff."

You knew what you meant by stuff and it seemed he knew what you meant by stuff too because he nodded and suddenly the stark amusement was back, flooding his stupid, beautiful face just like it did his twin, though on much rarer occasion.

"Okay well, I'm more of a sex before dinner type of guy but I guess we can switch the order. Movie first though, you don't eat pasta before running a marathon."

Surely he was kidding. Although, it didn't really seem like he was kidding. Still, the stunned silence on your face earned a laugh from him, utterly pleased with himself as it were, and he dragged you into the living room, choosing to ignore your silence to keep the night going as best he could.

Silence was probably better than the disgustingly horny thoughts that suddenly filled your mind at the thought of Jake filling his brother's role in that way. His hands holding your hips, his mouth against your skin, his cock-

No, silence was definitely better.

"What movie?" Jake's voice shook you from your string of filthy thoughts as he flipped through Netflix titles carelessly, remote in hand.

"Um, it was Josh's night to pick so I guess that means you get to pick," you answered meekly as you found the corner of the couch and snuggled up with the pillow, trying to be discrete as you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to put yourself out of your misery, even just a little bit.

"Fair enough," he answered in a low voice, navigating to one of his favorite movies, a documentary about pirates that thankfully was only an hour long.

You could suffer for another hour.

But as the opening credits came rolling across the screen, he pulled a blanket from his corner of the couch and gestured you over to him with a wave of his hand.

"Come on, I won't bite."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.

"I'm not entirely sure I believe that."

He gave you a laugh back as he lifted the blanket for your approaching body and let it settle over top of you, pulling you into his side easily with one arm.

"Well, I guess if date night usually includes biting," he mused, turning his eyes back to the screen.

"Sometimes it does," you shrugged against him as you got cozy.

Maybe it wouldn't be an hour of suffering. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad at all. Although, the heat from his skin left you almost dizzy as you curled up next to him.

Pirates. Just focus on the pirates.

"I am sorry he's not here," Jake's voice caught your attention again. "And I know he is too."

You already knew Josh was likely beside himself over the fact that he had missed yet another date. And you weren't angry. Sexually frustrated? Sure. But not angry.

"It's okay," you sighed. "Thank you for coming. I do appreciate it."

"Yeah, of course."

When the movie ended an hour later, Jake shut the TV off, leaving you both alone in silence and now, in the dark, leaving to think back to Josh's text about Jake keeping you company and then Jake's more forward comments about pasta and marathons.

"I'm gonna go clean up from dinner," you said as you cleared your throat and pried yourself away from Jake's body heat to stand and head toward the kitchen. But Jake stood after you.

"I can do that," he offered in a soft tone, adding after a much huskier, "Later."

You were almost afraid to ask.

"Later?"

He nodded with a thin smile on his lips and eyes that drooped a little more toward the bedroom-y end of the spectrum. Not that he didn't almost always have 'fuck me' eyes. That was a trait the three brothers shared.

"Yes, after you're asleep."

After I'm asleep. Are you planning on soothing me to sleep, Jake?

"Didn't realize you were planning on staying that long," was all you said back, trying desperately to shove the thought of your aching center from your mind and act like you were perfectly fine, nothing was wrong, you weren't hoping Josh was letting you do what Jake looked like he was planning on doing regardless.

"Well, I think we've missed one crucial part of the night," he gave you a shrug back. So nonchalant. But then his eyes turned a little bit darker and you saw every intention behind them. "And I don't plan to miss out on any part of date night."

You weren't sure if the scoff you meant to give him had happened out loud or in your head.

"You're not serious."

"I am very serious," he nodded. "Josh said-"

"There's no way he meant-"

"You want to read that text again?"

You were silent for a pause, knowing his text was inconspicuous and you were likely just looking for any green light to act on your more horny of feelings, before you gave him a shake of your head.

"Okay but surely that's not what he meant. I mean, I'm not going to have sex with you, Jake. I can't have sex with you."

You weren't entirely sure you were saying it for him though surely that didn't hurt.

"Why not?" was all he asked back.

You were incredulous at the question. "Why not? Why not? Do you hear yourself right now?"

"You wanna call him and ask?"

"No, I'm not going to call him and ask!"

Finally Jake rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his pocket, clicking around a few moments before handing it to you, outstretched with a text exchange between him and his twin open on the screen.

"Here."

"Missing our date again. Can't make it out of the studio. I hate the idea of her there alone, eating the pasta I asked for by herself yet again."

"Want me to go eat it for you?"

"Will you? I just don't want to disappoint her again. I don't want her to be alone."

"Yeah, I'll fill in"

"I'm giving you permission to give her the whole date experience, just this once. Just please make her happy."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I've seen the way you look at her. I'm not an idiot. Just this once."

As you finished reading through the text messages, you couldn't deny the feeling of anticipation building again the way it had when you'd heard the knock on the door earlier in the night, thinking it was Josh.

You and Josh hadn't touched each other in a while, hadn't really found a moment between the busy schedule of being in a band and the exhaustion that seemed to follow him those days. And you really were desperate for the touch of another person, although it was hardly desperation that would lead you into Jake's arms.

You watched as he put his phone back in his pocket and stood with a waiting look, waiting for either a quiet yes or a very loud no, probably.

He could take care of you. Maybe not as well as Josh can but, guitar fingers, and all…

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," you sighed as you shook your head, really stunned that it was happening at all, feeling even more riled up now that you knew it wouldn't just be you and your vibrator yet again.

But Jake wasn't stunned though, rather, he was pleased, and you eyed him carefully as a wide smile spread across his lips.

"Is that a yes? Are you gonna let me make you happy?"

You took a deep breath, a very deep breath, before you finally nodded, moisture already pooling between your legs quite shamelessly.

"That's…that's a yes."

It seemed impossible that his smile could grow even wider, but grow it did at your consent.

"Well shit now I'm nervous," he mused as he stepped toward you and took your waist in his hands to pull you into him without so much as letting you warm up to the idea.

But you gave him an eye roll knowing he was full of shit and hoping it hid your own nerves.

"No you're not," you answered back in a voice much closer to a whisper despite your best efforts not to let the nerves show in your voice.

"No, I'm not," he repeated with a devilish grin, and suddenly your heart was practically leaping out of your chest. "This isn't going to be very Josh-like," he said again, lifting one hand to your neck to let his thumb push your jaw up and angle your face toward him.

"I wouldn't expect it to be," you said in a whisper back, your voice already failing you, it seemed.

"I just need you to do one thing for me."

"What's that?"

"Let yourself relax," he smiled, probably smug due to the way you were practically melting in his hands already. "It'll be easier for me to make you feel good if you do."

You felt a knot form in your throat at his words, 'make you feel good', and you gulped it down.

"I don't know if I can," you admitted, your eyes locked to his as your breathing came faster in the background.

"Just breathe. I'm just here to make you happy," he smiled again as he dipped his face low to press his lips to your collarbone, earning a sharp gasp and the opposite of his order to breathe as he did so.

The feeling was immediate, the need, the pure ache. You wanted him to touch you, you wanted more, you wanted his hands and his lips all over your body. You needed him to help you come.

"I'll go slow, I promise," he assured you as he pulled you by the waist harder into his body, his lips growing feverish as they kissed along your skin up the side of your neck and along your jaw. "Ease you into it," he mumbled.

God, I don't want to go slow. Please don't make me go slow.

Your body practically cried out for him, for his touch. It was entirely different than Josh's. He felt entirely different than Josh. But it was breathtaking nonetheless, made all the better by the feeling that it was something you weren't supposed to have, like a deep sin that made your mouth water.

"What if I don't want you to go slow?" you breathed out in between the movements of his lips scrambling every coherent thought in your brain and he pulled back with a smile on his lips and a chuckle on his tongue.

"Then I'll go as fast as you want me, baby."

With that, he delved his hands into your hair and brought your face to his, kissing you hard and practically short-circuiting your brain in the process.

Oh god, he was good at that.

Never breaking the kiss, his hands searched blindly along the path to your bedroom, saving you from bumping into a few things along the way, before his hands finally got busy stripping you of your clothes when you reached the destination.

You might have been embarrassed, too, being seen by your boyfriend's twin naked for the first time, if it hadn't been for the desperation you'd been feeling for days now drawing you to him and his touch without shame. And once your clothes were happily scattered along your bedroom floor, he connected your lips yet again and backed you up against the nearest wall where your head hit with a thud, the pain absolutely nothing compared to the electric pleasure it sent jolting through your body.

There, with you against the wall, he silently sank to his knees, lifting your leg gently up over his shoulder as he came eye-level with your heat.

Fuck, yes, put your mouth on me. A tongue is so much better than a toy.

You were afraid to look down at him, afraid you'd remember it was Jake there instead of Josh and suddenly freak out before you got what it was you wanted. So instead, you fixed your eyes to the wall opposite you and didn't dare stop him as he dove between your legs, flicking his tongue across your aching, throbbing clit.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, your hands immediately moving to grab at his hair.

It was harder to grab than Josh's but just as easy to pull.

Your hips sought friction along his face as he ate you with fervency, his tongue taking turns flicking your clit and rolling it on the tip of his tongue and delving into you to taste you better.

And Jake's tongue was good but Josh's tongue was better. But when it came to fingers though, it was the exact opposite, evident in the almost pornographic moan that slurred from your lips as Jake prodded a finger into you and began to pump while his lips wrapped around your clit to suck.

"Holy shit, that feels good, don't stop," you breathed out like it was A singular word as your leg still up around his shoulder clamped down tighter, drawing him closer to you and keeping him there.

He only hummed against you, lapping at your clit like he was starved as he continued to curl his finger to brush against your g-spot like he'd had no trouble finding it, soon adding another finger to the mix as he worked to relieve you of the tension that had wound so tightly over the course of, well, the last month really.

You shamelessly ground against his face, writhing against the wall, making sounds louder than you would have thought in his hands. You'd be embarrassed when he came up for air but for now, your focus was tunneling in on one thing and one thing only, the thing you'd been needing since before he'd set foot in your home: the orgasm about to tear through your body and release itself on his tongue.

The wet sound of his tongue lapping at your center was obscene but it only spurred forward your pleasure as the first waves of your orgasm began to roll through you and an ungodly noise escaped your lips like a cry.

God, it felt good to come undone at someone else's hands other than your own, especially Jake's very skilled ones.

He worked you through it diligently, lapping it up until you were so sensitive, your hands pushed his face away and you squirmed against the wall. But Jake didn't stop his movements, didn't even slow them.

"Oh god, Jake, please, too much," you pleaded with him as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

He seemed almost to press his lips harder against you, seemed to suck your clit harder as you writhe and struggled to see straight, struggled to stand straight.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," you whispered as your vision began to go blurry, and suddenly overstimulation threatened to turn into another orgasm, a little more dull but still breathtakingly pleasurable as it approached out of almost nowhere.

He kept going to push you through it despite your body trying to retreat from the feeling. And with your fingers unable to find any purchase against the smooth wall, you held onto his head for dear life to keep your legs from buckling.

And then the second one hit you, taking every bit of air from your lungs as it did. You were pretty sure you were hurting him, too, with the way you grabbed at his hair and pulled, but you didn't really care and he didn't seem to care because he worked you through it with his fingers, licking around the sensitive bundle of nerves instead of directly over it as his fingers curled and grazed that spot with a slower rhythm until he stopped altogether and stood to his feet, catching you against him before your legs had the opportunity to give out.

"Those fucking noises," he whispered into you hair as he gave you a minute to breathe and regain your strength.

Only a minute though.

With his hands in your hair again, he pulled your head back to look at him, taking in the way your face flushed and the drained look you were already wearing with a pleased smile.

"I need you to stand for me, okay? Just a little longer," he asked in a soft voice that could have killed you, really. Like he was pleading with you to be good for him just a little longer.

And God, did you want to be good for him just a little bit longer.

With a nod of agreement, he walked you back toward the bed.

"Good, turn around and put your hands on the bed."

You did as you were told even though your legs were absolutely shaking and you weren't entirely sure how long you'd be able to maintain the position.

But then you felt the heat of his skin behind you, the rock hard feeling of his erection pressed against the back of your leg, and you no longer cared about the burn. It didn't even register in your mind.

"Tell me if I'm too rough, okay?" he asked in a whisper against your ear as he leaned over you one last time.

Please be too rough.

"Yes, sir," you whispered back, something you'd never said in bed before since Josh wasn't really the type but something Jake seemed to utterly enjoy judging by the way his cock twitched against your thigh.

"Ooh, I like that," he answered, a smile palpable in his voice as he straightened.

From behind you, you heard the work of him pulling a condom out of somewhere, probably his wallet in his discarded jeans, and you waited as patiently as you were capable of for him to wrap it around himself and line himself up with your entrance. Not that patient, truthfully, as you stood there practically presenting yourself to him, pushing back against nothing until finally it was him there.

"Such a good girl, falling in line for me so easily," he dropped his sweeter demeanor in favor of one a little bit cocky for your taste.

Not that you weren't falling in line very easily for him.

But every thought in your head flooded out the window as he pushed into you, one long, languid thrust to the hilt that had you moaning at the feeling, the strength of your arms being tested under the weight of dizzying pleasure.

"I think you secretly wanted this the moment I showed up. I think you like being a little slut," he grunted as he withdrew and gave you another sharp thrust.

"Yes, fuck, I wanted it," you admitted. Really anything just to spur him on.

"What was that?" he asked in a growl, his hands grabbing your hips and holding you down on his cock as you clenched around him.

"I wanted it, sir," you corrected yourself in the sweetest voice you could manage.

It seemed to please.

"There it is," he muttered as he rewarded you instantly with a threatening pace.

It was wholly different than being with Josh, the way he spoke, the way his teeth clenched as he fucked you like he was trying not to spill inside of you already. He was a lot rougher although there was still something gentle in the way his hands wrapped around your hips and guided you back to meet his thrusts, even if his words were far from gentle.

"Fuck, you are tight," he mumbled to himself before raising his voice to speak to you again. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear you beg for my cock. Beg me for more."

He really didn't have to ask twice.

"Please, Jake, more, keep going. Your cock feels so fucking good inside of me but I need more. I need it harder," you begged, practically sobbed, totally unaware that you had called him Jake and not sir.

But he had caught it.

"Fuck, that was almost perfect, baby," he said with a frustrated tone as he halted his movements suddenly, begrudgingly.

"Fuck! No, I meant sir, please, sir, don't stop," you begged as you realized your mistake, your hips wiggling to try and do the work yourself, to try and coax him back into fucking you.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," he answered, breathing already labored despite the fact that he was still very much in control of the situation.

You were doing the work yourself, pushing your hips back onto his, but there wasn't much power behind it and it left you wanting more, desperate to come again even though you had twice before.

"Please, sir, fuck me harder, please," you tried again, saying anything you could think of that might have ignited some mercy in him. "I need to feel your cock filling me up, I need to come all over it, sir."

And finally, he lifted you into a stand by your hair, just to whisper into your ear, "See? That's how you get what you fucking want," before dropping you back down onto the mattress and thrusting into you so hard that you had no time to regain your stance as he fucked you face first into the mattress, using it as an opportunity to get better leverage to push into you.

You were fairly certain you were leaving the planet, fairly certain you were ascending to something higher, practically drunk on his cock and his words, his fucking words. And the flow of obscenities and unholy noises on your tongue came freely, uninhibited as he fucked you into an almost mindless state.

"Is this what you want, you little slut? You want me to fuck you into the mattress like this?"

"Yes, sir, just like that, just like that." It was broken sobs more than words as your eyes began to water.

Josh didn't fuck you like this and while you didn't need it to be a regular thing, it felt good to be had like this after the frustration of not seeing your boyfriend yet again. It felt good to be taken care of.

It felt good to just be railed, really.

His hand splayed flat on your back between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the mattress, which was probably a good thing as it muffled your cries, and with your legs shaking and your ass still presented to him, he angled up to hit your g-spot better, harder, doing most of the work now to keep you standing.

You were going to come, it wasn't really a choice. It was going to tear through you without any mercy if he kept doing what he was doing and saying what he was saying.

"You gonna remember the way this feels? You gonna remember how it felt being drunk on my cock when you're alone with your fingers inside of you and a toy pressed to your needy little clit?"

I'm going to think about it almost every day.

You couldn't even form words as your eyes began to roll and pleasure began to take over.

"Yeah, I think you are," he grunted in smug satisfaction.

"Sir, I'm gonna come," you sobbed suddenly, not entirely sure if you'd need permission but not wanting to risk it just in case.

You desperately needed to come around him, you needed it more than you needed air in your lungs.

"Not unless you ask fucking nicely, you're not," he growled, hips still snapping hard up into yours, even as his rhythm began to falter.

It was hard to form words but you did your best to find something that would satisfy him. The truth, as it turned out.

"Please, sir, can I come? Can I please come on your cock, sir? I want it so badly, so fucking badly," you begged as you cried through the pleasure.

"Well shit," was all he said for a second as he pounded into you like he was going to come himself.

But then finally, he seemed to regain himself and he tangled his hand in your hair to pull you back onto his cock with even more force.

"Come for me, baby, come all over my cock. Make a mess of it."

It was all you needed to come screaming his name into the mattress as he released inside of you with an unholy sound that you'd remember until the day you died.

His movements were choppy that time as he worked you through it, milking himself at the same time before he finally pulled out and left you standing there, legs like jello as he took a step back to admire his work.

"Now that's a fucking sight," he whispered to himself.

And then he was there helping you stand and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

"I didn't break you, did I?" he asked as he set you down in the bathroom and began wiping you off with warm water.

"No, no, I'm-I'm good," you answered, voice still just as shaky as your legs.

It made him laugh.

"Little bit rougher-"

"Little bit rougher than-yeah," you nodded, absolutely out of breath.

A lot rougher than Josh.

Interesting.

"Let me get you to bed," he said finally as he finished with you and himself, helping you back to the bed you'd come from.

"There's no part of date night that I missed, is there?" he asked as he tucked you snugly beneath the covers, into the warmth of relief from the tension, finally.

"Well, Josh usually stays with me," you gave a light smile and he laughed again before nodding.

"Of course," he whispered as he climbed into bed next to you, keeping a bit of distance between you but not arguing when you practically burrowed into his side.

Just for the night.

"I know this is never happening again," he started after a beat of silence, "but for what it's worth, I'll be thinking about it for a very long time."

It was your turn to laugh and though you agreed, you didn't admit it.

"Thank you, Jake," was all you said. "Thank you for a good date night."

When you woke, it was Josh next to you instead of his twin. And in the sleepy haze of early morning, you stared up at him, the beautiful boy sleeping peacefully, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you drifted back to sleep.

#jake kiszka #gvf #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #fic #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka smut #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic

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kaeyapilled · 5 months

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I’m pretty new to kaeya ships and I want to know how Kaebedo appeals to you!! /This isn't a sarcastic question I promise 😭

So far, the only ship I get is Rosakae because haha bi couple/girl that says bruhh x guy that says hiii

Do you have any recommended kaebedo fanfics? Thank you <33

i think the biggest appeal of kaebedo to me is the parallels between them. both are from khaenri'ah and were abandoned by a parent figure with an unclear mission on their shoulders and ended up finding a home in a place they fear they will have to betray one day. even without a romantic lens there is SO much potential here!!! they must know of each other's secret to some degree, there's no way they don't. they could form such a deep connection based on these shared origins. let them bond hoyoverse!!!!

its insane to me that kaeya and albedo have never exchanged more than five words in game when theres so much material to work with here.. especially because they DO know each other! the game tells us that! kaeya has an "about albedo" voiceline (Albedo, eh? Calm, collected, and incredibly talented. He's the type everybody likes, some even more so than others. What, you into him as well?), albedo doesnt have an "about kaeya" voiceline but he does mention him in one of his "more about albedo" ones (The time required to sketch portraits closely correlates with one's mood. I could spend half a day sketching Huffman, while I might only need three strokes of the pencil to sketch Kaeya — one for the face, one for the eyepatch string... and one for the eyepatch.) and, actually, pairing that with this

from a past event i think we can say it's implied that albedo draws kaeya fairly often. kaeya seems to babysit klee frequently, which is all the more chance for them to get to know each other more..... they live in the same region and have so many themes in common LET THEM TALK! LET THEM TALK!! kaebedo as a ship is kind of built from the ground up with just minimal canon content and our wild imaginations but hey. the potential is right there. also i think they look cute together. anyway, fanfic recs, you say? i have some<3

Calcium, Carbonate, and Other Things That Run Bone-Deep by Princeliest

Albedo comes knocking at Kaeya's office door, and asks Kaeya to kill him. All in all, it's the worst falling-in-love experience that Kaeya has ever had. (Albedo fears a lot of things. He's never reached out for help with any of them, but he's also never had anyone see him and reach out first.)

this is genuinely one of the best fics ive ever read in my life it's SO good. i kept rotating it inside my mind for days afterwards. and the kaebedo dynamic here is one of my favorite renditions of it too!!!!! like they cannot live through a normal love story it has to be weird when they are both involved. and this fic executes the brand of weirdness i expect from kaebedo perfectly. the characterization for both of them was really good. warning for some body horror but if you're okay with that it's part of the charm in this fic i really enjoyed reading those parts

this wordless dance, in the night by untunedviola

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Kaeya mutters into Albedo’s chest. Albedo pulls him closer. Gentle fingers thread through his hair. “You don’t have to.” He sighs. “I know.” Kaeya’s relationship with his mother tongue, his family, and Albedo develops in fits in starts.

i just reread this while searching through recs on my bookmarks and!!!!!!!!! this is THE kaebedo relationship study EVER. it's so good. its more focused on kaeya since it's from his point of view but albedo is a central crucial part of it. it explores their connection to khaenri'ah and the connection they could have with each other because of it SO well it's really amazing! the angst is delightful i love this one.

and you should check out this author's other works!! seriously the way they write kaebedo is like the best ever. i havent read all of them but the ones i have read were immediate favorites. untunedviola if youre out there

The Curious Investigation on the Investigation Captain by evesbeve

“This is not an invitation to spoil me,” Albedo says through a bite, a hand over his mouth. “As you have with Klee.” “I have no idea what you are talking about," Kaeya laughs. “Although… would it really be that bad, if I wanted to take care of you?” (Or: When Sucrose mentions that she's been worried about Albedo and his constant cases of zoning out, Kaeya takes it upon himself to investigate the situation.)

a lighter, fluffier work to make up for the angst of the previous recs. so sweet youll get cavities honestly. works to read while giggling about how much you love these silly little characters. bonus ragbros and other mond characters. really nice read!!!!

i wish i had more recs but i really dont. i need to read more about them honestly.

im deeply sorry for taking like three months to answer!! many such cases im afraid. i hope my kaebedo propaganda has worked on you or anyone else reading this

#WHEW THIS TOOK A WHILE TO TYPE OUT #askpilled #kaebedo #kaeya #kaeya alberich #albedo #albedo kreideprinz #kaeyaposting #also lmao rosakae as girl who says bruh and guy who says hiii is so real #fic recs

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fuckingstrange · 4 months

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| Day22: Mornings with you |

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WARNINGS: Bad sleeping habits, mention of taking sleeping pills, coffee burn, singular kiss

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WORDS: 805

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (think so)

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It is 8am. I am going to bed. Goodnight. Enjoy.

