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Get Him Back - Rafe Cameron 18+

* HI ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE WRITTEN ANYTHING BUT IM HERE NOW

* TBH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO BARE WITH ME

* This is so super long and also completely filthy at parts SO MDNI and pls read warnings

* little bit of fluff? Def some pretty smutty smut. This did not start out as smut but here we are

* WRITTEN IN Y/N’s POV, lots of dialogue

*anything in italics is your inner monologue

Word count: 4K

WARNINGS: MDNI!, mentions of cheating (not rafe), toxic ex, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, rough-ish??, p in v sex, hair pulling, light choking??, not rated e for everyone

The rain is pouring down in sheets. Falling harder than it has in a while. My head is pounding from holding back tears, that I might as well let out. I never thought that I would be in this situation. Forced out of my boyfriend's car after a fight at nearly one in the morning, with a dead phone, left to walk home alone in the pouring rain. How cliche. Not to mention the fact that I’m just over three miles away from home. What a dick. Some “man” he is to leave me like that. For all he cares, I could be kidnapped out here. However, it's highly unlikely being that I’m wandering in one of (if not the nicest) neighborhoods in this entire state. Constantly guarded by a neighborhood watch, with gated community after gated community.

I can see the the sharp rain plummeting down in the glow of the street lights. Unlucky for me, the wind has picked up too making this walk even more miserable. At this point, I have two options; 1. I could continue to walk home in this miserable weather OR 2. I could lose all dignity and show up to Sarah’s house after not talking to her in months. Seeing as this storm is showing absolutely no sign of stopping, its looking like the second option is better. As I turn the corner, I approach the Seabrook Gated Community. A little ways down is the fence that Sarah and I used to hop all the time when we would sneak out. That’s my in. It’s an old rusty fence that is hidden behind some overgrown hedges behind some wildly overpriced house that rarely ever has anyone living in it.

After nearly slipping off of the slippery fence, I make my way down the street to Tanny Hill. Mentally preparing myself for the absolute humiliation that will occur if Sarah opens the front door. We had our falling out about 3 months ago and we haven't spoken since. We have tried our best to avoid each other at all costs. At least I’ve tried avoiding her, that is, until this very moment.

As I approach the front lawn, I genuinely consider turning around and quite literally braving the storm and walking home. As it is, I’m already soaked from head to toe and probably on the verge of pneumonia. However, I shake off my thoughts and walk towards the front door. I knock three times in hope that someone will hear. I don’t ring the doorbell out of fear of waking up the entire Cameron household which is the last thing I need to do. After a few seconds, nobody answers. This house is huge maybe they are coming. I convince myself that nobody is answering the door so I turn accepting my fate and I walk away. Suddenly, I hear the front door unlock and my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear his voice.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Fuck. Me.

“Hey Rafe.” I choke out. God I probably look insane.

“What are you doing here?” he looks at his phone “at 1:26 in the morning.”

“Um. Is Sarah home?” I spit out, trying to avoid conversation.

“She’s not…but I am.” He leans against the door frame looking me up and down in a ‘you good?’ way. “You also didn’t answer my question.” He adds.

“I uh…I didn’t know where else to go.” I say quietly. I was right. This is in fact humiliating. He just stands there and stares at me. Clearly unamused at the fact that I still haven't answered his question as to why I am standing on his front porch looking like a wet dog. I would stare too. “Are you gonna let me inside? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me in silence.” I add.

“That depends.” He says lookin back into the house then back at me. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re here? Or are you just gonna avoid the question.” Touche. We stand here in silence for a moment as he watches me get pelted in the face by the rain and I chatter my teeth. He finally pushes the door open further and gestures for me to come inside. Thank go Sarah isn’t home because I would be shitting myself out of embarrassment right now. I walk in and Rafe opens a hallway in the closet as he reaches in and grabs a towel that he throws at me. “If You get anything wet, Rose will lose her shit.”

“How kind.” I say with strong notes of sarcasm.

“Hey I didn’t have to let you in. I could've just left you outside on your own.” he’s right.

“Well you wouldn’t be the first guy to leave me outside tonight, so I probably would’ve been fine” I blurt out without thinking. What happened to me tonight is none of his business. Plus I’m sure he will hear about it anyway. However, he did let me inside which he did not have to do, so I could at least pretend to be grateful.

“Damn. That's rough. Sorry about that.” he almost sounded embarrassed.

“No, it's fine. Thanks for the towel.” he nods and sits down at the kitchen counter. We stand in silence for a bit as I ring my hair out into the sink. This couldn’t be more awkward. Here I am standing in my ex best friend’s house with her older brother, who was in fact my first kiss in a game of truth or dare years ago, and who happens to be the best friend of my boyfriend who just dumped me on the side of the road in the middle of the night. This is just grand. “Do you have a phone charger? My phone is completely dead.”

“Uh yeah its upstairs. Do you wanna-” he cut himself off before speaking again. “Do you just wanna come up with me so you can change?” Right. So. Apparently this absolutely CAN feel more awkward. Whatever. I need to charge my phone and honestly a change of clothes sounds devine. I silently follow Rafe up the stairs and into his room. “If you want you can take a shower to warm up. Your teeth haven’t stopped chattering since you got here.” he’s being frighteningly nice.

“Um sure.” I say hesitantly as I am incredibly confused by his nice attitude. I plug in my phone and Rafe hands me one of his old t-shirts and a pair of booty shorts that were surely left here by some random girl, but honestly I don’t care. I have to get out of these clothes. “Thanks.” I say taking the clothes and entering his bathroom, closing and locking the door quickly behind me. Literally what the fuck. There is no way this is really happening.

I take my time in the shower as I let the steaming hot water warm me up for a while. When I’m done, I put on the clothes that Rafe gave me, and open the bathroom door seeing him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey Topper called you like five times when you were in the shower.” He says unfazed. My attitude shifts almost immediately.

“You didn’t answer it did you?” I blurt out. Nice job y/n! That wasn’t suspicious at all!

“No…why would I?” he laughs clearly confused as I let out a sigh of relief. Once again. Awkward silence. I take a seat on the edge of the bed going through my phone. “Are you gonna call him back?” he asks. Before I could answer him, his phone starts to ring. Toppers name is displayed on the screen. Rafe looks at his phone, then back to me, then back to his phone.

“I am NOT here. Answer it. Put it on speaker.” I say frantically. Now he's intrigued.

“Hey Top!” Rafe answers. “Rafe! I fucked up man. I fucked up BAD! I’m coming over. I need a drink asap.” I am immediately shaking my head and mouthing ‘no’. “Top I can’t tonight man. My dad is on my ass and if Rose finds out I have someone over, I’m dead bro.” Is he seriously helping me right now?

Topper scoffs on the other line. “Since when have you given a shit about what Rose thinks? I’m already on my way!”

“Then turn around and go home man. I can’t tonight.”

“What is up with you dude? You never turn down a drink” its silent for a minute “Oh shit do you have a chick over right now?” Im disgusted at the change in tone in Top’s voice when he brings up Rafe having a girl over.

“Yeah bro I do. And she’s alone right now in my bed so I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.” Rafe responds, very quick to go along with Topper’s question.

“That’s my man!” Topper laughs “is she hot? She better be hot!”

Even Rafe rolls his eyes at Topper’s comment. “Yeah she’s hot. Okay gotta go man.” Rafe responds as he hangs up the phone. Is that true, does he think I’m hot? I don’t care. Do I?

I let out a huge sigh of relief that we dodged the bullet of Top showing up here.

“So. Are you gonna tell me why I just had to lie to my best friend?”

I shift nervously. “Well technically you didn’t lie. There is a ‘chick’ here and she is sitting on your bed.” I try to make a joke avoiding this conversation at all costs.

“Y/n.” He says, raising his eyebrows. He clearly wants an answer.

“I broke up with Top and he didn’t take it well.” I say on an exhale. He doesn’t say anything because he’s not stupid. He has probably figured out that much already. I let out a heavy sigh. “He kicked me out of his car in the middle of the road three miles away from my house in the fucking rain because I accused him of cheating on me. He told me that I had no idea what I was talking about. He said I was crazy, and that I was making shit up. But I’m not. I know for a fact that I’m not. It’s not the first time either. He’s done it before, which I’m sure you already know since you’re his best friend and he probably tells you everything.” I make that realization as I’m rambling my story out to him. Rafe is probably well aware of Topper’s lack of loyalty.

“I uh. I knew about it the first time.” He admits. His honestly with the situation makes me laugh a little as I roll my eyes.

“Of course you did. Being that it was with your sister. I’d be shocked if you didn’t know.” The look on Rafe’s face instantly changes. It’s almost like he’s holding something back. “Unless…Sarah wasn’t the first girl was she. There was someone else.” Tears that I have been pushing back for weeks start to well in my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m furious. Even Rafe doesn’t know what to say. Without thinking, I grab my wet clothes and my barely charged phone, and head towards his bedroom door. “I should go. Thanks for the shower and-”

“Y/n don’t be ridiculous” he says quickly following me. “You can’t leave right now that storm is getting worse” He puts his hand on the door, shutting it.

I turn and he is standing close enough to me to create an odd sort of tension.

“Why don’t you get him back?” Rafe suggests as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t want to get back with him Rafe I’m so ov-” he cuts me off.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I mean get him back. As in revenge.” he says as he steps closer to me. Jesus Christ I’m an absolute idiot.

“Revenge…right.” I laugh awkwardly. He continues to inch closer, creating an even bigger amount of tension. Not that tension is an unfamiliar thing with Rafe and I. There has always been a weird tension between us. Ya know…the whole best friends brother thing. I’ve known Rafe for almost 10 years. Something about his cocky attitude has always been attractive to me. Call it toxic. I don’t care. It’s just the truth. Rafe and I are standing right infront of each other. He is towering over me as my back is still to the door.

“You know…They say that one of the best ways to get over a guy is to get under another.” He almost whispers while moving my hair out of my face. I can’t help but blush. The thought of getting back at Topper crossed my mind the second he cheated on me. The thought of getting back at him by hooking up with his best friend? That’s even better. Rafe leans down and starts to kiss my neck. “Rafe we probably shouldn’t do this” I whisper clearly enjoying it.

“Of course we shouldn’t. But I do shit that I shouldn’t do all the time.” He stops kissing my neck to look me in the face.

“Me too” I nod letting out a breath as I crash my lips onto his. The kiss is instantly filled with an insane amount of intensity. Rafe backs me up against the wall as he deepens the kiss. He moves from my mouth to my neck, leaving hickeys all over. He is making sure that I can’t hide what we are doing. And I’m totally here for it. His hands move from my hair, to my hips, to underneath the hem of my shirt. Well. Technically his shirt. I’m braless since my bra got soaked in that rain earlier. He quickly realizes this as his hand grazes over my tits. He starts to grip them while kissing me, making me moan softly until he stops for a second.

“As hot as you look in my shirt…it’s coming off” he nearly growls. I lift my arms as he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it across the room. I reach for his shirt to take it off. Once he takes it off his mouth is back on mine. Our foreheads are pressed together as our bare chests are rising and falling against each other. He hoists me up, grabbing my ass as I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We don’t last long against the wall before we move to the bed.

He lays me down on the edge of the bed as he hovers over me kissing me yet again. Each kiss gets more aggressive. We bite each other's lips between kisses. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck leaving more marks. Slowly, he makes his way to my chests. The marks he makes get darker and darker. He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me moan as he slightly bites down. He quickly moves his hand up to cover my mouth.

“Shhh. Baby we gotta stay quiet.” He says as he moves from one nipple to the other. I moan into his hand as he stifles the sound that comes out. His hand moves from my mouth to my throat as he wraps his hand around it lightly. His lips meet mine again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” holy shit. I moan into our kiss as his hand is on my throat. His hand travels down my body until its hovering over my shorts. He’s moving his hand from one thigh to the other. Barely grazing the spot where I need him the most. I breathe into our kiss as his hand stops at the waistband of my shorts. He’s such a fucking tease. He hovers his hand there for a minute sensing that I want more.

“Oh my God Rafe” I moan out of anticipation.

“You want more baby?” he smirks against my lips.

“You know I do” Smartass.

“Say less” he moves from his position above me, to kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down, revealing my bare pussy. He pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs in one swift motion, causing my breath to hitch. He leans down and attaches his mouth to my clit. This of course causes another accidental moan to slip from my mouth. I immediately throw my own hands over my mouth to quiet the noise. His tongue is swirling circles over my clit as he inserts two fingers without warning. As hard as I am trying to stifle my sounds, nothing could stop the groan that I let out at this moment. He moves his fingers at a faster pace that matches what his tongue is doing.

“Holy Shit Rafe.” I whine.

“You like that?” he smirks up at me. I nod and roll my eyes to the back of my head before shutting them tightly. But suddenly Rafe stops. “Open your eyes y/n. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to see who is making you feel this good.” I do as he says and open my eyes as I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. “Atta girl” He smirks before burying his face into me yet again. He adds a third finger as I throw my head back while remaining eye contact. He curls his fingers as he eats me out and I want to scream at the pressure building up inside of me. I reach forward and tangle my fingers through his hair as he grins up towards me.

“Rafe! Oh my God” I let out a string of other soft noises and words.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” I look Rafe in the eyes as I jerk my hips and arch my back, completely unraveling in front of him. As he removes his fingers from inside of me, he brings them up to my mouth. “I want you to see how good you taste.” he says as I take his fingers into my mouth until they are clean. He removes his fingers from my mouth and laces his hands through my hair as he devours me with a kiss.

“That was incredible.” I breathe heavily.

“Oh we aren’t done yet princess.” the sound of him calling me princess was enough to nearly send me over the edge again.

“I’d hope not” I tangle my tongue with his as he deepens the kiss by pulling my hair back. I reach for his pants and I undo his belt.

“Eager are we?” he scoffs, pulling away for a moment. He removes his belt and his pants. Leaving his boxers for me to remove. I gesture for him to sit on the edge of the bed where I just was. When he sits, I climb onto his lap, straddling him over his boxers. I can tease too. I lean in kissing him as I slowly start to rock back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder by the second. To be honest this is doing just as much for me as it is for him. I start to kiss his neck, leaving marks similar to the ones he left on me. I start to rock faster back and forth until he is letting out moans the way I was. I cover his mouth.

“I thought we had to stay quiet.” I give him a sly smile before kneeling on the floor and removing his boxers. I come face to face with his cock as I run my tongue up the side, looking up at him while I do it. I move my tongue to the other side slowly, taking my sweet time.

“Fuck y/n” Rafe groans as he places his hand in my hair.

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start to suck slowly, using my hands to work the rest that I can’t fit in my mouth. I bob my head up and down while I look up at him, my eyes are starting to water. He grabs my head and slightly pushes me down further, and I can feel his tip hit my throat. When it does Rafe lets out a deep moan with a mumbled string of “oh fucks”. After a few minutes, I can sense that he is going to cum. I don’t bother asking where he wants to finish before he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and look up at him with a smile.

“Holy shit. You really know what you’re doing.” He lets out a heavy content sigh. “We still aren't done yet. I need to be inside you.” He says laying me back down on the bed. I still cannot believe that this is happening.

Rafe wastes no time climbing on top of me leaving sloppy kisses up my chest and meeting my mouth with his. “You sure about this?” He looks down at me.

“Never been more sure about anything.” I nod.

“Good” He says as he grabs a condom from his nightstand and puts it on. Seconds later, he is lining himself up at my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he enters inside of me. His cock stretched my pussy perfectly. He moves with smooth motions leaving us both moaning into each other's mouths as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He brings his hand to my throat once again,barely applying pressure, making me let out a moan that was too loud to be stifled. He doesn’t seem to care.

