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What I will and won’t write:

I’m very vanilla in what I like. I love writing fluffy, domestic and silly stories

Any hurt or angst will have comfort and a happy ending

I will not write any dark fics. However, posts that may mention small dark themes will have warnings. (Example: I will not write reader in a non con situation. But I may write small nondescript references to such themes)

I am a private person. Please respect my boundaries. More rules will be added in the future

Disclaimer:

I use the label lesbian for simplicity and lack of confusion, but I really prefer queer. I don’t 100% know what I am. Labels are difficult for me, but if I have to choose I would say I identify as lesbian because it fits better

Sometimes Vi can be a rough lover. She clamps a hand over your open mouth to muffle your squeals as she bites down on your shoulder, grunting into your ear. She folds you into the mattress some nights, the bed squeaks and groans as the headrest repeatedly thumps against the wall, her strap reaching places you can only dream of reaching with your fingers.

Some nights she spends what seems like hours nestled between your soft thighs, lapping you up, groaning at the sweet taste of your arousal. You fist at her hair as she sucks and licks at your sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge more times than you can count. She throws an arm over your abdomen to hold you down when you try to squirm out of her grasp. Daring to take away her meal.

It's on either of these days that you're so glad she's a master at aftercare. So willing to tend to your needs after leaving you shaking, seeing stars and blinking away tears of pleasure and/or overstimulation.

It's like a switch flips the moment she's done with you.

The softness in her eyes returns as she holds you like a precious gift. Never in her life would she ever dare actually hurting you. The very thought of it makes her sick. That's why she spends so much time soothing you and cherishing you as you come down from your high.

"Breathe, deep breaths, Angel." She softly coaxes you down from your umpteenth orgasm of the night. Her words like sweet honey in your ears, your eyes half open as you feel the muscles in your legs twitch and relax.

"You with me, Baby?" Vi whispers, a hand cupping your cheek, her thumb swiping away a stray tear that you must've shed from the overstimulation. You blink slowly a few times as your eyes focus on your lover leaning above you. Your lips curve into a lazy, sleepy smile at the sight of her serious gaze, her cheeks flushed in the low light of the bedroom.

"There she is." She murmurs, smiling as her thumb strokes over your soft, swollen lips. You reach your arms up, hooking them around her neck as you pull her closer.

"Did I hurt you at all? I didn’t push you too far, did I?" She looks you over, her worries somewhat eased by your blissed out smile.

"No, no.” You shake your head slightly. “Well, maybe a little. But fuck, that was great. I feel really good.” You chuckle softly, fingers snaking through her messy pink hair.

"Good. Stay here." She pecks your cheek, trailing small kisses down your body before rolling out of bed, putting on some boxers, a loose shirt and moving to the bathroom. You close your eyes and steady your breathing as you listen to the tap running in your connected bathroom.

Vi comes back in a moment later with a warm washcloth and a glass of water that she puts on your bedside table. You feel the bed dip slightly as she climbs back in, sitting between your legs. You jolt with a small gasp as the warm towel brushes over your oversensitive clit.

"I know, babe. I'm sorry." She coos sympathetically as she cleans up the mess between your thighs. You can feel yourself falling asleep under her soft touch.

After letting you fully catch your breath, she carefully lifts you up onto a sitting position, her hands softly snaking up and down your arms.

"Arms up." She whispers gently as she slips one of her big shirts over you. You take a sip of the water she brought you before lying back down with a thump on the soft pillows beneath your head.

Still not finished her routine, Vi crawls next to you and carefully moves your legs up and down, stretching the sore muscles that were previously folded and looped over her shoulders. You giggle as you watch her stretch her back, laughing at the pops coming from her spine and neck.

After all that, Vi crawls under the covers with you, laying on her side and pulling you into her. Your back snuggly fits into the curve of her chest as she nuzzles her nose into your hair, squeezing you tight and inhaling the divine smell of your shampoo.

"You sure you don't need anything?" You ask, remembering how much she’s done for you.

You don’t even know how many times she’s pushed you over the edge tonight. You’ve simply lost count. Brain turned to complete mush as your girlfriend Vi wrings you dry, pulling each orgasm out of your shaking body as you whimper and gasp at her unrelenting hands.

“V-Vi, I ca- can’t!” You whine, your breaths shudder rapidly as you claw at Vi’s bare back. You truly don’t know if you can come anymore tonight. Your body is spent and you’re tired, your thighs shake uncontrollably at the pleasurable pain that Vi gives to your poor, overstimulated clit.

“Yes you can, baby. Just one more- c’mon, you can do that.” She huffs, chewing her lip in concentration.

“I- mmhah!!”

“Rubbin’ up against me like a whore as soon as I come home, begging me to make you come and now you’re done already?” Vi scoffs, shifting to rest her forehead on yours.“Bit off more than you could chew, huh, baby?” She murmurs against your ear.

It feels so good, but you’re so sensitive. You try to look away, but Vi grabs your chin and pulls you back to look at her. You look up at her, your vision blurry through swelling tears. It’s all too much.

“Fuck, look at you. Poor little thing.” She pouts mockingly. “Feels so good it hurts, yeah? Oh, I knowww.” She coos, watching your lip quiver.

Vi scissors her fingers inside of you, stretching you further than before. With a sudden gasp, you clench your eyes tight, the warm tears falling down your cheeks. You come with a silent scream. Blood roars in your ears as your thighs shake and twitch around Vi’s waist. Waves of pleasure crash over you as you catch your breath, your legs tingle and twitch with euphoric energy.

You open your eyes to a warm and wet feeling on your face. Vi drags her tongue up your cheeks, licking up your salty tears as you slowly come back to reality.

“Vi…” You whisper, your voice exhausted and your body spent. Your arms drop from her shoulders to the mattress, you blink slowly at Vi.

“You’re not taking this seriously!” Jill grunts, knocking you to the ground before swinging a leg over you, straddling you.

“I’m- I’m trying!” You laugh, trying to wrestle Jill’s hands off you. She’s got you pinned to the carpet, her hands holding your shoulders down while you squirm underneath her. You can tell she’s trying not to laugh with you, biting her lip to stop the smile that grows at your silly position and contagious laughter.

“You’re not trying hard enough. C’mon, baby. Up.” She sighs as she gets off you, holding out her hand to help you up again.

Jill has become increasingly concerned with the amount of robberies and assaults in your area. She promised to teach you some simple self defence techniques when she had time. Though before she teaches you anything, she wants to gauge what you already know. Which is how you find yourself wrestling in the living room.

“Okay, I’m going to try and pin you again. Remember what I told you about blocking.” She taps your arm affectionately.

“Got it.”

She surges forward, reaching to grab your arms. You quickly block her, swinging her arms and stepping out of the way.

“There we go!“ She laughs, quickly moving behind you and grabbing you from behind, keeping the momentum of the spar going.

“Use your elbows, babe.” She reminds you as you wiggle in her strong arms, struggling to break away from her grasp.

You jerk your elbow back into her rib, gentle enough not to do permanent damage, but hard enough to show her you know what you’re doing.

Jill stumbles back, holding a hand to her ribs as she beams at you. “Well done!” She laughs, slightly winded as she straightens her back.

You catch your breath, taking a second to bask in her praise. It only lasts for a minute before Jill is back on you.

She grabs your wrist, pulling you against her. You can tell by her loose grip that she’s trying not to hurt you. You know just how to take advantage of this.