You lay in bed, watching the credits begin to roll from a horror movie you just watched. It's not until you feel Spencer begin to gently stroke your hair that you pull your gaze from the screen, turning your head back to meet his gaze. He looks at you with an expression of concern, glancing over at the alarm clock. Your eyes follow his, seeing the bright red letters read 5:47am. “Shit, it's that late?” You ask in a whisper, having not realized that you managed to stay up all night again. You thought it was at most 3 in the morning.

Spencer’s brows furrow as he watches you adjust your position so you can lay down next to him rather than along the middle like you were while watching the movie, making him turn onto his side so he can face you. “I'm gonna assume you didn't sleep. again?”. You just give him an apologetic look, whispering a weak “sorry”. He sighs and reaches out, giving your cheek a gentle brush before pinching it. “Dummy. Don't apologize. Are you even tired yet?” He asks, the corners of his lips turning a bit downward in preparation for the obvious answer. A shake of your head.

He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling before opening his eyes again. He motions for you to get ready for work, knowing that you'd just beg on your hands and knees to go to work, then go anyway even if he tries to make you stay home. He pulls himself out of bed with you, getting up and going over to the closet. “You might wanna try sleeping pills, baby. You haven't been able to sleep well in.. forever. But now you're starting to go days without, and I'm worried. This is day two. What if you start hallucinating? People go insane without sleep, even if they don't realize it. One can only live ten or eleven days without a lick of sleep.” He rambles, words a little quick since he genuinely is worried about how bad your sleep schedule has gotten.

You silence him with a kiss, letting your lips linger on his until he sighs and kisses back. Only then do you pull back after a few seconds, looking at him with an apologetic gaze. “I'll try to get better sleep tonight, yeah? I'll even.. ask Hotch if I can come home from work a little early. That soothe ya’ nerves, pretty boy?” You ask in a slightly teasing manner, smiling when Spencer nods his head. You and him get dressed in silence, and only now do you begin to feel tired. He notices, picking up on the subtle way you slow down your movements a bit to preserve energy.

Spencer gets dressed a bit quicker, exiting the bedroom to start a pot of coffee for you before heading over to the door and working on his converse. The coffee machine manages to finish making the entire pot before you exit the bedroom, Spencer sighing when he notes you probably managed to doze off within the four minutes it took. He grabs a mug and fills it, taking it over to the bedroom where he sees you nearly asleep sitting on the bed, head dipped a bit but gaze trying to remain on the TV.

He stands there for a second, biting his lip as he looks you up and down, his worry only growing. Spencer, with the mug of hot coffee in his hand, walks over to you and taps your shoulder. You jolt awake, accidentally smacking his arm and making the hot coffee splash onto your forearm. He yelps as you groan, setting the mug on the floor as he grabs ahold of your wrist and pulls your arm to him to check the damage. “you're burnt!” He exclaims, looking at the slightly reddened skin. You respond with a sarcastic “Oh, no, really? Thought that was just a birthmark.”

Spencer glares at you, though doesn't comment on your words. He just picks the mug that's a bit more than half full of coffee and carefully hands it to you, watching you take a sip and nearly burn your tounge. “..you really are dumb.” He mutters under his breath, standing up and slowly pulling you onto your own feet too.

Thankfully, the next ten minutes it takes to get ready is simple. No more burns, plenty more two seconds power naps, and more than needed worried glares from Spencer. You each make it out to the car just fine, still nursing on the coffee Spencer made for you. You open his door for him, checking to make sure all his limbs are out of the way before shutting it and jogging over to the driver's side, sliding in and starting the engine.

#spencer reid #hotboxed x-mas ficlist #spencer reid x gn!reader #fluff #goodnight bros

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aomine-ryo · 1 year

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Um hello. It’s been a year? Two? I don’t even know. But I’m back (kind of) to writing. It’s been a strange time while I was gone, but I’ve really missed you guys and writing so I wrote up a lil scenario for Aomine (ofc) to get me back in the groove of things. (Definitely not based off of life experiences ha ha…)

Anyways, hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see what’s been going on in the knb community while I was gone xx

Scenario: your ex, Aomine tries to get back in your life

gender neutral reader

daiki: hey, you awake?

You stared at the text notification from your ex at 2 in the morning. What on earth did he want?

y/n: hi yeah I’m awake. is something wrong?

You haven’t spoken to Aomine in months since the breakup. In fact, even hearing his name would send shudders through every muscle in your body. Thinking back to one of the worst breakups of your life was surely not something you wanted to revisit, especially since you were doing much better for yourself now.

daiki: wanna catch up at the park? I can pick you up from yours.

Just reading that notification made you queasy. There’s no way he just wanted to hang out after ghosting you for months; let alone after breaking up with you out of absolutely nowhere when you thought things were going well.

“You alright y/n?” the hoarse yet comforting voice next to you asked. Your boyfriend looked over at you with a concerned look, the light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine. Just zoned out I think,” you replied. You considered telling him that Aomine texted, but you didn’t want to make it a big deal because it wasn’t— you didn’t need Aomine in your life. You had all you wanted right next to you.

“Maybe you should get some sleep then, my love,” he suggested, leaning over to place a light kiss on your head, instantly making your queasiness go away.

As much as you wanted to find out what Aomine would possibly say to you and maybe even let out the thoughts you’ve been dying to get out to him for ages, it was more trouble than it was worth. So you just left the message unanswered and went to sleep.

About a week later, you were at Kise’s birthday party. It was unfortunate that you and Aomine still had a lot of mutual friends, but this was a very big house party so the chances of you being forced to talk to him were slim, especially because you knew what he was like at parties like these. You agreed to meet your boyfriend at the party since you both had very hectic days prior to this, but he wasn’t here yet. And a text from him you got about twenty minutes after you arrived would let you know that he wasn’t going to be showing up at all. It wasn’t too big of an issue though, you just chatted with your friends and danced along to the music with everyone else.

Eventually you decided that you wanted to get a bit more to drink, so you excused yourself from the dance floor and headed into the kitchen.

“Oh hey y/n,” a familiar voice said, making your stomach sink instinctively.

You turned around from the drinks table and met eyes with your ex. There was a time in your life where you thought you’d forgotten his face altogether, but looking at him now, all the memories started flooding back in. You used to study his every feature, and it seems like nothing about him has changed.

“Uh hi Dai— Aomine.”

“It’s not a crime for you to call me by my first name, you know,” he said sarcastically, moving over to you to pour a drink for himself.

“Just feels a bit wrong,” you replied shortly.

“What’s wrong is that you completely ghosted me that night. Care to explain?”

“What does it matter to you? I’m sure you found someone else to hookup with instead,” you retorted bluntly. No matter what the situation was, you were always able to speak your mind with him. Maybe because you felt like he was in no place to judge you.

“You thought that was a booty call? No, I genuinely wanted to catch up. It’s been a while and I couldn’t sleep that night so I just figured,” he shrugged. He paused for a second, seemingly to go over his actions. ��Actually, on second thought, I see why you’d think that— the timing was a bit weird.”

“I’d say. Anyways, I’m gonna go back to my friends now—“

“No no, why don’t we head outside and talk for a bit. You owe me a catch up after all,” he cut you off, shifting a bit closer to you to stop you from leaving.

“I don’t owe you shit after the way you treated me,” you snapped, feeling a cocktail of emotions about this whole encounter in the first place.

“You know what? That’s fair. I’m sorry. But I do still want to talk— for old times sake,” Aomine negotiated, though it seemed like this confidence was a result of him progressively becoming drunker.

You sighed, “Fine. But I’ll have you know that if you say anything out of pocket I will not hesitate to slap you.”

Aomine nodded in agreement and the two of you headed out into the backyard. There were significantly fewer people out here and the music wasn’t deafening anymore, so it was a rather nice escape granted the person you were with could use some improvement.

“So what did you want to catch up on?” You asked as the two of you sat down on the wicker couch. He was awfully close to you and you could smell the familiar cologne. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or punch his face.

“Well actually, I wanted to apologise first for ending things the way I did. I was really immature about it all and I didn’t consider your feelings,” he said. It was weird hearing him say all of this so sincerely. He was always the type to joke about stuff and move on, so seeing him this serious was quite rare.

You narrowed your eyes at him in response, trying to find a tell in his face that would indicate that he was lying. “You’re being weird. Why aren’t you making your stupid jokes?”

“Because I’m serious about this. I do actually regret what I did,” he said, letting out an awkward chuckle when he realised that you were still the same you.

“Well, I’m over it so it’s whatever. I’m dating b/n now and he makes me happy.”

“Oh right yeah. You guys are dating. I forgot about that,” he muttered, the realisation hitting him like a truck.

“Mhm, so I’m sure you understand why us talking isn’t the best idea?” you nodded, taking a big sip of your drink that burned as it went down.

“I mean, I can’t cheat on you if you’re with someone else can I?” he said, a stupid grin on his face. There’s the Daiki you knew.

You tried your best to hold in a laugh and it was like the air got lighter. “I wouldn’t put it past you to find a way to make that happen,” you retorted.

So there you two were, smiling at each other like nothing’s changed; like he wasn’t the cause of the most gut wrenching pain you’ve ever felt— because at the same time, he was also the cause of the biggest smiles you’ve ever had.

“For the record, I’m a grown man now, I’ve learned from my mistakes,” Aomine beamed, head held high.

This time you couldn’t help but laugh. “I find that difficult to believe.”

“I’m serious. I hated the way I made you feel so I vowed to never hurt feelings again— on purpose at least,” he said, words slowly beginning to slur.

“I have to see it to believe it, I’m afraid,” you shrugged, beginning to feel a bit tipsy yourself.

“Then give me another chance. I’ll show you the full Daiki-boyfriend experience— none of that half assed crap I did last time— seriously how’d you fall for that?” he rambled.

“Don’t blame me for something you did. My taste in men is questionable,” you said defensively, the weight of Aomine’s words not registering in you head at all. “Plus you’re too late, I’m with b/n now.”

“You think he’s better than I am?”

“Well he hasn’t cheated so he’s got an up on you there,” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay but I’m taller than him.”

“That makes no difference to me.”

“I’m funnier than him.”

“He has his moments,” you shrugged.

“I’m stronger than him.”

“Not emotionally—“

“I can love you so much more than anyone in this entire world, I’d give you the moon if it meant that I can be the only one to make you smile,” he proclaimed. He seemed serious. The back and forth felt fairly witty until now. Now you were at a loss for words.

“You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” you replied in what was barely a whisper as you averted your gaze.

“Well they say drunk words are sober thoughts,” he sighed, slowly settling down. “I miss you, y/n.”

“I miss you too Daiki,” you replied almost instantly. Did you just say that? You glared at your drink, calling it all sorts of profanities in your head for making your inhibitions so difficult to control.

Aomine met your gaze with dark blue eyes that for once had a flurry of thoughts and emotions swirling through them. His expression was soft. He didn’t think you’d reply like that. Looking into his eyes like this brought you a comfort you couldn’t even begin to describe; a comfort you haven’t felt in so, so long.

The navy haired boy leaned in and it felt like time froze around you. The familiar scent, the familiar closeness, the familiar way your stomach twisted and turned— you wouldn’t dare to deprive yourself of this feeling you’d been aching for for months. When his lips crashed against yours it felt like happiness again; like you were transported to a world where everything worked out perfectly. As your hand ran through his soft hair and his pulled you closer by your waist, there was nothing that could compare.

Aomine eventually pulled away, but kept his hands on your waist and all you could feel was an ache for more. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, b/n—“

“If we tried again, would you really give it your all?” You cut him off, ignoring the wave of guilt you felt about your boyfriend.

“I’d worship you,” he assured with a soft smile.

You couldn’t help yourself from grinning at this point. Your lips met with his once again, your heart bursting with a warmth that only Aomine can bring.

“You know…” Aomine said once your lips parted.

“What?” You sighed, preparing yourself for the stupid banter you knew was gonna come next.

“You gave me all this shit for cheating, when you’re just as bad as I am,” he gave you a smirk that you just wanted to slap away.

“Shut up, I only gave you shit for it because you went for someone worse than me,” you scoffed.

Aomine looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “Fair enough. No one could ever compare.”

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #aomine daiki #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x reader #aomine daiki x reader

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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After a long debate with myself slelf I gave up and said “Fuck it, we publishing this now”. I felt like something was missing but I cannot for the life of me find out what. Anyways, Im hella down for a potential second part, so lemme know if yall would be interested in it, I‘d make the reader afab in that one tho.

Btw unless specified, I normally try to keep the reader gender neutral.

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NSFW Johnny x Reader - Talk dirty to me

Wordcount: roughly 2.2k

Short summary: Johnny discovers some mosquito bites on his companion and they get talking about some naughty stuff.

Warnings: Masturbation, Blowjob, Johnnys bug bite fetish, dirty talking, reader really likes some jockey from Kentucky (whoever that may be lmao)

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A book, campfire, a starry night sky, and two good friends. What more could one ask for? You certainly couldn't as you were comfortably laying down on your sleeping bag, skimming the pages of the book you picked up in the last town. It was just a little something to keep you busy during breaks.

"Whatcha readin'?" Johnny asked next to you, leaning over a little. You were laying on your stomach, not bothering to look over. "Romance novel. It's quite crappy though." You replied and Gyro let out his signature Nyo-ho-ho.

"Romance? Never took you for that kind of person." He said and sat down on his sleeping place. "I do not actually read it normally; I just took whatever I found in the store. But man, it's so bad. I feel sorry for anyone who got this with the genuine intention of enjoying it." You replied and closed the book. You'd make sure to grab a new one in the next town.

Gyro and Johnny just laughed before falling into a casual conversation that you just listened to. It was a nice relaxing Time in-between the heated race where you had to focus 100%. You sat up to get rid of your coat. It was more than warm enough, especially with the fire nearby, so you tossed it aside before laying back down. Your head found place on your crossed arms to rest and relax as you thought about which paths to take tomorrow.

Gyro and Johnny had stopped talking and silence lingered around the little camp. Your eyes looked up and saw Gyro laying down too, his signature hat placed onto his face. Looking over to you right you saw Johnny staring intensely at you, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Johnny?" Once he heard his name spoken, he prayed his eyes away. "Yeah?" "Why were you staring at me?" Johnny hesitated, his head looking from left to right. "Eh, you got a mosquito bite." He pointed out, his finger pointing at your arm. You turned to have a look at it and sure enough, four bites, varying in sizes. "Ah shit, they got me through the coat." You cursed, not knowing which effect these insignificant bites had on your blond friend.

He coughed, still looking incredibly flustered. You laid your head back down on your arms, enjoying the rest and not paying much attention to Johnny's weird behavior. You only noticed something was off when his eyes constantly went to your arm throughout the next half an hour.

He didn't know you watched him through your hair that nicely covered your face. Was it maybe worry, that you might have gotten an infection? Mosquitos did carry diseases so it could explain his weird behavior. But that theory was out of the window when he hesitantly extended his arm to have his fingers brush over the bites. As soon as his fingers touched your skin, you felt incredibly hot, unsure what to do.

His expression seemed pained almost, as he was biting his lip, his eyes squinting. "Johnny?" You called out, feeling a little weirded out as you weren't sure how to interpret his doing. Never in your life have you seen someone turn around so fast, desperately trying to pretend that didn't happen.

"Johnny, I know you're awake."

"I'm not."

"Sure." You replied sarcastically and waited but he wasn't going to explain himself. You came closer, poking him in his side.

"Johnnnyyy. Explain yourself. I'm not mad or anything, I just wanna know whyyy." You whined, your poking continuing before he grabbed your hand and shushed you. He arched his back, checking on Gyro who was still soundly sleeping, not noticing the commotion.

"Okay. But don't tell any soul! I will shoot you if you dare to tell anyone!" He threatened, aiming his finger at you. "Promise." You said and sat cross legged. Johnny propped himself up with his arms, his face looking away as he hesitantly spoke.

"Well I... This is really embarrassing but... I have a bug bite fetish." You blinked a couple of times. "A. what." "B-Bug bite fetish." You nodded slowly, trying to process.

"So you find my mosquito bites hot?" Johnny let himself fall back onto his back, his hands coming up to cover his face. "Shut up." He said, as you chuckled slightly. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone got their fantasies or fetishes." "Even you?" He moved his hands slightly to peer at you from under his beanie he had pulled down.

"Like I said everyone. I bet even Gyro does." You laughed and looked over to the Italian man.

"T-then tell me one of yours! That'd only make it fair!" You waited for a moment, pretending to think about it while scratching your chin. "Mhm, fine, for fairness after all." You shrugged, making Johnny finally remove his hands from his flustered face.

"I have this fantasy about riding." Johnny looked at you dumbfounded. "Riding? You mean as in horse riding?" You shook your head. Scooting even closer to him, you leaned down to his face. Your breath tickled his ear, which made the blond shudder.

"No, I really wanna ride this one genius jockey from Kentucky." Johnny’s eyes widened, he swallowed harshly, trying to get rid of the sudden feeling of suffocating from embarrassment.

"Do you?" He finally spoke, hearing you chuckle as soon as he said that. "Yeah. I wanna see his face as I show him I don't only ride horses. I wanna hear him say my name as I choke on his dick. I wanna show him what I can give him, shower him in praise as he marks me as his. God I really have a thing for that man." With that you drew back, looking at him.

His face was covered in a huge blush, his fingers fiddled with one another on his chest, the effect your words had clearly visible by the way his pants bulged. "Night Johnny!" You happily declared, content with your work, getting back on your bag to lay down and rest, a big smile stretched across your face.

"H-Hey!" He called out desperately, almost too loud before he remembered he wouldn't want Gyro to wake up to this. "You can't just go to sleep now!" His hand shook your shoulder as your back was facing towards him. The way he reacted to all of this had you giddy.

"I can't? I thought we were just talking about fantasies! And I told you mine, so it's all said and done." You toyed with him, growing amused by how desperate he was to get a reaction from you. "Aw Darlin', come on, don't leave me hanging like that!" You bit your lip. Damn, that accent had you weak. That damn jockey from Kentucky.

"Well... I guess it'd be rude to get you all worked up like that. But i will need something from ya." Johnny stared at you impatiently, only wanting to hear your demand.

"Beg." You stated dryly, smirking when he shyly looked away trying to hide his reddening face.

"Please. Please help me get some relieve." You laughed and presented him the bitten shoulder. You looked at him through half lidded eyes as you spoke. "You sound pretty like that. I might need that incorporated in my own fantasies." "How dirty." "Rich coming from the guy begging." You got him there.

Johnny knew it was better to not get too snarky otherwise you could easily decide to not help him anymore, so he pushed his sassy side aside to play by your rules. "Why don't you tell me more about that Kentucky guy thing?" He asked as his hand wandered down into his pants.

"Oh him?" You made sure to get seated between his legs as you continued. "Well... He's just the prettiest guy ever. Man, those strong arms make you wish he uses them on you. I mean God, I wanna be pinned by him." Johnny’s breath staggered, and you looked down to his lower half to see his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it.

"And you wanna ride him?" You nodded, enjoying the image of said scenario. You kept your eyes closed as you continued talking. "I once saw a good bit of his torso while he changed shirt. Wow. That's when I first had that thought. I just wanna show him how good I can make him feel, ride him until he begs me to stop." Johnny leaned forward, his forehead resting on your shoulder and his heavy, irregular breath hit your skin, giving you goosebumps.

"You think he would do that?" He asked. "Potentially? I mean you can never know. I always try to imagine what face he will make when he cums. How it'd feel if his hands grip into my skin, leaving marks. I sometimes wonder if he'd mark me."