“You like when my hands are around your neck?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes! Oh my god yes” I am starting to get louder. He moves his hand from my throat to my mouth to keep me quiet again. I moan into his hand as his thrusts hit the perfect spot inside of me. He can tell that he has hit the spot when my hips start to buck in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. I am almost screaming into his hand. As he leans down to kiss me again.

“You gonna cum with me?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine. I nod unable to speak, to stop myself from screaming. “Words y/n. Use your words”

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna cum!” I whine out. He thrusts in and out a few more times, hitting the spot perfectly making me squirm underneath him. With one final thrust, I arch my back as I scratch my nails down his, definitely leaving scratch marks. We cum simultaneously as we let out deep and hungry moans into each other's mouths. He just gave me the best orgasm I have ever had. He pulled out and laid next to me.

“Holy shit. I’ve waited so long to do that.” he says looking at me out of breath.

“Me too. I always had a crush on you ya know.” I say looking at him equally as out of breath.

“Yeah I know.” He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Took you long enough to do something about it.” I laugh back.

“Thank God I did. And I plan on doing it again. Just so you know.” I winked at me

“I’d hope so.” I smile, laying there next to him. He was right. That was the best way to get over someone.

** hi! I really hope you liked this. If you did and want to see more let me know what you want to see! I had fun writing this and in my many many years of writing fanfics this is somehow my first time writing smut so I hope it was okay lol ❤️

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miscreantroses · 8 months

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you (Zoro x Reader)

genre: fluff

"Why are you avoiding me?" Zoro asks for the nth time for this day. "Can you just talk to me?"

"I'm not. Leave me alone." You walk past by him as he tries to catch up to you. This had been going for a while eversince the crew left Wano.

He grabs your hand, and faces you. "You are. You've been interacting with the whole crew but when it comes to me. You just acted like I'm not here."

You went silent and managed to get away from his grasps. "I don't know what you're talking about." You turned back and walked away from him.

"I'm not done talking to you." Zoro shouts as you walk away from him and enters the kitchen. "Y/N!"

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"What?" You looked at Sanji as you enter the kitchen. " Didn't hear anything."

"Is it really necessary to avoid him at all costs?" Sanji sighs as he continued his meal prep. "He's fully aware of what you're doing."

You sit by the counter and taps the counter. "I know. It's just...." You can't seem to find the right words. "I just... ugh why do I like him?"

"Oh just confess to him already." Sanji stops his chopping at looked at you. "It can't go on like this forever."

"I've already got his...answer." You tried not to cry. "I just... God. Why..."

You clicked your tongue and started to tell Sanji what happened.

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It was back in Wano and the fight with Kaido was over. You thought it was the right time to confess to Zoro. It wouldn't hurt right? But as you made your way to see him, you saw him that he was with Hiyori. You only heard from him that he didn't like "them". Assuming that it was you, you ran away and just decided not to confess.

"God, why do I like him." You sighed and faceplanted in the counter. "I should've kept it to myself."

"Oh so that explains why you gave Zoro the cold shoulder when we were about to leave Wano." Sanji replies. "I don't know...But that moss head."

As Sanji was about to tell something. You cut him off and stood up. "I don't care. I give up." You sighed as you make your way out of the kitchen. "It's better this way, no feelings."

You closed the door and Sanji lit up another cigaratte. "I wish you also knew that he likes you too."

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Night falls and you were on nightwatch, you were staring out to the sea. You started to hum to pass the time.

"Oi." Zoro was standing behind you. Without second thought, you draw your weapon and pointed it at him. "It's just me... geez."

You lowered your weapon and turned away. "Oh, guess its your turn to keep watch." But as you walk away from him, he grabs your hand.

"This can't go on forever." He faces you once again, but this time his approach was gentler. You avoided his gaze and looked down. But he lifts up your chin to meet his gaze. "Look at me when I'm talking Y/N."

You close your eyes and hoping that this was just all a dream but you could feel his presence. You opened your eyes and looked back to his eyes. "Everything's fine, Zoro."

"You've been avoiding me." He started to speak up. "You've been declining my invitations to have a friendly spar."

"I'm not avoiding you." You replied. "I just... Okay fine. Yes, I've been avoiding you."

"But why?" He asks, he lets go but maintains a steady eye contact on you. "Did I do something to piss you off?"

Without second thought you just blurted out yes. "I just wished I didn't like you." Tears started to form and you tried to hold it back. "I just wished I didn't tried to find you that night to confess to you. I wished..."

You finally broke down and started to cry. Zoro holds your hand. "But I...do like you." He intertwines his fingers around yours. "Where do you even had the idea that I didn't liked you?"

You told him the night that you were about to confess and you just heard that you didn't like them from him. He tried to hold his laughter.

"What's so funny about that?!" You shouted and he's still trying not to laugh.

"I was referring to some sake that Hiyori gave to me." He says. "She brought a couple bottles of sake to try and I told her that I didn't like some of them."

Your face turned red at his confession and Zoro finally gave in and laughed. You tried to stand up and ran away from him but he pulled you in for a hug. "But really, Y/N. I like you, even though you're kind a bit dumb."

"Says the one who has no sense of direction." You retorted only for him to laugh even more.

He hugs you a bit tighter and whispers. "I guess that settles everything?" He places his chin on top of your head and rubs your back. "So you're done avoiding me already?"

You stayed silent and hummed in agreement. He smiled and continued to hug you. "Good, because I might've kissed you just to get your attention."

You looked up at him and kissed him on the cheeks. He suddenly turned red and you hid your face on his chest. "I..."

He smiles and lifts your chin and shared a passionate kiss. "I like you, Y/N." He brushes a strand of your hair. "Always remember that."

A/N: Just needed to get that out of my head. Gosh. Well... *sees another mountain of work* Help...

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angels2000blogs · 11 months

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RZ Michael Myers x patient reader

reader is at Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium Michael is at and she is pushed around by the nurses and crys when yelled at.

Tw : abuse, abuse mentioned ( or implied) , Michael blames himself for leaving boo and thinks she is being hurt ( he wasn't told about his mom or boo ) , murder ( it is deserved) , swearing,

yes Michael sees us as a boo

I'm so sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors 💗

you had only been at Smith's Groves for 5 months and you had yet to make any friends.

you understood that it was a mental hospital and the chance of making friends were slim to none but you wanted to try anyway, your first two attempts went badly and ended with you getting a big black bruise on your right arm and lower cheek.

when you had confronted the nurses to ask for help with your bruises you were told to ' get over it ' and ' you should be thankful they didn't't kill you ' and never got any ointments, you had to learn that the nurses weren't going to be much help in those situations so you choose to keep to yourself to avoid getting hurt.

as much as you hatted being alone with only your therapist to talk to it was better than getting hurt, you hadn't know this before you were forced into smiths Grove but there were many criminals also seeking treatment here; you wish you were made aware of this factor, considering it would have changed your argument on why you shouldn't go to a mental institution.

but here you were sitting at your small desk drawing small useless drawing of cats and mice that your therapist would stupidly try and find a deeper meaning to.

as you began to draw your firth cat your door was aggressively opened and made a loud noise, scaring you and made you mess up.

you took a deep breath and looked at your now destroyed drawing, you hatted not being able to finish your drawings but you hatted getting yelled at for being late to breakfast more.

you slowly sat up knowing who was opening the door without even having to look , it was one of the nurses that was in charge of you.

you turned around and walked towards an strange face , one you hadn't met before.

you just have stoped walking towards him because the next thing you knew he was yelling.

" Jesus Christ, can you go any slower !" the man screamed as you quickly walked towards you and grabbed your arm and yanked you towards the door.

you weren't sure what was happening.

as soon as he yelled tears filled your eyes and you tried not to allow more tears to replace the ones already falling.

you my not be able to see well but you could feel the arm that grabbed you and yanked you out of your room.

you knew it was best not to resist, so you silently follow the man who still hasn't let you go.

he didn't let you go until you were sitting in your normal place at the small breakfast table.

" now just sit the fuck down and stop crying for god sakes, I didn't even do anything" he whisper yelled right next to your face.

than he was gone, he walked away leaving you crying at breakfast.

not long after that food was put in front of you, you had no appetite so you didn't move.

your head between your raised shoulders and your eyes stuck as a spot on the ground.

you managed to stop crying a little after breakfast was out on the table but your appetite remanded the same. so you didn't even bother picking up your stupid plastic cutlery.

if you were being honest you were fine with just staring at the spot on the floor forever if you were allowed to , but like most things you got comfort in it was taken away.

" why aren't you eating?" a female nurse asked you .

you knew this nurse, she was nice enough but still carried a attitude.

you lifted you head to meet her eyes and gave a small shrug not wanting to speak.

she rolled her eyes and took away the food.

you kept your head up now looking at everyone else talking to there friends or sitting quietly by myself, you eyes accidentally locked with a tall man sitting at a separate table with gards all around him.

he was wearing a blueish long cardigan and a white uniform like the rest of the patients.

looking at the tall man you suddenly become very aware of the fact you went wearing a bra and felt very exposed.

you returned to normal, your head below your shoulders and your eyes focused on a spot on the ground.

you're not sure how long breakfast went on for, but you do know that the male nurse was once again grabbing your arm and trying to pull you somewhere.

" are you my new nurse?" you quietly question, hoping he would say something along the lines of 'no' but lady luck wasn't on your side today.

" fucking hell! speak up bitch" he yelled and pushes you away from him, it didn't hurt but you started tearing up.

you quickly looked around trying to see if there were any nurses around to help you but there was only 3 gards around the big man.

you were quick to realize no one was going to help you .

though, that wasn't how Michael Myers saw this situation at all.

although Michael doesn't get angry often this made his blood boil .

he wasn't sure but in his eyes you were a exact same as little boo.

and he could just sit down and let someone that reminded him of boo get hurt again.

but for now he will just stay put, he's watching as you slowly get up and whisper a small ' sorry '.

" god sakes, if I knew any better I'd say you're scared of me ? you scared slut ?" the man says in a sarcastic voice.

you stay still

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

Michael stands picking up one of his gards and throws him across the room.

'𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘰'

the other gards try and reach to there batons but don't get a chance before there also killed.

Michael slams one of there heads into a wall until he hears a cracking noice, he's not sure if it's the concrete or his skull;

and he doesn't care.

the other gard is thrown on to the ground were the man with a caved skull lays, there's another crack.

Michael looks up to you only to find you're looking into his eyes.

you tillt your head slightly.

the male nurse is trying to call for help on his wally talky which he keeps dropping; he's shaking so much he can't think anything in his hands.

as soon as Michael begins walking towards the two of you the nurse pushes you into Michal and runs of.

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'

but Michael don't want you dead , no.

he catches you and carefuly moves your body onto chair.

Michael once again starts walking towards the stupid man.

the nurse was trying to open the door but he was blissfully unaware that it was locked.

all the doors were locked why Michael would get angry to attempt to lessen the number of dead.

the nurse was screaming and bashing on the door, not that it would do anything.

Michael grabbed the nurses arm and pulled him back dislocating his shoulder with a creck.

the nurse now on the floor tried to crawl away from the significantly larger man who had no intention of stopping.

Michael gave him no time to get away before he picked the nurse by his head and smashed it back into the hard concrete floor and repeated the motion.

all you could do was sit in horror as the sound of the cracks filled the room, the blood pooling at the nurses now caved in head only grew bigger and bigger.

you weren't sure when he died but you understood he stopped screaming at the second blow.

the screams re looped though your head , the only thing you could remember was the screams: they were ear piercing.

Michael picked up the un- recognizable head and pushed it down one more time before standing up.

Michael whipped his blood stained hands and walked towards you, you were not scared; not that you felt safe , but you were so drained you couldn't help not feeling anything at all.

he sat down next to your trembling body and put a significantly larger hand on your shoulder.

the guards came into the room ten minutes later, you and Michael hadn't moved an inch.

@slzshers

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Part 1 Part 2

Rafes pov:

This girl. Damn it. I can’t believe she let me take advantage of her like this. I’m such an asshole. Fuck! What the fuck was I thinking.

Normally I would not care about violating a girl like that, but fuck me.. something about this girl has me hooked.

Since the first night I saw her swaying her ass at toppers party I knew she’d have me pussy whipped

And she did just that.

I even tried avoiding her for a week after that but she just had to bump into me.

I just dropped her off at home and I can’t believe it but I miss her

It’s not even about sex anymore, don’t get me wrong I will turn her into a little sex kitten, but it’s more than that.

Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her body, every fucking thing about her is perfect. And she’s mine.

When I found out she was a virgin I can’t lie I was happy. It means that nobody’s even touched her and the fact that I did and get to be her firsts just has my cock hard

I get home and get into bed, I probably shouldn’t call her, it’s too soon

And just like that I find myself listening to her soothing voice. Goddamn it this is hard

“I had fun tonight” her voice is the voice of an angel.

“I did too” I answer back

“When can I see you again?” She almost whines, it makes my cock stir

“Tomorrow kitten. Tonight you need to rest” I tell her as I imagine her laying next to me and stroking my cock

The first time I met her she was so shy but after I fucked her she loosed up a bit and we spent the rest of the night talking about the most random things. She told me about her ambitions in life and I told her a little about myself. I didn’t tell her what a psycho I am and all the shit my family, my father, does but I’m sure she knows.

“Sleep tight, kitten” and with that we end the call

My dreams are filled of this girl who showed up out of no where and captured my heart.

It’s the next day and my kitten is sitting in the passenger side of my car as we look at the view in front of us

“It’s so pretty” she says as she leans her head on the seat

“What do you say we try something new tonight” I tell her

She turns to me and smiles “what’s that?” Her voice is a little raspy and by god if it doesn’t wake my cock up

“Have you ever given someone a blowjob?” My jaw clenches at the thought of another man touching her

“No” her voice breaks my focus

“But I’d love to suck yours” she flutters her eyelashes as I watch her shift into a more comfortable position and reach over the console

“C-can you tell me what to do?” Her cheeks flush and by god it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen

I smirk as I get more comfortable and unbutton my jeans, freeing my aching cock

“Grab the base of it, kitten” she does “good”

“Now.. wrap those perfect lips around the tip and suck” I instruct her and watch as she does exactly what she’s told, darting her tongue out and licking my pre cum off the tip before wrapping her plump lips and sucking

I groan as I restrain to shut my eyes “good girl, keep sucking and when you feel more comfortable take more of me down your throat” I tell her as I bring a shakey hand to her hair and stroke it out of her face

Her eyes stay glued to me as she pushes more of me down her tight little throat, I watch with fire in my eyes as she sucks me perfectly. Her eyelashes flutter as I grip her hair and tug, she moans around my cock and I swear I’m ready to bust like a teenager getting sucked for the first time

“Fuck” I hiss out as I throw my head back, she continues working my shaft and licking as her teeth graze it and her hand grips the base as she slowly strokes what doesn’t fit in her mouth

“Shit, kitten, you’re so fucking good at that”

She hums in appreciation to my praise and that does it for me

“Fuck fuck fuck” I cry as my grip on her hair lessens and she takes me deeper, my cum spilling in her warm throat

She licks me clean as she pulls away and I watch the string of saliva drip down her chin, I wipe it with the pad of my thumb and stroke her cheek “you did so good”

“I did?” She gets all shy on me

I nod “you sure you’ve never done that before” I let out a breathy laugh, she shakes her head

“Put I enjoyed it” she says squirming in her seat

“Yeah? Just how much” I say as I trail my fingers up her thigh and between her legs, bunching up her dress as I do. I stifle a groan mixed with a moan when I come in contact with her drenched panties

“Holy fuck, kitten. Sucking my cock got you this wet” I ask her as I rub her through her panties

She leans her head back against the window and spreads her legs wider as her teeth sink into her bottom lip “yes”

Fuck me, this girl is gonna be the death of me

Part 4

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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getting ur hands dirty is UNREAL waiting patiently for pt2 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

Something in the water (Ajax Petropolus x Reader)

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x AFAB reader

Warnings: Body related insecurities. Maybe peer pressure? Oral sex (Female receiving) Vaginal protected sex. Hand kink. Exhibitionism. If you catch the title reference, you get a prize! AGED UP CHARACTERS

Requested: Yes. So many times. Can be read as a stand alone!