You yelp in pain, grabbing your wrist as Jill immediately stops what she was doing.

“Oh shit.” She freezes. “Did I hurt you? Fuck- I’msosorrybaby-“ She panics, gently grabbing you, inspecting your arm with wide, frantic eyes. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m so sorry.”

You dip your head and hunch your shoulders, avoiding her eyes as you make a show of rubbing your wrist.

“Baby, look at me.” She reaches to cup your cheek, deep regret and concern in her voice.

“Are you oka-“

You pounce on her. Jill yelps in surprise as you catch her while her guard is down. You throw the both of you down to the floor with a thump, quickly jumping on top of her and pinning her arms above her head.

Jill is shocked. Not that you got her pinned, no. She knew you could do that eventually. But by the fact that you tricked her by playing with her own feelings. You played dirty and you won because she didn’t even have time to think while you wrestled her to the ground.

“You!-“ Jill cuts herself off, laughing in astonishment. You laugh with her, and what a sight she is. Messy short hair splayed on the floor, sweat slicked skin, crinkled eyes and wide smile as her chest heaves in laughter. “You cheated!”

“I did.” You laugh triumphantly.

“God, you scared the shit out of me! I thought I hurt you!” Her laugher turns into softer giggles. You smile down at her apologetically.

“Sorry to say, that’s not going to work with a stranger.” Jill chuckles. “Still, you got me. You won. What’re you gonna do now?” She raises her eyebrows in question, clearly hinting at something involving the position you have over her.

“I don’t know…” You lean down, your noses brushing against each other. “Take my prize maybe?” You lower your voice to a whisper that ghosts across her open lips.

You slowly press your lips together as you slide your palms into hers, interlocking your fingers.

“Mmm-“ She chuckles against your lips, her toothy smile against yours. “Sounds like a great idea. We’ll pick this up another time, huh?”

——

You and Vi are at the amusement park, holding hands as you walk around taking in the sights. You listen to overwhelming but exciting noises of the carnival. The screaming of people on rides, the clattering and rumble of the roller coasters, the music of the stalls, and the joyous laughter coming from the children who run around chasing each other through the crowd.

You stick close to Vi, looping your arms together so as to not get separated. All morning Vi had been hyping up this big scary looking ride called The Slingshot. Despite never being on it, Vi was adamant that this was the coolest, most thrilling, most heart racing ride you would experience in your life.

In the line she kept assuring you that it’s not too late to back out, that it’s okay if you changed your mind, that she wouldn’t judge you if you couldn’t do it. Truth be told, you were slightly nervous, but you stayed in line to prove to her that you’re tougher than she thinks. You’ll do it, if only to spite her smug ass.

As you get closer to having your turn on the Slingshot, you notice Vi staring up at the massive structure. You watch her gulp anxiously before she looks back down to you, obviously smiling through her nerves. Your girlfriend swears she’s scared of nothing, that she has no silly fears of thrill rides. “You can hold onto me if you get too scared.” She says, trying to keep up her tough persona.

You don’t know why, but seeing Vi get so anxious about this ride amuses you slightly. She thought you’d be the one shaking in your boots, yet here she is, clutching your hand with a white knuckled grip as you both get buckled into your seats.

“Last call.” She chuckles to you, putting on a brave face as the operator triple checks all the safety measures. You simply squeeze her hand reassuringly and smile.

You turn to Vi and whisper. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve just been asking constantly in hopes of getting out of this.”

Before she can deny your claim, you both suddenly shoot off the ground.

—

You’ve never heard Vi scream that loud before. She looks so pale you’re honestly surprised she didn’t faint. You laugh as you help your pale, shaking, strong, tough looking masc girlfriend out of the ride and walk her away from the eyes of the people in line.

You give her a moment to catch her breath, her shaking hands still clutching at you, even on solid ground. Her short nails dig slightly into your skin.

“It’s over, Vi.” You chuckle sympathetically, rubbing her back as she leans against a wall, hand on her heart. “You alright?” You ask, knowing the answer already. You can feel how embarrassed she is, how she’s silently begging you not to laugh, not to make fun of her. Vi knows how funny she looks right now, though she’d rather be swallowed up in a sinkhole than admit she was terrified of an amusement park ride.

After a moment of silence, Vi lets out a quiet curse.

“Fuck.” She straightens up and holds a (still slightly shaking) finger at you. “That didn’t happen. You didn’t hear or see anything.”

You take her hand and kiss her knuckles before interweaving your fingers together. “C’mon. I’ll let you show off and win me a stuffed animal. Will that make you feel better?”

You drag Vi around for the rest of the day, letting her show off to you at various carnival games in hopes that it’ll make her feel a little better. She puffs her chest out with pride as she passes you a big bunny toy that she won from hitting some button hard enough with a hammer or something.

Jill Valentine x Reader

(Unless specified, the Jill I write for will always be RE3 Remake Jill because I love her the most🥰)

Oneshots

Gingerbread and Champagne

Short drabbles, scenes and headcanons

Jill with an undercut (slight 🩵)

Helping you with your lipstick

Series idea

Jill loves calling you her wife

Sparring with Jill

Vi x Reader

Short drabbles, scenes and headcanons

Protective pit fighter Vi

Relaxing with Vi

Vi easing small chested reader’s insecurities (very slight 🩷)

Vi acting all tough on The Slingshot

Overstim with Vi 🩷

Aftercare with Vi 🩷

Ellie Williams x Reader

Oneshots

Summertime Night Terrors

Short drabbles, scenes and headcanons

Mural artist Ellie

Ellie unclasping your bra

Shadowheart x Reader

Short drabbles, scenes and headcanons

Scar kissing and self care

Wine tasting

Hugging for the first time

——

You stand in front of your full length mirror eyeing the new deep sleeveless V neck shirt you just bought. You thought it looked gorgeous in the store, but it was only until you got home when you remembered that you don’t exactly have the best history with wearing V necks. You can’t shake the feeling that they’re not made for you. That you don’t have “the right body” to wear them. Realistically you know that’s ridiculous, you know can wear anything you want. But it doesn’t stop the lingering frustration of not being able to fill out the top like all the other women can, like you feel it deserves. It’s almost like deep V necks were made for women with amazing cleavage just to show off and mock people with smaller chests like you.

You’ve tried push up bras, but they never quite work as well as people say they do. You’ve tried wearing necklaces to fill the space instead, but some anxious little creature in the back of your mind tells you that you’re just bringing more attention to the lack of breasts.

You turn this way and that, staring at yourself in the mirror. Maybe you could sew the neckline a bit higher? Maybe you should just send it back and say it didn’t fit?

You didn’t even notice Vi enter the room until you feel a warm hand placed on the small of your back.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Vi asks, letting her hands glide over your arms as she moves to stand behind you. Staring at you through the mirror.

“Nothing.” You huff a small laugh. “I’m just stuck in my own head.” You wave a hand, trying to dismiss her concern.

Vi places a delicate kiss on your shoulder, snaking her arms around your waist. “Wanna talk about it?”

You don’t answer, opting to frown at your reflection. You chew your lip in thought.

“…This shirt looks nice.” Vi mumbles against your shoulder, rubbing the fabric softly between her fingers.

Her eyes show nothing but love, devotion and want. Pure admiration as she snakes her hands up your torso. She stares at you the way someone would at a picturesque sunset, or show stopping fireworks. She stares the way someone would admire a gorgeous marble sculpture of Aphrodite herself.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Does what bother me, Angel?”