"I bet he would." Johnny answered, his answer barley a whisper mixed with soft moans as his hand keeps working on himself. It felt so special that he played along to your little game. "Oh, to be his. Sometimes when I'm on the road with him, I only think about him in dirty ways. I'm a hopeless case." Johnny’s tongue flicked over your shoulder, giving the bites a careful lick. He could feel you shudder.

"Wow darlin' you sure got a dirty mind." You wanted to snarkily reply so badly, but you much rather listened to his breathless whispers against your skin. "To know you so shamelessly think about that guy all day long..." You nodded absentmindedly. Slowly you turned your head to him, waiting until he lifted his head to look at you too. The image of his lust filled eyes, the flustered expression and his dick in his hand was now forever engraved in your brain.

"If Gyro wasn't so close by... The...the Things I would do to you... They'd make even him blush." "Same here." He replied before biting his lips. He imagined those things and it felt suddenly even harder to control himself.

"What would you do?" You questioned. "I'd already have you on me, fulfilling what you were fantasizing about. I want you to scream my name." "For you I'd do anything." A sort of starring contest broke out between you too as you only looked at one another with hungry eyes. Damned be Gyro.

At last, you made the move to slowly get down, trying to not break eye contact while doing so. Carefully you shooed his hand away from his cock to replace it with yours. As soon as you did you could notice that Johnny's breath hitched, making you smirk. With great anticipation, Johnny watched you dragging your tongue from bottom to top before a chunk of his dick disappeared in your mouth.

The blond threw his head back, a moan escaping his lips before he quickly pressed his hand upon it to keep quiet. His reactions only motivated you more, making sure to put extra care in everything you did. Your tongue swirled around his tip when you weren't busy seeing how deep you could take him in.

Seemingly pleased with your efforts the hand that previously kept his mouth shut now found its way into your hair, gripping it from time to time while you worked away on him. It didn't take long until you could tell by his breath, whimpers and suppressed moans that he was getting close.

Determined to end with a bang you bobbed your head up and down a few more times before taking in as much as you could with a hum. The sensation of it and the sight was too much for Johnny to handle and so he came deep in your throat.

You patiently let him ride it out, giving him one final lick to clean him up, before getting up, letting him watch you swallow his cum.

The confident smile that adorned your lips was now forever stuck in his mind. With the back of your hand, you wiped away any leftover saliva around your mouth before getting up to get your water canteen.

Johnny was left behind still feeling high on life before he too quickly fixed himself up. A bit of awkwardness lingered in the air now that the deed was done. Johnny awkwardly got back to his sleeping bag to lay there staring at the sky and you soon did the same.

You twiddled with your thumbs, all confidence from before gone now. The silence was only broken when Johnny decided to break it.

"Hey Y/N?" You hummed, signaling for him to continue. "How about at the end of the stage, when we stay at the hotel, we take a break from Gyro?"

"To do what?" A moment passed before he answered.

"For you to show that Kentucky guy your riding skills?" You had to smile, a chuckle even escaping you.

"Sounds good to me."

The awkwardness drifted away to be replaced by comfort and warmth. You two went from looking at the stars to looking at each other. You adored the way his blond hair fell around his face, framing it perfectly and pretty blue eyes that looked at you. That damn Kentucky guy would now even more dominate your thoughts, especially since you still had a good bit of way to cover until the stages end. Damned be Johnny.

#johnny joestar x reader #jjba johnny #jjba x reader #jjba johnny x reader #johnny joestar #steel ball run

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strawbrygashez · 6 months

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P3 x P2 hcs bc I read a fic last night of themmm :3

•While p3 loved to make things harder for him when they first met he actually does love to pamper him when they become closer/date! It feeds into his masculine ego to do things around the house or go out and do things for p2, while p2 ‘sits there and looks pretty’ 🙄🙄🙄 he makes tons of jokes about it but actually enjoys letting p2 relax. P2 allows him to do whatever he wants sometimes but other times he just ignores him and does whatever tasks needs to be done himself.

Kinda related, he calls p2 his wife and yells “Honey! I’m home!” when he gets back from whatever. He makes sure to kiss him before he goes and when he comes back.

•P2 is actually more of the cuddler in the relationship 🤭 it takes him a bit to actually feel comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as p3 (because he’s used to sleeping by himself when he was with the bitch) but when he does start feeling more relaxed, he pulls p3 closer in bed without even thinking about it. Like he will wake up with p3 in his arms or his head on his chest!!! He’d deny he started the cuddling though for a bit because he genuinely thinks p3 got him into that situation somehow 🙄 p3 would say some shit like “That was all you loverboy”

•Oh yeah!!! P3 calls him all kinds of nicknames. Lover-Boy, Sweetcheeks, Hun, Skippy, babe, and hot stuff are the main ones!! P2 sarcastically calls him Dear.

•On a day where p2 is doing particularly bad mentally & if p3 is staying home all day, he lets p2 wear his brown coat out as a way of being able to ground himself. P2 won’t admit it probably but the scent of p3 on it and how heavy it is on him (p3 is taller and larger than him) is very comforting to him. P3 can probably tell that anyways because p2 yanks it away from him to use as a blanket sometimes if p3 took it off.

P3 would wear p2s trench coat if he could but p2 is too short and tiny.. it doesn’t fit p3 well 🥲 but that’s fine.

•p2 also will not admit he finds p3s voice very sexy & that he likes his southern accent. The sound of his voice literally makes him shiver if he’s whispering in his ear or his voice is even deeper when he first wakes up.

•While p2 is cuddly in private, p3 is the one to throw a arm around him and loudly say inappropriate or loving things to him in public. I think p3 used to be kinda worried about being thought of as gay but once he actually yknow..gets with a guy he really loves, he doesn’t give a fuck anymore lol. If someone gives them shit for it he’ll gladly take care of it.

He’s also kinda handsy in general. He loves grabbing p2s face to make him look up at him.

•The height difference is definitely something he teases p2 for all the time. If p2 is struggling to reach something, here comes p3 all smug and pressed up behind him, asking if he needs any help. Which usually gets him cursed at thru mumbles. He’ll ask “What was that?” And not help p2 until he can stop with the attitude.

•If they travel somewhere to a beach and they are sitting on one together, p2 is glaring daggers at p3 because p3 is just like 😎 while tanning. He’s glaring because he knows p3 is gonna tan nicely like always while him himself is just gonna be pink.

•P3 had the audacity to try to show p2 how to shoot?! Like they were shooting for fun at targets one day and p3 came up behind him, put his hands on his to try to get him to aim better which pissed p2 off 🫤 he knows what he’s doing smh.

•P3 loves p2s attitude but wants to get rid of p2s attitude towards him at the same time LOL like he doesn’t care who p2 mouths offs to but will make life a little hellish if it’s to him. He should think about how blessed he is that he doesn’t get punched everytime he mentions something about manners 😳

•When they both head out to do chores together, p3 kinda drags p2 around and gets easily distracted more. He’s kinda honestly the reason why they get attacked 90% of the time but he’s protective & wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to p2 so it’s all fineeee :3

•When p3 gets hurt and p2 is patching him up, it’s non-stop flirting and joking. He’s smirking when p2 tells him to take off his shirt or pants to get to a wound & he won’t stop going on about p2 being his sexy nurse 🙄

When p3 is patching up p2, p3 makes it a lot more serious feeling and is super quiet because he feels guilty he got hurt. P2 will have to be the one who actually tries to start joking around & will have to remind him he’s no stranger to getting injured. If he’s able to lighten the mood, p3 will crack a joke or two before finishing up but still treats him like he’s made of glass for the rest of the night.

#main tag bc why not #postal dude #p2 x p3

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ellies-little-thing · 5 months

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We all die. You either kill yourself or get killed (what you gonna do? (♪ ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪ ) (e.w.)

My masterlist <3

pairing: ellie williams x reader

DO NOT READ IF PTSD AND VIOLENCE TRIGGER YOU

Warnings: Angst; Cheating (if you sqint); Seatle Ellie; swearing; fluf; arguing; Ellie is mean; Violence; PTSD; alucinations, death; greiving; revenge; inplied violence; reader dies at the end; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: This one is very sad, i cried whilst writing it. Nothing sexual, just simply very sad and upseting. It talks about dificult topics, pease dont read if youre easily triguered. You are warned! Enjoy! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome! <3 (sorry, i have vines living in my head rent free)

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI

w/c: 11.8k

You were with the W.L.F and were forced to go on a search. Owen and Mel were there and everything was okay until Ellie came along and killed them both which only left you, She decided to keep you as a hostess , to help her find Abby and for her to come into her trap and kill her. For now you were tied down and very scared . You could only wait for what was next...

“So why are you with the WLF anyway?” Ellie asked you.

“i.... I kinda grew up there, never really had any other choice…”

“Ah I see, are you aware of the WLF history and crimes against people?”

Ellie said as she leaned over the chair you were tied to, looking down on you

“Not really, I never hurt anyone.”

“Well you still associate yourself with people who have”

Ellie said as she grabbed a dagger from her back pocket and placed it against your throat

“I don't want to be, please don't kill me…”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t?” Ellie said with a stern look, her free hand holding up your chin a bit.

“i... I guess i dont have one…” You start crying. Ellie sighed, lowering the dagger from your neck slightly, but keeping hold of your chin still, she looked down at you as you cried.

You looked back at her. Ellie looks back at you as she holds your chin with her hand and brings her face even closer to yours.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask her, feeling very scared. Ellie didn’t respond to your question yet as she leaned in closer still, her eyes locked onto yours.

“Please don't kill me.” You close your eyes, scared. As you closed your eyes you could feel Ellie’s lips on yours as she gave you a kiss, before she pulled away still keeping her hold on your chin and dagger against your neck. “There” Ellie whispered.

“wha.... what was that?...”

“Did you enjoy the kiss?” Ellie said with a grin on her face.

“Why did you put the blade on my neck again? please....” Ellie kept the blade against your neck, holding you against the chair you were tied to. “I just wanted to see if you enjoyed it, and it seems I have my answer, not that it changes anything.” Ellie said with a grin still on her face.

“I'm not a whore you can kiss when you feel like it.”

“Oh I’m sorry, did you not like it?” Ellie said in a sarcastic mocking tone, she pulled her dagger away from your neck and placed it back into her back pocket, keeping her hands on your chin still.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You tried to look away. As you look away you feel one of Ellie’s hands slide to your cheek and she turns your head to look at her, still keeping her hold on your chin too.

“Who are you?” You asked her genuinely wanting to know. Ellie was quiet for a second, then finally answered. “Ellie Williams” She said, keeping her hand on your chin and leaning slightly closer towards you still.

“Nice name” You answer, trying to not look scared.

“What’s your name?” Ellie asked as she leaned back a bit, letting her hand drop from your chin.

“Y/N”

“Nice to meet you Y/N” Ellie said as she gave a smile, then after a few seconds a small frown formed on her face.

“Is it? Why am I tied up?” You ask, really confused by this whole encounter. Ellie chuckled a bit at the look of confusion on your face. “I caught you in my trap, you were the bait to get Abby here.” Ellie said, keeping her gaze on you.

“i don't know any Abby”

“Well she knew you, she knew your brother too” Ellie said as she put more emphasis on the word brother in the sentence. “Tell me, how did you grow up in the W.L.F?” She asked you.

“We had food and lessons for the kids and teens, it could have been worse…”

“How many people lived there?” Ellie asked as she sat down, still keeping her eyes on yours.

“I don't know, but a lot.”

“Hm.. I suppose you know about the war against the military then?” Ellie asked as she crossed her legs, still keeping her view on you

“Not really, I was going to be an arts teacher, nothing to do with the outside.” You were honest with her. “Arts teacher?” Ellie repeated, a frown coming across her face, her gaze still firmly on yours. “yes…”

“Ah” Ellie said as she looked down towards her hands, she stayed silent for a few seconds.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

“I’m 24.”

“And your brother?” Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He's 16.”

“That’s quite a huge age gap.” Ellie said as her eyes shifted back from her hands and back to you.

“I guess…” You looked down trying not to make eye contact. Ellie looked off to the side for a moment as she thought about her next thing to say. “When did you start living at the W.L.F?” She asked you,

“i was born there.”

“You were born at the W.L.F?” Ellie said, sounding confused and surprised. She tilted her head a little. “yes…” Ellie was quiet for a few seconds as she thought about this, she then spoke up with a little smile. “It must have been a nice childhood?” Ellie said, still keeping her head tilted slightly. “At least we didn't starve.” Ellie nodded. “I never really had a ‘childhood’, I was forced to survive in this world from the beginning, it was hard but there were times that would make me forget about what I was going through.” Ellie said in a serious tone. “oh... i’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it now.” Ellie smiled as she turned her focus towards you again, still sitting down and looking at you. “I’m sorry but you’re gonna be here with me for a while..” She said, still with a smile on her face.

“Can you untie me please?” You asked with pleading eyes. Ellie thought for a moment about your request. She looked from you to her dagger in her pocket and then back at you. “Fine..” She said as she grabbed her dagger out of her pocket and cut the ropes off of your hands and from the chair, letting you go free. “thank you…”

“Just so you don’t try to kill me, I’m keeping this.” Ellie said, holding up the dagger she used to cut you free. Ellie looked over at you with a smile as she put her dagger away.

“I’m sure you now have a few questions for me too?”

“Why are you here?”

“Well you see I’m looking for someone here” Ellie said as she stood up, keeping her hands in her pockets now, she then looked over at you, waiting for a response. “That Abby girl?”

“Yes..” Ellie said in a soft voice, she had a slight frown on her face.

“why?”

“She killed Joel.. I want my revenge.” Ellie said, her face turning from a soft expression to a serious one.

“oh... I see…” You didnt know who that was but you didn't want to make her mad. “Do you understand why now?” Ellie said with a small smile, still looking at you. “Joel was like a second father to me, I looked up to him.”

“I'm so sorry…” Ellie was quiet for a few seconds, she then sighed.

“It hurts a lot..” Ellie said as she looked back up at you, her expression on her face changing back to her original sadness.

“My dad died a couple of years ago too.” You kept the conversation going.

“Your father died?” Ellie asked with a frown, her hands still resting in her pockets. “yeah, cancer…” Ellie was quiet for a while, thinking about this, she then spoke up again.

“I’m sorry you lost your dad.” She said with a soft, almost sympathetic tone.

“I'm sorry you lost yours.”

“Thank you..” Ellie said as her expression stayed the same. She looked at the ground for a moment, then looked back up at you. “I’m sorry to ask this, but can you tell me exactly where Abby is? She’s my target..”

“I don't know but I think she went to the aquarium a lot.”

“Did she?” Ellie asked, seeming interested. She had raised an eyebrow and tilted her head a bit.

“That's what I heard anyway.”

“Who told you this?” Ellie asked, looking back at you.

“heard some guards talk about her…”

“The guards did?” Ellie asked as she tilted her head a little. “What else did they say?”

“nothing else. they told me to get out of there after they noticed me.”

“I see..” Ellie said, thinking for a second. “Well then, I suppose I could go over to the aquarium and look for her, you are free to come with me or not.” Ellie said, her voice soft still. “I don't really have anyone anyway.”

“Well I guess you could come with me then, if we do find her we could work out a trap or something” Ellie said, still keeping her voice soft and her expression on her face to one of sadness.

“Sure, just dont kill me please…” You were still scared.

“I won’t” Ellie said with a reassuring smile “Are you ready?” Ellie asked you.

“Ready.”

Ellie stood up after you confirmed that you were ready, she looked over at you, still keeping her expression to one of sadness. “Let’s go then.” Ellie said before walking towards the door. “You know this place pretty well?” Ellie asked as she walked out of the building, she stayed close to you too in case you tried to run off.

“not really, never really left the center…”

“Do you know how to get to the aquarium?” Ellie asked you as she looked back towards you, still with her hands in her pockets. “From what I remember, I think it’s near here.” Ellie then pointed to a building a little bit ahead.

“I think there's a road that leads up there.”

“Okay, let’s go then” Ellie said as she started making her way to the building, still holding the dagger in her pocket just in case you tried running off.

“I'm not going to try anything, I hate weapons, please, is the knife really necessary?”

“I’m sorry but I can’t trust anyone, I don’t have any clue if you're telling the truth” Ellie said as she turned her face forward while she was walking. “But I’ll put it away if it makes you uncomfortable.” She said, then took the dagger out of her hand and put it into her back pocket again.

“thank you.” You said relieved.

“No problem.” Ellie said with a soft smile. She started walking towards the aquarium once again, taking you along with her. She looked at you as she walked, then put her hands back into her pockets. “So if you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you like weapons?”

“They only cause pain.” You said seriously, looking at the horizon. Ellie was quiet for a few seconds as she thought about what you just said, you got her thinking. “Well.. you aren’t wrong, they do cause pain, a lot of pain.” Ellie said as they got up to the aquarium. Ellie then stopped for a moment and looked at you, the aquarium in the background. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” Ellie asked you, her expression changing back to her original sadness.

“I don't really know you that well, so I can't judge you like that.” Ellie sighed as she looked down at the ground for a few seconds as you said this. She turned her face back up at you, still keeping her sad expression and frown. “Well I’m not a good person, I know that..” She said before taking a deep breath. “I’ve done bad things to people, things I regret” Ellie said with a frown. She started walking towards the aquarium door. “Don’t ask what they are, not a fan of opening up about that..”

“I don't want to upset you.” You really didn't, you knew she would kill you if she wanted.

“I’m fine, don’t worry” Ellie said with a small smile as she pushed open the aquarium door and led you inside. “Let’s look for Abby together.” Ellie said as she started walking around the inside of the aquarium, looking around. Ellie started walking inside, keeping her eyes open for Abby, she was pretty confident that the guards were telling you the truth. “I hope she is here, it would really save me a lot of time and effort..” Ellie said as she kept walking, it was nice to be able to talk to someone about it for once, she was getting a bit tired of being completely on her own. “Do you see anything?” Ellie kept walking around the aquarium, looking to the right and left of her to see if she could see anything. She then thought about your question for a moment… “No, not yet” Ellie said as she slightly chuckled, she really wished she could have found Abby by now.

“I don't see anyone either…” Ellie sighed, her face went from her slight smile to her original frown. “Ugh..” Ellie stopped walking, she now looked straight at you. “This wasn’t quite so easy was it?” Ellie asked you, still keeping her eyes on yours.

“You're scaring me…”

“How exactly am I doing that?” Ellie asked, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. All of her facial features were still filled with sadness and a frown. “There is no one in here, I’m starting to think the guards lied to you” Ellie said.

“The way you looked at me…” Ellie chuckled lightly as you said this, she then took her hands out of her pockets. She then placed her hands on her hips as she still looked at you. “you're so scared because I looked at you?” Ellie said sarcastically with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

“a bit…” You say embarrassed. Ellie shook her head a little as she looked at you. “Well don’t worry, I never intended on harming you in anyway.” Ellie said. She looked around, thinking of where she should go next. “I guess we don’t have much choice but to keep looking,” Ellie said with a small laugh as she walked off. She was getting annoyed that Abby wasn’t here, she wanted her revenge before going home.

“I wish I could help you more…” You said to keep her in a good mood. Ellie stopped walking after you said this, her expression still filled with sadness, she then turned around to face you. “You’ve already helped me a lot..” Ellie said with a smile, still keeping her hands on her hips. “It’s better to have company than to be alone whilst also having my mind filled with revenge thoughts” Ellie said, she was feeling much better now than she was before. She was enjoying having someone else to talk to, a way of getting her mind off of her revenge.

“we can talk about other things if you want, as we look for her…”

“That sounds like a good idea.. is there anything else you’d like to know about me?” Ellie asked with a small smile, it was nice to talk to someone again. She looked over at you, waiting for you to speak first. “I like your tattoo,” You said pointing to her right forearm. “You like my tattoo?” Ellie asked with an amused look. “Thank you.” She said before smiling a little, it always made her smile to get a compliment. “It’s a bit sad of a story.” Ellie said with a slight frown, but still managed to keep a smile. “oh, sorry…”

“No, it’s no problem” Ellie said as she shook her head a little, her cheeks slightly going red. “I guess I never told you about my tattoo did I?” She asked you. “Well..” Ellie sighed as she thought about how she should say it, she then spoke up with a soft voice, her smile still fading to one of sadness again. “It's of a girl.” She said, now looking down at the ground as she continued. “A girl who meant the world to me, who now isn’t with me anymore. There was a silence for a few seconds as Ellie’s expression was completely filled with sadness. “Sorry..” She said in a quiet voice, her eyes still staring right at the floor. “I'm sorry to hear that…” You said genuinely feeling bad for the girl. “Don’t be.. it’s not your fault.” Ellie said, she sounded as though she was reassuring herself and you. She then took a deep breath and looked back up at you, there was still sadness in her eyes but she was trying to put at least a slight fake smile on her face. She knew she couldn’t stay sad for long, she just couldn’t. She was so used to it over the years that it was hard for her to show and express any other emotions.

“I love drawing, how about you?” You asked to lighten the mood. “Art was one of my favorite things to do. Ellie said as she looked at you, her face still filled with sadness but she was trying to show a positive expression. “I’d draw all the time, it was one of the things I loved to do the most.” Ellie continued as she looked down at the floor again. “Me and my friends used to always draw together” She said, it sounded as if she was trying not to think about them, as if she was pushing them out of her mind.

“That's nice.” Ellie looked back up at you as she continued to speak, there was still sadness in her eyes and face. “We’d draw anything at all, characters from games and movies, random things.. whatever we could come up with.” Ellie said with a faint smile, she then looked down at the floor again. “I haven’t drawn since though.” Ellie said, she didn’t like to think about it, that was now a thing of the past, she had to move on and survive.