A/N: Inspired by this Ajax quote: “We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip. And Yoko’s an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito." → I think we all focused on the wrong part. Let me fix it for you.

“Do you really want to do this?” Ajax asks, holding your hand in his. You felt cold all over, and not only because it was like two am, and you were standing in the deck in nothing more than a shirt and a pair of sweats. “Because we don’t have to. We can just… Ditch them.”

“Xavier would be so mad.” You answer, quickly pulling off your shirt. “I already missed the one you guys had when we became members, saying I was on my period. He is an artist, he wouldn’t get it. He thinks all bodies are beautiful.”

“I think you give him less credit than he deserves. Xavier would understand you are insecure about your body.” Ajax pulled his shirt off, quickly following it with his pants. “And if you don’t want to tell him, we could just say we couldn’t keep our hands from each other.”

You, still in your bra and pants, gave him a look.

“I don’t want them to think about us fucking like bunnies, Jax. Besides, if I told him, Xavier would encourage me even more to do this. To him, nudity is freeing or some bullshit.”

“I think they already do.” Ajax answered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Now, if you are set on this, remember you can back out at any time and I think your body is beautiful, just like all of you.”

“Good for you.” You answered, taking out your pants. This was possibly the craziest thing you had ever done. You were celebrating Enid and Wednesday becoming full-time members of the Nightshades. Why was the celebration skinny-dipping? Well, you weren’t certain. The tradition had been there long before you had become a member, and you had avoided the party that time. Xavier and Ajax had done it, though, and loved the experience. Apparently, being naked with your bestie was very freeing. Or that had been what the boys had told you. You had never told anybody why, until Ajax noticed you getting increasingly anxious when Enid decided to pledge and forced Wednesday to do it too.

He had asked then, but your input was a mere confirmation. Ajax had noticed you didn’t like to take off your clothes during sex, that you tried to cover yourself with sheets or turn off the light. That you loved his room, not only because he didn’t have a roommate, but because you avoided mirrors.

“You guys ready?” Bianca shouted, already in the water. Sirens, you thought fondly, willing to do anything to get in the water. Even celebrate the admission of her freenemie into a secret society.

“Coming!” You grabbed Ajax hand and pushed him forward. Both of you were in your underwear, and you felt the need to cover your body once more, or at least, hide behind him.

“Are you sure?” Ajax repeated, insistently. It was cute that he cared so much, but if you kept talking about it, you would lose your nerve.

“Ajax, get in the fucking water, or I will drown you myself.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Xavier cheekily said, appearing behind some bushes. You tried not to look, but you were curious to know if he was already naked. You looked down. Yep. He was. Xavier caught your staring and turned around slowly, smirking the whole time. At that moment, you prayed to whichever god there was to just open up the earth and swallow you whole. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen.

“You wish, Thorpe. Back off, I saw her first.” You didn’t need to look at Ajax to know he was glowering at Xavier.

Xavier raised his hands in surrender.

“If you want to get technical, she was my friend before I introduced you.” Then, stepping closer to you and giving you a wink. “Come on, underwear off. We have to get in the water before your boyfriend here stones me.”

You took your bra off, one hand coming to cover your nipples as much as you could. Then you went for your panties, surprised when you felt another pair of hands gripping your hips and helping you get out of your underwear.

“Use both of your hands.” Ajax lightly stroked your hipbone, in a motion that was so comforting it could not come from jealousy. Something was off. “I don’t want Xavier here looking more than necessary.” You suppressed a smile. He wasn’t jealous of Xavier, he was just playing the possessive boyfriend, so you could keep your body more covered. It was so sweet you wanted to cry.

As soon as Ajax got the panties off you, and you kicked them away, Xavier grabbed your hand and ran towards the water. Resistance was futile. You didn’t even have time to think before his freakishly long legs were forcing you too to run if you didn’t want to fall face first on the deck and get dragged.

“Sorry, too slow, Petropolus. I’m stealing your girl!” And without you could even feel self-conscious, Xavier was jumping in the water and pulling you along with him.

The shock of the cold water against your naked body almost made you scream. Bianca cheered, as did Enid when she, too, took her plunge. You resurfaced to the grinning face of Xavier, hair sticking to his face and making him look like he had been attacked by some white and golden kelp.

“That was amazing.” And before he could gloat too much, Ajax got into the water and started trying to pull him under, much to Xavier’s glee. You laughed.

“Boys.” Divina said, rolling her eyes next to you. She was watching her brother lazily do laps around the lake, trying to get Bianca to race him.

“Only Yoko and Wednesday are missing.” You answered, a little more at ease now that your body wasn’t on display. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear enough that the stars and the moon reflected on the lake, making it seem like you were walking between them. The motions and waves made by the boys made it so the images rippled, giving the water a gorgeous shine. You felt like you were swimming in glitter.

“We are right here.” Wednesday said, getting slowly into the water, whole body shivering. Yoko, more practical, just jumped in.

“You should just go for it.” Enid suggested, swimming towards you. “That way, you get used to it.”

“I like the pain.” Wednesday glowered. “Don’t cut my fun short.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, Wednesday was the kind of person to enjoy getting slowly into the water.

“You know, this is kind of nice.” You said, reclining against the deck and watching how Xavier was splashing water at Ajax. They were just like little kids, really.

“It really is.” Enid sighed happily, and you turned to smile at her, losing sight of the boys.

“What is?” You jumped at Ajax voice. He was swimming towards you, Xavier hot on his heels.

“No rough housing near me!” You warned, placing your hands in front of you.

“Oh, babe. You wound me, really. How could you think such things about us?” and with a grin, Ajax was grabbing your waist, and pulling you deeper into the water. You kicked at him, trying to get away and just managing to do so, before you collided with Xavier, who started splashing at you.

So, you did the logical, totally mature thing and splashed him back. Ajax plastered himself at your back, running a hand against your ribs. Your breath hitched. There was something about the casual way he was holding you, bodies flush with each other, hand slowly dragging upwards against your torso. It seemed more intentional than casual, for sure. Ajax knew all about what his hands did to you, in detail. And this way of holding you, making sure to spread his hand against your torso, so you could feel each one of his fingers and rings, cold against your skin where his hand was hot, couldn’t be an accident.

You turned a little, to look at him.

“Let’s not flash Xavier.” He said, other hand coming to cover your breasts. His forearm was over your boobs, covering your nipples, and his hand was cupping your left boob. Taking advantage of the water, Ajax pulled you, with the same arm, closer to him. Xavier laughed.

Feeling a little more safe now, knowing Xavier wasn’t going to get an eyeful of your naked body, you lifted yourself some more and kissed him. Ajax smiled into the kiss, hands grasping possessively on your skin.

“Oh my god, yeah. I’m out. Fuck, I need a girlfriend. I shouldn’t be feeling like the third wheel when I was the one that introduced you.” Xavier complained, but you paid him no mind, choosing instead to turn in Ajax’s grasp, so you could kiss him more passionately.

“He is so mad, I bet we could get away with just disappearing.” Ajax muttered to you, and you felt all your previous arousal vanish.

“So you are just doing this to rile Xavier up?” You asked, frowning.

“Shit, that sounded bad, didn’t it?” One of his hands went to rub soothingly at your back. “I wanted to rile you up, too.”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Umm, what I meant was… I don’t get you to see you like this so often and maybe, maybe, I wanted to take advantage of it somewhere else? So, I was riling Xavier up, just so he would leave us alone and we could…”

“See me like this?”

“Naked.” Ajax clarified, and the hand on your ribs lifted just enough, so it was cupping your breast. Your mouth opened, lips parted in a confused moan.

“We shouldn’t.” But Ajax’s hand was leaving your breast, slowly dragging the heel of it over your nipple, making a path towards your throat. Your eyes closed. Ajax was once again exploiting your hand kink and it showed. “This is unfair.” You protested, but it was weak at best. His hand grasped at your jaw, thumb brushing your chin.

“Come here.” He says, and grabs your hand in his. “Keep quiet and follow me.”

You obey him. Out of the two of you, Ajax is the stronger swimmer and the one who knows the lake better. You follow his lead, stepping where he does, quiet as a mouse. Slowly, very slowly, he gets you beneath the dock. The others do not realize, too busy watching how Enid is trying to force Wednesday to play some game or another.

It is dark and far enough your friends won’t be able to see you if they look quickly, but not far enough that they wouldn’t hear you moan. Here, the water only comes to your waist, and the cold from the night is making its presence known already, making your nipples harden and your whole body tremble.

“Oh, poor thing. You are cold.” Ajax says, and pulls you closer to him, starting to rub vigorously at your arms and shoulders. “Let me warm you up.” You glower at him, knowing he is about to play what turned out to be his favorite trump card. He is rubbing at your arms, fingers extended, rings digging a little at your flesh.

Before allowing him to win that easily, you decide to take matters on your own hands, looping them behind his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. Now Ajax is the one trembling. He might like to play all confident, but you know him. In the end, Ajax always melts.

Because you have to press to your advantage before he can react, you get bolder, one hand going to his erection. Ajax closes his eyes, resting his forehead on top of your head.

“Fuck.” Ajax's breath comes in sharp little gasps.

“I hope you got a condom somewhere.” You frown at him, lightly running your nails against his shaft. “We are not polluting the water.”

Ajax reaches up a little, going on his tip toes to tug something from between the wooden boards. A tiny, silver package. He gives you a silly grin, and your mouth opens and closes out of its own accord. You can help but giggle.

“You planned this!” You accuse, pressing a kiss to his throat.

“Maybe.” And you are so head over heels for him, you can’t help but want to kiss the smile on his face. You do, feeling the small puffs of air from his laughter interrupt the kiss.

“Enough.” You say, pushing him away lightly. You feel giddy, but still want to hold your ground. “I’m still not fully sold on this.”

“Okay.” Ajax blinks, hands immediately leaving your body. “Is this a we are not doing this because I’m uncomfortable? Or we are not doing this because I’m not aroused enough and don’t think this could be hot?” He puts space between you two, biting his lips. His brows are furrowed, and you suddenly understand why he is so worried. This thing of yours, it is still new. Ajax is having trouble with finding his footing, and so do you. You aren’t sure yet how much of each other's bodies you are allowed to touch, for what you need to ask permission and what is a given. He has always been careful, so careful, even your first time. Ajax is always asking and worrying about not forcing you into anything.

“Second one. You are not doing anything bad, I’m consenting.” You pull him closer, hugging him and hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Okay.” Ajax hides his face in your hair, inhaling deeply and pausing for a minute, like he is regaining his courage.“Yeah, I can work with that.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, arms coming to wrap around your waist. Then, he drops to his knees in front of you.

“Ajax.” You warn, but he doesn’t listen. He is pressing kisses to your stomach, and you desperately want to pull him up because you had never let him do this before, despite him offering. But you don’t because you are also curious. About how it could feel, how your body would react. And you trusted him, after all, you were friends first. “The guys….”

“Won’t see anything. If you keep quiet, they won’t suspect a thing.” He is right about that, you thought the same thing before. The way he is leaving open-mouthed kisses around your belly button is making it hard for you to think straight. His perfect, big hands are grasping at your ass, steadying you and kneading at the flesh there. Ajax’s kisses go lower and lower, making you squirm. This is a bad idea, you know it, but you find it hard to care with the way he is mouthing at your thighs. Ajax spreads your legs a little, talented hands grabbing at your inner thighs. He licks you, from perineum to clit, and your first thought is that it is warm. The second is that it feels good, and you are a fool for not accepting before. You sigh, trying to keep quiet, but unable to do so when he decides to get curious, taking your clit between his lips. This time, your groan is loud, loud enough so Ajax pulls away, looking quickly at your friends. They don’t notice, too busy laughing at something or other. You know by now they have to have figured you two ditched them, but not to where. If they get out of the water and see your clothes, all bets are off. They would realize you never left the lake, and you would be ridiculed forever.

“You have to keep quiet.” Ajax repeats. Then, he noses at your clit. “Like this?” Feeling the vibrations against your sensitive pussy almost make you scream, so you bite your lips instead. You grasp at his shoulders, nails digging in, and try to convey your feeling about it. Ajax snickers, surely able to feel how your legs tense. His tongue presses deeper, aiding himself with one of his hands to keep you open, spreading your lips. It makes you stumble a little, kicking at the water and making some splashes. You are too winded already, and you know if it were not for the way he is grasping at your thighs, you would be in the water already. “Shit.” Ajax says, tensing between your legs. “Are they looking?”

And sure enough, you hear Bianca’s voice ask if anyone else heard the splashes, with Divina answering it must be the canoes moving with the wind. If you don’t hurry, you are going to get caught, you are already pushing your luck.

“Okay.” You say, trying to pull him up. “I want your cock now.” You blush a little, because it comes out way more demanding than you thought it would, but Ajax only gives a muffled laugh, getting up and kissing you. You can taste yourself on him, smell it even, and it gets you even wetter. He turns you around, peppering your shoulders and back with kisses.

You can feel his erection pressing against your back, closer as you are. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Quick as lighting, one of his hands goes to your throat, thumb pressing against your lips in an insistent manner. Ajax seems to have a thing for your mouth, and today is no exception.

“Figured…” You hear the tell-tale sound of a condom getting opened and rolled, and you wonder a little how much practice does he have to be able to do it one-handed. Ajax doesn’t lose any time, lining himself up, blunt head pressing at your entrance. You groan, and he takes the opportunity to slip his finger inside your mouth. “Ah… You might need some help keeping quiet…” Ajax says, and thrusts in. His hand muffles your moan. He waits for you to adjust, and when you start rocking your hips against his, Ajax starts fucking you in earnest. He whimpers, muffling the sound against your neck.

You try to suck on his thumb, but he is pounding at you hard and fast, in a way that’s not designed to make this last. He seems to be in a time crutch to bring you to the edge as efficient and brutally as possible. Ajax knows as well as you do that you are running out of time. His free hand drops to your clit, rubbing quick circles around it. He is pulling on all the tricks, all the weak spots he has memorized from exploring your body. Your hips buck and you almost bite the finger in your mouth. You make a conscious effort to relax your body, unclenching your jaw enough, so you can suck at his thumb without biting him. You would like to do more, but Ajax is holding you in a way that doesn’t allow it.

Instead of complaining, you work with what you have. Your hips meet his, thrust for thrust. The pleasure gets too much, too soon, making you cry out weakly. Ajax pulls his thumb away and replaces it with his index and middle finger, starting to fuck your mouth too, rings glinting in the low light. That, combined with the way he is rubbing at your clit, sends you over the edge.

Ajax does a valiant effort of fucking you through it, but the way you are clenching around him proves to be too much. He comes too, biting at your shoulder to keep himself from screaming.

Too caught up on your little bubble, you had lost track of your friends. When you hear steps on the dock, you look back to the lake, panic bubbling in your throat. You turn to look at Ajax, eyes wide. Your panicked look is perfectly mirrored by him. Your friends aren’t in the lake, they are in the dock instead. Which means, any moment from now…

“Oh for fuck's sake, these two were fucking here!” Xavier screams, right above you.