“My chest.” You mumble. “It’s- they’re not too small?”

“No, Baby.” Vi chuckles. “My chest isn’t that big either. That bother you?” She turns your question around on you.

“N-No! Of course not!” You stutter.

“Good.” Vi smirks at you through the reflection. She stares at you a moment longer before breaking the silence.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” She sighs, dropping the fabric and squeezing your waist, pressing soft kisses up your neck, watching your face through the mirror. You lift your arms to help her as she lifts the shirt over your head. Vi lets the shirt fall to the floor, not once looking away from your gaze in the mirror.

“I love you. All of you.” She smiles, grazing her fingertips down your bare skin from your shoulders to your waist. You shiver delightfully at her touch, unable to hide your smile at the feeling.

Vi moves in front of you, blocking the mirror. She leans in close. “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” She whispers against your lips. “Not one thing.”

Vi walks you backwards towards the bed, helping you down slowly as you lay on your back. She straddles your waist, leaning forward to peck quick kisses against your lips. She slowly makes her way down your neck, peppering kisses along your throat, your shoulders and finally, your chest.

“I love- every- thing- about you.” She whispers between kissing up and down your bare chest. “Every inch of you.” She breathes, her fingertips slowly sliding down your ribs, sending shivers up your spine, goosebumps raising all over your skin. “Fuck, you couldn’t be more perfect.”

You're doing chores around the house? You don't even hear her over the vacuum when she comes up behind you, snaps it off and walks past you like nothing happened.

You're baking or making dinner? You don't even notice her presence in the kitchen until you feel the *snap!* of the clasp on your back. You turn around to see her leaning on the counter, chuckling while holding a glass of water to her mouth as she watches you whine about your dirty hands.

You're walking around in Jackson? Her arm is around your waist, holding you while you talk about your plans for an upcoming party you’re a part of. While you're distracted, she snakes her hand up the back of your shirt and *snap!*

You slap her on the chest, whisper-shouting her full name.

You reach back to clasp it again, rolling your eyes as she acts like she did nothing at all.

The people of Jackson snicker and look away.

You hear muffled voices arguing around you. Sounds of mutters and bickering deafened by an unknown force. It’s as if you’re being yelled at from under water, or overhearing a conversation taking place in another room.

You can’t move. You’re stuck in a weightless orbit between the realm of life and death, your soul desperately clinging onto what’s left.

You can feel yourself being pulled every which way by an unknown force. The gods deciding your fate. Death is dragging you to the afterlife, you are dead after all. Yet there’s something pulling at your soul, something fighting against the dark void, and challenging death itself. Something pulling you back to life.

You hear a deep pulsing noise, a slow thumping as the voices get louder. An icy chill runs through your body before a sudden shock of warmth. Your blood flowing once more.

The voices get louder and less mumbled as if you’re swimming up to the surface. It gets brighter, your eyelids twitch in before you jolt awake with a gasp.

“Holy shit, you did it!” Someone exclaims behind you.

“Yes, I know. Thank you, Karlach.” Sighs a familiar voice above you.

You blink, adjusting to the light as you scan the multiple faces looking over at you as you lay still on the ground. Your eyes land on a very bloody and exhausted looking Shadowheart, who’s on her knees and looking down at you.

“Gods, I thought we’d actually lost you for a second. Do you know how hard it is t- oh!” You cut off Shadowheart’s somewhat angry ranting by leaping up and throwing your arms around her, squeezing her in a tight embrace.

You feel her stiffen up as she freezes in place, unsure how to react to your sudden display of affection. You can only imagine her face as you hear small laughs from your party behind you.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You mumble into her shoulder, feeling the way her armour shifts under your arms. You hold her for a second longer, but just before you’re about to let go, you feel her hand carefully pat your back in response. You jump up and kiss her cheek, watching as her eyes widen in astonishment, her pale skin flushing with a cute shade of pink.

“Uh, okay. Just…” She clears her throat. “Just be more careful next time.” She mumbles as you pull away.

——

Later that night, Shadowheart lays alone in her bedroll, unable to sleep. She stares up at the stars above her, resting her hand on her chest. Her heart is racing. It’s been hours since you kissed her but her heart is still racing.

Her cheek still tingles in memory of your quick peck. Her face still hot to the touch. Shadowheart drags her hands down her face and sighs, biting her lip is frustration.

Gods, it’s been so long since she’s been touched.

“Shit, get a hold of yourself.”

She rolls over onto her side, curling up and cradling her head. Her fingers weave through her long hair, gripping at the strands in a desperate attempt to ground herself. She tries to think about something else. Anything else. But your face still plagues her mind. Your sweet smile and wide eyes burned permanently into her memory.

It doesn’t help that she can hear your soft humming from across the campsite as you polish your knifes. Your sweet song twists though her ears, sending shivers and flutters through her stomach.

Shadowheart pulls her bedroll cover over her head and whines.

—

It’s Christmas Eve and the RPD is throwing its annual Christmas party. You didn’t really want to go this evening but you’d been told there would be free alcohol, cake and shitty karaoke.

You don’t really connect with many of the folks at work. Most of the guys are honestly kind of assholes and there aren’t many ladies in the department to talk to either. Most of them either staying home or doing nothing to include you whatsoever. So you prepare yourself for a night of people watching and drinking by yourself. Maybe you’ll get a round of karaoke in if you’re brave enough.

At least Jill is going. The other day she practically begged you to come along, promising it would be worth your time, that she’d stick with you and keep you company. You hesitantly agreed and now whenever you pass her in the halls, she won’t stop talking about how she can’t wait to see you there.

Truth be told, you probably wouldn’t have agreed to go if she wasn’t going.

“At least Jill is going to be there.” You repeat to yourself as you get dressed.

“I’ll just stay with her.” You huff as you put on some old earrings shaped like candy canes.

Maybe she’ll let you leave early. Maybe you can convince her that you’ve come down with a sudden cold. You’d much rather stay in and watch a Christmas movie by yourself. That’s what you’ve done the past few years anyway. It’s not that you want to spend Christmas alone, it’s just hard living so far away from home and spending the holidays without a partner.

It’s been an hour and a half since you’ve gotten here and all your predictions had been right. It’s too loud, nobody is talking to you and karaoke isn’t even the fun kind of bad. It’s just… bad bad.

All of the Christmas lights, music and shitty singing start to give you a headache, so you grab your coat and slip outside to the courtyard.

You walk down the steps of the building to a bench under a nearby tree. Your boots crunch on the icy bricks.

It’s so much nicer outside. The moon is peeking through the clouds as it snows slightly. It’s quiet, although you can hear the muffled chatter and music from the party inside as you wipe some snow off a bench and sit down.

You tuck your hands in your pockets and look up into the sky. Your breath fogs up the air in front of your face, your nose waters slightly in the cold and your cheeks tingle from the frosty air. You should’ve brought a thicker coat, or a scarf at least.

“Maybe I should go home.” You mumble to yourself as you kick the snow around your boot. It’s not like anyone would miss you. You doubt anyone even noticed you leave. Jill didn’t even stick with you like she said she would. She’s too busy mingling with everyone else at the party to spend time with you anyway.

Just as you start to think about heading home, you hear footsteps in the snow from behind you.