“We could draw together sometime…” You suggested. “You’d do that for me, just to draw with me?” Ellie asked you, she was shocked to hear you say that to her. She was silent for a few seconds as she thought about the idea and what she could draw. “Sure, why not.. I’d love to draw something with you.” Ellie said with a bigger smile this time.

“If you don’t mind me asking… Why did you kiss me earlier when I was tied up?” Ellie was completely caught off guard by your question, she was quiet for a few seconds as she looked at you, her face now filled with shock. “Why do you think I did?” Ellie then asked you with a smirk on her face, trying to cover up her embarrassment and shock from your question. After around a minute, she finally spoke up again. “I-uhh.. I just… wanted to see what it’d feel like.. that’s why I did it.” She said, her voice going back to its soft and kind tone.

“It just doesn’t look like something a kidnapper does.” You said looking at the ground. “Huh, good point.” Ellie said as she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. You could see some slight shock but also some regret in her eyes. “But I wanted to do it..” Ellie said with a small blush on her face and a soft smile. You could see that she was a little embarrassed about this.

“It’s better than being stabbed in the neck.” You smile at her.

“True” Ellie said as she raised an eyebrow slightly, she now laughed a little. She still looked at you as she spoke. “That is true, at least I didn’t kill you…” There was a silence for a few seconds, Ellie then looked back down at the ground again. She was trying her best to not think about how awkward the conversation between you two had gotten. “So about your drawing, would you be up for doing that after we find Abby?” Ellie asked with a small grin.

“I’d love that.”

“Great!” Ellie said with a smile. “Now shall we get back to the job of finding Abby?” Ellie asked, she looked down at her knife and felt it in her pocket, feeling it's cold blade. She then got her hands out of her pockets and looked back up at you. You both began searching again, Ellie looked everywhere to find Abby, but the aquarium was big. “I think we should start doing a full search, just incase” Ellie said with a nod.

“Ok, let’s go…” You replied a bit scared. You both began searching the aquarium for Abby, as you did Ellie started to talk to you again. She was happy to have some company, if she was alone for any longer, she might have started going crazy. She now looked back down at the floor as she spoke to you with a slight sad look on her face. “So what else do you do for fun?” She asked you, you now started going up and down floors looking for Abby, checking every room just in case she was in there. “Do you like playing games, do you watch movies?”

“I love movies!”

“Oh, cool! What style of movies do you like?” Ellie asked you, she was starting to wonder what movies someone like you would watch. She looked over at you whilst you were both searching for Abby, this time she was actually looking at you, before she wasn’t and she would always be looking at the floor.

“I like horror movies.” You replied.

“Horror movies?” Ellie asked with a smile but still keeping her sad look. “I’ve never watched horror before, I do like the thrill though, the thrill and adrenaline rush you get when you don’t know what’s coming.” Ellie said with a small chuckle.

“I find them really funny actually.”

“Funny?” Ellie repeated, she was quite surprised. She always assumed horror movies were scary, you know because of the name. “Is it the plot of the movies? Or the way the actors react?” Ellie asked you, raising an eyebrow slightly. It would be interesting to see what your answer was though.

“No, just thinking of the actors doing all that stuff behind the cameras. Can you imagine? They must be holding in a massive laugh attack.”

“I guess I never really looked at it like that before. ” Ellie said as she chuckled a small amount. She knew what you meant now, thinking about it now, it would be funny to imagine them behind the cameras, doing all that stuff but holding back a laugh attack. They probably don’t even take it seriously, so they just see it as a big joke. Ellie chuckled lightly.

“And I also really love animation.”

“Oh! I love animation too! Do you like Disney films?” Ellie asked you as she walked over to a door to open it. She was trying to think if animation meant other things, so she just went with what she was guessing it meant. She then opened the door inside the aquarium, it was just a supply room. There were no signs of Abby inside.

“Oh, I love ‘the beauty and the beast’!”

“Oh my god you’ve seen beauty and the beast!? I really love that movie!” Ellie said as she chuckled a little. She was shocked to hear that you’ve seen and actually like that movie. “It’s my favorite Disney movie!” Ellie looked down at the floor, she then looked back up at you. “So what’s your favorite moment in the movie?” She asked you.

“I know all of the songs, my favorite might be Hercules actually or Atlantis.”

“You know all the songs to the beauty and the beast?” Ellie asked you with an impressed look. “The songs are amazing, they are so catchy..” Ellie said, she was smiling a little as she spoke. “You really do know everything about it huh? I don’t think I know the words to all of it..” Ellie said with a chuckle.

“It was Disney’s first full on musical animation movie.”

“Oh? Is it actually? You know this stuff?” Ellie asked you with a smile. “You know, you actually seem quite smart, it’s cool.” Ellie said with a chuckle. She looked over at you as she said this, she had a slight blush on her face. She then opened another door, this one was locked though. “Oh, hey.. it’s locked..” Ellie said as she shook her head slightly.

“That’s strange…” Ellie was quiet for a few seconds, deep in thought. She then looked over at you again. She then tried to unlock the door that she was at, it turned out to be a waste of time as nothing worked to open the door. There was no sound coming from inside the room. “I guess that’s another dead end…” Ellie said with a sigh.

“I think I have a Bobby pin, let me try unlocking it.” Ellie watched you as you tried to unlock the door with a bobby pin, you managed to unlock it. Ellie was amazed that that actually worked, she thought the door wasn’t going to open but you proved her wrong, she wasn’t expecting that at all. “Wow..” Ellie looked at you with a smile, surprised. You bowed, joking a bit. Ellie laughed a little when you did, she wasn’t expecting that but she found it funny though. Ellie was still smiling while she looked at you, she really liked having conversations with you, even though this whole situation wasn’t the best situation to be in. Ellie then looked back down at the floor, she still had that subtle smile on her face. “Shall we have a look into this room?” She asked you, she didn’t really know what would be inside, she was hoping something would be in here to help her find Abby.

“Let’s go madam” You smiled at Ellie. She laughed a little at what you had just said, she hadn’t expected you to call her that but it wasn’t a bad thing. She got right to it after she laughed, she opened the door and walked in. Ellie looked over at you and smiled “Come on, let’s go in” She spoke in a soft tone. Ellie looked around the room as she spoke, she was trying to figure out what the purpose of this room might have been. “I have no clue, it doesn’t look very special” She said with a slight shrug. The room didn’t really have anything interesting in it that would stand out to Ellie, there was just a single chair in the middle of the room.. Ellie sighed and went to go and sit down on the chair. “I guess we could have a little rest break?” She said to you.

“That sounds good.”

Ellie smiled at you. She sat there staring at the floor, she had her hands together, fingers interlocking with each other. Ellie put her feet up on the chair so she could rest them there, she looked over at you whilst she did this. She was starting to like you, she had never talked to someone this much before, you seemed to like the stuff she liked, and you looked comfortable talking to her even though the conditions weren’t the best. She looked back down at the floor again, her face going back to its normal sad expression.

“You okay?”

“Oh- uh.. yeah, just tired I guess.” Ellie said as she continued to look down at the floor.

She seemed to be lying to herself, as she spoke her eyes were slightly glazed. She was also a little fidgety, her hand still holding the knife. This wasn’t a normal Ellie, she usually was a lot more upbeat but right now she seemed to be lying to herself.

“You can talk to me, if you regret it could always just kill me with that knife. “You teased her smiling.

“Huh?” Ellie said suddenly, her head shot up and she looked over at you. A look of a bit of shock and confusion as she stared at you, Ellie thought that she had heard what you said right but she wasn’t sure. Did you just say that she could always kill you with her knife? Was that a joke or a genuine statement? Ellie took one hand off the knife and held it at her side. “I mean, I’m not going to kill you now..” She said awkwardly.

“I'm joking.” You gave her a wide smile. “Oh-.. yeah.. I thought you were.” Ellie said with a slight laugh. She sounded a little confused and still seemed to be wondering if you were joking or not. She moved the knife around while she spoke, just to be careful about her knife. “So-.. uh.. can I ask you a question?”

“Yes?”

“What made you join the wlf?” Ellie asked you, she was now interested in you. She put her hand back on her knife as she spoke, she still wanted to have it at her side. “I’m not judging you by the way, I’m just interested, that’s all.” She was speaking in a soft tone whilst she looked at you.

“Born there like I said earlier.”

“Oh- right” Ellie said as she realized that you had already told her that, her memory sometimes fails her, she then turned the conversation slightly and went to the next question. “Do you enjoy it there?” She asked in a slightly more serious tone. Her tone didn’t change to a dark tone though so she wasn’t trying to be intimidating or anything. “Like, do you enjoy being part of the wlf?” Ellie said in a casual tone now, she was trying to keep the conversation light and friendly between you two.

“I never had any other choice really.”

“Ah I see, how is it living in the WLF?” Ellie asked you again, this time with a soft smile on her face. She was looking at you, trying not to sound like she was interrogating you too. Ellie just wanted to get to know you more, her questions were more out of the curiosity of who you are and the life you’ve led, she was also just happy to have someone to talk to. Ellie seemed to be enjoying herself.

“It could be worse, everyone is fed and educated, and the kids I was starting to teach were adorable…” You smiled to yourself a bit sad, thinking of how you’d never see those kids again.

“Aww, you were teaching them?” Ellie asked you with a sweet smile. She seemed intrigued about the teaching children part. This made Ellie’s mood change slightly, her face looked slightly more friendly and happy. “How old are these kids by the way?” Ellie asked you.

“4/5 years old.”

“Oh my god.. they would be so adorable, you must have loved teaching them! I mean.. I can only imagine what their little faces would have looked like! If only I could have seen it!” Ellie said as she chuckled a little. Ellie seemed happy to picture what the kids would’ve been like since children are one of the few things that make Ellie happy in this world, she loves children. “How many kids did you teach by the way?” Ellie asked you with another smile.

“About a dozen.” You said with a small sad tone in your voice, you really loved those kids.

“Oh my god, I wish I could have seen the look on their faces as you taught them! What did you teach them by the way?” Ellie said with another smile, she was picturing the kids again. Ellie seemed really happy to know that you taught children, she is a very sweet person that loves children so naturally she would love to hear about you teaching those kids about all those things! Ellie was now sat up on the chair, with her legs over the chair as if she was sitting on it normally. “I was the arts teacher.”

“Ohhh, so you taught them all about art? Like.. the drawings and paint and all of that stuff?” Ellie asked you, you could tell that she was very happy to hear this and she was starting to imagine things again. “Was it fun teaching them?” Ellie sounded genuinely interested in you and what you were going to say, she was enjoying herself right now by listening to you.

“Yeah, it was so much fun, they were all so creative.” You continued reminiscing on the memory of your tiny friends.

“The kids had creativity in them?..” Ellie asked you as she raised an eyebrow slightly. She looked over at you and grinned. “Aww, can I ask you a question please?” Ellie said with an awkward smile. She sounded a bit nervous to ask this question, she felt like it was important for some reason. “Sure”

“Is it okay if I can.. hug you?..” Ellie said to you with a nervous chuckle as if she had just said the most random yet awkward thing. She looked down at you and had an awkward smile. Her face then turned to a serious look as she realized what she had just done, she felt so embarrassed right now. Ellie was blushing quite a bit, her heartbeat was also going quite fast as she spoke. She looked like she was panicking.

“Oh, ok… I think a hug would be nice right now.” You said feeling a bit sad about missing the kids. Ellie looked up at you and smiled a little. She then jumped down from the chair and walked right up to you. Ellie then opened both of her arms as if she was going to give you a hug. Ellie hadn’t really been hugged in a very long time, she had kind of forgotten how to feel a hug. But she did love hugs and felt like she really needed one right now. Ellie’s arms were still open and waiting for you to walk into her arms.. “Hugs?” Ellie said in a small and quiet voice. “Hugs.” You hugged Ellie, closing your eyes into the embrace. “Okay then…” Ellie said as she closed her eyes and slowly walked into your arms, she then wrapped her arms around your body. Ellie seemed surprised a little by the hug but it felt good to her, it had been a very long time since she had a hug. Ellie then opened her eyes again and sighed very softly. “I haven’t hugged someone in a very long .. long time…” She said quietly as she looked at you with a sweet smile. “Me neither , this feels nice…” Ellie continued to hug you, she seemed very happy about this moment. She continued to hug you for a little bit longer, she seemed sad for some reason. Ellie seemed to want to keep this hug going forever, she didn’t want to let go but knew she would have to sooner or later. Ellie was still hugging you, she felt a bit bad for you in all honesty, she felt like this hug was much needed for you. Ellie was holding the hug tightly still. “What’s wrong ? You okay?”

“No no, I’m- I’m fine, I- I just- It’s just-“ Ellie seemed to be in a difficult situation with her words as you were still hugging her. Ellie smiled at you but the smile was slightly sad. “Could I ask you a question please?..” Ellie said in a slightly more serious tone. She was still hugging you, she looked like she really didn’t want to let go. “Of course” You said to her reassuringly. Ellie sighed quietly and spoke, she had this big sigh filled with stress and sadness. “Can I tell you something and you won’t hate me?...” Ellie waited for you to answer. She was still hugging you, she was hugging you really tightly and she seemed scared.

“Yes, I have no right to judge anyone.” You responded calmly. Ellie took a deep breath and spoke once more, she was now shaking a little bit, you could probably tell that she wasn’t happy at that moment. Ellie seemed nervous, she seemed scared to tell you what she was about to tell you.. “Do you promise you won’t be angry?..” Ellie said in a slightly more calm tone. “I promise” You reassured her. Ellie sighed again and spoke to you but with a very quiet voice. “I’ve.. I’ve done bad things before.. things that I might have needed to do..” Ellie was struggling with her words right now, she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing by telling you this. It’s not like Ellie was a bad person, she felt guilty for her mistakes but was doing whatever it took to survive. Ellie kept hugging you tightly as she spoke.

“It’s okay, I think everyone has done bad things , as if it isn't the apocalypse and whatnot.” You said still holding her. Ellie sighed again, she was thankful that you were understanding of her situation and didn’t hate her for the things she might’ve done. Ellie was still hugging you, she really needed this hug right now. Ellie smiled a little. “Thank you, I mean that with the fullest of my heart…” Ellie then turned her attention slightly, she let go of you and looked you dead in the eyes, she felt like there was another question she wanted to ask you. “Do you have a name?..”

“You’re welcome, I’m Y/N. Are you okay? You asked me that earlier. Are you feeling alright? Hungry or thirsty?”

“H-hungry would be nice to say the least, do you maybe have some food in this room?” Ellie said in a more calm and quieter tone than she usually spoke in. She was hungry right now, and she really wanted to have something to eat. “I can’t see anything in this room so I’m not sure if there is or not.” Ellie looked at you in a nervous way. She didn’t know what she would do if she didn’t get some food soon enough, she felt very hungry.

“I think I have something in my bag, some dried fruit, just a second.”

“Do you mind if you could give it to me please?” Ellie asked with a look of hope on her face, she was hoping and hoping that you had some sort of food in your bag like you said. Ellie was ready to eat any food you might have had, she didn’t have much high standards, she just wanted to eat. Just to clarify though, she would have never eaten you, even if you were the only food source, she wasn’t that barbaric! “Do you actually have any food in your bag right now?..” Ellie said with a faint smile.

“Yes, here you go.” Ellie’s face then formed back into a smile, she looked a bit more happier as you said it was okay for her to get some food. “Thank you very much…” Ellie was really looking forward to this food, she had been hungry for a while. She then looked over to your bag and nodded her head at you. “If it’s not a problem for me to have some of the food, could you pass me the dried fruit..?”

“Here, you can keep it.” You gave her a smile. “Oh, are you serious?..” Ellie was stunned, you were willing to give her the food and let her eat it. “Are you sure about this?..” Ellie said to you. Ellie still couldn’t believe this was happening right now, she was getting the food and she didn’t even have to do anything to obtain it. Ellie was speechless, she was also very thankful for this act of kindness you did. “Thank you.. is there any way I could return the favor for you?” Ellie asked in awe.

“It’s okay, not killing me is reward enough” You smile at her. Ellie chuckled and smiled back, she was very thankful for this act of kindness you were giving her right now. The food you gave her made her stomach growl, she then took the bag out of your hands gently. Ellie looked inside of it and took a large piece of dried fruit. She then ate it a second later then smiled. “Thank you very much, Y/N..” Ellie said in a calm and quiet tone, she hadn’t eaten for quite a while before this point. Ellie seemed to be relieved by having some food now.

“You’re welcome Ellie.” Ellie then took another large piece of the dried fruit and ate it right after, she then took a moment to look back at you. She looked up at you with a warm smile, she was now a bit less hungry than she was. Ellie then continued to eat as she looked around the area. “What were you doing in that room?” Ellie asked you as she still ate. She seemed to be quite interested in you and what you had to say. She then placed the bag with the dried fruit back down onto the floor.

“They ordered me to go on a random search around town and ended there I guess, until you found me.” Ellie seemed interested in what you were saying, she was now eating a third piece of dried fruit as she spoke to you. Ellie looked down at you in a pleasant way. “So you were just going around town trying to look for people?...” Ellie asked as she ate her food slowly. She seemed curious about what you were doing when you came across this room that she had put you in. Ellie placed the bag of dried fruit on the floor again and then looked around the room. “So you were ordered into this room by a group of people?”

“Yeah. Sometimes we had to do random searches and everyone had to do it, even a teacher like me.”

“The teacher has to do random searches?” Ellie says as she takes a fourth piece of dried fruit and eats it in front of you. Ellie seems intrigued by this information you are telling her, she wants to listen to every little bit of detail you can tell her. She is very much interested in everything you are saying right now and what you had to do when you went out. It seems like you’ve had a more interesting job than Ellie though, Ellie never had an official task or job to do when she went out and scavenged…

“Community stuff and whatnot.”

“Community service and.. and what?” Ellie says as she looks at you. She seems confused by the last part you said, she wanted to know what it was exactly you did for this community stuff. Ellie still had one piece of dried fruit left, she was going to eat it as soon as you finished talking.

““Everyone must do their part.” they used to say.”

“Well it sounds pretty hard to be honest, that “every one must do their part” stuff”. Ellie said as she then took her last piece of dried fruit and ate it slowly while looking at you. Ellie then put the bag back down on the floor and took a small drink of water. Ellie sighed to herself and smiled at you. “You said what you did made you happy, is there anything else that made you happy?” Ellie felt bad for asking so many questions but she was just curious to hear more about you.

“Not really, I never had many friends.”

“You didn’t?..” Ellie sounded surprised, she honestly wasn’t expecting you to say that. Ellie felt bad for you now, this made her feel very sad.. Ellie looked down at you, she felt terrible about herself for asking so many questions that made this woman sad. “You can be my friend if you want, I’m sure you will be able to find a lot of people to be your friend.” Ellie had just finished her last piece of dried fruit, she looked over back at you once more.

“I’d love to be friends with you, Ellie. What about you? What’s your home like?” Ellie had finished her water and put the bottle back down on the floor. She then turned her attention back to you and smiled. Ellie seemed happy to hear that you wanted to be her friend and not only was she looking forward to being your friend but she wanted to get to know you too. “My home? Well.. I’m not too sure if you would like it or not.. it’s a very different life compared to this.” Ellie was talking about Jackson, it’s where she lives with her family and friends.

“I bet I would like it better than never being able to leave that place.” Ellie then let out a small laugh, this made her seem slightly more happier than before. She then smiled and spoke again. “I guess I can’t blame you for that, living in a place like this must be pretty terrible.” Ellie looked down at you and thought about what you said. “Hey, do you mind if I tell you something?”

“Shoot” You said playfully. Ellie smiled at you, she then looked up at you once more and spoke. “I uh.. I’ve wanted a friend for a very long time now..” Ellie said slowly, she seemed a bit nervous to say this now. “I-I’ve never really had a friend before, everyone I know that I can count as a friend is just… family…” Ellie sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m glad that I can call you my friend now.” Ellie said to you.

“I'm glad too, you’re super nice when you’re not kidnapping people.” You smiled at her playfully. Ellie then let out a small chuckle, she appreciated the joke. “Thank you, it means a lot that you are glad about this.” Ellie then smiled at you once again, she was quite happy about this new friendship she had with you. She would always remember this event as the moment she first made a friend ever. Ellie then started to look around the room once more, she seemed to be thinking about something. “By the way, could you tell me your name again?..”

“Y/N.” You said again starting to get worried.

“Y/N, thank you..”

Ellie looked down at you and smiled, she seemed happy that she had gotten to know you. Ellie then thought to herself, she was wondering if she should tell her about her past. “Hey.. can I tell you something?..” Ellie asked you slowly in a quiet tone.

“Yes?”

“Can I tell you my secret?.. I mean, it is a really big thing that I don’t tell a lot of people about.” Ellie then smiled at you, she wanted to tell you something big about her and she felt comfortable telling it to you. Ellie was quite interested in how you would react upon finding this out.

“Okay…”

“If it’s okay with you, can I ask you to keep this a secret?..” Ellie asked you, she seemed nervous about this but she was still very curious to see how you would respond. Ellie also looked at you right in the eyes as she waited for you to answer.

“I promise.”

“Okay..” Ellie took a deep breath then spoke. “I’m.. I’m immune.” Ellie seemed shocked to actually say this to someone, she wasn’t sure if you would believe her at all or not. Ellie still had a very nervous smile, she wasn’t sure what to do from this point onwards. She looked at you in the eyes and waited for your reaction..