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WINTERING 4. nightmare before christmas

twelve days of christmas writing prompts by @abiiors wintering masterlist previous (3)

“Hey,” Matty grunted, sitting across from me, all splayed out on the couch. The evening was heavy and he was stoned, trying to pull himself through another get-together with friends. I glanced at him, his lips stained wine-pink. He raised his eyebrows when he caught my attention, gesturing for me to sit beside him. I tucked my feet underneath me, curling deeper into the couch. I tried to listen, or eavesdrop, to friends around me, ignoring the side of my face burning from his stare.

“Hey,” he said again, under his breath. My head snapped to him when something hit my shoulder – a peanut he had thrown.

“What?” I spat, crossing my arms around myself tightly.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, opening his arms. I rolled my eyes. He patted his lap.

“Fuck off,” I whispered, “I don’t want to talk.”

“I want to talk,” he shrugged, buttoning and unbuttoning his sleeve. I sighed, rubbing at my forehead. When I looked up, he was plopping himself on the couch beside me.

“You reek,” I frowned, and he turned to me, a sleepy smile on his face.

“You think?” he grinned, resting his chin on his palm.

“Jessica is gonna be pissed,” I noted, “She’s trying to keep the home pure during her pregnancy.”

“Pure,” he slurred, “Pure shit party.”

“Don’t,” I said, steeling my face. I tried not to think of him, younger and with fewer greys, waltzing over to me, tipsy and blushing. Shit party, he had said, interlacing his fingers with mine. I sighed.

“What?” he giggled, “That line worked the first time.”

“Well,” I groaned, “I was very young when that line worked.”

“God,” he sighed, “It wasn’t that long ago.” He cracked a peanut between his fingers, making a mess on his black dress pants.

“Right,” I picked at my nail polish. Anything to avoid his soupy brown eyes, and how soft his hair looked.

“Wanna go outside?” he smiled, poking at my knee with his knuckle. It felt like a knife.

“No, thank you.”

“C’mon,” he grumbled, dropping his voice low, “I saved you a joint.”

“Matty,” I scolded, then flushed pink. He grinned. “I don’t smoke.”

He coughed through a fit of laughter, “Just a cig, then?”

“Alright!” Jessica interrupted, “Everyone with something for the gift exchange, head into the living room!”

I blinked.

“You don’t have a gift,” Matty smiled.

“Maybe I need a bit of fresh air,” I grumbled, and got up, Matty following me like a puppy. The backyard was dark, deep, and crowded with evergreens. The air was sticky with fog, kissing my cheeks.

“You cold?” He asked, pushing the snow off a bench in a secluded area of the backyard.

“No,” I said, sitting on the bench. He sat beside me, warm shoulder against mine.

“You look cold,” he insisted, taking off his coat and putting it over my shoulders. My throat tightened as his scent covered me, and I banished the thought of sleeping with his tobacco and mint on my skin.

“I’ll probably head home soon,” I managed, the cold air and wine making my head turn.

He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, careful not to touch me, “Sure.”

“I have,” I shrugged, gesturing vaguely, “work.”

“On a Saturday?”

I sniffled as he lit the joint between his lips. He smiled from the corner of his mouth.

“Did you roll that?” I asked, frowning.

“Yeah,” he nodded, voice deep from his throat full of smoke.

I bit my cheek, “I can fucking tell.”

“Oh, Christ,” he groaned, throwing his head back, “Are you still on this?”

“It’s just,” I smirked, looking up at him, “I can do it so much better.”

He took another drag, “Yes, love.”

“Are you agreeing so we don’t fight,” I reached for the joint, which he put between my lips instead, “Or because I’m right?” He watched me intently as I inhaled, blowing smoke behind his back. I coughed when I breathed in again, making him laugh.

“You alright?” He covered his mouth with his hand, watching me splutter and gasp.

“This is why,” I wheezed, “I quit fucking smoking.”

He moved to rub my back, patting it gently as I calmed down. The joint went out in the corner of his mouth, his attention surrounding me as his hand stilled on my back.

“Better?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Mhm,” he smiled, “You still mad at me?”

“Of course I’m still mad at you,” I shifted, his closeness making my heart beat out of rhythm.

“I hate it,” he murmured, “when you’re mad at me.”

“Then do something,” I whispered. “Do something to fix it, for once.”

“Like what?” He prodded.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, “Make it up to me. Show up.”

He hummed, “You mean I shouldn’t get on a plane and wait for you to forgive me?”

“No,” I rolled my eyes.

“I shouldn’t get drunk,” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “And call you, and beg you to take me back?”

“No.”

“Should I,” he smirked, “Storm out when you imply I can’t verbalize my feelings?”

“No,” I grumbled, “Obviously not.”

“Just checking,” he brushed his thumb over my cheek, “Hoping to get it right this time.”

“Oh, this time?” I raised my eyebrows.

He nodded slowly.

“You must be drunk,” I shook my head, “And high. And delusional.”

“I’m always drunk, high, and delusional,” he grinned, kissing my cheek.

“I know,” I whispered, “So I’m going home.”

“Oh, please,” he pouted, “We were just getting somewhere.”

“Goodnight, Matty,” I stood, taking off his coat and tossing it onto his lap. I felt giddy walking home, my cheekbone warm where he had touched me. The sheets smelled like mint as I drifted to sleep.

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essenceofelegance · 3 months

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Omg please please please do a part 2 for ratatouille with a happy ending. Please let it just be a misunderstanding 😭

Ratatouille (Pt. 2)

(Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 1

m.list

❥= fluff

ʚɞ = angst

Warnings: not proof read

Before she met Az, she lived in her own little apartment right outside the city. She had thought about selling it prior to moving in with Az, but right now, she was really glad she didn’t.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, nostalgia hit her hard. Here, nearly a century ago, she had accepted the sacred bond. Here is where she had offered Azriel a meal.

This was how she had spent the past two months.

She would try her best to avoid the Inner Circle around Velaris, without fail. She had even considered going to a distant family in Day.

She would even pat herself on the shoulder for doing such a good job at avoiding the Circle.

But she could not avoid her longing for her mate, the ache in her chest.

⋆ ★

"Y/N, please just open the Gods-damned door!" She buried her head into her pillow. The sound of her best friend's banging had awoken her from her slumber. With no choice, she walked up to the door. Still in a sleepy haze, she slowly unlocked the door. "Mor, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night." Her best friend had already let herself in. "Gods, Y/N, your house is a mess," she said, picking at the pile of clothes on the wooden floor. "Y/N, you have to go see Az. He hasn't been himself, we're all worried about him. And I was right to worry about you. Look at you." The girl knew her best friend was right. She was a mess; she had tried to deny it, but she was not doing well away from her mate.

She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She closed her eyes as if considering something. After a moment, she said, "Let's go."

⋆ ★

She sensed him before she could see him.

Azriel had concealed himself in his shadows, his shadows frantic after sensing their owner's mated lover.

The friends peered through Azriel's door.

"He's been like this since you left. It seems impossible, but he's getting worse," the girl hummed.

"And what of Elaine?" she turned to her best friend. "Rhys is keeping her in the town house. We've all agreed that it would be best to keep them apart."

The girl chuckled. "So it took all of you to keep them away from each other, huh?" Mor shook her head. "N/N, you know I didn't mean it like that. Just go talk to him, please. If not for you, then for the Circle." With that, her best friend stalked away, giving the girl a final pat on her shoulder.

⋆ ★

The moment she stepped into her mate's room, his shadows rushed over to her, covering the small of her back, pushing her towards her mate. "Az, it's me," she attempted, "I'm here now," slowly walking over to her mate, careful not to startle him. Slowly but steadily, she put her hands onto her mate's shoulders, rubbing small circles with her thumbs.

The male looked up at her with tired eyes. "Oh, Az..." the girl cradled Azriel's head into her chest, enveloping his body with hers, gently holding his head. "Love..." Azriel buried his head further into her chest. "I did not sleep with Elaine, I did not touch her." The girl did not know what to think. "I spent time with her because she was in a bad place. I know Nesta or Feyre could have taken her, but I had just..." she stared into those oh-so-beautiful hazel eyes. "I was so entranced by the idea of three brothers, three sisters. I did not mean to neglect you like that. Y/N, I cannot live without you." She observed his face, sincerity and love in those hazel eyes she loves. "I will change for you, I will do anything if it means I will earn your forgiveness." How could she ever say no to that face?

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Could I request a Cersei x f reader where the reader is Cersei’s secret lover but Jaime (Love him but needed a villain) found out and made up lies about reader so Cersei herself throws the reader to jail. When she’s finally freed after the allegations were proved wrong, reader is now cold hearted, avoiding Cersei who tries to talk to her. Go heavy on the angst. You can decide if it’s happy ending (at least as happy of an ending as you can get with Cersei) or not. Thank you! You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to

(Gif not mine but can I just say that I hate myself for loving how beautiful she is?)

Title: Lioness Roar

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Cersei Lannister x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,719

Summary: Cersei’s brothers could do whatever they wanted with little to no consequences all because of their gender. Now as the Queen, Cersei believes she can do more.

Warnings: vulgar language, daddy issues (guess who), homophobia, angst, mentioned wlw smut, and I will admit it does kind of read like yandere.

Author’s Note: God I love writing about Lannisters. They’re so complex (and I know I’ve said that before so sorry if you’re sick of hearing it but I’m not sorry for saying it) and I think this might be the first time I’m writing a Cersei x reader so this was exciting!

(I do not consent my works to be reposted/copied)

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Cersei always believed that if she were born with a cock, her world would be a lot different, but for the best.

As a child, she drew pictures of herself on the back of the dragon, and as she got older, her father kept promising to marry her to the prince, so then she began drawing Rhaegar Targaryen in those same pictures.

Before she grew into her female qualities, she was able to dress as her twin brother and attend sword fighting lessons without anyone able to tell the difference.

While Jaime had no interest in listening to his father about the importance of their history, their finances, and the running of the keep, Cersei listened intently. She knew that if she were Tywin’s firstborn son and heir, he’d be proud of all of her accomplishments, and this was just one of many ways she tried to gain his approval.

She did all these things to prove that she can do anything her brothers did possibly even do more than Tyrion but Lord Tywin always stamped down her ambitions other than the one that involved her getting married to the prince. No matter how hard she tried, Cersei could never get her father to actually see her aside from what she already was.

One look and Lord Tywin would’ve seen his daughter holding a sword better than Jaime ever could and reciting old text better than Tyrion could ever pronounce. If Tywin could only see past her gender, Cersei would truly be his golden child.

Alas, she was nothing but a bargaining chip; a pawn he liked to move around the board. When her marriage proposal to Rhaegar fell through and all the Targaryens were killed off, Cersei was married to Robert Baratheon and she became his Queen Consort. She gave him three children, despite the two of them being unhappy from the start. Even if her children didn’t look like the King, she didn’t care. She did her duty to the realm, to her husband, and to her father, securing the legacy Tywin always wanted for his family. Cersei did her part and now she felt inclined to her own right of freedom to do whatever she wanted.

That freedom came in the form of Lady Y/n.

As a wedding gift, Lord Tywin sent Cersei the daughter of one of his bannermen to act as her handmaid and confidant. Y/n was possibly the only truly kind gesture Cersei’s father ever made toward her, but the new Queen was bitter from the beginning. She did not confide in other women. Cersei felt as though she was above gossiping and hand-sewing, even when she was a little girl. With her father’s praise and boasting of her being the most beautiful woman in all the Seven Kingdoms, Cersei even believed she was above all the ladies of the country, including Y/n.

Y/n was a quiet young woman. Dutiful towards her Queen and tending to her every need without question, the handmaid was smart to never speak openly to Cersei. She kept her thoughts tight-knit in her mind and only replied to the Queen if Cersei spoke directly at her. Even where Y/n was from, she heard certain rumors about Cersei and how the Lady Lannister’s best friend, Melara Hetherspoon, mysteriously fell into a well and only Cersei lived to tell the tale. Y/n’s mother was secretly concerned when Tywin Lannister sent her daughter away to tend to Cersei, knowing that the Lioness of Casterly Rock was always troubled and strangely devoid of any emotion other than anger.

Even Y/n believed this, and in fear, she never spoke a word to Cersei unless spoken to so as not to draw attention to herself. Tending to Cersei was like awaiting with anticipation for a barrel of wildfire to ignite. All it took was one tiny flame.

However, once Cersei’s children were born, it appeared as though that flame was tameable. Y/n often tended to her Queen’s children more so than the wet nurses. Many wondered if the wet nurses were just lazy, but one maid, in particular, had the bravery to whisper about the Queen being behind this, how Cersei ordered the wet nurses to do their duty to feed her children except Myrcella but to leave all other care to Lady Y/n and herself.

If this rumor was to be taken seriously, no one knew why Cersei would do such a thing unless she full-heartedly trusted her handmaid. But this was Cersei Lannister of all people, and no one, not even King Robert, was allowed to be near the princess and princes without Cersei’s presence.

And yet, Y/n could be found with all three children, alone, holding them to her chest when they cried or laughing as she chased them around in the gardens. If they weren’t with Cersei or their teachers, the royal children were likely to be found with Lady Y/n, who they lovingly nicknamed their aunt once they began to speak. Perhaps the children truly thought Y/n was part of their family and if so, Cersei had allowed it to appear that way.

The truth is Cersei grew to care for one other person besides her children and Jaime, but kept that close to her heart and locked it away, not even Y/n could reach it. At first, Cersei was disgusted with her thoughts and her feelings. There was a time in her inner turmoil when she would lash out at her handmaid even though Y/n did nothing wrong. Despite all this, Cersei blamed her for everything and was even tempted to send her away. But young Myrcella, barely able to write her own name, cried one night when Y/n was not there to tuck her into bed and told her mother how much she loved Y/n. Feeling defeated, Cersei never exiled Y/n and refused to look at the other woman for many months.

Cersei’s demons came to a head when she heard Jaime tell yet another story about Tyrion finding another whore to bed with... but instead of her usual disgust, another thought struck her. There was a time when Cersei could act like a boy all she wanted without anyone batting an eye. She could do whatever she wanted and even though she was now Queen, Cersei had yet to take full advantage of that. As long she remained married to the King and gave him children, her father could not tell her what to do and her husband cared very little about what she did as long as Cersei kept him out of it. Hearing Jaime’s story of Tyrion’s new woman, Cersei thought if her dear little brother could take any common whore to bed without scandal, why couldn’t she?

Lady Y/n was already her handmaid. It was already the perfect disguise. If Tyrion could do it and hide his lover as a servant girl, so could Cersei. If Robert could openly bring whatever woman he wanted into his bed, so could his wife.

Of course, Cersei could order Y/n to kiss her and bed her if she liked, but she was a clever woman and felt the excitement of playing the long game of convincing Y/n to love her. So as not to scare her, Cersei started off slowly, starting by subtly nodding her thanks to Y/n when she helped her dress and undress because yes, Cersei has never once thanked anyone before. When Y/n didn’t appear put off by this, Cersei slowly began to openly thank her, then slowly progressed to subtly touching her arm or moving Y/n’s hair off her shoulder.

This slow progression is successful in many ways. Y/n doesn’t notice how much Cersei changed because Cersei had slowly done so without any red flags rising. Before Y/n could remember the story of Melara Hetherspoon, Cersei had her wrapped around her finger, practically brainwashing her handmaid into believing that she had always been a kind and loving queen towards her loyal subjects. Cersei’s patience paid off when Y/n began to openly talk to her about her hopes and dreams, even her opinions, without ever flinching of fear or repeal.

And, in a way, her patience also brought Cersei to love Y/n even more than just for lust. Listening to Y/n talk made Cersei wonder why she had suppressed the young woman from doing so in all the years she’s known her. Everything sounded exciting when Y/n spoke, her voice forcing Cersei to listen to every syllable.