“Hey.” A familiar voice calls. “What’cha doing out here by yourself? I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

You turn around to see Jill walking towards you. She smiles, though her eyes show hints of concern.

“Oh hey,” You force a smile as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just… wanted some air.”

Jill sighs as she walks up to your bench. “Not having a good time?” She asks as she sits down next to you.

“Uh, yeah. Something like that.” You look down, noticing the way her thigh presses up against your own. You can feel the warmth of her body deep through your clothes and into your very soul. You find yourself wanting to lean into her warmth, to savour the feeling as if she were to disappear at any moment.

“Why are you out here?” You turn to her, finding her already looking into your eyes.

“Couldn’t find you.” She shrugs.

Jill is silent for a minute as she looks up to the snow falling from the sky. “You’re kinda the only reason I came tonight anyway.”

That takes you off guard. “Really?” You scoff. “And not to mingle with all your friends in there?” You laugh, waving your hand to the building behind you.

“Nope.” She says, popping the p and looking back at the station. “Chris is just arm wrestling everyone like he does every year and I’d rather hang out with you anyway.”

“Why? I’m not that special.” You laugh awkwardly. “No one even noticed me leave.” You look down to your lap, embarrassed for yourself.

“Well, I did.” Jill nudges you with her elbow. You feel your face heat up as you look to her. Her relaxed eyes and lazy smirk cause your heart to skip a beat. You can’t help but turn away to shield your flustered expression.

You sit in silence together for a few minutes, simply existing in each other’s presence.

“Oh hey, I got you something!” Jill finally pipes up, breaking the silence. She rummages through her coat pockets and pulls out a small jewellery box.

“Oh, Jill. No, you didn’t have to-“

“Shh. Just take it.” She forces it into your hands. “You do so much for me and everyone at the station, I thought you deserved it.” She smiles, waiting for you to open it.

You stare at her in disbelief. Jill blinks at you slowly, with calm, half lidded eyes. God, she looks so beautiful right now. You huff a laugh and look down to open the box.

Inside is a beautiful necklace with a delicate chain and a small pendant that holds a little gem. It glistens under the moonlight as you pick it up and turn it, inspecting it.

“Oh, Jill, this is gorgeous. That’s my birth stone.” You giggle, pointing at the little gem.

“Is it? I had no idea.” Jill lies.

You stare at it for a minute, becoming lost in the way it shines. Such a small thing, but oh so beautiful.

“Here, let me put it on you.” Jill says softly, gently taking the necklace from your hands.

You watch as she leans in, hooking the small chain around your neck with great care as her warm hands brush against your skin. You suppress a shiver at the sensation, exhaling and forming a cloud with your breath.

You look down to see Jill’s hands hovering over your chest.

“There.”

You look up to see her staring into your eyes. She’s so close as she’s not yet pulled away from you. Your eyes flicker back and forth between hers, watching the way the moonlight reflects off her irises.

You can see the way she scans your face, her eyes lingering on your lips for just a second too long.

“You look so beautiful.” She breathes, not even sparing a glance at the necklace.

You blink, huffing out a small breathy laugh as her warm hand snakes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“God, you don’t even know what you do to me.” She murmurs, cupping your cheek.

“Jill…”

“Fuck, can I…” She breathes, unable to finish her words as her thumb strokes your lips. You can see the anxiety and anticipation on her face.

“Please.” The word leave your lips in an eager whisper.

Jill scans your face for a second longer, searching for any signs of uncertainty. When she finds none, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against your own.

Your eyes flutter closes as your body melts into the kiss. Your right hand cups her cheek while your left rests on her shoulder.

Jill giggles into your mouth, you can feel her smile against your lips.

“W-what?” You panic. Fuck, did you do something wrong?

“Nothing! It’s just, you taste like gingerbread.” She laughs, her nose scrunched up as she smiles.

“You taste like champagne.” You murmur, kissing back into her mouth as your body curls into hers.

She’s so soft. She kisses you slowly, gently as her hand snakes its way into the opening of your coat and holds your waist.

A soft moan involuntarily leaves your lips when she pulls you closer. The kiss quickly deepens as Jill’s tongue swipes and parts your lips, licking into your mouth. She swallows your whines as her hand slowly travels up, resting just below your breast. She pulls back, panting softly for air.

“You- you said you wanted to go home right?”

“Yeah?” You breathe out, staring into her eyes as she rests her forehead on yours.

“Let’s go back to mine.” She places small, quick kisses down your cheek and neck. “You’ll have my full attention.” She rubs her nose against your jaw, letting her hot breath fan over your racing pulse point.

“I’d really, really like that.” You giggle.

Jill laughs breathlessly as she pulls you into another kiss. You feel her smile against your lips, you can’t help but laugh back as you just feel her toothy grin.

——

After the most recent town council meeting, the residents of Jackson have come to the conclusion that their community isn’t as vibrant and friendly as they want. The walls around the town are seriously lacking in some colour and the walls of the newly renovated kindergarten needs some decoration.

So naturally Ellie was chosen for the job. She’s shown a few big walls for murals, and little spots for smaller accent paintings. Dumpsters, old fire hydrants, electricity poles and such.

Now, you wouldn’t say that Ellie is your friend, exactly. But she’s… something.

She shares snacks with you at movie nights. She brings back little trinkets she finds form her patrols and gifts them to you. She checks up on you and compliments your hair and outfits. You’ve even caught her sketching you as you read to the kids at the library.

Something about her lingering voice and soft eyes sets off a warmth in you that you can’t quite describe. It doesn’t help that she seems to be everywhere now when you go on errands across Jackson.

You see the way her eyes wander as she watches you pass. Her paintbrush slipping from her grip slightly as she looks down at you from her place on the ladder. You wave to her every day, taking note of her eventual progress on the murals.

You stop to talk to her some times, to check on her on the particularly hot days. You can’t help but stare as she climbs down from her ladder, her bare arms glisten in the warm sun, her tattoo covered in stray swatches of paint.

You force yourself to not look down as she stretches, her tank top riding up her stomach, showing off her toned abdomen.

“Thanks.” She mumbles wearily as she takes the bottle of cold water from you. Your eyes follow the drops of water that roll down her chin onto her neck as she chugs the water. Before she can even hand back the bottle, you’re gone. Having swiftly walked away in (not so) mild panic.

When the day comes for Ellie to show off her finished work around town, the townspeople gather around and congratulate her for a job well done. You stand at the back of the group, hoping to catch a glimpse of the small details everyone keeps raving about.

You notice Ellie watching you. Why you? In the crowd of a dozen people praising and looking at her work, she watches you. Eager to see your reaction the most.

Later that day, you come back to the paintings to get a better look, thanks to the lack of crowds. You tour all of Ellie’s work, smiling at the small monkeys playing with lab equipment on the side of the pharmacy, looking up at the giraffes in the alleyway behind the bar, and admiring the floral mandalas that travel up the street lights. But what really catches your eyes is the details on her murals.

You visit the kindergarten mural. A colourful painting with bees and butterflies. You crouch down to look at the fine details of the woman planting flowers in a garden not unlike your own. Her garden boots, bright red. Just like yours.

You smile at the whimsical and colourful mural of the children’s section in the library. A landscape of a forest home to a unicorn, fairies, gnomes and even a dragon flying in the distance overhead. In the corner where the forest meets the sea, is a mermaid, brushing her hair on the rocks. Her hair similar to yours. The necklace around her neck much like your own.