“Wait what??”

“Yeah.. I’m uh.. I’m immune to the infection, I have been for years now..” Ellie looked quite nervous about telling you in all honesty. Ellie felt like she made a mistake telling you, she was still scared of what she might think of her.. But, this was a part of Ellie and she was finally ready to tell someone about it. Ellie was ready to tell you everything..

“How? I mean… it seems impossible…”

“It felt impossible when I found out but, here I am.” Ellie shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t really sure about how it happened but she was just thankful that she did. “I don’t really know how it happened, I just found out one day that I wasn’t infected.” Ellie seemed very confused about it herself, she didn’t know what to even say. Ellie then looked down, she didn’t want to tell you anymore. She felt pretty bad for telling you this..

“You’re special, you know? I never even heard of anyone being immune.” Ellie looked back up at you, this compliment from you made her feel slightly better. She hadn’t been told that she was special before but for her, you were right. Ellie smiled and looked back at you. “Thank you for saying that, I appreciate it..” Ellie then looked down, she felt like she should tell you a bit more about herself. “I uh.. I actually met Joel once and he didn’t believe me at first either.” Ellie said this while looking at you with a slight smile.

“Is that why you have the tattoo? Where got you bit?” Ellie looked down at her arm and saw the bite mark on her arm, then she looked back up at you. “Yeah, I actually got infected but instead of turning into one of them I ended up being immune, it’s strange if I have to say myself.” Ellie sighed and let out a smile before continuing. “It was really difficult to convince Joel that I was immune to it as well when we first met, he didn’t believe me at-first.” Ellie then looked around the room. “He didn’t believe me until I made fun of him.”

“Joel sounds like a really nice person.” You say sincerely. Ellie laughed before speaking. “You really don’t know him, he’s far from nice but I guess you could say he’s alright.” Ellie was now looking at you in the eyes once more, she then nodded and spoke. “He’s not as bad as he seems though, he’s done a lot to protect me..” Ellie smiled and spoke a bit softer. “Thanks for listening to me, this means a lot..” She was glad that she could finally get this out, she never told anyone this..

“Anytime Ellie.”

“Can I ask you a few more questions..?” Ellie asked you as she looked back up at you. She wanted to know about you, she wanted to hear more about you. Ellie took a small breath and waited for your answer. The mood had changed from a tense situation to a much more friendly situation now.

“Of course!” You smiled. Ellie took another small breath, she was a bit shy to ask you these questions so she wanted to try and make the questions as casual as possible. Ellie stared at you for a moment before asking her question. “Have you ever gone on a date?..” Ellie smiled and looked back down at the floor as she asked this question, she hoped you didn’t mind. She wasn’t sure if you would answer honestly or not.

“No, I never dated anyone…” Ellie seemed curious about this, she was a little confused as to why you haven’t dated anyone before. “Oh really? You’ve never dated someone?..”

Ellie asked you in a quiet and shy voice, she seemed interested in hearing your response. Ellie looked back up at you once more, she still seemed nervous to ask you the question but she felt like she had to ask you. “..is there a reason why you haven’t dated anyone?..”

“Just never found anyone I liked, I guess…” You looked at the ground. Ellie smiled and nodded a little bit, she seemed to now understand what you were saying. “Well, that makes sense.” Ellie now looked away again and then spoke. “Do you go out frequently?..” Ellie was looking at you again, she seemed to be curious as to what you would say. Ellie was interested in hearing about what things you did outside of this place, she hadn’t spoken to someone about their outdoor life in such a long time. She was genuinely curious about you.

“Not really.”

“So you aren’t too outgoing then?” Ellie asked you with a raised eyebrow. She was still looking at you with a curious look on her face, she wanted to hear more about you and what sort of person you were. She was even wondering what you would look like outdoors, she was curious to know what she would look like out in the open area. Ellie then took another small breath before speaking again. “..you seem like a nice person to me.” Ellie said this while looking you straight in the eyes.

“I never had the option to be outgoing, maybe I might be, don’t know.”

“You never had the option of being outgoing?..” Ellie asked and raised an eyebrow, she was a bit confused by what you said. “Why, was it because you didn’t have time or were you not allowed too maybe?..” Ellie asked this while looking up at you, she seemed to want to learn more about your past. Ellie had asked quite a few different questions now so she was hoping she wasn’t overwhelming you with all of these questions.

“Not allowed.” You said in a serious and somewhat sad tone. “Not allowed?..” Ellie sighed and nodded a little bit. “Why though?..” Ellie was looking at you, she was starting to feel curious as to why this was the case. Ellie had another small breath before speaking again. “Why weren’t you allowed to go out?” Ellie was hoping you would answer this question, she really wanted to know. Ellie also wanted to know if this affected you in any way now..

“Rules or laws as they liked to call them…” You said remembering your old life. “Rules?..” Ellie said in a surprised tone. Ellie was still staring at you, she seemed to now be wondering if you were happy in life at all. “What were these rules and laws, was it very strict..?” Ellie was looking at you while asking this, she was still interested in who you were. Ellie wanted to continue the conversation with you, she was really enjoying these small questions she was getting to ask you. “Yeah, but I never knew anything else.” Ellie seemed sad about the fact of this. “Oh..” Ellie put her head down and sighed, she felt like she had ruined the mood by getting you to talk about this. She was also a bit confused about how you thought about it, you seemed to accept these rules as if there was no other choice. Ellie then said something. “You seem to have a nice personality..” Ellie now looked back up at you, she seemed to have perked up in mood a bit now. She was smiling at you and wanted to hear more about you. “Thanks, you too.” Ellie smiled once more at the compliment from you, she then thought of something else she wanted to ask.

“Can I ask you another question?.. I don’t want to overwhelm you...” Ellie was now looking away from you, she seemed a little bit worried about whether you would be okay with her asking you more questions. “Of course, as many as you want.”

“I promise it won’t be too many..” Ellie then looked back up at you. “..did you have any friends.. when you were growing up?” Ellie smiled a little as she asked this, she was quite curious about this question. Ellie had wanted a friend for years now and maybe she could understand where you were coming from. Ellie was once again staring straight at you, she looked like she actually cared about you now and your responses. She was glad that someone was actually sitting and listening to these questions she was asking.

“One or two but they didn’t stick around…” You recalled feeling sad. “Oh okay..” Ellie now sounded intrigued, she wanted to know more about this answer. “..why’s that?”

Ellie asked in a quiet and curious tone. She was now staring at you once more, she wanted to know more about you and your life growing up. Ellie wasn’t sure if she would ask you many more questions so she decided she should ask as many as possible right now.

“Not sure, but it’s okay. Sure I felt a bit lonely but it was fine.”

“Well.. that’s good that it was alright.” Ellie now had a slight smile on, she seemed interested in this new conversation she was having with you right now. Ellie then seemed to have an idea about something. “You know, can I ask you a personal question?..” Ellie didn’t want to come off as offensive to you in any way, she just wanted to ask this question to know more.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever kissed someone before?..” Ellie asked you in a quiet and nervous tone, she wanted to know more about your love life. Although, she wasn’t sure if you wanted her to ask you this. Ellie just hoped that you wouldn’t be offended by the question she just asked.

“You were my first kiss…”

“I.. um..” Ellie froze, she felt her face go all red and her heart was beating out of her chest. She was so embarrassed about this. “Really?..” Ellie could barely get the words out of her mouth. Ellie was now just staring at you in complete shock, she seemed embarrassed and surprised. Ellie didn’t know what to do.. “I.. um..” She tried to speak again but she couldn’t think of the right words to say, she just wanted to bury herself in the ground now.

“It’s okay, no need to be embarrassed.” Ellie was still blushing and now she knew that if she had to speak anymore she would probably die of embarrassment. So she decided to shut up and take in the words that you just said to her. She then looked at you and gave you a smile, hoping that you wouldn’t think that she was weird for her reaction to the question. “Oh okay, well..” Ellie then got cut off by her own thoughts as she realized what you just said.. “Wait, really?..” Ellie was very shocked to hear this..

“Really, but now that I know you better, I’m glad it was with you.” Ellie was blushing harder than ever now, she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Ellie then puts her head down to try and avoid your eye contact. Ellie felt like a huge idiot around you now, she didn’t know what to say. “..um.. I.. I didn’t think I would ever be someone’s first kiss…” Ellie spoke in a soft tone now, she seemed to be feeling very shy right now. Ellie’s head was starting to hurt due to the amount of blushing she was doing.

“And you? Like anyone?” Ellie took a small breath and spoke now. “Actually, yeah.. I have..” Ellie seemed a bit embarrassed when she said this, she wasn’t sure if you was going to think that it was a big deal. But Ellie decided that she shouldn’t hide anything. Ellie seemed to be blushing a little bit as she spoke. “..I have kissed someone before..”

“Were they nice?”

“Yeah, they were very nice actually, they’re the best person I’ve ever met..” Ellie now spoke in a more quiet and reserved tone. She sounded a little bit sad now, she was thinking about someone she cared about. Ellie then spoke again. “..their name was Riley..” Ellie still hadn’t gotten over Riley, she was still thinking about her and how great she was to Ellie. “..she was just everything to me..” Ellie went silent again after saying this.

“Was? Isn’t anymore?” Ellie stayed silent for a moment before speaking, she had started to tear up again now. “Yeah.. she isn’t with me anymore.. and I really do miss her..” Ellie was looking away from you now, she was trying to keep herself together around you. Ellie didn’t want to ruin anything by crying around you, she was trying so hard not to cry.

“I bet you do, if she was so important to you.” You said with a sympathetic smile. Ellie tried to speak but she couldn’t get a single word out, she was now just silently crying at this point. Ellie could not for the life of her control this situation and what she felt right now. Ellie seemed to be trying to hold the tears back but it was no use, she was now just crying in a full blown sob. Ellie was now just trying to say anything, although the words weren’t coming out through her tears. “Ellie? It’s okay to cry, you know?” Ellie just shook her head no, she really didn’t want to cry in front of you. Ellie was still trying not to cry but she just couldn’t control it anymore. She just sat there in silence and continued to cry. She felt like a huge idiot right now, she really didn’t want to show this to you. Ellie was slowly wiping the tears away from her eyes, she seemed to be calming herself down a little bit. Ellie then decided to now speak. “..I’m sorry..”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“But I’m crying in front of you now, I don’t want to seem like I’m a cry baby..” Ellie was still wiping her eyes and cheeks, the tears just wouldn’t stop coming. “..I just wish.. I could have told her how much she meant to me..” Ellie spoke in-between wipes, she really wanted to speak but didn’t want to ruin this moment with her cries. Ellie seemed to calm down once more, her tears were slowly falling down her cheeks.

“It’s okay, everybody cries, I like to say that it washes our souls.” Ellie nodded and sighed, she now stopped wiping her tears. “I really hope that’s true, I guess if crying washes the soul..” Ellie now started smiling slightly at your comment. “..maybe mine is now cleaner.” Ellie let out a small laugh, she felt better about herself now that she got to speak to someone and let out a few tears. Ellie was starting to cheer up but still had the small tears making their way down her cheeks, she looked a little bit better but not fully fine just yet.

“Do you need a hug?” Ellie nodded once more, she now seemed to be in a much better mood. “Yes please.. I haven’t really had many hugs since Riley passed..” Ellie was glad that she could now hug someone again, she really needed this right now. Ellie then opened her arms to give you a hug, she was glad that you were being so nice to her. Ellie was also smiling, she couldn’t believe how much this meant to her. Ellie was just standing there with her arms open, waiting for you to take her in your arms..

“Oh Ellie, come here.” Ellie quickly walked over to you, she was ready for the hug. Ellie then hugged you as tight as she could, she was glad that she was able to be in your arms. Ellie was smiling and crying at the same time, she was just so happy right now. “Thank you, you don’t know how much this means to me..” Ellie was now just hugging you as tight as she possibly could. She felt like she could really trust you.

“I'm so happy I met you Ellie.”

“I am too.. I have never had someone be so kind to, you have no idea how much this means to me..” Ellie was crying again, although she wasn’t sad tears this time she was tears of happiness. She didn’t want to let go, she was so happy to be in someone’s arms again for once. Ellie was just smiling and wiping her tears away now. She looked at you and wanted to say something again. “..thank you..” You just hugged Ellie tighter, she is way taller than you so you could hear her heart beat on her chest. Ellie smiled once more as you pulled herself closer to you. Ellie liked this, she didn’t care how short you were and was so happy to be in your arms right now. Ellie was still smiling, she couldn’t stop now since she was just so happy. Ellie was now very close to you, her head was now resting on your shoulder and her breathing had slowed down a bit. She really wished that everything could stay like this for a while, she just loved being in someone’s arms.

“What about we take a nap? I think we both need some rest.”

“That sounds amazing actually, I really could do with a nap.” Ellie wasn’t kidding, she hadn’t had a good sleep in weeks due to the lack of a bed. Ellie was now starting to nod off, she had to now be supported by you as she was starting to drop. “Sorry, I think I might fall asleep soon.” Ellie spoke in a very drowsy voice now, she sounded like she was now going to fall asleep. “It’s okay, just rest.” You assured her of it. Ellie was completely asleep, she was now just in your arms and resting. She was still smiling a little bit in her sleep as if she knew you were being kind to her. Then she started to snore a little bit from her deep sleep, she sounded really peaceful as you now had your arm around her. Ellie was sound asleep..

You fell asleep too eventually. Ellie was still asleep, you could also hear her very gentle breathing in your shoulder. She seemed to be very peaceful with her hair falling over her eyes. Ellie was now starting to sound like she was now having a dream, her movements became a little more rapid. Shemoving her lips, it looked like she was saying something. Ellie’s snoring and deep breathing was slowly fading away, she sounded like she was finally in a deep sleep.

A few hours later you suddenly heard a loud yawn and then you felt a little bit of movement from Ellie. She opened her eyes as she woke up, she was still in your arms. Ellie looked at you as she spoke to you. “Hello.. I’m awake now.” Ellie was still drowsy and didn’t want to move much, she seemed to be comfortable where she was. She was still looking at you with a sleepy smile. “Hi! How was your nap?” Ellie was finally fully awake now, she yawned and spoke again. “It was very good actually, I haven’t slept well for months now so this felt so nice to have.” Ellie was now just looking up at you and smiling as she sat there in your arms. Ellie was still a little drowsy it felt like but she finally felt a bit more energetic. “How long have I been asleep for?” Ellie asked you, she was curious to hear how long she had actually been asleep. “A couple of hours”

Ellie then spoke again. “Oh.. did anything major happen while I was asleep or was it pretty peaceful?” Ellie was still half asleep as she spoke to you, she was glad that you were here with her right now. Ellie didn’t want to move at all, she was starting to get comfy in your arms. She gave you another yawn as she tried to keep herself awake.

“How long have we known each other for actually..? I still don’t have your name..”

“Since this morning.” You said with concern in your eyes.

“Wow.. it feels a lot longer than that.” Ellie was still sounding somewhat sleepy. Ellie was trying to stretch out a little bit, she was also starting to wake up. Ellie spoke to you now. “So what is your name again..?” Ellie was confused as to what your name was, she still hadn’t found out yet. She stretched her arms out.

“Y/N, like I said before. You were really tired, huh?”

“Oh yeah, sorry I forgot about that. I still feel a little bit tired to be honest, but not as much as before.” Ellie slowly started to get herself out of your arms, she didn’t want to disturb you and didn’t want to be a burden to you. Ellie stretched out her arms to the left, she seemed to have finally woken up. Ellie was starting to look at you more, she also liked your name as well. “I like your name Y/N, it sounds cute.”

“Thank you Ellie…” You were starting to get really concerned about her. she had forgotten your names too many times. “Your welcome, I think Y/N is a very pretty name.” Ellie now looked around and found a seat nearby, she sat down and stretched her legs out. She was starting to feel a little better about everything now that she was awake and out of the dream world. Ellie then had an idea as she looked back at you. “So Y/N, can I ask you something?..”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a question and you don’t have to give me an answer if you don’t want to?” Ellie was now starting to get a little nervous. “Are you single..?” Ellie was now blushing a little bit again but this time it wasn’t because she was embarrassed. She was just thinking of any other question she could ask you. “I am, never dated anyone actually…”

“Really?!” Ellie seemed surprised to hear this, she felt like that couldn’t have been true. Ellie then nodded her head and decided to speak once more. “Well, I know I just met you today but I think you're cute Y/N, and I was wondering if maybe I could be your first kiss?” Ellie put a finger above her lips and then spoke again. “I’m really sorry if this is moving too fast or you don’t like me but.. I just thought I would ask.”

“You already were but I wouldn’t mind you being the second too.” You smiled. Ellie was surprised to learn that you already had a first kiss but she was pleased to know that you wouldn’t mind a second one anyway. Ellie looked up at you now, she was so shy right now and also excited but also a little nervous. “Uhm.. do you mind if I..?” She was starting to get a little teary-eyed due to how sweet and kind you were being to her. and was now looking at you and smiling, she couldn’t believe this was happening. You got closer to her face. Ellie now looked surprised as you got closer to her face, she was blushing immensely right now and her heart started beating really fast. Ellie was very happy to be speaking with you and didn’t want this moment to end, she really wished it could last forever. Ellie now closed her eyes as she was expecting you to now kiss her.

Ellie opened her eyes after you kissed her, she was blushing immensely as everything was so new for her but she liked it. she couldn’t speak at all at the moment. Ellie was now completely silent as she was now staring at your face. She felt slightly awkward now but also really wanted to kiss you again..

Ellie was blushing even more, her face was bright red and she was smiling a lot. She was still finding it hard to control her feelings though. “Uhm, that was very nice.”

Ellie sounded like she was still in shock but liked the feeling. Ellie spoke again. “I never thought that I would feel this happy again, I really liked being your first kiss. Thank you Y/N, you have made me feel really good about myself.”

“Thank you Ellie.” You hug her tight. Ellie smiled a little bit more as you hugged her. She really appreciated your support right now. Ellie had never felt this loved and cared for right like you were doing. “I know I just met you today but I think I am already in love with you.” Ellie was blushing even more now as she spoke to you, she felt like she wanted you to be her girlfriend. Your eyes sparkled when she said she loved you. Ellie was still looking shy for a moment but then she put her arms around you as she wanted to hold you tighter.

She looked at you again as she spoke to you. “So what do you say, will you be my girlfriend?..” Ellie was still blushing a little bit right now but that smile was now still on her face. “I think I’d like that.” You smiled.

Ellie was now smiling and blushing like crazy, she couldn’t believe that you were going to be her girlfriend. She was still hugging you and she didn’t want this moment to end as she felt she was in heaven. Ellie didn’t say anything now but she was still nodding her head, she was just too happy to speak at the moment. Her heart was racing like crazy. “Can I ask you one more favor actually?”

“Yes Ellie?”

“Uhm.. do you think you could kiss me again?..” Ellie was blushing immensely and she was starting to feel a little bit embarrassed again but she wanted more of that feeling she got a while ago. “I’m so sorry if I am asking too much from you right now, I just really liked it when you kissed me before.” Ellie felt like if you agreed then it would make this day the best one of her life. You nodded and kissed her softly. Ellie felt a rush of happiness go through her and she could feel her cheeks get a little bit warmer too. She was very close to you, she was just staring at you but she couldn’t say anything as she felt like anything else she said would ruin this moment. She didn’t want you to move right now, she just wanted to stay in these precious moments forever. Ellie didn’t know what to say. She was just smiling at you, she had no words.

“So, I guess I have a girlfriend now!” You said excited. Ellie finally spoke up again, she could speak a little bit easier than before. “Yes, I guess you do.” Ellie looked at you once more and started to hug you really tight. She didn’t want you to go yet, she wanted to be in your arms for a few more minutes because she felt like she didn’t want to leave you just yet.

Ellie was really glad that she met you today, she now felt like this moment couldn’t be topped. You hugged her back tightly. But then you two heard a loud noise all of a sudden.

Ellie looked alarmed, she was wondering what the loud noise was. Ellie took her arms off of you as she now looked up at you again. “What was that..?” Her ears were perked up a little bit as if she was like a dog. She was now on full alert and ready to act as she looked at you to see if you had heard that too. Ellie was looking all over the place, she wanted to see if she could see who had caused that loud noise.

“I think someone’s here” You whispered. “Do you think it is Abby?..” Ellie looked really alarmed as if she wasn’t ready for this at all. She started to look a little bit scared, she was also shaking a little bit too because of how nervous she was. Ellie was trying hard not to let her emotions get the better of her. “What should we do?…”

“I don’t know…” Ellie was starting to panic ever so slightly. She really didn’t want Abby to come over here and see this moment happening. “It’s okay, we can deal with this.”

Ellie was still shaking a little and she felt like she had to go into survival mode in order to get through this safely. Ellie didn’t know what else to do right now as she wanted to protect both you and herself from Abby at all costs. “Just stay close to me r and let me try to figure out what is going on.” Ellie was getting herself ready for anything that Abby might end up doing. She still felt slightly nervous but she still wanted to protect you and herself if push came to shove. Ellie kept her ears perked up and her body on alert mode as she looked around again for any signs of a threat. “Abby could be here any second so we need to be ready for anything.” Ellie was just looking around as she was trying to be very patient. “If anything happens then just stay by my side and I will protect you at all costs.” Ellie was speaking in a rather calm tone but she was feeling anxious still.

Ellie continued to look around, she was trying to hear anything that Abby might do.