That is... until eligible suitors came searching for Y/n’s hand in marriage. When Y/n talked about her suitors, Cersei would immediately order her to speak of something else. She couldn’t bear to hear about the men trying to take her new interest away from her. She wouldn’t allow her brothers to steal a toy from her as children, why would this be any different?

It was the talk of the decade. Throughout King’s Landing, people whispered about how Lady Y/n must be cursed. Ever since her father announced opening a proposal for her, many of Y/n’s suitors have mysteriously disappeared or been found dead in their beds, sometimes even before they could meet her. Over time, several men have gone to King’s Landing in hopes of winning Y/n’s hand. None have returned to their homes and some houses were on the brink of extinction because of this curse.

It didn’t take long before men stopped asking for Y/n’s hand in marriage, and Cersei had never been happier to have her handmaid remain at her side.

By the time Jon Arryn mysteriously died, Y/n was more than just a confidant or friend. She became Cersei’s secret lover, and Cersei didn’t feel any shame or disgust the first time she kissed her. While making plans for the royal family to travel to Winterfell, Y/n shyly and breathlessly confessed her love for Cersei. Before she could escape the Queen’s chambers in her shame, Cersei roughly held Y/n’s face in her hands as she fervently kissed her. The victory going on in Cersei’s mind was all too sweet, hastily taking Y/n to her bed then and there, finally claiming her as no one but the Queen’s.

Cersei had begun to feel like a god with what she had taken as her own. With Y/n secretly under one arm and Jaime under the other, she began to believe and reminisce about the young girl she once was, a Lady Lannister who took no prisoners and always got whatever she wanted. As Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Cersei felt as though she held the world in her hands and was believed to be untouchable.

This god complex would continue to fester and grow as several events play out. While in Winterfell, Young Bran Stark mysteriously fell out of a window. When the royal family left the North, they brought Ned Stark and his two daughters with him as the new Hand of the King. When Cersei arrived back in King’s Landing, Y/n was waiting for her in her chambers with open arms and a hot bath. Cersei had never felt such power secured tightly in her fist before.

That is until it slipped ever so slightly out of her grasp and Cersei lashed out and nearly lost her mind. Under Lord Stark’s orders, his wife Catelyn took Tyrion as her prisoner and this prompted Jaime to attack the Hand of the King before escaping King’s Landing. Cersei could feel her power and influence slipping when, even as Ned Stark admitted to her accusations, Robert still refused to punish his old friend.

Madness slipped through, for a split second, as Cersei snapped, “I took you for a king!”

“Hold your tongue.”

“He’s attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other. I should wear the armor, and you the gown.”

King Robert spun around and hit her before Cersei could say more. She proudly claimed she would wear this mark on her face like a badge of honor before swiftly leaving the room. She retreated to her chambers to lick her wounds and fester in her rage. When Y/n was summoned, she was horrified by the angry bruise on Cersei’s face and tended to it immediately. Unaware of what had happened, Y/n barely even blinked when Cersei ordered her to stay with her the whole night.

War began to brew after that and Cersei received word of Tywin and Jaime raising an army to bring back Tyrion. Sensing it was time to make her move, she had her cousin Lancel bring an armload of wine for Robert when he fled to the Kingswood to hunt. Of course, everyone knows that wine and hunting don’t mix, and when Robert returned to Cersei, his guts were spilling out of him. It wasn’t long before Joffrey was sitting on the Iron Throne after that, his mother sitting beside him.

Cersei had Ned Stark arrested and his daughters confined to the Red Keep. With her son as king, she now had all the power with no one to tell her otherwise. She still felt her self-control slip, however, when she heard of Jaime’s capture and then Tyrion returned to King’s Landing as Tywin’s Acting Hand of the King. When she heard the news of her twin brother, Cersei retreated back to her chambers and once again, kept Y/n in her bed all night long. Y/n was none the wiser, believing Cersei was only grieving her brother’s capture by taking her anger out on her lover. This anger got even worse when Myrcella was sent away to Dorne.

When Jaime returned, Cersei was still an angry woman and nothing was ever the same again. Cersei retreated from Jaime’s embrace whenever he reached out to her. At first, he thought it was because of his missing hand, but then Cersei gifted him a golden prosthetic as a replacement. When she didn’t appear disgusted by him, Jaime kept a watchful eye on his sister.

He suspected Cersei had another lover but failed to find any man entering his sister’s chambers, no matter the time of day. He did, however, always noticed Y/n freely walking around wherever she wanted. Even when Cersei was not around, Lady Y/n would enter her room and the guards standing outside wouldn’t even question her. Sometimes, Jaime even witnessed Y/n ordering the guards around as if she were speaking on the Queen’s behalf, and they listened to her. Jaime’s affronted thoughts came to a halt when one day, he noticed Y/n out in the gardens with Tommen, the young prince indulging the lady with a book he read out loud. Cersei was nowhere in sight.

Jaime was not the smartest Lannister, but he knew Cersei better than anyone, and he knew that his sister would not trust their her children with anyone unless she had complete faith in them.

He confronted his sister that night when he knew that Y/n was sent away after helping Cersei undress. With the Queen now alone, Jaime snuck in and didn’t hesitate to speak his mind, “You love her.”

Cersei froze, her back turned to him, refusing to say a word or even look back to face him. Jaime scoffs because that was enough of a confirmation for him. Cersei was never one to hold back her tongue; this would have been no exception if it wasn’t true. The emotions that began to build within Jaime were rage and disgust. He pushed a boy out of a window for Cersei. He kept their affair a secret for Cersei. He killed his cousin for Cersei. He even lost his hand when trying to get back to Cersei. How is it that he went through all that trouble the gods have cursed him with for Cersei, and she had already moved on and fallen in love with another? How could he live with this knowing that Cersei had pushed him aside for none other than a woman?

“As hateful as you are... you love her,” he seethed between his teeth, “All those years you made me believe you kept her around to keep all eyes away from us... when really you just wanted us both. You have always been a selfish woman.”

A wry smile curls over his lips, the brewing anger slowly turning malicious, “But I wonder how selfish? Or are you just too blind by love to see it?”

Cersei turned to face him, her expression sour and voice dripping with venom, “See what?”

“That she has fooled you,” Jaime lets the words spill out of his mouth like water, fluid and graceful, even he believed the deceit he spoke, “Lady Y/n’s father may be our father’s bannermen, but she is no ally to us. I intercepted a raven before my escape, one that was addressed to Robb Stark. It was sealed with your sigil but not your handwriting, so I knew it wasn’t yours. However, seldom few have access to your seal and your desk, so one could only wonder who had the means of contacting the King of the North bearing your mark?”

Cersei stood still, eyes locked onto Jaime’s as her expression slowly twists and turns corrupt with barely restrained rage and madness in between the flicker of the candle flame. For a moment, a brief moment... Jaime thought that rage was directed at him.

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Y/n was roughly woken by a few of the Queen’s personal guards, binding her and muffling her screams with a rag. Tediously, they bring her all the way down into the dungeon before throwing her into the deepest, darkest cell. With her bonds and gag loose, Y/n finally has a moment to yell and plead, her hands gripping onto the iron bars for dear life as she begged for someone to help her.

Her pleas stop, however, when from the shadow emerges Cersei, regal as always, dressed in her usual red and gold fabrics without the help of her usual handmaid, now trapped behind bars. The moment Y/n caught the light on Cersei’s face, she knew who to place blame for her arrest.

“Why are you doing this?! I deserve an explanation!”

“You’re a traitor,” Cersei hissed even with a sly smile on her beautiful face, “You betrayed my son, your king. And worse of all, you betrayed me. Did you truly think I wouldn’t find out about your secret little messages to the King in the North? Were you praying that Jaime would never return so that he wouldn’t be able to inform me of your treachery?”

Y/n was initially shocked by these accusations before turning to defend her honor, “Surely he’s mistaken! Your brother has been away from home for far too long. His mind might be sick from being Robb Stark’s prisoner all this time. Why would you believe Ser Jaime over me?”

The question dies in her throat, her face crumbling into fearful realization as Cersei continued to stand still, as quiet as a cat while smiling down at her mouse. Y/n’s voices drop down into a whisper as she tries to hold back her own emotions, “... Unless it’s true. The rumors have all been true. You and your brother...”

Y/n’s fear slowly reverts to anger as her thoughts spill openly from her lips, “I refused to believe the whispers. I was loyal to you from the very beginning. I stuck by your side through everything and yet-- How could you?” She finally snapped, voice rising once again as her grip tightens around her bars, “I sacrificed everything for you! I gave you all I had and it still wasn’t enough, wasn’t it? I loved you... with all my heart, but not even love can cure you from this madness.”

Cersei’s eyes bore into Y/n’s own, the two women standing in the silence of the dark, cold dungeon. The Queen doesn’t acknowledge her actions for not even she knew why she quickly decided to imprison her former lover. She herself felt disgusted. Cersei had been able to round up each of King Robert’s bastard children and slaughter them for the sake of Joffrey’s legitimacy, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to have Y/n executed even though the woman was accused of betraying Joffrey. Cersei once believed she would do anything for the sake of her children, and now she felt disgusted knowing that she couldn’t even kill a woman to uphold that silent promise.

Cersei held her chin high, her voice was as cold as the day she first met Lady Y/n, “I love my brother. I will only ever love my brother. How could I ever love someone as lowly as a servant girl?”

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It didn’t take long before Tywin noticed his daughter had a new handmaid and not one who was trusted enough to tend to Tommen when Cersei wasn’t around. Without questioning the Queen, Lord Tywin conducted an investigation and quickly discovered Y/n in the dungeons. After briefly talking to her and investigating Jaime’s accusations, Tywin was able to concur that Y/n was innocent of such treasonous actions and set her free. When Cersei heard of this, she was enraged and immediately went to her father with demands of executing her former confidant. When Tywin brought his evidence to her attention, Cersei refused to believe it, turning a blind eye and cursing her father’s name. Even in disbelief, Cersei couldn’t help but internally feel the ache and anger in her heart. Deep down, she knew Y/n had done nothing wrong, yet she listened to Jaime anyway. The last nail was wedged into her coffin when Tommen asked Cersei where his Aunt Y/n had gone. Only then could she truly admit she made a mistake.

But it was too late. With Y/n no longer being Cersei’s handmaid, the lady avoided the Queen like the plague. Y/n was no longer the woman everyone once knew to be kind and compassionate. She was cold and calculating to everyone, including Cersei, if the two women ever had a brief encounter in Joffrey’s court.

Y/n couldn’t even find it within herself to feel sympathy towards Cersei when Joffrey was murdered at his own wedding. Long after Tommen was crowned King, Y/n continued to avoid Cersei and never once shed a tear for the boy she once loved as her own. As long as one bore the face of Cersei or sported any sort of Lannister trait, Y/n avoided them at all costs and even felt disgusted if she had to share a room with them. A moment of opportunity arrived for her to be rid of this Hell when the High Sparrow became a big influence on King Tommen and his people. Cersei had the High Sparrow annointed as High Septon with the belief that he would work under her rule, and Y/n watched this unfold from a distance until finally, she made her own calculated move.

In time, Loras Tyrell, Queen Margaery, and even Cersei had been thrown into various cells of the Great Sept when none of them confessed to the sins they were accused of. Cersei had felt the cold breath of karma ghost down her neck the moment her cousin Lancel entered the room to stand beside the High Sparrow. Weeks dragged on and Cersei was miserable in her cell, hair matted and body covered in filth, tongue dry from her thirst. The cell door opened one miserable morning and Cersei curled in on herself instinctively, ready to refuse the water when offered in exchange for a confession... but the septa never said a word. Slowly, Cersei looked up from her arms and found Lady Y/n standing there instead of a septa, dressed in travelling clothes and holding a small pouch of water in hand, devoid of emotion as she looked down on the former Queen she served.

Cersei didn’t look pleased or impressed, turning her away to lean against the cold wall of her cell, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? The one thing you have always strived for; craved for... You have always wanted to see me suffer.”

“I don’t know if there is anything I can say or do to convince you otherwise,” Y/n scoffed while setting down the pouch of water, “I gave my life to you, yet you still believe I betrayed you somehow in some shape or form. Even when I was proven innocent, you despised me. Why?”

Cersei blinked slowly while staring off into space, trying to swallow her spit to relieve her thirst, “You were just some lowly reminder of a time when I was unfaithful.”

“To who? King Robert? Everyone knows you despised him. That is no secret. Everyone knows that you would have done anything to hurt him. But to hurt Jaime... I think most can suspect that at this point, you would have done anything to keep him at your side. You can’t fool anyone, Your Grace. Not anymore.”

“I have fooled no one.”

“No one but me. You had me fooled the moment you kissed me,” Y/n’s voice broke, ever so slightly, cracking her mask, “You had me believe what we had was love. And yet you threw it all away the moment you decided to believe whatever you wanted to hear.”

“I didn’t want you to betray me.”

“And I never did. But you didn’t exactly care, did you? Instead of just asking me, you threw me in a cell and left me to rot. Because it was Ser Jaime’s word against mine.”

“Why are you really here?” Cersei rasped, watching her finger as she absently traced shapes into her cell wall.

Y/n composed herself, hardening her heart again and quickly blinking away the tears before they could be shed. She straightens up her vest as she confidentally spoke, “I came to say goodbye and to pray we never see each other again. What happens to you is no longer my concern. King Tommen has granted me leave from your service and is sending me home today. My only wish... my only wish is that we part with our truths laid out to one another... the way it always should have been.”

Cersei finally turns to look up at the woman standing over her, feigned smile spreading over her filthy face, “What truths, pray tell?”

“The truth is you were right, Queen Regent. I did betray you,” Y/n carefully watched as Cersei’s face twisted with several emotions before continuing, “I betrayed you to the High Sparrow. I confessed my sins to him and thus revealed yours. I told him everything, from our affair to yours and Ser Jaime’s. It wasn’t your cousin who turned you in. It was me.”

For years, Y/n has watched Cersei play the game with eager eyes and thin smiles and it wasn’t until recently did Y/n want to see the smug smile wiped from her former Queen’s pretty face. In her dreams, Y/n could imagine this and feel satisfaction bloom in her stomach, fulfilling her without food or water and lasting her till she is old in age. Now, finally succeeding in making Cersei lose at her own game, Y/n doesn’t feel that satisfaction she desired. All she could feel was guilt and shame.

Cersei’s face crumbled until it was laid bare for Y/n to read her as a childrens’ book, the Lady Lannister’s voice becoming accusatory, “So I was right. All you’ve ever wanted was to see my downfall.”

Y/n felt as though she had been slapped in the face, hating herself even as the words fell out, “No... never. Not when I loved you.”

Cersei looked back up when she heard Y/n kneeling down to her height, meeting her shining eyes as her former handmaid whispered as though she spoke a secret, “You might not see it as I do, but if I were to recall... you were the one who betrayed me first. I only returned the favor. Farewell... my lioness. I will pray for the next whore you decide to take to bed.”

The way Cersei’s face fell only made Y/n feel worse as she stood, turning to leave. The former handmaid wanted this woman to beg for her life as she once did in her own cold cell. She wanted Cersei to squeal and cry and feel her heart break as she once did, betrayed by the woman she loved. In a last ditched effort, Y/n kicked her pouch of water close to the cell door, far from Cersei if she even tried to reach it.

“No-- wait, Y/n, please-!”

Y/n hastily made her exit, slamming the cell door behind her to shut out Cersei’s pleas. As she walked down the hall, Y/n could feel a tear slip past her detection... as well as a smile of freedom.