Finally, you look in awe at the town hall mural. A large zoomed out painting of all of Jackson. There by the park, you spy the fine brushstrokes of woman reading on a bench. The bench you visit quite regularly. Around her neck is a scarf identical to the one you wear almost every day.

You’d almost be creeped out if you didn’t admire her so much.

“Do you like them?” A familiar voice makes you jump in surprise.

Ellie stands there behind you, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Oh, Jesus, Ellie!” You gasp, quickly standing up in shock. “God, yes they’re all wonderful. You’re very talented.” You smile. Ellie just stands there. You can feel her awkward aura as she fidgets with her hands.

You turn back to the painting, hoping to fill the silence. “Um, the woman reading on the bench… and the gardener and the mermaid.” You list off hesitantly. “They’re… they’re all me, aren’t they?” You ask, turning your head to look at her.

Ellie’s eyes widen slightly. “I uh- I didn’t think you’d notice that fast.” She laughs.

Silence.

“Why?” You whisper, turning back to the painting. “Why me?”

You hear the crunching of gravel under Ellie’s feet as she steps closer to you.

“…I paint what inspires me.” She says, her low voice next to your ear raises goosebumps along your arms.

Your eyes widen slightly as you turn to look at her. This is the closest you’ve ever been. All of Ellie’s nerves seem to have vanished as she looks you up and down, her eyes lingering on your lips.

“Are you free tonight?” She whispers. “I don’t think I’ve got your… look down quite yet, so I could use some practice.” She gestures vaguely to the small woman in the mural.

“All you have to do is sit there and look pretty. I’ll make it worth your time. I promise.” She smiles, tilting her head in anticipation of an answer.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly. Ellie’s sly grin grows bigger and you feel yourself turning red in embarrassment. Shit, you didn’t mean to sound so eager.

“I mean, yeah. Sure.” You chuckle, hoping to ease the tension.

Ellie looks you up and down one more time before putting her hands in her pockets and stepping back. “Great. You know where I am.” She winks, turning around to walk away.

“Wait! What do I wear?” You yell out to her.

Ellie turns around, hands still in her pockets as she walks backwards. She shrugs.

Trapped in an unfamiliar building with hallways upon hallways, Ellie runs, gun in hand.

The rain is pouring down and pooling on the floor through the cracked windows. She tries to make herself quieter, but the stomping and sloshing of her boots against the puddles and creaky floors constantly alert the infected of her presence.

Cautiously, she continues down the winding labyrinth of this rundown building. Everywhere she turns, she’s swamped by infected, covered in ripped flesh, blood and gnashing teeth. Donning multiple open wounds and a freshly sprained ankle, Ellie realises she’s running out of ammo and needs a place to rest. Fast.

She eventually limps her way to a tall staircase. Looking back behind her shoulder, she knows the door she just blocked with a cabinet isn’t going to hold long, so she makes her way towards the staircase.

Limping up the stairs, she hears loud sobbing, cries begging for mercy, screams twisting in pain and anguish. It sounds horrifyingly familiar.

It’s you.

Without thinking, Ellie immediately picks up her pace, skipping stairs as she climbs in desperation to put a stop to whatever is causing you to make those horrific sounds. It hurts her to no end just hearing you in pain. The blood roars in her ears as she runs, her throat burns with each rapid inhale. Her sprained ankle screams in agony, begging her to slow down, but she can’t.

The staircase seems never ending. Though Ellie could see the top of the old wooden steps, they just never seemed to stop. Seemingly trapped in an endless cycle of running up as if she was Sisyphus on the mountain.

Ellie looks back, only to see a dark void quickly swallowing the stairs behind her, causing them to break and crumble down into the bottomless pit. The falling stairs are catching up to her and if she doesn’t hurry the fuck up, she would fall too.

“FuckfuckfuckFUCK-“

She immediately starts sprinting up the stairs, putting even more agonising pressure on her leg that was already in seering pain. She needs to reach you. Her injuries can wait. The only thing that matters right now is you.

After what seems like years, Ellie finally reaches the top of the staircase, stumbling and catching herself on a nearby wall. Panting and gasping for air, her chest heaves violently. Her lungs burn, begging for her to stop. Though she allows herself no break.

Your screaming and cries of anguish continue, but with added noises. Ripping. Squelching. Dripping. Chewing. Clicking.

“No, no no no please-“ She begs under her breath to any god that can hear her.

On unsteady feet, Ellie runs to the door from which the noises are coming from. A soft yellow light leaks from underneath the crack, illuminating the floor in front of her.

“ELLIE!!” A muffled wail from behind the door.

Her hands fly to the door. Locked

“Shit-HOLD ON!!” She starts kicking the door with all of her remaining energy, eventually busting the door off its hinges, sending splinters flying through the air. Now no longer behind a barrier, the sickening noises and screams suddenly become louder. Ellie stumbles in the room, bile rising in her throat as she takes in the sight before her.

You’re pinned to the floor underneath two clickers, both ripping and gnawing at the flesh on your thigh and stomach. The tearing of skin and muscle, the clashing of teeth, the godawful coppery iron smell of your blood flooding Ellie’s senses all at once.

There’s so much blood. God, can a person even have that much blood? Waterfalls of crimson spill from everywhere around you. Thick, dark blood pooling onto the hardwood floor and leaking into the cracks of the planks. Ellie freezes, unable to move- fuck why can’t she move?

Busy ripping flesh from bone and sucking on sinew, the infected don’t even notice her sudden entrance, too preoccupied with clawing and biting at your helpless, sobbing body on the floor.

Your clothes are tattered, your once neat hair now tangled and wet from the blood pooling around you. Your face is covered in blood and dirt, save for the streams of tears rushing down your cheeks.

You’re being ripped apart, drowning on your own blood. You cough, spilling hot thick crimson all over your chin and chest.

“…Ell- Ellie.” You stare at her with unfocused eyes, desperately clinging on to what life is left.

Gurgling through the blood bubbling up your throat, you reach for your gun next to you on the floor, your hand shaking.

“Nonono, no!” Ellie screams your name. She can’t move. Why can’t she fucking move?!

Without looking away, your hand brings the revolver up to your temple. Clenching your eyes shut, you let out one last short whimper before you pull the trigger.

“NO!!”

—

It was right in the middle of summer and like most nights recently, it’s been unbearably hot. The AC is broken and to you and your girlfriend’s displeasure, Jackson’s repair man is coming the day after tomorrow.

Because of the sweltering heat, the sheets are off the bed, leaving your almost naked bodies sprawled out on the double mattress. Ellie in her sports bra and boxers and yourself in an old tank top and thin underwear. Your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin.

In her feeble attempt to fight the heat, Ellie had dragged in old fan to sit at the end of the bed. It shakes and whirs air towards the bed, though isn’t even close to cooling you in the slightest.

You had also propped open the windows and the balcony door, which allowed some drafts of fresh air to flow into the stuffy room. The somewhat peaceful sound of crickets can be heard chirping in the still trees outside.

It’s 2:25 am when you wake up to the bed slightly shaking, hearing soft whimpering coming from beside you. Looking over, you see your girlfriend, Ellie, curled in a ball with her hands clutching her head, shaking and mumbling words you can’t understand.

Her white-knuckled hands grip her scalp, her hair slightly damp with sweat and messy from a restless sleep. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and turning on the lamp on your side of the bed.