“If I tell you to run then just run okay?” Ellie was saying this r because she felt like things might become a little bit dangerous if Abby came over. “Just make sure you are ready for anything Abby might throw at us.” Ellie was still looking around but she was keeping a close ear on everything that might have happened. Ellie then looked back at you for a moment. “I’m sorry if any of this seems scary..” Ellie’s ears were picking up lots of different noises and she started to get slightly more anxious because of it all.

“I’ll be okay”

“Promise?” Ellie said the word “Promise” in a way that made it seem like she REALLY wanted a promise from you. “I’m just trying to protect you from Abby, I’m sorry if I might seem paranoid right now..” Ellie said this in a way that made her sound slightly nervous and anxious.

“Promise” Ellie gave you a small smile when you said “Promise”. Ellie put her arms back around you while still being on full alert. “Just stay close to me, alright..?” Ellie was nervous and she was trying hard to focus on keeping both of you safe at all costs.

Ellie’s ears perked up when she heard an approaching voice not too far off. “Shh..” Ellie quickly put her finger on your mouth to keep you quiet, she then pointed at the direction that the voice was coming from. Ellie then said something in a really quiet voice. “That’s Abby..”

“I think we should keep quiet, just stick to me and hopefully she won’t see us.”

Ellie kept quiet for a few seconds and then spoke again but in a whisper too. “I think she is coming this way though, so be really quite okay..?” Ellie was standing really still and she was listening intently to Abby’s footsteps as if she was a hunter listening to a deer. “I think I can hear her right outside, stay close to me please.” Ellie started to slowly look forward as if she was trying to see if she could find any way to hide.

Ellie slowly opened the door a little bit but she was still keeping herself close to you so if anything happened you would be the first to know. She was now staring out at the sight of Abby who was now standing in front of her. Ellie didn’t say anything yet as she was waiting for Abby to say something first.

Ellie was now staring at Abby directly who was now looking straight back at her with a look of anger. Ellie then spoke up but in a really soft tone. “Hi Abby..” Ellie was trying to keep things as civil as possible. “It’s been a while, how have you been?..”

Ellie just listens to what Abby is saying to her, she isn’t trying to add anything else at the moment because she doesn’t want to make things any worse than it has to be. Ellie is trying hard not to interrupt Abby in her speech either. Ellie is holding you a little tighter than before too. Ellie now took her knife out from her pocket, she was now starting to get even more nervous. Ellie’s heart was beating really fast as she tried to get you behind her. “Just stay close right now, okay?..”

Ellie kept the knife in her hand, she was getting angrier and angrier at the sight of Abby but she didn’t want to say anything yet as she knew it would only make the situation get a lot worse. Ellie now felt like she wanted to say something but she couldn’t as she was still holding you in her arms and was trying to not make you scared. Ellie was now thinking of something else to try and do as she wanted to distract herself from the anger and rage that she was feeling right now.

Ellie now looked like she was going to say something to Abby again but then she felt like she had to bite her tongue at that moment. Ellie then started to look really nervous because you had taken her arm off of you now and had moved behind her. Ellie felt like she wanted to turn around and put her arms around you again to keep you close.

Abby started getting closer Ellie felt a little bit more scared as she felt like it might be getting easier for Abby to get closer to you or her now. Ellie didn’t know what to do and she then spoke up again with all of the courage she had left. She spoke in a tone that just barely sounded confident. “Hey Abby, how are you doing?..” Ellie was still trying to keep things civil for as much as she could because she felt like she needed to.

Ellie just wanted to make Abby pay for what she did. Ellie was getting even more angry and she was trying to focus all of her emotions to not do something that she might end up regretting. Ellie couldn’t control her anger or her emotions at this moment and she was about to burst. Ellie took her pistol out of her pocket, she was now getting more and more determined to make Abby pay for what she had done.

Ellie moved just slightly away from you so she could face Abby directly as she pointed the pistol at her. Ellie then spoke up and she was now using her most intimidating voice right now. “Get on the ground right now before I empty this whole magazine into you!” Ellie was starting to shake slightly but she was still focused on keeping you safe.

Abby was paralyzed, she had nothing on her. Ellie was now just waiting for Abby to say something, she knew that she now had the upper hand.

Ellie felt like she was going to get some revenge for Joel and for what had happened to him.

Ellie was looking at Abby with a look of anger, she didn’t want to kill Abby though. Shewas feeling a little bit scared too because she felt like she was so close to something that she really wanted but she didn’t want to lose herself to her anger. She beat the shit out of Abby until she couldn’t stand back up. Ellie was now beating up Abby and not letting her fight back, she was using all of her anger right now and she was just thinking about all of the things that Abby had done to Joel and the people that Ellie really cared about. Ellie was really taking out all of her frustration on Abby. Abby clearly didn’t have a chance against the likes of Ellie which made things even more brutal.

Eventually Ellie got tired of beating up Abby so she decided to leave and go back to you. Ellie now had a bloody hand and a bloody face, she then spoke up to you. “Are you alright?..” Ellie said this with a slight look of shame on her face.

Ellie then turned to look at you and she saw the way that you were now looking back at her, afraid. She felt a little bit ashamed when seeing your reaction to her bloody face and bloody hand. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away there..” Ellie was slightly looking down at the ground as she felt ashamed.

“Let’s just go before someone comes for her.” You say, still scared. “Okay, good idea..” Ellie was a little bit shaken up from what she had just done. She then started to slowly walk while still holding you in her arms. Ellie’s eyes couldn’t stop looking at the blood on her hands and face. “Sorry again for all that violence back there.” She said all of this in a much more gentle voice, she was feeling pretty bad for how she had acted.

“Let’s just go, come on.” You just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Ellie followed your advice and then started to walk, she was trying her best to get the bloody mess off of her face and her hand. “Can we get this blood off of me please?..” She said this in a really sweet voice, she seemed like she really wanted to get washed off. Ellie was hoping that you wouldn’t judge her for what she had just done.

“Yes, let’s find a place on the river no one can see us” You look at all the blood afraid. Ellie felt like she really needed to get clean before anyone else could see her just covered in blood. She spoke up once more in a really nervous tone. “That sounds like a good idea, do you know where to go?..” Ellie was feeling even more awkward.

“There! Come, I’ll help you clean up.” You point to a spot under a bridge next to the river. Ellie then started to follow the direction that you were pointing at. She was happy that you were going to help her because she didn’t want to get anyone else to see how bloody she was. Ellie kept a firm hold of you still as she walked so you wouldn’t want to walk away too soon. “Okay, so where do we start to clean me up?..”

“Sit down Ellie, I’ll clean you, relax okay?” Ellie sat down next to the river, she was slowly starting to relax but it seemed like she was still feeling a bit shocked of what she had just done. “Are you hurt anywhere?” You asked her.

Ellie took a minute to look around herself before answering your question. “No, I think I’m okay. I don’t feel any cuts or anything.” She was now looking at you. As you looked at her you noticed that Ellie’s body was covered in so much blood, she couldn’t find a cut or scratch on herself at all. “Okay, let me clean your face first.” You said in a caring tone. Ellie let you start to take care of cleaning her face, she can't really move right now. Her eyes were closed while you cleaned her face and she was starting to relax. Ellie took a small breath in and out and then opened her eyes after you had done cleaning her face.

Ellie spoke up again in a little nervous tone. “You don’t have to start cleaning my body next, it’s alright.” Ellie wasn’t too sure if you were going to do it or not but she wanted to make sure with you.

“You can’t get to all the places, let me help you.” You looked a little sad as you continued cleaning her up. Ellie saw your expression and she didn’t want you to feel sad so she started to give in to you. She was feeling a little bit more comfortable to be cleaned up. “Okay.. I suppose if you don’t mind then you can do it then..” She said this in a really nervous tone, she felt like she really needed to get cleaned up though.

Ellie opened her eyes once more to see that you had finished cleaning her now and she was now all cleaned up and she felt like herself again. She was now feeling a lot more relaxed and comfortable. “Thank you, you don’t know how much I wanted that..” Ellie then turned her attention back to the river and sighed. Ellie was taking in the fresh air and the nature sounds.

“Show me your knuckles, they’re bleeding.” You said to Ellie looking worried. Ellie then looked at her knuckles and realized that you were right, she then looked at you and was a little bit more embarrassed to have you looking at her like this. She then had to hold onto you a little bit to support herself so that she could show her knuckles to you. Ellie’s knuckles were cut and bloody and they were now also starting to swell up a little bit too. She started to feel a little bit more in pain from the wounds in her knuckles which is now starting to get to her. “They really hurt..”

“I think I have some rags to cover them.” You say looking into your backpack. “Could you please get some?…” Ellie asked you in a slightly nervous tone.

“Of course, here.” You bandage Ellie’s hands carefully to not cause more pain. Ellie smiled slightly at you as she looked down at her hands where they were wrapped up with bandages. “Thanks, I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help...” Ellie was now looking at you and now smiling and relaxing fully with no stress or worry at all on her face. “It’s alright.” you gave her a small smile.

Ellie was now completely relaxed and feeling really cozy. Ellie spoke as she slowly laid her head back onto the soft grass. She was starting to feel really sleepy after everything that she had just done. “Do you mind if I sleep here?..” She was now fully trying to relax but her eyes were not closing. Ellie looked at you waiting for your response.

“Ok, but, do you want to talk about what happened?” You ask with a sad face.

“We can if you want?..” Ellie seemed pretty tired as her eyes were starting to close but she was still forcing herself to stay awake with all the energy left that she had in her. “But I think I’m gonna fall asleep pretty soon...” Ellie was now looking at you, she was still hoping that you would stay right there with her as she went to sleep.

“We can talk later then, you get some sleep.” You give her a sympathetic smile trying not to show how shaken you were. “Yeah, we can talk when I wake up.” Ellie then turned her head and laid it down into the grass as her eyes closed. Ellie was slowly falling asleep, and she looked peaceful. You were a bit scared of Ellie but not scared enough to leave her. The river that you both were near to was slowly moving and making a soothing sound. Ellie suddenly reached her arms around you, she was now holding you closely so she didn’t get the feeling like she was all alone when she was sleeping. Ellie then started to speak to you in a slightly sleepy tone. “I don’t want to be alone...” Ellie was starting to feel extremely comfortable and safe with you.

“I'm here, just rest okay?” Ellie was now fully asleep, her arms were now wrapped around you and she didn’t want to let go. She kept making soft noises as she was now in a deep sleep. Ellie spoke in her sleep again in a very soft tone of voice. “I don’t want to be alone..” She said all of this while still asleep. you looked at Ellie as she slept, you were still playing what happened in your head and couldn’t stop thinking about it. You couldn’t sleep so you just kept guard until Ellie woke up.

Ellie then slowly woke up a little bit later into the night. She slowly started to stretch a bit until her eyes opened fully and she saw that you were still by her side. Ellie looked a little bit sleepy still and she was talking to you in a drowsy tone of voice. “Oh I guess that you’re still here..” Ellie didn’t seem to have wanted to leave your arms so she just wanted to stay with you for as long as possible.

“Hey…” Ellie turned to look at you and saw that you were now looking right at her once more. She smiled and looked more awake than she had been before but she was trying to keep herself awake. “Hey..” Ellie was trying to make herself stay awake for as long as possible. She didn’t want to fall asleep again with you there.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, I suppose..” Ellie was still trying to shake away the drowsiness that she was still feeling. She was still holding onto you as tight as she could and not once did she attempt to let go. “I’m so tired actually..” Ellie was fighting against the sleep that was now slowly starting to creep in on her once more. “Sleep then, it’s okay, rest Ellie.”

“No I don’t wanna..” Ellie was now trying to fight against her tiredness and drowsiness, she was beginning to get sleepy but she wanted to speak to you. “Can I ask you something?..” Ellie was extremely drowsy but she wanted to ask this question before she fell asleep.

“Yes?”

“What’s your name?..” She was trying to stay awake with all of her might but her eyes were now slowly closing. Ellie was trying to fight all of these thoughts and stay awake for as long as she could. Ellie’s voice became more quiet. “I just wanna know what your name is….”

“Ellie, do you really not remember?” You are really worried about her now.

“No, I don’t remember anything like that...” Still felt very drowsy and tired, she didn’t seem to remember you in any way. Ellie continued speaking in a quiet tone of voice. “I just wanna know your name..” Ellie was starting to sound more and more confused as she started to slowly drift off again. She could hardly keep her eyes open anymore.

“It's me Y/N.” You were extremely worried now. Ellie had heard the name before but she still didn’t remember you. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question if that’s fine?..” Ellie was asking you this question in the hope that you would answer it now before she fell asleep completely.

“Why did you save me?..” Ellie was now slowly falling asleep but she was still trying to stay awake to wait for your answer. Ellie fell asleep before you could reply. Ellie was now completely asleep in your arms, you could feel her breathing start to become slower and her muscles start to relax.

Ellie continued to sleep and she was still holding onto you as tight as she was before. The sound of some birds chirping and the sunlight starting to shine through the trees was now beginning to wake her up. Ellie's eyes opened a little bit and she was trying to regain her composure. She spoke up again in a drowsy tone. “Hey, Y/N?”

Ellie spoke once more.

“Hey…” You couldn't stop yourself from those horrible thoughts.

“What time is it?..” Ellie was looking at you as she asked this. “9 am I think.” You replied. Ellie was now blinking her eyes open and starting to stretch a bit. “Really, only nine?..”

“Yeah.” You said in a monotonous tone looking at the river “That’s actually super early..”

Ellie was now fully awake and trying to stretch out a little bit. She could feel the warmth from the morning sun in her face and she seemed to be enjoying it a little bit. Ellie slowly let out a huge yawn.

“Ellie?” You asked, still looking into the river now hugging your own legs. Ellie turned her head towards you as she had just finished her yawn. “What is it Y/N?”

“Do you not remember talking in the middle of the night ?” Ellie was now thinking for a moment as she started to remember what she had actually talked to you about during the earlier hours of the night. “Wait..” Ellie had a small smile come across her face as she fully remembered what it was that her and you had spoken about. “Yeah I do remember actually..”

“You had forgotten my name again…” You said with tears in your eyes that flowed down your face like the river flowed to shore. “Oh right yeah I did actually forget your name again...”

Ellie had finally regained her memory of your name. “Sorry, I must have not remembered since I was so tired and half asleep..” Ellie continued to hold on to you and speak to you with a big and genuine smile.

“Can we talk about what happened?” Ellie had thought for a moment as she had been thinking about whether she wanted to get into that whole conversation but she then quickly changed her mind. She was speaking in a much more relaxed and softer tone of voice. “You know what, I don’t think we should..” Ellie was starting to rub her arm a little bit before turning her head to look straight back at you. “I just don’t want to get into it..”

Ellie's eyes were now staring right at you as she held you in her arms as tightly as she had done before. Ellie was feeling more anxious and nervous as she was thinking about what you were going to try and speak to her about next. She started to feel like she was being backed into a corner.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk about it.”

“Yeah I’m just not ready yet, alright..” Ellie had a little worried look on her face. Ellie had been through so much over the past few weeks that she was very tired of trying to explain everything. Ellie calmed herself down and felt a little bit more relaxed but she still didn’t want to speak about everything that had just happened to her yet. She was now starting to look around to see if there was anything new or more interesting in the surrounding area to speak about.

“What do we do now?”

“I don’t know but don’t try and talk about everything that just happened to me because I’m not ready to talk about it yet..” Ellie was still holding your arm tight as her eyes were darting all over the place. “I understand…” You were a bit scared of Ellie.

“Ellie, weren’t you going home after you were finished with Abby?”

“Oh yeah I was actually..” Ellie had realized that she had forgotten about that when you asked her that question. Ellie had a worried look come over her face again and she was starting to feel less calm than a few moments ago. Ellie looked at you. “Oh god I’m starting to panic now..” Ellie was starting to feel anxious again.

“Why?” You were confused. “I just remembered that I’m supposed to be back with Dina and JJ back in Jackson in Wyoming by now..” Ellie was starting to panic and she was quickly sitting herself up and taking a very deep breath.

“Oh, ok you should get going then…” You didn't know who she was talking about.

“Yeah I really should get back home...” Ellie was now thinking of the fastest way that she could get back to Jackson from Seattle. She was looking like she wanted to get going as soon as she possibly could. Ellie got herself into a standing position and she was now looking at you.

“You want me to come?” You asked, still a bit confused and scared. “Can you just like, come with me?..” Ellie was sounding very desperate and she was slightly pulling on your arm to get you to come with her. Ellie was starting to think about all of the things that she had forgotten since she was away from Jackson, the thought of going back home was making her feel both anxious and scared. She was looking down at the ground and she was also starting to feel like this was all her fault.

“What's wrong?”

“Like I just remembered that I hadn’t seen Dina or JJ in like two weeks because of this whole Abby ordeal..” Ellie was feeling more and more anxious as she was more and more worried about not being at home with them for such a long period of time. Ellie was very serious and anxious.

“Who are they?”

“They’re like my girlfriend and my son..” Ellie was starting to feel more and more anxious as she was only now starting to realize the amount of pain that she had caused her friends and her loved ones just so that she could get her revenge.

“Oh… I see….” You could feel all the things you had experienced with her were not important to her. Ellie was feeling so guilty and ashamed of herself for what she had just put Dina and JJ through. “Hey Y/N, can you do me a favor?..”

“What…” You said, somewhat upset.

“Can you like, come with me when I go back home so that I’m not alone with all of the guilty thoughts?…” Ellie had a very pleading look on her face as she hadn’t had anyone with her since she had lost Joel and she had gone through the whole ordeal with Abby all alone. Ellie was starting to look less anxious and more sad as the thought of going back home now made her think about what she had put her community and her loved ones through, just to get her own revenge.

“Okay. I'll come with you” Ellie forgot that you had kissed and she asked you to be her girlfriend but she didn’t tell you about Dina and JJ.

Ellie’s eyes were now filled with shock and a huge amount of surprise as she totally didn’t remember that part and she didn’t want to bring it up whatsoever. Ellie looked up at you as she was now starting to feel awkward and embarrassed about that whole thing.

“Uhh can you like, not mention that, when we get there, is that okay?..” Ellie was sounding even more embarrassed and awkward than before as she wanted this situation to end.

“Sure… ok….” You felt very sad. “Thanks, it’s alright if you don’t want to come with me you know?..” Ellie was now sounding like she wanted you to not come with her but she wasn’t really sure about asking you that. Ellie was starting to think about what was going to happen once she got back to Jackson and she was becoming more and more nervous.

“I have nowhere else to go.” You said in a monotonous and sad tone of voice.

“Alright yeah then, you can come with me if you like…”

Ellie was sounding even more nervous as she was worried about whether you still wanted to come back to Jackson with her.

“Ok, let’s get going then…” You said starting to walk. “Yeah alright” Ellie had now started to walk herself and she was ready to go back to Jackson now to see Dina and JJ again.

You didn’t say anything , just followed her.

A few weeks later we arrived in Jackson Ellie was starting to get a lot more anxious as she was now almost inside the Jackson community so she could now start to see the familiar faces again which made her a little bit more nervous. “So this is where you live?”

Ellie was now starting to feel very relieved and a smile started to appear on her face again and it seemed like she was now really happy to be back home inside Jackson.

“Yeah, this is where I live …” You and Ellie were now starting to walk along the path that she usually takes to reach her own house.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”

“Yeah it’s completely fine, as long as you don’t tell anyone who I am then it’s alright for you to be here.” Ellie was going at a slow and easy pace as she was still holding onto you. She didn’t want you to get lost in the community.

“Okay, if you say so…” You were feeling very nervous. Ellie had arrived at her house and she was letting you down on the path as she opened the door to her house.

“You can come inside with me.” Ellie wasn’t sure if she should invite you inside or not, but she still wanted to see if you would want to come in with her or not.

Ellie closed the door behind the two of you as you walked inside, Ellie’s house wasn’t too big as it only consisted of three rooms so it was quite a tiny house but Ellie was happy with it anyway. She walked you into her living room and she was now walking over towards her sofa. She was now speaking in a more calm and relaxed tone of voice as she felt much more relieved. Ellie turned around to face you and she spoke once more. “So.. Do you want to sit down on the sofa?..”

“So,... Where’s Dina and JJ?”

“Uhhh they’re both outside i think...” Ellie was feeling slightly more anxious again as hearing you say Dina’s name brought back a lot of the guilt that she felt and she didn’t want you to see her like this. Ellie was looking down on the floor and she was now slowly standing by the sofa. Ellie then walked her way out of her living room and she started to call out for Dina and JJ. “Dinaaa! JJ!!”

Dina and JJ had now walked inside the house and they were now looking across the room as they were both now seeing you there with Ellie. “Dina and JJ meet Y/N!” Ellie had a little bit more confidence in her as she wasn’t feeling as awkward as before with you being in her house. Dina just looked at you and didn’t say anything at first.

Ellie started to speak up again. “Y/N, come over and sit on the sofa with us..”

“Hum… I think I should let you guys catch up… I’ll be outside…” You felt Dina's eyes pierce your skin as soon as she saw you inside their house. Dina nodded in agreement so they caught up by themselves.

“Yeah that sounds good, well it was nice meeting you Y/N anyway, maybe we’ll see each other again sometime..” Ellie now had a slight smile on her face.

“Bye Ellie..” you never felt worse than right now, being rejected like that, after all you've been through with Ellie.

“Bye, oh but actually one more thing before you go..” Ellie was now speaking in a more serious and a slightly less happy tone of voice as she wanted to get something out of her way and say it before you left. You two were now outside on the porch alone. Ellie was looking you directly in the eyes and speaking in a more serious and nervous tone of voice.