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Day 21

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Satyr Vash X F!Reader

CW: Nudity, Blood, bleeding, awkward conversations, shower sex, hand job, oral sex, blow job, penis in vagina sex, riding, cock warming, cream pie, lots of cream pies, consensual somnophilia, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy

Word count: 7965

A/N: Day 21, Since I seem to like causing myself pain. Have another giant monster Vash fic. This time with a Satyr! This fic came to be because of a find of mine and you can find their art here!

You honestly hadn’t expected it, after moving back to the old country and taking over your grandmother’s estate. The grapevines overrun with other leafage and foliage wondering what she had done in the past few years for money. At least you had enough funds sitting in your bank account from your corporate job to cover a few years of working to get some kind of money to keep yourself afloat.

So one day, in an old pair of coveralls and beat-up sun hat seeing what you thought was a pair of goat legs in among the grapevines you’d smacked its hindquarters, expecting the goat to run away. You sure as hell hadn’t expected it to yelp and stand up revealing a human torso. A heavily scarred human torso.

A heavily scarred attractive human torso with pretty teal eyes and blond hair, who was looking at you like a scared animal. As your gaze went downwards you felt the blood rushing up your cheeks, quickly turning around. “Oh, my god.”

“Ugh, hi there. I have to admit I’m not used to seeing anyone in these fields, sorry about that.”

Whipping around so quickly you’re certain some of your bones creaked “You can talk!” Surprised by your reaction and slightly taken aback, rubbing his one hand along the back of his head.

“Well yea.” Tilting his head as if he’s confused even more at your words. “How else would I communicate?”

That had been the start of you getting to know the Satyr, sitting down with him that afternoon and talking, learning more about him and him about you. His name was Vash, and he’d been hiding on the property for almost a decade, having picked it because your grandmother hadn’t been that active. Turns out he’d been helping her without her ever knowing, something you thanked him for.

As the two of you spoke, you kept looking at his scars and his missing arm, trying to not be too obvious but he had to have seen your wandering eyes. His voice grew somber as he stated not all humans were kind. That had burned your heart, offering him a hand and telling him you’d like to be kind to him. He’d taken it and smiled.

When you saw where he’d been sleeping, you’d sighed, offering him a room inside the large house if he wanted it. Hoping it wouldn’t come across as rude with you essentially saying his home was a dump. He’d taken you up on your offer, choosing a small room on the main floor saying he’d want to come and go as he pleased and didn’t want to bother you.

It hadn’t taken long for a friendship to form between the two of you, him helping explain more about the local flora while you worked. He always helped you in other ways since he was taller than you and knew far more about the land that belonged to you at least on paper. At this rate, you’d have grapes for next year to try and turn into wine, and Vash said he knew a little about that too. He was a gold mine of information you were beyond happy to have met and call your friend.

Weeks passed, and before you knew it an entire season had come and gone, changing from spring to summer. A time you found yourself working in the mornings and evenings and hiding from the midday heat. You’d also taken it upon yourself to try and get Vash to start wearing pants. A concept that confused the hell out of him.

“Why do I need these? They look stupid.” Holding the end of the loose pants you had made for him that would hide his hooves and well.

Permanent erection.

Something you tried to avoid looking at.

“Vash. It’s because you’re very distracting.” Frowning at you and the light blush you’re certain is visible on your face because of the burning you feel.

“These won’t make me less distracting.” Slapping your hands to your face and dragging them downwards.

“Vash. I swear, they very much make you less distracting. At least for me.” Muttering the last part under your breath.

“Look this is just terrible!” Letting go of the fabric and watching it drop to the floor as he walked away, blond tail swishing behind him clearly annoyed. How the hell were you supposed to explain it was distracting seeing a part of your friend on display that you wanted to do terrible things to.

The next morning Vash reappeared, the telltale twitch of his tail telling you he was still a little upset with you. Running a hand through your hair before setting the worn sun hat back on your head and approaching him. “Vash.”

“Oh. Am I not too distracting this morning?” His one hand tucking on some of the invasive vines from some of the fruit trees that had been being choked by the flora growing around them. Clearly frustrated.

“Vash. Can I try and explain a little better?” Watching him raise an eyebrow before turning towards you. Feeling the blush starting to grow across your cheeks.

“I. Find… a part of you very distracting” trying to keep your voice soft and hoping he won’t press too much. Instead, he’s just tilting his head at an angle, like he still doesn’t understand. “I” making a vague motion towards his abdomen and the thick appendage hanging there “find that distracting.” Well aware of the heat radiating from your cheeks, certain you’re flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh. OH.” Looking down before looking back to you, concern growing on his face as he stepped closer dropping the flora from his hand to touch your cheek. “You feel warmer than normal. Are you alright? Is it too warm for you?”

You almost laugh at his concern “I'm ok. It’s more the feeling awkward about my explanation.” A small chuckle passes your lips, watching the concern fade away but his hand stays on your cheek.

“Is that why humans wear clothes?” It’s asked so innocently you just smile at him.

“Yea. It’s part of the reason. Sorry humans are strange like that.” A brief nod before he removes his hand, reaching down to grab the removed flora to bring it to the growing pile he keeps telling you will make good compost for the grapevines one day. Watching him go you smile, the blush remaining on your face well into the afternoon.

When he reappears that evening you notice he’s wearing them, grumbling a little about how strange they look and feel. You don’t fully know why, but you close the distance wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing your face into his scarred back. “Thank you, I know this is more for my comfort than yours.”

Unaware when you leave him and head back to your own self-appointed evening chores that his face is a bright pink, Vash is well aware of the reason for his blush and well aware such feelings would never be returned.

More time passed and you made Vash a few pairs of shorts since he understood the reason for them better and not wanting him to feel like you were ashamed of him. You had to admit to yourself, he was a very attractive fellow, and damn did he have one sweetheart of a personality to match. Sighing as you thought about it, it is not like he’d ever have feelings for a human, you were just a friend.

Hearing a familiar yelp you dropped what you were doing, running across your property towards Vash jumping and darting around obstacles. Seeing Vash on the ground and hissing, his hand bleeding as he tried to remove something from around his leg. Dropping beside him and moving his hand you find yourself hissing as well.

A coil of rusted barbed wire wrapped about his leg slicing into the back of his calf, the white fur stained pink. “Hang on Vash. Let me go get the wire cutters.” Darting off again, and making a small detour into the house to grab the first aid kit. Back at his side you quickly cut the wire, hands gentle as you remove it from his skin, looking around to see if there aren’t any other pieces sticking out of the ground. A sigh of relief that this seems to be the only one on the surface.

Opening the first aid kit and grabbing a sterile bandage you pour a bit of alcohol onto it before looking into his eyes. “This is gonna sting. Probably a lot.” Nodding for you to continue, you dab away from the cut trying to keep the dirt out away from it, hearing him hiss you stop. Reaching for his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, watching as he bit his lip.

“It did sting. A lot.” You laugh at his comment, watching his face flinch ever so slightly as you keep working trying to keep your touch gentle.

“It doesn’t need stitches or anything, but I’d like to try and wrap it” another nod, and you press a new sterile bandage to the cut and start to bind it in place. “You’ll tell me if it’s too tight right?” A brief nod and you keep working, happy with how tight it is, and securing it in place. “Can I look at your hand?” Taking the hand and cleaning it the same way, his fingers needing a few bandages, most of the cuts shallow from him trying to free himself.

Once done you pat his thigh, smiling at him and blushing all of a sudden at the way he’s staring at you gazing ardently at your face. “Thank you.” All you can do is stammer out an acknowledgment as you stand up. As Vash pushes himself he almost lands on the ground again, but not before you’re wrapping your arms around him. “I… Think I might need help getting back to the house.” Adjusting so you’re under his shortened arm, supporting his injured leg and the two of you hobble back to the house.

As you both get inside and help him into his room and onto the mound of pillows he uses as a bed you smile kneeling down next to him. “Anything I can get you while you rest up in here?”

“Not right now.” Smiling back at you while he leans back “You’re a good caretaker you know.” For whatever reason that has you blushing as you head back out, heading back to where Vash had been and going through the soil pulling up several feet of wire and dropping it into the metal scrap pile beside the house and ensuring nothing is sticking out.

Later when you check in on him you have to smile, softly snoring and his foot twitching once in a while. Moving closer and running your hands along his leg near the injury, still fascinated by how soft his fur is. Another short snore and you smile, leaving him be and feeling the blush returning to your face.

The next day Vash is just moving slowly, and both of you work together to see if you can find more wire, not wanting to see Vash injured because of something like that again.

When a heat wave strikes out of the blue in the middle of summer, the pair of you stay inside the house trying to keep cool. Both of you laying on the floor heads next to one another while you talk and your feet pointing in different directions.

“Alright, best fruit?” You ask, looking up at the ceiling.

“Apples. Easy.”

“Really? That took like, no time to come up with that answer.” Turning your head enough to take in his profile.

“Apples are the best fruit.” His voice is clear he’ll accept no argument.

“I think grapes are the best fruit” you fire back. “They can be made into wine, and they can be frozen. A great snack for a hot day.”

A snort from him. “What a human answer.”

“Hey now! I’m human, what’d you expect?” Turning your body to slap his shoulder in mock anger.

“And I” Vash rolling over to face you “have never held that against you.” Surprised when he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. A light chaste kiss that you don’t get to respond to, and Vash reels back as quickly face going red. “I… I need to go for a walk.” Standing and moving quickly, hearing the door open and close before you’re even on your feet running to the door in your bare feet. No sign of him as you look out across the yard, running your hand through your hair and looking down at the ground.

It’s almost evening before he comes back, and you’re sitting at the small table in the kitchen when he walks in. “Hey” his head snapping up as you speak, face flushed before looking to the side. Sliding off the chair and walking to him “You kind of ran away before I could say anything.” Reaching up to cup his cheek and turning his head to look at you “You worried me a little Vash.”

“I didn’t want to stick around. I…” one of his hooves moving and sliding along the floor, a clear sign he’s nervous. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“If it was just the heat of the moment it's ok Vash.” Keeping your voice soft and starting to pull your hand away.

Or at least you tried to, his own hand coming up to keep yours in place against his skin. “What if it wasn’t?” He sounds like he’s ready to be thrown out of your life and it breaks your heart.

“Then that’s ok too.” This time you choose to take the risk, pushing yourself up onto your tip toes and pressing your lips to his keeping the kiss as chaste as he did, pulling away and landing flat on your feet. “It’s umm. Kind of nice knowing I’ve got someone as attractive as you kissing me.” Feeling your cheeks heat up at the admission.

A long pause and you’re afraid it might have pushed him a bit too far, feeling the smile drop from your face. Maybe it was you who shouldn’t have done that. Vash removes his hand from yours, and you pull your own back feeling so small.

Suddenly up in the air, your back pressed against the wall and Vash kissing you like his life depends on it. His one arm wrapped around you, hips being used to keep you up in the air and you find your hands moving to tangle in his hair. Elbows pressing into his shoulders as you part your lips to deepen the kiss, moaning against him and the taste of apples on your tongue.

Panting when you break apart and look into his eyes. “If you say you shouldn’t have done that I am going to be, so mad.”

“Then I won’t say it” laughing you kiss him again, and again. Until you feel lightheaded, the back of your head hitting the wall while you try to catch your breath.

That night you sleep with him in his pile of pillows, listening to his heartbeat and tracing some of his scars.

In the morning you’d woken up to him playing with your hair, and once he realized you were awake pulling you closer for another kiss. Well more of a round of kisses, that you found easy to enjoy since you could already feel the heat of the day building.

When the heat wave finally broke you kept sleeping with Vash downstairs, enjoying waking up and going to bed each night to his lips on yours.

One day you also laughed as you and Vash enjoyed a short lunch under an apple tree, Vash having an apple in his mouth and another in hand. Looking at you cutely as you asked him something, unable to answer and looking at the apple in his hand like he didn’t want to put it down.

Reaching up to take the one from his mouth while a few petals from the tree fell onto his hair, making him look somehow even cuter in your eyes. Question forgotten you lean closer for a kiss under the tree, watching his cheeks darken, pulling away again to take a bite of his apple before offering it back to him as a tease. Watching him grin as he opened his mouth to take it back and keep eating it.

Another nice result that came from your closer relationship, still not sure what to call it, was that any chance he had Vash liked to touch you. From running his hand along your arm or pressing his chest against your back and rubbing his face along yours. He liked it even better when you had less clothes on.

One day closer to the waning days of summer you were sat on the floor in a pair of shorts and your bra, running your hand along his calves and hooves. “So these are the bones of your foot?”

“My hooves are, like your toes.” Laying back while you play with the soft fur, pressing your fingers against the bones you feel.

“So. This” pressing around where what you would call his ankle is “is like the bones in my feet? Or is it an ankle?”

“Like the bones in your foot” Still looking at his foot and leg you start running your fingers through his fur. Humming as you start using both hands, watching the fur slip through your fingers.

“So soft” you whisper, tracing patterns in his fur where the gradient changes from the same blond in his hair to the pale white.

“Your hair is soft too” feeling your face flush, and he’s sporting a similar look as he sits up. A thought comes to you, and you blush a little more.

“Can I brush your fur, hair, and tail sometime?”

“Um. I should be clean before you do. I’m kinda dirty right now” his hand rubbing against the back of his head. Sending him what you hope is your best bedroom eyes you smile, shuffling closer to the main part of his body and kissing his throat.

“Can I help you get clean too then?” A blushing mess as he stammers out a yes, both of you heading to the bathroom he uses to get clean in. A coarse brush to clean what skin and fur he can reach. As you strip yourself a little nervous, you feel those nerves fade away as he touches your skin gently, exploring some of the skin he’s never felt before. Before either of you get too distracted you look into his teal eyes. “Can you show me how you use the brush?”

“Right. Yea.” Picking up the brush you watch the way he lathers it up with an old bar or soap before pressing it against his skin and then moving to his fur. The pink hue remained on his cheeks.

Getting the idea you take the brush from him and get to work, hearing him moan as you scrub along his back, taking extra care around his scars. Still working on his backside and reaching his tail you smile, the occasional twitch taking it from your hands as you lather the soft strands. “How does it get so tangled?” Laughing as you grab it once more, almost done.

“I go through the bushes and stuff gets stuck in it.” Laughing with you and letting out another happy hum.

“Maybe we should do this more often than to keep it from getting too tangled?”

“I… Can’t reach parts of it. So that would be nice.” Voice a little somber and you flinch, realizing your mistake.

“I’ll brush it every night if you want. You just need to ask.” Getting him to turn so you can face his front after you finish with his tail, placing a kiss on his scarred chest before starting to clean it.

Washing his arm is interesting, as he giggles and laughs so much, learning the underside of his arm is ticklish. Something you plan to use to your advantage if you ever need to, his shorter arm not taking as long. He’s watching your face intently as you finish with the stub, catching his gaze and keeping eye contact as you kiss the end of it.

Now as you face him, you find yourself swallowing. It makes sense to start at the top of his thighs and work your way down his legs so the suds would trail down his fur. Biting your lip as you look at his bobbing erection. Heading lifting as you feel his hand slide along your arm. “I can look after that area if you want.” His voice is whisper soft, and he’s smiling at you.

“Um. Can I… Can I try something?” Your own voice is just as soft, and when he nods you reach up to get him to bend forward a little to kiss him. Wrapping your hand around his cock as you deepen it, making him moan into your mouth. Pulling away so he doesn’t have to bend you keep moving your wrist, adding a twisting motion while he keeps moaning.

Tip to base and back up again, enjoying the way he twitches in your hand as you keep repeating the motion. Pressing your head to his chest at an angle so you can watch his cock as you keep working him. “Can I. Touch you?” his voice hoarse and starting to pant you smile, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Of course, you can.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth his hand is pressing against the skin of your ribs, touch gentle and explorative as he dips his fingers down to your abdomen before sliding up and pressing against your breast. Humming as he touches you, moaning as you like certain things, and still pumping him.