“Ellie?” You whisper. No answer. You scoot closer. In the dim light, you can see the muscles in her jaw clenching, her eyebrows pinching together, her face twitching in fear. Or perhaps anger? Her entire body is shaking, breaths coming in quick, sweat dripping down her brow and back.

You sit there for a moment, hand hovering over her shoulder, debating on whether or not to wake her up. You don’t want to scare her awake, but the way she twitches and whimpers… It’s worse than usual, you can’t stand to see her like this.

Ellie has had her fair share of nightmares, but you’ve never seen her in this bad of a state before. You hate watching this. Whatever is going through your girlfriend’s mind is worse than usual, and you don’t want her to stay in this dream by herself any longer.

“Ellie, babe.” You whisper again, lightly nudging her shoulder.

“NO!!” Ellie jolts herself awake with a desperate scream, voice cracking, startling you as well.

Within a millisecond, she quickly grabs her switchblade from the bedside table and holds it out in front of her. Her eyes frantically scanning around the room for a threat.

“Heyheyhey, Ellie it’s okay!” You quickly grab her wrist and try to settle the shaking hand gripping the knife.

You know you’re not in danger. She would often wake up from a nightmare with the knife in her hands. It’s merely a fight response powered by muscle memory. Subconsciously determined to protect not only herself, but most importantly, you.

She’s shaking, beads of cold sweat falling down her brow, her chest and back. Her eyes are unfocused and searching for something, anything.

“Ellie, look at me, it’s just me. I’m here. You’re okay.” You whisper, attempting to gain her attention. Her wide green eyes try so desperately hard to focus on the whatever is in front of her.

She’s panting, gasping for air like she had just been pulled from water. Her chest heaves violently with each inhale.

“Look at me, come back to me, babe.” You whisper softly, your free hand moving slowly and cautiously to cup her jaw, thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek. “It was just a dream. You’re okay.” You repeat.

Ellie’s eyes slowly focus back on you. Her senses recognising the soft touch of your hand on her shivering body. The sudden realisation that it was all a dream comes as an exhausting wave of relief.

Tears swell up in her eyes as her lip begins to quiver. Just as quickly as the panting had stopped, it starts back up again with a small pained cry.

You shush her gently as you continue smoothing you thumb over her cheek, catching streams of warm tears as they fall.

Her grip on the knife loosens as she lets it fall to the floor with a clatter.

“There we go, that’s it.” You coo, moving your other hand to cup her cheek on the other side of her face.

“Look at me, breathe with me, baby,” You start taking deep breaths, encouraging the hyperventilating woman in front of you to join you. “In…and out, that’s it, keep going.”

Ellie takes long shaking breaths, staring into your eyes, her hands now holding a vice grip on your arms.

“Y-you… I- I c-could-n’t-“

“Shhhh. I know, I know. Just breathe, baby, focus on me.” You whisper, tucking a stray piece of damp hair behind her ear.

Her vision is blurry, this time from tears while she hiccups desperate breaths of air. You slowly bring your hand down to her’s, guiding it to your chest, allowing her to feel the steady beating of your heart. She lets out a few shaky breaths, more tears falling to the bedsheets.

“We’re in Jackson, baby. We’re in our house, in our room. You’re safe, Ellie.” You whisper. “You’re safe. I’m safe. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Ellie chokes out a broken sob at your reassuring smile. Her hand clenches, balling the thin fabric of your tank top into her fist.

Uncaring of the heat, she quickly wraps her tattooed arm around your waist, scooping you into her lap with a grunt, her face presses into your neck, now quickly becoming wet with her tears. The feeling of you in her arms, the smell of your body wash, your warm skin, your beating heart, it was all real. You’re really here.

You sit together for what seems like ages, Ellie clinging to you and slightly rocking in comfort while you tuck her head beneath your chin, carding you hand through her hair, soothing her with small hums and whispers.

“It’s all over, you’re okay. Shhh there we go.” You draw mindless soothing shapes on her back, tacky with a thin layer of sweat. She sobs quietly into your chest, hiccuping while she grasps at the thin fabric on your back. She listens to your heartbeat, holding you tightly as if you would disappear at any moment.

Logically, Ellie knows she’s safe. She knows that you’re alive, here in her arms. She knows you’re okay. But that doesn’t stop the deep feeling of dread her nightmares bring. It doesn’t stop the memories, the flashbacks and the night terrors. Those awful fucking dreams that happen multiple times a week. Stupid dreams that keep her up at night. It all feels too real. Of course she knows it’s not, but that’s what makes this all so much more frustrating.

This isn’t the first time she’s woken you up from one of her nightmares. And the guilt she feels from it is immeasurable.

She sobs into your chest, hiding her face in shame from you. You, her girlfriend who loves and understands her deeply. You’re patient and strong. You’re willing to put your needs on hold for the one you love. You’ve never judged Ellie for a second. Not once have you blamed her, or thought that she’s overreacting. Ellie knows this deep down too. She just can’t accept the fact that someone cares.

The rational part of her brain tells her that this is normal and she’s not being a burden. It tells her that it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to take time to heal. But the rest of her doesn’t listen. The rest of her brain tells her that she’s a failure. That she’s better than this. She should’ve died from the bite like all the others. Just like Riley.

After Ellie’s crying eventually slows and her breathing becomes steady, you cup her cheek again and gently move her to look at you, her chin resting on your chest.

“How about a shower, huh?” You ask. Her half lidded eyes red and irritated from the tears that are now drying on her cheeks and your neck and chest.

“Y-yeah… okay.” She hesitantly agrees. You shift out of bed. Now standing to both your natural heights, you cup her cheeks once more.

“Alright, you go take a nice, cool shower- as long as you need. I’ll be right out here. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

She nods. You smile at her and smooth your hands slowly down her arms to entangle your fingers with hers. Your touch a gentle, calming caress, grounding Ellie in reality.

You look back over your shoulder to the bed. Suddenly noticing the damp spots on the front of your shirt, you think for a moment, watching the rickety old fan rotate slowly.

“Hmm, I’m already up,” You mumble to yourself. “I’ll put some new bedsheets on and change.” You announce to your girlfriend, letting go and turning to exit the room.

“You go take that showe-“ your movements are quickly stopped when Ellie grasps a hand around your wrist.

“Please don’t go…” She whispers. Ellie straightens her shoulders and clears her throat. “I uh- we should both take a shower. There’s no use in changing the sheets if we’re not both clean.” Her real plea goes without saying.

I need you with me.

You know it. Ellie knows you know it too, but she can’t help but try to hide any feelings of vulnerability. She drops her head with quiet curse and clenches her eyes shut at how pathetic and childish she sounds, clinging on to you when you would just be in the hallway for a moment.

“Alright,” You smile. “I’ll join you, but we need new sheets first.” You repeat softly, placing a quick kiss to her forehead. Ellie lets go of your wrist, turning to slump against the wall to watch and wait for you, like a lovesick puppy.

You walk to the linen closet in the hallway, taking out some fresh sheets and a small bottle of lavender oil. You go through the motions of changing the bedsheets, all under Ellie’s watchful eyes. When you stand back to admire your work, you grab the bottle of lavender oil and put two drops on Ellie’s pillow. You haven’t used it in a few months, so luckily there was enough left.