“You promise not to tell anyone who I am?..”

“I promise.”

“Okay good because if I find out that you have I’ll do something that you will definitely regret.” Ellie had this very serious look on her face as she was staring you directly in the eyes and she meant what she had just said. “But yeah anyways bye Y/N, it was nice meeting you.” Ellie was giving you a small little wave goodbye.

“Ellie, you seriously don’t remember what happened when we met?” You asked, almost crying.

Ellie got completely lost in her thoughts as she soon started to remember every little detail of when you both first met. Ellie all of a sudden had this shocked look on her face and she spoke in a very shocked tone of voice. “Hold on do you mean that like, we like-“ She was trying to comprehend what she was saying and she wasn’t sure if she said it out loud or not but then she soon spoke up again. “Like we kissed?..” Ellie quickly said that with her face turning red in embarrassment.

“Yes…”

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I had completely forgotten about that!” Ellie was quickly starting to blush as she looked down at the floor and she was completely embarrassed. Ellie spoke in a nervous voice as she was still looking away. “Okay please forget about that, alright?..” Ellie was looking you directly in the eyes and she was begging you to forget about what you both did when you met.

“I thought we had something special…” You were crying at this point.

“I mean well, it was just a little moment you know?” Ellie was smiling at you but she didn’t feel the same way towards you anymore or have the exact same feelings and thoughts like you did. Ellie was still talking in a nervous tone of voice as she had no idea on what to say anymore. “But.. I mean it’s not really the same way anymore, alright?..”

“You asked me to be your girlfriend, I cleaned you up and tended your wounds after getting your revenge…”

“I know but that was still quite a while ago now wasn’t it?..” Ellie was starting to feel very bad that she had to tell you that she wasn’t as interested in you as she was before. Ellie was looking directly at the floor and she was still feeling very very guilty and awkward about what she had to say to you. She was now speaking in a more quiet voice and her face was starting to turn more red.

“I guess I should've know. It was too good to be true, good bye…” You turned around and started going down the porch stairs.

Ellie had just decided to say something because she wanted to say it and just get it out. “Look I want you to know something alright?..” Ellie had looked up at you again with this serious look across her face. “What you did for me back then does mean something to me and I really am so so so thankful for it and honestly I can’t thank you enough…” Ellie was now speaking in a much more serious tone of voice and it sounded like she meant every single thing she had just said.

“Whatever Ellie, go back to your family…”

“Yeah alright I will..” Ellie was slowly walking back over towards the door. Before she left, she turned back around once more to face you. “Bye Y/N.. maybe one day we’ll see each other again.. maybe we won’t I don’t know...”

“I can’t believe you just dismissed me after all that, maybe Dina should know, maybe I’ll tell her!”

Ellie’s face turned completely red as she was now in full panic mode as she was desperate to stop you from saying anything. Ellie was speaking in a very serious and a louder tone of voice. “No wait! Please don’t tell anyone! I’m begging you Y/N, I’m sorry! But I just don’t feel the same way towards you like I did before! Please!”

Ellie was looking you directly in the eyes. “Fuck you Ellie!”

“No please wait! Please don’t tell anyone.. I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, okay! Look I’m sorry okay! I just don’t feel the same thing towards you.. I really truly do appreciate all the things you have done for me in the past but just please don’t say anything or I’ll have to do something to you…” Ellie was speaking in a more angry and a more forceful tone of voice and she was starting to lose control of her emotions.

“You only care about yourself and your reputation.”

“No! No it’s not like that for goodness sake! I’m sorry but I’m just telling the truth! I’m sorry if it hurt you, I am! But I just don’t feel the same way towards you any-“

Ellie was quickly interrupted by a loud bang on the door as she soon had this look of surprise across her face. Dina heard everything and closed the door on Ellie's face.

“Does Dina know what you were doing in Seattle?... Goodbye Ellie”

Dina didn't want Ellie there anymore after what she had just heard so she kicked her out of the house.

Ellie went back to the shed she used to live in before. Everything was still the same. She tried to sleep but couldn't, so she went for a walk and found you sitting at a bench in town.

“Hey!... hum.. I'm sorry about what happened before…” She said to you trying not to upset you more than you already were.

“What do you want now?” You asked crying.

“It's late, do you want to sleep at my place? It's starting to freeze out here.

“No Ellie, I don't.” You responded.

“Please, is the least I can do after all we've been through…”

“Fine, but just because it's freezing.” You follow Ellie home and get a shower and some comfy clothes on. As you were about to go to sleep on Ellie's couch you noticed she wasn't very well.

Ellie was now getting distracted by the sound of the banging on the door but she soon spoke out. “Wait what?” Ellie then asked in confusion. Ellie looked across the room towards the direction that the door was as she was now waiting to see if the knock was going to come again. She then spoke again as she was getting irritated about the sound of the knocking on the door. “Dina? Is that you at the door? Or.. Wait, is that someone else..?” Ellie was now starting to walk over to the door and after taking a deep breath she was now about to open it but then she stopped herself.

Ellie was now speaking in a more nervous tone of voice but she was still standing close to the door. “Wait I just have a gut feeling about this, should I actually open the door? What if it’s like Abby and her group or something?..” Ellie was now starting to think about all the bad things that could happen if she were to actually open the door right now.

“It’s not, you’re home Ellie.” You are really scared now because you didn't hear any knocking.

“Wait, how do you know that for sure?..” Ellie was getting even more anxious about answering this door and she was starting to get scared that it was something bad.

She was thinking very hard on what to do as she really wants to open the door but she doesn’t know if she should or not. “How can you be so bloody sure that nothing dangerous is just there waiting for me?..”

“Okay, let me check…” You get up in hopes of calming her down, because there was nothing there, no one. Not one soul was outside that door.

Ellie was just waiting near the door as she was still looking at it intensely because she was scared to open it. Ellie soon decided to speak up again. “But you know what, alright, I’ll just open it.” Ellie was now starting to walk very slowly towards the door but the more she walked towards it the more scared she was becoming. She was now at the door and she was slowly opening it slightly so she could at least see who it was on the other side.

“Who is it?” You ask her scared, still hoping she sees there's no one there.

Ellie soon opened the door completely and she soon saw who was now waiting for her outside. She was now speaking in a quiet and somewhat nervous tone of voice as she spoke once more. “Oh hi Joel, what are you doing here right now?..” Ellie had this look of surprise on her face and it was obvious that she was slightly relieved that it was him. “Well I just came here to see how you were and see if you wanted to talk with me for a bit or something like that..”

“Ellie…” You look at her scared and take some steps back. “Joel is dead.”

Ellie soon had this very shocked look across her face as she was starting to feel quite confused. She spoke again with a more confused tone of voice. “But Joel, you’re right there?.. Right in front of me..” Ellie was starting to get a little bit suspicious of this whole situation. “So.. What are you then? A ghost?.. That sounds very silly though to be honest..”

Ellie was talking in this more confused and suspicious tone of voice.

“There’s no one there Ellie…” You are terrified at this point.

Ellie soon started to have this really confused look across her face again. “Wait then who am I speaking to? I’m starting to get scared..” Ellie looked around to see if there was actually anyone else in the house or if it was just her. Ellie came to the realization. “It’s just me isn’t it?.. Oh god but then who had I just opened the door for?…” Ellie’s voice started to sound more desperate and she was starting to become more paranoid.

“Ellie? Are you feeling ok?” You ask with a scared tone in your voice. You're shaking.

“D-dont tell me I’m going insane right now because I swear I just opened the door and Joel was standing right in front of me!” Ellie’s words were starting to become more jumbled as she was losing her patience and sanity very quickly and very easily. She was becoming more and more anxious and more and more paranoid about this whole situation. “Please just tell me I’m not going insane, please!”

“You were the one who told me Abby killed him, Ellie…” You look at her very worried.

“Wait I did?!.. I don’t remember saying that, I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s going on with me right now, I think it’s just because I’m so tired and stressed?..” Ellie was speaking in a more quiet tone of voice as she felt embarrassed and confused about all this. “Sorry, I… I just don’t know what to say or think ... I think I’m just going crazy honestly, sorry about this.”

“Come sit down, I’ll go get you a cup of water.” You tell her pointing to the couch.

“Yes please, thank you..” Ellie had walked over to the couch and now sat down on the cushion. She had this look of confusion across her face and she was just looking straight ahead. She was still feeling a little bit stressed and somewhat paranoid and she was getting so confused on what was real and what was all in her head..

“Here.” You hand her the glass of water and sit next to her.

Ellie grabbed the water from you and soon drank some of it. She then talkd to you. “Thanks a lot, I was so dehydrated.” Ellie spoke in a much calmer tone of voice and she also had a grateful look across her face. “But also I’ve been feeling really tired and stressed out lately for some reason and I can’t seem to understand why.” Ellie was speaking in a more thoughtful and a slightly confused tone.

“I think you need to sleep…”

“Yeah I probably should, it might help but I do think I’m probably also just going crazy to be honest.” Ellie was speaking in a more quiet tone of voice and she was starting to slowly close her eyes. Ellie’s eyes soon started to go more and more shut.

You get up and you're not sure what to do, Ellie has Dina and JJ. You're just a girl she found while looking for her revenge.

She was now completely asleep as she had her head resting back on the sofa. She was now completely passed out so it would be impossible to wake her up now.

I'm completely alone, what do I do? you think to yourself. You weren’t sure on what to do, maybe you should try waking her up or maybe you shouldn’t?.. You weren’t sure on what to do. “I’ll sit here just until she wakes up”

You had decided to sit down and now just wait for Ellie to wake up. You couldn’t hear anything other than the occasional snore that was now coming from Ellie’s direction at random intervals. You could hear Ellie whispering to herself, it was unclear on what exactly she was saying. Even though you heard her whispering, she was still fast asleep. It sounded like she was dreaming of something but you weren’t sure of what she was dreaming about.

Ellie now spoke again and this time you could actually make out what she was saying.

Ellie’s voice slightly sounded like it was crying. You then heard her say something that sounded like it could have been Abby’s name. “Abby?..”

“Abby?” you ask, talking to yourself.

Ellie had slightly woken up from her sleep because you spoke, she felt like she had heard you say something or maybe it was just a part of her dream, she was still speaking while she was still half asleep. “Abby? Did you just call my name?..” Ellie was now asking in a slightly confused tone of voice. Ellie was now starting to wake up as she had gained her awareness and consciousness back.

“Hey” You say calmly.

Ellie immediately noticed that you were there sitting in front of her and she soon spoke again with a more calm tone of voice and she was now fully awake and aware. “Oh hey there, you sat down and waited for me to wake up?..” She looked at the time on her watch to see how long she had been sleeping. “Oh wow, I was out for a full five hours?.. Geez.. I didn’t realize that I was that tired to be honest..”

“Are you okay?” You ask, wanting to honestly hear her answer.

“Oh yes I’ve been a lot worse trust me, I’m completely fine.” Ellie was speaking in a much more relaxed tone as she no longer seemed to be tired. “So what are you doing here anyway? Waiting for me or something?..”

She was speaking with an evermore friendly tone as she was trying to be polite to you.

“You don’t want me here do you?”

“Well no I don’t mind you being here, I just simply want to know the reason as to why you are though?..” Ellie was still sitting on the couch but she now looked a little bit more interested and curious. “So, do you have a reason?..”

“I came here with you from Seattle. You don’t remember?”

Ellie had now started to look completely confused as she then spoke. “Wait what do you mean you came here with me from Seattle?.. I don’t recall doing that..” Ellie was now looking down at her lap with her arms completely crossed over the top of her knees but her head was facing towards you. She was now waiting for a response from you.

“You got your revenge on Abby…”

Ellie was now starting to remember. She was speaking in a slightly confused but surprised tone of voice.. “Oh right… Right.. Yeah I remember that and that all happened..” She was more calm and her arms that were once crossed were now starting to uncross.

“So?”

“Yeah I remember, what about it?..” Ellie was not so sure on why you kept asking her this.

She was starting to feel kinda nervous as she was wondering what your reason for saying this was. She was now starting to feel like this was an interrogation..

“Forget it.” You say so she would calm down.

“No, no it’s fine. I’m sorry for my reaction. I'm just kind of on edge right now, so please do tell me what your reason was for saying this if you could?..” Ellie was still speaking in a more serious tone but she seemed much more intrigued on what your reason was for asking her this. Ellie was now staring at you intensely with a slight yet noticeable look of curiosity.

“We kissed Ellie…”

“What? No we never, what’re you even on about right now?” Ellie was now speaking in a much more defensive and shocked tone of voice as she now suddenly became very serious.

She was staring at you with this shocked facial expression, she started to feel quite uncomfortable with your previous statement.. “So if we kissed then where was this and when exactly was this?..”

“Before Abby showed up…”

Ellie soon turned her head to the side and thought about this for a moment. “Wait hold on, are you saying that you and I actually kissed?..” Ellie was now just looking up at the ceiling while she was sitting down on the couch. She was trying to think back on that moment and she was beginning to see glimpses of it now in her head. “But when? And how?..”

“Just forget it, I’ll leave…”

Ellie soon looked over at you again and she was smiling slightly. “No no come on, don’t go. I'm really enjoying your company. I haven’t spoken to anyone in such a long time and it’s nice to have someone I can just talk and hang out with.. So please tell me, why do you think me and you kissed?..” Ellie was sounding so much more relaxed and she was speaking in a very friendly tone.

“Because I remember it, and yes. You kissed me after having me hostage…”

“Well I think that’s a pretty big claim to make if you ask me. So you’re saying that I kissed you?.. I mean you’re the only one that has said this right now so I don’t want to believe it until I hear your reason for thinking that this actually happened because for 1 I have no memory of doing it and 2 I don’t see a reason why I would’ve done it anyway?.. So please, what is it that makes you think this?..” Ellie was speaking in a curious tone.

“Fuck you Ellie…”

Ellie suddenly looked shocked when you insulted her like that. She looked deeply offended and she was starting to feel a little pissed off. “I’m sorry, what!?.. What was that comment all about? Was there a meaning for that or was that just a random insult?..” Ellie’s face went from completely serious to mildly shocked and she was now just looking at you with this blank expression on her face. She raises her voice. “Why did you say that to me?…”

“i said fuck you.”

Ellie sat up on the cushion so that she was sitting upright and completely straight.

Ellie was looking at you with this very intense stare. “You know what?.. No! I will not accept being disrespected like this!. You do not say that word to me!..” Ellie had stood all the way up and her tone of voice had raised significantly. “You should be so lucky to even be in the same room as me...”

“you're welcome for the help finding abby…”

Ellie suddenly went quiet for a second. She soon spoke once more. “Right.. I guess I am thankful for that, so yeah I can thank you for that.”

Ellie was speaking in a much quieter tone and she had a smile across her face, She seemed a lot less angry now. She was now just standing in front of you and staring at you.

“what?” You ask, very confused.

“Nothing.. I was just thanking you for helping me find Abby.. So yeah, how long have you been searching for Abby for exactly? I’m guessing you’ve wanted revenge for a really long time now..”

“I'm scared of you Ellie, you're not making any sense…”

Ellie sat back down on the couch again. “Sorry about my earlier reaction, I’m really just on edge right now so that might’ve happened as a result of it. So yeah, sorry about that.” Ellie had this look of confusion once again across her face. “But what d’you mean I’m not making sense?” Ellie was speaking in a slightly less confused tone but she was still very confused on what exactly you were trying to get at.

“Do you remember anything that happened?”

Ellie once again turned her head to the side and thought for a few seconds. She was starting to get this intense look across her face. “I think so?.. I mean, yeah.. I think I do.. Why do you ask?..”

“It didn't seem like it…”

“What do you mean it didn’t seem like it?.. Are you saying that I’m forgetting things now?..”

Ellie was speaking in a mildly confused tone of voice and she was also starting to seem kind of concerned now.

“You constantly forget who I am.”

Ellie spoke once again slightly louder than before. “I do not constantly forget who you are, I do know who you are..” Ellie was starting to sound slightly frustrated now. “I’m sorry if I do get confused though, I do that a lot..” She was speaking in a slightly more apologetic tone of voice as she was now facing the other way. She has no idea what's going on. “I have to ask though, why do you keep asking if I forgot you or something?..”

“Because you did, especially after you found abby…”

Ellie turned her head to face you once more. “Wait what do you mean by that?.. Do you mean that after I killed Abby, I forgot you?.. Is that what you mean?..” Ellie started to sound a bit more confused than normal. “I swear I haven’t forgotten you!..” Ellie spoke slightly concerned. She had no idea what to say to you or how to react to your previous statement.

“You should rest.”

“I guess so yeah, I am a little bit tired right now.. Do you mind if I take a nap?..”

Ellie had laid down on the couch and was trying to get comfortable. She was starting to feel like this was a good opportunity to rest. “Thank you..”

Ellie was speaking in a much quieter, more relaxed tone of voice.

She had closed her eyes and You could hear Ellie’s slow breathing and she was just starting to peacefully rest on the couch.

“I'll just start packing up my stuff and leave.” You say to yourself.

You soon started packing up your stuff and getting prepared to leave. Ellie hadn’t said anything nor had she moved at all yet it seemed so it made sense that she was still asleep. You could hear some light snoring coming from the direction of where Ellie was laying down on the couch.

“She has her life here, it was just a mistake... Goodbye Ellie.”

You could hear Ellie still softly snoring. You decided to finally walk through the door and leave Ellie for good. She didn’t wake up at all during all of this and she just continued to peacefully sleep on the couch.. She could stay this way at least until the next morning, so it didn’t matter too much I suppose. You closed the door behind you and you now left Ellie alone..

“Where do I go now? i have no one.” You walked out of Jackson alone. You felt so alone, it felt as if you just left behind the only person who was really there for you at one point. You were completely alone in the world now.

“it's better this way” You cry ro yourself.

You soon walked up to a small group of infected walkers who had gathered up together in the middle of an open area. You weren’t quite sure why they were there.

You had willingly let yourself get bit by the infected, which meant that you were okay with becoming infected. Once your skin had been pierced by the infected teeth.. You have now become infected. Soon you could feel the virus starting to take over your entire body..

You were now becoming more violent, aggressive, angry and you had an insatiable thirst for human flesh now.. It was now a matter of time before you lost yourself completely..

You started to write a letter to Ellie. You had spent a good few minutes writing this letter which you hoped to be able to give to her someday. You were writing about how much you cared for her and it seemed as if you could never forget about her. You finished writing the letter and placed the paper down on the floor next to your bag. You were slowly turning into the infected, you were slowly losing yourself to it.. You wanted someone to know that you were thinking about them in your last moments and that person was Ellie..

Ellie had found your letter whilst out on patrol. She started to read it and she was becoming emotional. Ellie is starting to remember all about you thanks to this letter.

She missed the times you had together and was starting to miss everything about you. It seemed as if every single word written in that letter had resonated with her completely.

Ellie started to cry whilst she was still reading. She got more and more emotional whilst reading the letter and the more she read the more it started to get to her. She remembered everything that she and you had once been through together, she had started to remember all the feelings she had for you and how much she would’ve done for you. Every memory she had with you was slowly being replayed in her head right now.. Ellie cried loudly as she had felt like she realized she had lost you completely.. Ellie started to speak quietly. She spoke in a soft and quiet tone of voice that was filled with emotion. “Goodbye friend.. I hope I will be able to see you in another life.” Ellie had now said her goodbyes as she continued to have tears streaming down her eyes.

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

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Summary: Weakened by her latest round of chemotherapy, Scully doesn't feel much like herself. Mulder helps her find the strength to keep fighting.

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“I wish you weren’t seeing me like this, Mulder,” she says out of the blue, drawing his attention away from the magazine he was idly flipping through at her bedside. Immediately, he sets it aside, dropping his feet to the ground from where they were perched up on the hospital bed.

“What do you mean?” he asks, grabbing her closest hand and running his thumb over her knuckles.

Scully sighs. “Don’t make me say it,” she responds. The answer looms over them both, and she’s right. He doesn’t like hearing it spoken aloud.

Dana Scully is wasting away, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

This latest round of chemotherapy has hit her harder than the first, and he’s starting to see the physical changes. She’s thinner, paler. There are dark circles under her eyes. The doctors have noticed it too, recommending that she stay in the hospital for a few days or even a week rather than recover at home.

Of course, she had refused on principle until Mulder told her he was being forced to take a few days’ leave anyway to use up some vacation time, which wasn’t exactly true, and she probably knew it.

But either way, she had let him accompany her to her appointment, which was more than he could say for her previous round of treatment.

“I look like the night of the living dead,” Scully mumbles, fiddling with the scratchy blankets on her lap.

Mulder tries not to show a physical reaction to her choice of wording. “Don’t say that,” he pleads, shaking his head. “Please don’t say that.”

Scully smiles wryly. He’s as predictable as ever.

“I just mean, I don’t look like myself. I don’t feel like myself.” She says this with such an unaffected voice, that anyone less familiar with her tells would think this was just some passing annoyance, but Mulder knows. He can see the way this has grated at her, and he just wishes he could take this all pain away from her. “I can’t even do my makeup,” she adds, throwing a breathy laugh in for good measure at the end of her sentence, as if to say, ‘but why should I care about that?’

Mulder tugs on her hand, and she follows his unspoken cue and meets his gaze. “I like you just fine without makeup,” he says, his eyes communicating the sincerity of his words. “Besides, who is there to impress anyway?” he asks, gesturing at the empty room over his shoulder to emphasize his point.