Looking back towards his cock, noticing the head has turned red, you smile, kissing his chest and twisting your wrist as you tighten your grip. Vash whines in your hold and you start to pump him faster, keeping your hand closer to his tip. His hand is no longer wandering, moving to your back so his arm is wrapped around you, whining his head falling forward against your own. Tightening your grip just a bit more, and after a few more pumps Vash groans in your ear, his cum spurting upwards with enough force to hit the underside of your breasts as his hips strutter. A few more slow pumps to get the last of his seed from his balls and you stop, releasing his member and giving your hand a flick before sliding it along his belly.

“Feel good?”

A soft moan is your answer, amazed his cock is still erect, and when he feels more stable you look up. Vash is quick to close the distance and kiss you again, when you break away you start cleaning his lower body, enjoying the feeling of his soft fur between your fingers. Once he’s washed you brush out his dried fur and find Vash far too curious about bringing you to a similar release before you go to bed.

A new routine added to your day, and you can’t complain, every night brushing his fur and learning more and more about each other's bodies with your hands.

As summer turns to fall, while it’s still rather mild at least compared to where you had lived previously, you and Vash are working hard, harvesting fruit from the different trees around the property. Bins of them being stored in the earth cellar, enough that you almost think you might fall over them, even if you have to giggle at all the bins of apples.

Heading back outside you don’t get far, almost running into Vash. Whose cute pointed ears are pulled back, a bring pink blush across his cheeks. And an arm load of apples.

“Ugh. Vash. Sweetie. I think we have enough apples.” Watching the blush on his face slowly darken into a deeper hue.

“These are special apples. I umm” one of his hooves is doing that cute little nervous drag thing and you reach out to rub his upper arm. “I got them for us. For something special.”

This time it’s you going a little pink, pushing some of your hair behind your ear “oh.” Moving backwards you open the door and run to get a bin for him to put his precious prize into “what makes them special?”

A short flinch and a swish of his tail, unsure if he’ll answer you based on his response. “They’re from a special tree. A little ways away from here… my brother looks after it.” The way his voice drops leaves you reeling, learning your sort of, well you aren’t even sure what the two of you are, but learning he had a brother was interesting.

“Oh. You have a brother? You don’t talk about him much.” Taking the apples from his arm and placing them into the bin, once the final one was stored in the wooden container you turned your attention back to Vash, his voice serious.

“He’s my twin. We don’t really see eye to eye. On a lot of things.” Stepping so he’s close enough that one of his legs is brushing up against yours, his hand moving to cup your jaw. “Including how we feel about humans. Please, don’t go looking for him. Ever.” You don’t miss the note of desperation in his voice before he pushes his lips against yours. The way he kisses you this time feels so different than any other time like he’s afraid for you.

As his lips leave yours, both of your hands move to tangle in his hair making sure when you open your eyes you stare into his. “I promise. I won’t.” Body still pressed to his, as he nods closing the distance between the two of you once more.

A few weeks later, during a spell of rainy days you find yourself in a baking mood, rolling out crusts and making a few pies. Making sure when you picked the fruit you didn’t take any from the apple bin that contained the special apples.

As you worked, hair tied up and elbow deep in flour you were unaware of a pair of eyes watching you. Focused on your work, and humming to yourself, a small skip in your step.

Vash is watching you, a soft smile, you’re so different from all the humans he’d met before, those that thought him a freak. He’d been attacked, rocks and worse thrown at him, some wanting to catch him to sell him off as some exotic pet. But you? You just looked at him in a way that made his heart swell in his chest, treated him like he was a living being that deserved to be treated as such. You’d offered him a home, listened to him speak, treated his wounds, shared his bed, and in all these things you never tried to get him to do something he didn’t want to do.

Kni had disagreed when Vash told him he thought he was in love with you, told him it wouldn’t, couldn’t last. Humans weren’t worthy of being out of the squalor they lived in according to his brother. Vash could see his brothers’ point, but he didn’t share them, he cared about humans and wanted to be a part of their world. Now he had one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You were still humming away, sliding the last pie into the oven before setting a timer, and starting to wash the dishes. Yelping as a warm arm wrapped around you, and an upturned nose buried itself in your hair, giggling. “Hi Vash, I was wondering where you’d disappeared too.”

Pressing a kiss into your hair and swaying his hips against your backside “Around.” Moving his hand down your chest and lifting your shirt so he could feel your skin directly. “Whatever you're making smells good.”

“A couple pies, one of them just for you.” Giggling as you keep washing the dishes and rinsing them before placing them on the rack to air dry. Last item washed you empty the sink, slowly turning around to face him, letting your damp hands rest against the nap of his neck. Tilting your head down and raising your eyebrows seductively “apple.”

Vash grins, already aware two of the five pies you’d made had been apple, excited at least one of them was just for him. Closing the distance and kissing you, the first kiss turning into a series of kisses shared between the two of you. Nipping at one another and dragging tongues against one another's skin, the smell of the baking pies reaching your nose. Starting to deepen the kiss you groan as the timer goes off, pulling from Vash and grabbing your oven mitts to pull the pies out.

Once the five of them are on the rack, you bite your lip glancing at Vash, who still looks as hot and bothered as you feel. Taking his hand you smile “can we try something new?” Eyes hopeful and feeling your lower body starting to burn.

“I like trying new things” he teases back, letting you lead him to his, your, both of your shared room. Once inside you gently push him onto his back, grasping his cock and pumping him and peppering kisses over his chest. You settle your body between his legs, slowly moving downwards, and kissing the scars you find along the way. Eyes flicking up to his when you reach the part of his legs covered in soft fur, watching to see if he doesn’t want you to keep going, and you have no worries. His eyes are wide watching you and licking his lips, keeping eye contact as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and hear him hiss in pleasure.

Humming you pop off the tip, still pumping him and nibbling the sensitive skin, watching as pre cum starts to pool at his slit and pressing your tongue against the small opening. Vash is moaning above you, watching your every movement and your core feels like it’s on fire. Switching to licking the head and twirling your tongue around the sensitive skin, as Vash jerks his hips upwards towards your lips. Smiling as you look at him pulling back somewhat adding a twisting motion to your pumping.

“Want me to keep going?” Teasing him and biting your lip.

“Please!” A low whine and you tilt your head before going back to his cock, pausing to adjust your hold on his warm flesh before licking a hard strip from his balls to the tip. Tongue flat so you can touch as much of his skin as possible, enjoying the feeling of his mad twitching before engulfing the tip in your mouth and starting to suck. Setting an easy pace for yourself, you don’t go too far down, just past the end of his head so you can focus on the sensitive area. Your hand can do the rest of the work. Another low whine reaching your ears, and you have to admit it sounds a lot like the noise he makes when he’s close to coming. A few more pumps and bobs of your head, it turns out he was making the noise he makes when he’s close, mouth filling with the astringent taste of him. Swallowing his cum as best you can, and pulling away from his cock as he shakes and shivers in the pillows.

Blissed out against the pillows you give him a few more pumps, aware he’s watching you with hooded eyes, a final glob of cum pooling on his slit which you lick off. Looking at him with adoration as you release his cock and crawl up his body to press against him, feeling his arm wrap around you tight. “I’m going to return the favor later.” A kiss pressed to your forehead as both of you doze off.

The next day after having a slice of cooled pie, Vash does return the favor, more than once watching you come undone beneath his touch and tongue. As your back arches Vash thinks to himself that his brother has to be wrong, how could someone like you respond to him like that if you didn’t love him. Maybe someday he’ll be brave enough to tell you how he feels.

Eventually the air turned cooler and you started wearing some thicker clothes, watching as Vash tended to shiver in the early morning air while both of you were outside working. And in the evenings you went to work, going through the items left behind from your grandmother. Working on knitting him a long scarf, that thankfully only takes you about a week. Work might have gone a little faster if you and him didn’t end up in bed as often as you did as part of your nightly routine.

And after the pants incident you had far more tact when you gave it to him. “I noticed you’re looking a little chilly some morning, and this isn’t me trying to get you to cover up. I just thought you’d like something to help keep warm.” Handing him the red scarf, and watching him smile.

“Thank you.” Pressing the hand made item to his chest, a wide grin splitting his face as he felt the fabric. “I know it will help, especially because you made it for me.” Something about his words makes you turn red.

The next morning, he had the scarf wrapped around his neck a few times so the loops fell more around his chest. Smiling at you as the two of you finished the last few items before any time outside would be recreational.

After spending so much time outside getting the property cleaned up, you found yourself cleaning out more of the inside now. Not that it was a mess inside, more taking stock of what had been left behind by your grandmother and the generations before her. As you found things Vash often found himself out of sorts, unsure what to do with most items and there was a steady growing pile of things you didn’t plan on keeping.

One thing that caught your eye had been some smaller carboys which Vash knew more about, and you were trying to make some fruit wine from the extras stored in the earth cellar. It would be a while before any of it was ready to try but you’d agreed it would be a good test for the summer when hopefully grapes would be growing on the vines.

As you moved through the rooms of the house you came across a few stools that left you confused. Showing them to Vash, who seemed surprised. “These look more like seats for my kind to sit on.” Taking one of them and sitting showing it left his legs balanced at an angle that was comfortable for him.

“Maybe one of my ancestors had better relationships with your kind then? At least if there are this many chairs in the room.” Walking by as you look more in the room, a thick layer of dust on most of the objects around.

“It’s a nice thought. Both of our kinds living together.” Something in his voice grabs your attention, heading back to where he’s seated.

Reaching out to run your hand along his shoulder and down to the stub of his upper arm. “In case you missed it. We live together.” Smiling at him as he reaches out to rest his hand against your hip.

“Yea. I guess we do.” Voice wistful and his ears flicking back.

“What do you mean you guess? Last time I checked we share a roof, share a room. Not sure what else you’d call that then living together. Come on Vash what’s really on your mind?” Reaching up with your free hand to cup his cheek, which he quickly nuzzles against.

“I…” licking his lips before taking a deep breath. “I care about you, a lot more than I should I think. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I. I want to be your mate.” This is the most embarrassed you’ve ever seen him and it warms your heart to hear him make that admission.

Bending over so you’re eyes level with him, a soft grin on your face. “Mate huh?” Pressing your lips to his for a long tender kiss, when you pull away your lips are close enough to still brush against his. “I like the idea of being your mate.” Watching the grin grow on his face.

With one arm he’s pulling you into his lap, grinding up against you making you moan as your lips meet once more. Panting and groaning against one another. Both of your hands moving to press against his shoulders, nails scraping along his neck and hair. “Vash?” Voice almost breathless as you pull apart. “Do you want to be inside me?” A low soft yes is your answer and another roll of his hips against yours.

Scrambling out of his lap your fingers and moving quickly against the belt around your waist, undoing your pants and pulling them off as quickly as you can, underwear with them before crawling back into his lap.

Lips reconnecting and you can feel the precum flowing freely from his tip as your hand reaches for him, a few pumps to smear the fluid around before lining him up and slowly lowering yourself onto his cock.

Both of you gasping and you feel your neck arch back as he fills you, and as you slide down you know you never want to feel anyone else inside you again. Vash fills you in such a way that it makes a line of sweat break out across your back, beading between your shoulder blades and rolling down. You start to ride him in no time, the veins of his cock making you squirm, his one hand moving to pull your shirt off, burying his face in your breasts and panting against your skin as well. Biting and sucking the skin as you keep moving, a line of fire building inside your belly. Arms wrapping around his head to keep him close and you scream as you cum around his cock, feeling his seed paint your walls, both of you coming down from your high together.

As time passed, the two of you often found your days either starting with a long slow session of making love before moving about the house for the day. Or retiring early for a hot steamy session, trying to see how many times you could spasm around Vash. One thing was certain, Vash never seemed to run out of stamina, always had a load ready to push deep into your core. You’d also told Vash he didn’t have to wear pants inside the house if he didn’t want to, which led to both of you sometimes having sex in random places and at random times.

On Christmas eve, the two of you were laying down on a pile of blankets and pillow in the living room, a fire going in the small fireplace that had been hidden behind a sheet of drywall. Laughing as your hands wandered over his skin, where it met his fur.

“I just don’t understand how it can be that soft” giggling as you rub circles into the area.

“Maybe because I eat such a healthy diet.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you and you snort.

“Oh yea, almost nothing but apples.” Pressing a quick peck to the center of his chest. You watch as his face shifts, almost thoughtful. Rolling over, and running a hand along your side before standing and walking away.

“I’ll be back in a moment my heart” his tail swishing the floor behind him.

You rolled your shoulders, before reaching out and grabbing your glass of wine, listening for his return. At the sound of his clicking hooves you roll over to watch him again, tossing an apple in his one hand. “Really. Another apple?”

“It’s one of the special apples, I brought for the two of us.” Right, you’d almost forgotten about those, still unsure what made them special, but you had listened to the warning and made no motion to ever find or find out more about his brother.

“So, what makes them special?” You question as he rejoins you on the pile of pillows and blankets.

“It’s said, they help bond two souls together, and bring those in love good fortune.” He’s grinning as he settles, holding the apple between both of you.

You smile “So. Were you hoping for an outcome like this?” Watching his face flush and his ears twitch, a telltale sign of his having been found out. “I’ll stop teasing you. So how does it work? I assume we have to eat it.”

“Yea, we eat it together.” Placing the apple to his mouth and sticking his tongue out to hold it up, and seeing it balanced on his tongue does things to the lower parts of your body.

“Wait. You mean we eat the apple together, as in at the same time?” Waiting his eyebrows wiggle again, waiting for your head to move closer and as you bite into the apple, you hear Vash do the same. It has to be the most awkward apple you’ve ever eaten, feeling Vash place his hand against the back of your head, helping to keep the pressure on the fruit between both of you. The apple, also, is the best apple you’ve ever eaten, something about the favor being almost perfect.

In no time the fruit is gone, the core tossed into the fire, your and Vash’s mouths pressed together, tasting more of the apple on his tongue. Rolling you onto your back and grinding his hips against yours.

The angle like this isn’t the best for him and the way his legs are shaped, but a few adjustments and your legs are draped over his, your back still on the floor so he’s in charge, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room. Feeling him starting to grind harder against you, lips reconnected once more. Struggling a little, his hand is occupied, being tangled in your hair as his tongue explores your mouth. Reaching down you line him up and in one thrust he’s as far as he can go. Breaking apart Vash sets a quick pace, and it isn’t long until you’re cuming on his cock, moaning as he keeps going. Pulling a second from you in no time.

Panting in your ear how he’s going to fuck you all night long and into morning, and you tell him to keep going even if you fall asleep, high on the sensation of Vash plowing your insides.

Waking up Christmas morning, you find Vash under you and still in the living room, the fire has turned to a few dying embers. Snoring away, his one hand pressing against the center of your back and his cock still seated deep inside you. You lower your head back to his chest, listening to his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep again.

The next time you woke up, you were humming, stretching your arms up towards Vash’s shoulder chests pressed together and Vash on his back, his hips pistoning in and out of you. “Good morning handsome” letting out a shaky breath, sliding one hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“M-morning” stuttering and you can see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the veins of his neck standing out. Shifting your legs so the movement of his hips has his fur rubbing against your clit, moaning as the pressure builds inside of you. A few more thrusts from under you and he’s freezing, a whisper of your name and you feel him filling you up.

Pushing himself up to change the angle of your bodies so he can kiss you, the taste of apples still strong on his tongue. “How many loads is that?” You whisper against his mouth, smiling as he nips at your lips.