Later in the shower, you stand behind your girlfriend, peppering kisses across her back and massaging shampoo into her scalp. Gently scrubbing away her worries as she leans her forehead on the cool tile wall, breathing deep and slow, trying not to fall asleep under your gentle touch. She lets you move her around and shape her like putty under your hands. Her heavy eyelids closing over her fatigued eyes.

Your soft, gentle hands caress her and work out the knots in her tense shoulders. You chuckle at the occasional quiet groan or whisper of a swear under her breath whenever you hit a particularly sore spot.

You won’t let her move a muscle, you’re doing everything for her and you like it this way. You absolutely love taking care of the ones you love. In your eyes, it’s as rewarding as being looked after yourself. So often Ellie would spoil you, treat you and take care of you in more ways than you could imagine. But right now it’s your turn to shower her with love and affection.

When you finish your shower, you stand in the bathroom while slowly drying Ellie with a towel, pressing light kisses all over her dripping body, paying extra attention to her various scars.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers, breaking the silence between you two. You look up, your girlfriend near falling asleep under the dim light of the bathroom.

“What for?”

“For… for waking you up. For being a shitty girlfriend. I let all the shit get to my head.” She gestures vaguely to her head. Her eyes, red and stinging from the strain of crying start to water up again.

“I’m supposed to be there for you. You’ve got your own nightmares, your own… trauma. And here I am being selfish and… fucking pathetic.” Her voice cracking as she avoids your gentle gaze.

“Hey, look at me, babe.” You whisper, cupping your hand on her cheek, your other hand resting on her shoulder.

“First of all, I’m glad you woke me up. I don’t want you to go through any of that alone. I’ll never be mad at you for waking me up when you’ve had a nightmare, okay?” You smile. “Don’t worry about me, okay? Sure, I’ve got my own issues, but that doesn’t negate yours. You need help too, as much as you like to act tough and deny it.” You tease, poking at her chest. Ellie lets out a genuine chuckle.

“You’re not weak, Ellie. You’re the strongest person I know. Seriously.” You start drawing small soothing circles on her bare chest, watching the way the stray water droplets fall down her neck onto her collarbone.

“We’ll get through this together, okay? We’ll sort it out.” You continue. “You don’t need to act tough around me. We’ve got each other, yeah?” You look up at her and smile. All your love for her displayed on your gentle expression.

“God, I love you so much.” She exhales in one quick breath, wrapping her arm around your waist to pull your into a slow, lazy kiss.

“I love you too.” You giggle. For the first time that night, you watch Ellie smile. Genuinely smile. Her teeth poke through the small sliver of a grin as she chuckles with you. God, you’re so happy to see hear her laugh, she barely does nowadays. The warm and velvety sound like music to your ears.

After you change into fresh clothes, Ellie lays on her back in bed, savouring the feeling of her clean skin against the cold, fresh bedsheets you had laid out. She inhales, deep and slow.

“Lavender…” She mumbles.

“Yeah, I used to use it when I can’t sleep. It helps the brain relax. At least, that’s what my mom always told me.”

“It’s nice. It… smells like you.” She sits up on her forearms and watches as you unplug and move the rickety floor fan.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m moving this to your side,” You explain as you plug the fan back in. “People get night terrors when they’re too hot.”

“But, your side- It’ll barely reach you from over here.” Ellie argues.

“I’ll live.” You assure her with a smile. She can’t deny that the feeling of the fan directly facing her now was heavenly. The air rustling her damp hair and cooling her body. She flops back onto the bed, relishing in the fresh air now concentrated on her side of the bed.

Once you had gotten two fresh glasses of cold water, you slowly climb into bed, leaning over Ellie and tucking her damp hair out of her face. “I love you.” You whisper, kissing her on her forehead.

Ellie reaches up and pulls you back down by the nape of your neck, kissing your soft lips. You rest your forehead on hers.

“I love you so, so much.” She mumbles. “Thank you…”

“Wake me up if there’s any other nightmares?” You ask. Ellie nods sheepishly.

With another peck to her lips, you roll over, giving her room to not overcrowd her body with extra heat. Without the fan facing the middle of the bed, you barely get any cool air, but you don’t mind, so long as Ellie gets it all and sleeps comfortably.

“I love you. Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night.”

The rest of the night is filled with soft, steady breathing, the white noise of the occasional gust of wind and the crickets chirping outside. Ellie sleeps comfortably the rest of the night, and you catch drafts of fresh air from the open window.

—

You lay on top of your girlfriend, who lounges on the couch with one arm casually folded under her head. Her legs are spread, leaving enough room for you to lay between them. You sigh deeply as she runs her gentle fingers through your hair, stroking your cheek in soothing motions as you nuzzle your face into her chest.

You can hear the beat of her heart. The rise and fall of her chest. You soak up her warmth like a cat in the sun as you hold her close.

"My sweet girl." Vi whispers, watching your eyes close as you drift off into a quiet, fuzzy sleep. Your limbs feel like jelly, and your head feels heavy as she moves her other hand to slowly draw mindless shapes on your back.

Of course you go to every match of hers. Of course you help her with training. You love seeing her at work. Watching the pure power and energy flash in her eyes during a fight always gives you butterflies in a strange way. You find yourself crushing on this woman all over again. You get front row seats, VIP access to the locker and green rooms.

You and Vi know how dangerous the Lanes are, especially in the fighting scene. Creeps and addicts lurk around watching the matches, hedging their bets on fights,, picking pockets, partying and drinking.

Because of this, you and Vi are inseparable. She won’t let you go anywhere alone at these venues. Not with so many strangers around. You follow her around from match to match, sticking with her and remaining at her side as she signs autographs.

Vi always has to have some form of physical contact with you at all times. She rests her hand on the nape of your neck when talking to staff. She tugs you close with an arm around your waist while shuffling through the crowds of spectators. She slings her arm around your shoulders, pulling you to her side as she walks you both home. Under a table, she’s always got a hand resting on your thigh or a foot nudged against yours.

It’s her way of telling you, “I’m here— I’ve got you— You’re safe.”

You love your scary guard dog. Though it’s quite funny seeing as how she’s the famous one yet you’re the one needing a bodyguard. Everyone at the arenas and clubs knows not to mess with you. They know you’re taken. Taken by the Vi. Every now and then some clueless asshole either doesn’t get the memo, or ignores it completely.

Last time a guy touched you at a bar without asking, he left with a broken nose and a cut lip. When people ask you to dance with them, you smile and politely let them down as Vi wraps an arm around you, staking her claim.

It’s not that she’s controlling you. Not in the slightest. She’s just protecting you from the unpredictable fans she’s had to deal with for so long. She knows that what they say and do (especially to pretty things like you) can be overwhelming, scary and confusing. So she keeps you close. If you really want to do things alone, she’ll let you, but keep a close eye on your surroundings.

—

Just imagine having drinks with Vi and her management after a successful fight. The music is loud and the lights of the club are flashing. You’re getting quite tired but offer to bring the last round of drinks to the table from the bar.

As you’re walking back with a handful of drinks, you can feel the hungry stares of many eyes watching you. You arrive at your table with the drinks, and set them down. The clinking of the glasses drowned out by the bass of the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a man stand up from his table and take a step towards you. Before he can take another step, Vi pulls you into her lap. You wiggle to get yourself comfortable, nestling your face into the crook of her neck, giggling at how she rests her hand on your ass. All the while Vi stares down the poor man across the room who was planning on making a move.

Who he thought was just a cute club waitress was actually the Vi’s girl.