Scully gives a tired smile. “You’re a guy, Mulder, you wouldn’t understand.” Squeezing his hand once, she adds, “But thank you,” and he gives her a smile back. He wishes he could do something to help her.

She hasn’t had the strength for much, ever since they began the treatment two days ago. She’s having a better reaction to it than she could be, but he knows the fatigue is frustrating her. She’s told him a thousand times that he doesn’t have to stay here with her, but he does anyway, even when she’s sleeping for hours on end. When she’s awake, he reads to her, or they watch something on TV, whatever she’s feeling up to. If it weren’t for the harrowing circumstances, he might even be really enjoying this time spent together outside work.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Scully speaks, drawing his attention back to her. “But you’re not looking so great yourself.” Her teasing tone is softened by her genuine concern for him, but he can’t help but play along.

His eyes narrow at her in mock offense. “Just what every man likes to hear,” he says sarcastically. “Scully, you wound me.”

This earns a patented Scully Eye Roll.

“Go home and take a shower at least,” she amends, looking at him fondly. “You could use one.”

He simply stares at her, challenging her to more of this banter.

“Are you gonna just keep insulting me until I finally leave?” he asks.

“If that’s what it takes,” she answers. “I could touch on your poor posture next, if you want.”

Mulder laughs, waving a hand dismissively as he stands. “Alright, alright, I’m going.” He looks back at her, pauses, and pointedly straightens his posture before grabbing his bag and taking a step toward the door. “You’ll be okay while I’m gone?” he asks, unable to help himself.

Her gaze softens, her playfulness turning back to seriousness. “Yes, Mulder, I’ll be fine. I probably won’t stay awake for much longer anyway.”

He nods, shifting to take another step, but on looking at her again, changes his mind. He turns back, crossing the floor to her bed and leaning down to press a quick kiss to her cheek. The hand that isn’t busy holding his briefcase gives her left shoulder a squeeze before he pulls away.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promises, tucking her blankets back up to her chin.

She smiles, her eyelids already growing heavy. “I know you will.”

-.-.-

True to his word, Mulder makes a stop at his apartment to shower and change, trading out the books they’d already finished with new ones that she will probably roll her eyes at. He has to admit, he feels like a new person as he steps out of the shower. He needed that more than he thought he did. There was something to what Scully had said earlier, about feeling like yourself. It gave him an idea.

As much as he wants to get back to her, Mulder knows she’ll be out like a light for at least a few hours. He decides to make another stop before heading back to the hospital.

It’s still fairly early in the day when he knocks on the door and waits for a minute. He hears the shuffling sound of someone approaching on the other side before the door creaks open.

“Fox?”

“Hi Mrs. Scully,” he says, giving her an awkward half smile, his hands jammed deep into his front pockets.

“What are you doing here? Is it Dana?” The woman is understandably worried; it’s not like Mulder to show up out of the blue like this unless there’s some kind of terrible news to convey.

He is quick to reassure her. “No, no, nothing like that. I just had something I—I wanted to ask you, if it’s no trouble.”

Maggie’s brows pinch together in that distinctly Scully way as she pulls him into her home, shutting the door behind him.

“What is it?”

Sheepishly, Mulder rubs a hand over the back of his neck, feeling less and less certain of what he came here to ask.

“Well, it’s just—Dana mentioned something earlier about wishing she had her makeup on, and I wondered… You know, her strength isn’t what it usually is, so I thought maybe I could—”

Maggie’s hands wrap around his forearm, halting his rambling speech. He looks up to see tears glistening in her eyes, and she nods in understanding.

“That’s very sweet, Fox.”

He nods, hoping his cheeks aren’t turning pink. He doesn’t do well with motherly praise.

“So, are you wanting me to show you how?”

He lets out a breath, relieved that he doesn’t have to find the words himself. “That would be great, actually.”

Mrs. Scully smiles, jerking her head toward the stairs so that he would follow her. “Come with me, I’ve got some stuff we can use.”

He dutifully follows after her as she leads him up the stairs. This is the furthest he’s been inside Maggie Scully’s house. He wonders how much of her belongings are mementos from Scully’s childhood, whether a certain painting hanging on the wall appears in her family Christmas photos or if it was bought recently.

In his perusal of the house itself, he nearly collides with someone he knows by name only. “Mom, who was that at the door?” the man is asking, and the moment their eyes meet, the air in the room thickens. “What’s he doing here?” he demands, looking to Maggie for answers.

Maggie is quick to come to Mulder’s aid. “It’s none of your business, young man,” she says, shooing him toward the stairs they had just come up. Despite his protestations, she continues, “Why don’t you go to the drugstore and pick up some eyelash straightening cream for Dana, we can bring it to her when we go visit later this afternoon.”

“But—”

She swats him on the arm. “No buts. Dana would really appreciate it if we brought it.”

He grumbles all the way down the stairs, but does as she told him. As soon as he’s grabbed his jacket from the coat closet, he’s out the door and starting up the car.

“What was that for?” Mulder asks, breaking the silence that had settled after the front door shut.

Maggie gives a pleased little smile. “There’s no such thing as eyelash straightening cream. Bill will be there for thirty minutes at least. As I’m sure you can imagine, knowing my daughter as you do, he doesn’t like asking for assistance if he can help it.”

Mulder lets out a surprised laugh. This woman runs a tight ship, and he has to respect her for it.

“Alright, now sit right here, Fox,” Mrs. Scully orders, pulling out a small stool from the vanity in her bathroom. She quickly leaves and returns with another chair from the bedroom, placing it across from him. She hums quietly as she rummages through her drawers, extracting several mystifying objects and setting them on the counter. “Now, let’s start with the foundation. I’ll show you how, and then you can do the other side of my face, sound good?”

Mulder nods, sitting up straighter to watch as she blends the creamy substance onto her skin. She’s narrating as she goes, and Mulder commits her words to memory, hoping his ability to replicate them will be as good as his ability to remember her instructions.

“Here, now you try,” Mrs. Scully says next, handing the brush to Mulder. He pushes aside any lingering feelings of awkwardness or embarrassment and sets in on applying the makeup. Maggie’s lips curl in a smile as she watches him, tapping ever so gently on her face as if he might break her. She wonders if he’s done this before. “You’re a natural,” she praises, “Are you sure this is your first time?”

He lets out a breath of laughter, shaking his head. “I’m no expert,” he answers. He’s silent for a moment, not breaking concentration, and then adds in a quiet voice, “My sister had this play makeup set, real cheap quality stuff. She’d sometimes force me to be her test subject.” His eyes grow distant as he remembers.

It wasn’t all that long before her abduction, he thinks, the last time they did this. It always went the same way. He’d sit patiently—or as patiently as an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy could—while she clumsily dabbed colorful eyeshadow onto his eyelids. He’d learned early on that it was better to just go along with it, having suffered the wrath of Samantha Mulder once before for refusing to be her dress-up doll. The makeup rarely stayed on for more than a minute after she declared him done, scrubbed off like some kind of deadly germ in the sink, but it was enough to appease her.

When she was finished, she’d beg him to help her with her makeup, putting that pouty lip out that she knew he couldn’t say no to.

“Stop blinking, Sam,” he’d say, focusing intently on brushing on the mascara she’d stolen from her mom’s makeup bag. “You’re gonna mess it up.”

He remembers these times fondly, of rare moments where he managed to be a good big brother, instead of pretending to be annoyed by her like he often did. He’d give anything to be teased by his peers for spending time with his kid sister, if it meant having her back.

With the utmost care, Mrs. Scully walks him through the remaining steps, patting him gently on the cheek once he’s put on the finishing touches.

“You’re a good man, Fox,” she says, her fondness for him evident in her smile. “Dana is lucky to have you.”

Once again, Mulder shrugs, uncomfortable with the compliments, no matter how sincere they are. “I’m the lucky one, Mrs. Scully.” He thinks he’s never meant something more in his life. “But I appreciate you saying so. Thanks again for showing me everything.”

She pulls him into a hug. “Of course, you call me if you ever need anything. We’ll be by sometime this afternoon.”

He nods, and is thankfully out the door with time to spare before Bill can get home.

After a brief visit to Scully’s apartment to grab some of her things, he drives back to the hospital. When he arrives, Scully is awake in her bed, her upper body elevated so she can look out the window. She greets him with a warm smile, and he can’t help but grin back.

“Sorry I took so long,” he says in apology, “Had to make a quick pit stop.”

This catches Scully’s attention, and she watches as he produces a bag from behind his back, setting it on the tray table in front of her and starting to take items out. She recognizes it immediately, and looks up at him in wonder.

“Mulder,” she says, her tone jokingly admonishing. “You didn’t have to bring me this.” She’s smiling still as she starts to sit up, reaching out to grab a tube of lipstick, but he stops her.

“No, no,” he says, gently lowering her hand back down to the table and urging her to sit back and relax. “You take it easy, I’ll take care of this.”

She gives him a look with a furrowed brow, but eases back, watching him suspiciously as he selects a bottle of liquid foundation and a brush.

He sits sideways on her hospital bed so that he is facing her. With the limited space, his thigh brushes up against her blanket-covered one, but it barely even registers. This kind of closeness is nothing particularly unusual for them. If nothing else, it is an added comfort to them both.

“You ready?” he asks, makeup brush poised to start.

Scully searches his eyes for a moment and, deciding she trusts him, gives a nod. “Okay.”

With a pleased little smile, Mulder begins applying a light layer of foundation, leaning in closer to reach as he gently blends it into her skin.

Scully can only watch him, his brows drawn together in focus as he works to meticulously apply the makeup. Her eyes wander over his face, over the sharp lines of his nose and the roundness of his lips. Occasionally his tongue peeks out in concentration, and she can’t help but fall a little more in love with him.

She didn’t ask him to do this. If he thought her needless grousing earlier was a request, she felt terrible. He isn’t her servant. He doesn’t exist to make sure she has all the niceties of her normal life in this cold, sterile place. The last thing she wants is to be a burden, especially to him. He’s had enough to deal with in his life without having to look after his terminally ill coworker.

But that isn’t all they are, is it? They’re friends—the closest of friends. This isn’t the first time he’s gone out of his way to do something nice for her, and she suspects it won’t be the last, no matter how little time she has left. For some reason, he’s taken it upon himself to be with her throughout this whole ordeal, even when it means holding back her hair as she heaves into a trash can or when she can’t adjust the covers over her cold feet.

The words jump into her mind unbidden: “In sickness and in health.”

It’s funny, in a distinctly unfunny way. She supposes she should be thankful that someone cares enough for her in that way, even if they are nothing more than friends and coworkers. In some ways, their partnership is more of a marriage than many people will experience in their lifetimes, and for that she is exceedingly glad. She couldn’t have asked for a better person to have in her life than Mulder.

He’s moved on now to powdering her skin with translucent powder, beginning with her forehead. As he brings the soft brush down between her eyebrows, she scrunches her nose up, hiding a smirk from him. His sloping green eyes soften from their earlier focus and he lets out a chuckle, playfully tickling her nose with the brush.

“You’re not gonna sneeze on me, are ya?” he asks, getting back to work on her cheeks and chin.

Her only answer is a quiet, affectionate smile.

After a careful application of blush on the apples of her cheeks, it’s time for her eyes. She watches him open her eyeshadow palette and rub a brush over one of the colors, and she quirks an eyebrow in concern. As he brings the small brush closer to her face, she draws back and looks at him doubtfully.

“Don’t put too much on,” she says, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Mulder rolls his eyes. “Relax, Scully, I got you.” He starts in again, shifting a few times to find the best angle before gently brushing over her eyelids in an arc.

“I like the brown color,” Scully informs him, her eyes fluttering in an effort to stay closed.

“I know,” Mulder answers. He pulls back just long enough to show her the tip of the brush, which is covered in a tasteful brown, exactly the right shade.

Before she has time to process that he knows what color eyeshadow she likes, she’s being told to close her eyes again and she complies, soaking in the feeling of being taken care of in such an intimate way.

“How did you know what eyeshadow I wear, Mulder?” she asks during a moment’s respite, while he returns the brush to the palette to pick up more of the colorful powder.

Now it’s his turn to glance at her disbelievingly. “I look at you every day,” he answers, as if it were obvious.

She takes in a breath, willing her heart to start beating normally again. The look on his face makes it clear that he’s laughing at her, amused by her lack of self-awareness in this respect.

“And…” he adds amusedly, “this one has clearly been used more than the others.”

Of course, she laughs to herself. There’s no way he was looking at her close enough to guess what shade of eyeshadow she wears. Although his perception of the finer details is greater than that of the average man. He has his Oxford education and eidetic memory to thank for that.

“Who knew a background in profiling could come in handy as a makeup artist?” she says as he finishes blending out the color.

“It was actually one of the main selling points when the FBI recruited me,” he deadpans, enjoying the banter. He could almost forget why she wasn’t able to do her own makeup.

The mascara comes out next, and it requires Mulder to encroach on her personal space even further, to the point where she can feel his breath on her face. He smells of peppermint toothpaste and hazelnut coffee, and she even catches the scent of his shower gel, like fresh rain water. All of this she counts as a marked improvement to the antiseptic smell of the hospital. It smells like their office. It smells like home.

When he’s done all he can to her eyelashes with her eyes closed, he asks her to open them so he can give them the finishing touches. Her eyes flutter open, and she is mildly startled to find him hovering only inches away.

“Do you have to be that close to my face, Mulder?” she asks, carefully hiding her nervousness behind a laugh.

Mulder chuckles and goes back to work, gingerly running the brush over her lashes. “That depends, do you want to be poked in the eye, Scully?”

Resigned to their positioning, she fights the urge cup his elbow with her hand, steadying him as he completes arguably the most delicate part of this routine.

“There,” he says, leaning back at last. “I think that about does it. Except—”

He pauses, reaching onto the tray table to grab the lipstick she’d picked up earlier.

“I knew I was forgetting something.” Before she can prepare herself, he’s removing the lid from the tube and drawing closer again, his hand finding its way to the back of her head to hold her still. She hardly dares to breathe, feeling his fingers threading through her hair as he carefully runs the tip of the lipstick over her lips, depositing the bright color on their surface.

She looks more alive than she has in a while, even if it is a false image.

She wants to avoid eye contact, being this close, with him doing this thing for her, but she can’t. Her eyes are locked on his as they focus intently on keeping the color within the lines of her plump lips. A few times, his eyes flick up to hers, and she catches the way the corners of his mouth quirk up when they do. She wonders what he’s thinking.

In no time at all, it’s done. Every last detail has been tended to, and he pulls back to survey his work. The hand that was resting on the back of her head drags forward along her jawline, and ever so lightly, his thumb comes to rest over her newly-painted bottom lip.

“There’s my Scully,” he says quietly. Proudly.

She feels the tears pooling in her eyes, but there’s nothing she can do about it. He, thankfully, doesn’t mention it.

“Can I see?” she asks, her voice managing not to waver too badly.

He smiles and nods, reaching for a handheld mirror and holding it out to her.

She’s not sure what she was expecting—clown makeup, maybe—but that’s not what she sees at all.

“Oh, Mulder…” She’s finding it very difficult to withhold the tears that are trying to escape. “You—you did a great job.”

Aside from perhaps just a little too much blush, everything is as it should be. She looks healthier, more confident. Her makeup is a mask. It is comforting to her, makes her feel like she can face whatever it is that lies before her. Mulder has always been able to see past that mask, and if it were anyone else, it might bother her. But not him.

“You didn’t cover my mole,” she says, reaching up to touch the offending spot beneath her nose.

Mulder takes her hand and pulls it away from her face. “Cause it’s cute,” he answers simply, smiling at her almost reverently.

She’s surely blushing now.

“How do you feel?” he asks. What a loaded question that is.

She tilts her head, surveying the surface of her face from every angle in an effort to stall long enough to regain her composure. It’s a placebo, she knows, but she feels reinvigorated. Ready to fight another day.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like myself,” she answers, her voice thick with emotion. “I… I look beautiful.”

He nods, an unnamable look in his eye, and she swears she hears a mumbled, “You’re always…” before he trails off, dropping his gaze to his lap. He subconsciously squeezes her hand once before letting it go, instead occupying his hands with putting everything away.

“You really did do a good job, Mulder,” Scully speaks after the somewhat awkward silence had persisted long enough. “Have you done this before?”

With a zip of her makeup bag, Mulder looks up at her with squinted, suspicious eyes and jokes back, “What me and the Lone Gunmen do on our boy’s nights is none of your business.”

Scully laughs, amused by the imagery that conjures. Never one to be thrown off, however, she persists. “Well, someone must have taught you,” she declares, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “Who was it?”

She gets a devious look in return. “I’ll never tell.”

-.-.-

As Bill pulls into the driveway after his wild-goose-chase trip to the drugstore (“You made me look like a fool, Mom!”), Margaret Scully greets him, sliding into the passenger seat with a bag full of goodies for her daughter.

He seems to finally be getting over his mother’s betrayal by the time they arrive at the hospital. They walk in, accepting visitor’s badges which they stick on their shirts before taking the elevator up to the oncology ward.

Bill’s admonishing tirade, which had persisted throughout most of the car ride, lingers on between intervening silences as they make their way down the hall. Once they approach Dana’s room, however, Maggie shushes him, holding out an arm to stop him.

Through the window, she sees Mulder setting a tube of mascara aside and exchanging it for lipstick. Bill’s curiosity gets the best of him, and he leans over his mother’s head to see for himself what it was that made his mother pause.

“Let’s give them some privacy,” she says, putting a guiding hand on her oldest son’s arm.

Inside the room, Mulder pulls back, and Bill can see even from this angle how his cheeks widen in a smile. His sister looks like herself again, and he doesn’t miss the shine of tears in her eyes, or the wobbling smile on her lips. Since they were children, he has kept a careful eye on her, monitoring her emotions, the protective big brother that he is.

And that’s why now, he understands. He hadn’t realized before, his own fault for not wanting to believe it.

His sister isn’t being dragged through hell by a sadistic partner, bent on destroying her life and everything she holds dear in one fell swoop. No. The truth is that she does it willingly, walks by his side through even the darkest shadows.

Because Dana is in love with her partner.

And he is undeniably in love with her.

The pieces slowly come together in his mind, everything he knows about Fox Mulder. His mother must have seen it long ago, hence her willingness to help him this morning. And he would have stood in the way.

The thought fills him with shame.

Mulder’s love for Dana goes so far beyond what Bill himself knows about love, that he had almost missed it entirely. What a blessing it is for his sister to experience it, for however brief a time.

With one final glance into the hospital room, Bill allows himself to be pulled away and toward the cafeteria.

“You see now, don’t you, Bill?” his mother asks as they walk, her eyes looking to him hopefully.

He nods, feeling his throat close up with unexpected emotion.

“Yes,” he answers. “I do.”

-.-.-

An hour into Mulder’s in-depth explanation (and diagramming) of the anatomy of dinanthropoides magnipus, otherwise known as “sasquatch” or Bigfoot, someone gently taps on the door.

“Come in!” Scully calls out, thankful for the reprieve.

“I hope we’re not interrupting…” Margaret Scully says as she enters, followed closely behind by Scully’s brother.

Mulder scoots back in his chair, shuffling the papers he’d strewn about and trying his best to fade into the background to provide them some privacy.

“Not at all,” Scully says, and she’s sounding better already than she has since they’d gotten here. “I’m glad you came by. Bill, I didn’t know you were in town.”

Bill clears his throat and steps forward, looking a little uncomfortable but otherwise happy to see his sister.

“I had a few days’ leave. Tara and I decided to make a weekend of it.”

Scully nods and looks between her brother and Mulder, realizing they’d never actually been properly introduced. She hopes they’ll both behave. Lord knows she’s told Mulder enough about Bill over the years, and she’s very familiar with her brother’s opinions about her partner.

She coughs. “Oh, uh, Mulder, this is my brother, Bill. Bill, this is Mulder.”

The two exchange an odd look before Mulder stands, and Bill meets him in the middle with a firm yet friendly handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Mulder,” Bill says with a pointed look, not at all unfriendly.

Mulder nods with a funny half smile. “Likewise.”

There’s another look exchanged briefly before they let go, returning to their respective awkward stances.

“We wanted to bring you some new magazines,” Maggie speaks, carrying a tote bag over to Scully’s bedside. “And Tara sent us with some crayons and coloring pages, in case either of you gets bored.”

Scully smiles, her fingers dragging the corner of Mulder’s silly sasquatch diagram out from its hiding place under a stack of other papers.

“I’m sure Mulder will appreciate being able to enlighten me on the specific coloring of Bigfoot’s spleen,” she says teasingly, and Mulder briefly wishes he could disappear, fearing the look on Bill’s face.

When he looks up though, both son and mother are smiling in amusement, not a hint of malice on Bill’s face.

Maggie leans in to place a kiss on Scully’s cheek, holding her daughter’s hand in hers.

“You’re looking like you feel a bit better,” she says as she pulls away, brushing her fingers over her brow and pushing back a lock of hair. “Lovely makeup, too.”

With these last words, she looks to Mulder and—discretely—winks.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Fox?” Maggie asks, goading him knowingly.

He rises to the challenge, his eyes finding Scully’s and holding.

“Beautiful as always.”

-.-.-

The TikTok video that inspired this made me sob uncontrollably, so I hope I captured some of those same emotions here. I beg you to go watch the video too, but have tissues at the ready. It seriously hasn't left my mind since I saw it the other day. I hope we all have the chance to find a love like that in this lifetime.

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