He clears his throat and sits back down. Vi smirks in triumph as his table laughs at him. She glares at him. A glare that says,

“She’s mine.”

—

In all ways except governable, Jill Valentine is your wife.

Every morning you wake up in the same bed. You shower together. You cook each other breakfast and dinner. You steal each other’s clothes. You even make love like a married couple. Soft, intimate and loving.

You lay in her arms, listening to her steady heartbeat as she strokes your hair. “I’m going to marry you someday.” She says softly. “Some time in the future, I know it… Someday they’ll allow it.” She sighs. “The world is changing, I can feel it.”

She’s sick of hiding your relationship. She’s sick of hiding who she loves. The world expects you to find a husband and bring children into this world. It expects you to stay at home, cook, clean and do everything for your husband.

“The world is shit”, your girlfriend wife says. “The world needs to wake up.”

She may lose her job, she may ruin her relationship with friends and family. But she would risk the entire world just to live a normal life with you. Nothing else matters but you.

Jill is so sick of people assuming her “partner” is a man. Or when people interpret her “girlfriend” as a friend that is a girl.

You may not be able to legally marry yet, but that doesn’t stop Jill from calling you her wife. It confuses people, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jill’s assigned extra work at the office? “Sorry, no can do. I gotta get home on time tonight. My wife is making roast.”

At a restaurant? “I’ve reserved a table under Valentine. No, our husbands won’t be coming. It’s just my wife and I tonight.” She squeezes her arm around your waist, smiling at the slightly shocked waiter.

A man flirting with her at the bar? “Yes this shirt does look nice! It’s one of my wife’s favourites.” She says loudly.

This little habit of hers, (if you could call it that) amuses you immensely. The amount of times it’s stunned or confused people never fails to make you laugh at the way they question the legality of your “marriage.”

Jill stands in the kitchen, tending to curry on the stove as she gushes about how she finally has the weekend off, and how she can spend it with her “pretty little wife.”

“If I’m your wife, where’s my ring?” You tease, holding up your left hand and showing off your bare ring finger.

“I’m saving that for when we can get married, darling.” She whispers, taking your hand and bringing it to her lips as she places a gentle kiss to your ring finger.

Recently I had an idea for a series where reader gets a job at RPD as a secretary or intern, with no real policing knowledge. You work as an assistant to Chief Irons or fetching things for your colleagues around the station. Something simple like that.

You file, print and fax documents all day long. You’re also tasked to go on a coffee run and get your colleagues some drinks and snacks. On a good day you can get something for yourself with the extra money. Sometimes you get to spend time with your coworker Jill, who seems to have quickly taken a liking to you.

Every afternoon you go home to your small apartment with your shitty boyfriend. You’ve tried to leave him multiple times and failed due to his abusive and manipulative nature. He’s a cheating loser who treats you like a toy, an object, something less than human.

You go to work the next day with a sore back from sleeping on the couch. Jill has recently taken notice of your declining mood, the bruises on your arms and the way you’re so hesitant to talk about your home life. She spends time with you more, goes out of her way to walk past your desk every day. She checks on you mentally, even when no one else at work does.

Eventually you and Jill have developed a routine of getting coffee together almost every day. You tell her about your dreams, your fears and the shitty man back at home who leaves you unsatisfied in more ways than one. Jill listens to you talk. It’s been so long since you’ve had a friend who cares and checks up on you so frequently.

Your boyfriend doesn’t like your new relationship with your friend Jill for many reasons. After a loud and lengthy fight, you’re told to pack your things and leave the next morning.

The next day you run to Jill in tears, asking for advice as you cry in her arms, your sobs echoing in the empty break room. Without a moment of hesitation, Jill squeezes you tight and whispers, “How about you stay with me? I’ve got room. I’ll take care of you, sweet girl.”

And that’s how you came to live with your best friend. You moved in that night and ever since then, your relationship has deepened. You find yourself cuddling up to her more, leaning into her while watching movies. She helps you set up your room. She buys you things when you show even the slightest hint of interest. Gifts you little trinkets she finds wherever she goes. “Just reminded me of you is all.” She always says.

Jill shares her clothes with you, and in turn you share yours. She plays with your hair, strokes your hands and face. She’s complimenting you more. Flirting perhaps? No, she’s not flirting. You’re just friends.

But then again, friends don’t dream about making out on the couch, imagining her hands groping your chest under her your shirt. Friends don’t mumble each other’s name in their sleep and then wake up to a soaked mess in their underwear. Friends don’t touch themselves to the thought of each other. Friends don’t share a bed and sleep tangled up half naked for warmth because “it’s cold.”

You’ve never seen Jill all dressed up for an event like this before. She’s stunning. Her short brown hair framing her beautiful face as she stands in front of her full length mirror, adjusting her earrings. A week ago, you helped her pick out this fancy royal blue pantsuit specifically for tonight, and god, does she look amazing in it. Her height and slim figure accentuated by the long pant legs and her velvet heels.

You stalk up to her, openly admiring her as she smirks at you in the mirror.

“Hey baby,” Jill coos softly as she turns around slowly, her hands now resting on your hips.

“Shit, you look good.” She whispers as she looks you up and down, checking you out from head to toe. “It’s gonna be hard to keep my hands to myself tonight.” She teases, squeezing your hips.

You giggle as you loop your arms around her neck, stepping closer into her embrace as you gaze up into her eyes. “I should say the same. I’ve never seen you so…so-”

“Hot?” She raises an eyebrow in amusement.

“That’s one word for it.” You laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.

For a split second you see her eyebrows crease as she stares at your lips. She pulls away slightly to look, her eyes squinting slightly.

“Wha-“

“Hold on, babe, you’ve got something…” Jill trails off as she grabs your chin with one hand and brings the other up to your lips.

You stare wide eyed up at your girlfriend as she pushes her finger into your mouth. With a surprised squeak, you instinctively wrap your lips around her. Your eyelids flutter and your knees feel weak as you melt into her touch. It only lasts a few seconds before she gently wipes your two front teeth and pulls her finger out with a *pop*. A small string of saliva connecting it to your lips. You stare at her in awe and disbelief as she smiles and looks at her finger.

“Had a bit of lipstick on your teeth, see?” She grins, showing you the excess lipstick she wiped off your lips, now forming a ring around the base of her finger.

You stare wide eyed and speechless as Jill laughs at how quickly your cheeks turn pink. Your mouth hangs open slightly in shock as you blink at her.

“You liked that?” She chuckles, almost mockingly as she pouts her lips slightly with a tilt of her head.

“I- uh…” You barely manage to stammer out, now looking down to the floor in embarrassment.

“Aw, my sweet girl, don’t be embarrassed.” She coos with a smile, gently stroking your flushed cheek with the delicate touch of her palm.

“You like having my fingers in your pretty little mouth? I’ll keep that in mind for later.” Jill whispers, gently patting your cheek twice before she turns around to pick up her clutch purse and heads towards the door.

You’re frozen. Stuck in place with a red face and an uncomfortably warm feeling between your legs as you stare at the wall, trying your best to comprehend this newfound fascination of what just happened.

“Come on, we’re going to be late!” Jill announces to you from down the hall, interrupting your thoughts that spiral into more sinful imaginations.

“W-wait!” You call out, quickly dragging yourself out of your sudden daydream.

You grab your purse and run down the hallway the best you can in your heels, following your gorgeous girlfriend like a lovesick puppy.

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