“Hmm, six, maybe seven?” That makes you laugh, taking a moment to adjust before starting to roll your own hips.

“Let’s have a whole day of this, I just want a day of us together. Nothing else.” Vash is quick to agree. The two of you only leave the living room for bathroom breaks and a small amount of food and water. By the end of the day you’re both too tired to move anymore, cuddling together and soft touches shared between you.

When spring comes, you’re amazed at the difference you can see from all your hard work, the grape vines full and lush covered in the small flowers. Even the fruit trees cleaned of the thorn vines that had been strangling them seem even more vibrant. That day as you took in the view and came across the area you’d first met Vash in just a year ago you find yourself swinging around and running towards him, jumping into his arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him full of laughter.

Five years later, you’re sitting in the office you made out of one of the rooms in the house. The camera turned on your laptop working out the final arrangements with the distributor wanting to sell your wine in specialty shops. Grinning as you hammer out the facts the barrels will be picked up and brought to another location to be bottled.

All of those details settled, you grin when asked if you want a name on the label besides the region and grape type. Letting a more comical side take over “The Satyr’s wife” you don’t hesitate as the name slips from your mouth with a grin.

A week later you have the final contract in hand, as well as a final draft design of the label for the market. Taking the design to Vash to see what he thinks, heading down to the living room where Vash has his hand full, literally with a set of smaller hands held in his. Both father and son grinning as you appear, handing Vash the piece of paper and replacing his hand with both of your own. Taking your son around the room as he walks a bit more steadily on his smaller hooves, hooves that are still soft in comparison to his sire's hardened ones.

That had been more than a painful feeling with those kicking your insides but the day he came into the world with your hair and his fathers eyes you couldn’t have been happier. Learning that any child you had with Vash would be male since his species required mates from another to reproduce, and you found it more than alright to know you’d have to deal with more hooves inside your belly.

Eventually Vash laughs pulling you back to the present as he looks at the name and the design of the label, a stylized Satyr with a set of reed pipes held up to its lips.

You have to admit, you’re glad your grandmother left this place to you, glad to have found someone to love, just for being themselves and loving you the same. Even if you did find him tracking mud over your floors after it rained, annoying.

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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 3

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, partying, slight physical altercation (v v minor)

a/n: bro this chapter is so long i literally can't help myself when it comes to angst. i promised ethan content last chapter and i will continue to deliver! also ik the formatting is weird on mobile but I cannot be bothered to fix it my b!!

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To say that the car ride is tense would be a gross understatement. It would be more apt to call it torture.

Chad hates listening to the radio when he drives, so we sit in silence. Tara lays claim to the passenger’s seat, so Anika, Mindy, and I cram into the back. It’s claustrophobic without a real middle seat, Mindy perched in the divide.

My breathing becomes shallower, but I can’t tell if it’s caused by the recycled air or the tension between Tara and me. This car ride is never going to end.

Until, miraculously, it does. Chad parks across the street from an unassuming two-story house. We pile out, and I can finally breathe again, reveling in the cool night air.

After I’ve calmed down, I chase after Tara. “Hey, Tar, wait. Can we talk?”

Her brow furrows slightly. “What, Y/N?”

“I don’t want there to be any, um, weird vibe between us tonight. I know earlier was tough, and Sam can be overbearing but she cares about you, and I…” I trail off. I can tell this isn’t working.

Tara avoids my gaze. “It’s fine, Y/N, seriously. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

I want to try again, but she turns on her heels and walks away, catching up to Chad. Nowhere else to go, I trail behind them, following their lead through a side door into the building.

There are people everywhere, way more than I was expecting for a community college party. They’re scattered throughout the first floor, arranged haphazardly in a mess of armchairs, mismatched sofas, and various surfaces that are now being used for beer pong. I look for a familiar face in the crowd, but I’ve already lost my friends.

Now alone, I decide it’s a better time than any to drink my feelings away. I reach into a nearby cooler, not caring what comes up. It’s terrible beer, but I don’t super care right now. All I want is to forget about the way Tara looked at me during her fight with Sam.

I find an empty corner and watch the crowd. Even though this is a small town, I don’t recognize many people. I see a few kids who could be in my class, people I might have forged an absence for, but no one I’ve had a real conversation with. I keep scanning the crowd until I realize who I’m really looking for: Ethan. Ethan-who-I-haven’t-actually-met-yet-Ethan. My face goes red, and I know I must look like an idiot standing in the corner and blushing to myself.

I’m distracted from my daydreams by Tara and Chad, who move into the unofficial dance floor. She’s feeling herself, clearly slightly tipsy already (I don’t know how, considering we’ve been here for all of 10 minutes). I drink some more of my beer as I watch them dance together. As she loses herself in the music, I notice how intently Chad is watching her, a shy smile creeping onto his face. I laugh quietly. How did I miss that?

Tara doesn’t seem to notice his obvious infatuation. She dances towards the cooler I pulled my beer from, finding one of her own. I watch in mixed horror and amazement as she downs half the can. I guess she wasn’t kidding about getting shitfaced, then.

I’m suddenly overcome by melancholy– not atypical when I’m kinda drunk. Tonight, though, after the mess with Tara and the long car ride, it feels shittier than usual. There are too many people here, my feet hurt from standing, and the music is too loud. I need to get the hell out of here. But Chad’s my ride, and he’s not leaving Tara anytime soon. With no other option, I head upstairs.

It takes me five tries to find a room that’s unlocked, but I eventually stumble my way into a small guest room, locking the door behind me. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Uh– sorry. I can leave?”

My eyes snap open as quickly as they shut. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Reclining on the bed is none other than Ethan fucking Landry. I can’t decide whether to thank God or curse him.

“Oh, shit, no, it’s fine, sorry– you’re good,” I say. “I just, um, just needed a quiet place to hide for a little and this room was unlocked but if you’re here already it’s chill–”

“No, no, you’re good. I was doing the same thing.” He nervously runs a hand through his curls, and it’s so endearing that my heart skips a beat. “You can, um… you could stay? I don’t mind.” He scoots over, making room for me.

I know what I’d usually do here– make a polite excuse and hide in a bathroom– but between my desperation for reprieve and the liquid courage from earlier, I feel like trying something else.

So, I join him, kicking off my shoes and sitting against the backboard. “Thanks,” I say. “I really, really need a break.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t mention it, really. I’m Ethan.”

“Oh, I know.” Holy shit. Why the fuck did I say that?

His eyes widen a little. “Wait, really? How?”

I search for an acceptable answer. “Um, my friend Mindy said that she had American History with you. Not a lot of new kids around here besides me, especially not right after spring break, so… I looked you up?”

He smirks slightly. “Huh, stalker much?” I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. “It’s okay, I, um, ‘looked you up’ too. After lunch today. Just… curious, I guess.”

We both laugh a little at this. It’s exciting to know that he’s interested in me, too. I’ve never had any guys reciprocate that kind of thing.

“So, what did you hope to find?” he asks. “What do you want to know?”

I pause. “Everything, I guess. Why’d you come here, in the middle of the year?”

“Dad got transferred. He’s a cop, a detective, but they wanted to replace him in his department. They couldn’t fire him without a bunch of legal shit involved, so they transferred him here.”

“Good fucking luck,” I laugh. “This town doesn’t have the cleanest crime record.”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” he says. “We’ve moved around all my life… Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas, Sacramento… Woodsboro.”

“Jesus. Who’s we?”

“My sister and I. Quinn. She’s actually the reason I’m here– she’s taking some classes during her gap year. Trying to apply to bigger colleges. I would usually never come to this sort of thing, which is why I’m, uh, hiding upstairs.

“Me either,” I say. “My friends dragged me here. Tara picked out this outfit and everything. I feel so weird.”

His eyes drift over me. “I mean… I think you look really good?”

I meet his gaze. The tension between us is suddenly real– it’s almost suffocating. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss him, and I’ve almost made up my mind to do it when I hear a commotion from down the hall.

I pull away, concerned. There’s a second of something dark on his face before it’s replaced with his typical bashful demeanor. “What do you think that was?” he asks.

As much as I want to stay here with him, something tells me I need to see what’s wrong. “I don’t know, we should go look.”

I open the door to a disturbing sight. Some guy has a visibly intoxicated Tara by the arm. Chad, Anika, and Mindy are following him as he tries to take her into one of the rooms. My heart sinks and my palms go sweaty. I feel sick– I can’t let this happen. As he walks through the hall, I get in his way. “Hey, man, let her go. She’s done for the night.”

Tara drunkenly puts her arm on my shoulder. “No, no, Y/N, it’s okay. I’m good.”

The guy sneers at me. “Yeah, dude, we’re good.”

There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. “No, ‘dude,’ we’re not good. Let her go. Trust me. You don’t want this.” I motion to my friends behind us, who all look ready to get messy.

The guy falters, muttering something sounding suspiciously similar to “whatever, bitch,” and lets Tara go. I watch him walk away before turning back to Tara. “Oh my god, Tar, are you okay? I can’t believe that.”

I expect a hug, a thank-you, or maybe just a smile. The stinging of her hand against my cheek is shocking, to say the least.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” she says. “I can’t believe you did that, you fucking embarrassed me!”

I rub my cheek. “Are you kidding, Tara? That guy was a dick, he was going to take advantage of you!”

“So fucking what?” She’s yelling now. “If I want to hook up with an asshole, that’s my decision. Or, or, if I want to argue with my sister over some dumb party, I’ll do it, and I don’t need anyone’s opinion. Don’t pretend like you know shit about me or my life, because you don’t. You think you can show up here after what happened last year and act like you know any of us that lived it, but you don’t, Y/N. You fucking don’t! So leave me alone, and stay out of my fucking business.”

I’m frozen. I don’t know if I’m feeling more hurt, angry, embarrassed, or just plain sad. For her to say those things, to, in some way, confirm my biggest fears about Woodsboro… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say or do.

But Tara doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. She stumbles away, pushing past Chad, Mindy, and Anika. The twins rush after her, presumably worried about her ability to stand straight. Anika lingers for a second, giving me a pitying look and mouthing “I’m so sorry” before running off.

Though I understand their actions (Tara is drunker than I am, more unpredictable, and more likely to get hurt) their absence still stings. My eyes well with hot tears. Everything is out of control.

I turn around to compose myself and notice Ethan standing in the doorway. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he says.

Sweet, shy, Ethan. His big brown eyes are looking straight at mine for the first time that night– it makes me shiver.

All I want is to get out of this house. Leave. With him.

So I ask him, “Do you want to get out of here?”

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Examining that Nancy x Ace scene from 4x01

It’s been far, far, far too long since we’ve had new Nancy Drew, but they still managed to make it worth the wait. Honestly that last scene is absolutely unhinged and I am here for it. But I wanted to take a minute to break it down (because that’s my jam) and make myself feral watching it approximately 8,000 times. Fair warning it gets long, more beneath the cut.

By the time we reach that final scene Ace is absolutely done. My boy has put himself through the wringer, both by thinking he isn’t enough and that’s why Nancy wouldn’t want him, and by then thinking he’s ruined everything by trying to kiss her. This is a guy who has spent just over two months without the support of one of his closest friends (see aforementioned trying to kiss) and thinking he’s ruined his chance with the woman he’s in love with. I think the power of realising Nancy’s been lying to him fuelled his mad run all the way from the Historical Society to Icarus Hall. Because when she opens the door and he’s panting trying to get the words out, sure some of that is down to the depth of the emotion he’s feeling, but a lot of that is the fact that he has forgotten he owns a car and has straight up run to talk to her.

And this is the most Ace we have seen Ace all episode. Every time we’ve seen him before this he’s been uncertain, unsure, completely knocked off his axis as though he has lost his true north. He’s tried to talk to Nancy, but this is Ace and he knows her, knows something isn’t right, particularly after the Lover’s Vigil when she says it’s her fault and she keeps leaning in and god he can feel it, feel something and then the glass is shattering and she’s gone. Again. Every bit of their interaction at the Vigil is instigated by her, the leaning in, the forehead touch.

Well, almost all of it. When he first catches her as she spins across the room towards him, there’s a split second where he’s steadying her without really putting his hands on her, unsure how he’ll be received, terrified to ruin it further, of crossing some unseen line.

And then the sheer need kicks in, the closeness of her after so long, and his hands tighten and pull her in towards him, just for a moment. Just a moment can’t hurt? Particularly when she’s looking at him like she’s drowning and he’s pulling her from the waves. And he can’t even finish his sentence when he glances down and sees the dress she’s wearing and it feels like there’s no one there but them. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel like sitting at home alone, it was after twenty four hours without being able to see her he had to find her.

@livelovecaliforniadreams (GIF Credit)

Ace is a smart boy, he can read between the lines, and Nancy has been avoiding him so long precisely because of this, because he knows her and will see the lie in her words - she can’t even make herself believe them, every time she says they can’t she leans in a little more. And this is the tipping point, the dominos start to fall into place as he parses through what she’s saying and what she’s doing. As the jar in her hand shatters and something about the sound of breaking glass hits too close to the memory of glass shattering once before that he’s been playing over and over and over again for weeks.

@bess-turani-marvin (GIF credit)

If they didn’t almost immediately rush out to deal with the undead he’d have remembered and gone back to that pile of broken glass earlier, but it’s hours after that he finally remembers and suddenly his compass rights itself. He doesn’t have the answers, he doesn’t understand it yet, but he knows then that he’s not wrong, and the certainty burns away that lingering doubt that’s been clouding his mind for too long and fuels that desperate run to Icarus Hall, to her, and to some answers.

He’s direct now, no more stepping around the point and trying not to scuff through lines he doesn’t see. No he trusts his instincts, and more importantly he trusts Nancy, and although everything she’s been saying has been no no no, the word she’s written screams yes, you, it’s you, you’re not in this alone.

You were lying. You do have feelings for me.

Eye contact, that slow walk in, he doesn’t know it all yet but he knows the most important thing, and he knows Nancy isn’t going to talk about it unless he pushes her in just the right way. But this is Ace, and he knows exactly how to get Nancy to talk. Don’t give her room to evade, push through the denials. Crowd into her space until she gives him the truth.

And he hands over that paper (that paper that Nancy folded oh so neatly in one crisp fold when she wrote his name (his name) but now is crumpled from being clenched so tightly in his fist as he ran there) and the sudden absence of that square of truth is enough to make his fingers flex on empty air as he fists his hand again, suddenly bereft of the solid proof he’s held to so tightly.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

He knows her handwriting, would know the sharp spike of her a’s and the slant of her e’s anywhere. He watched her protect that jar, try to cover up the pieces of it when she ran to clean up her hand, and now, as soon as she’s faced with the proof she can no longer meet his eye. Looks in his general direction, but evades his own stare knowing she cannot make the lie reach her eyes as she tries to deny it.

She walks away. He was expecting that. Given the amount of denial, of avoidance, of strangeness of the last two months, he didn’t expect her to admit it that quickly. So he follows her, he has time now, now he’s not worried about butting up against some unknown line he paces after her. Deliberate, unhurried, as he bats her feeble excuse away. And when she turns around he can see the defences crumbling, almost as though she wants him to keep pushing, keep asking, to unburden herself of this secret.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

She’s not saying anything, and that would normally unnerve him, but the pieces are finally slotting in together and he has a theory, an idea that he wants to test. The words spilling out of him as he finally takes those shattered pieces of glass and holds them up to the light. The barometer, that was weird, a coincidence (not that he believes in those anymore) but the jar as well? Now that’s almost a pattern. That’s something he can work with. You can see the smile just tracing the curve of his lip.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

He’s spent too long around Nancy and she’s rubbed off on him, and the tugging of a thread until he can see the whole picture, the tenacious worrying of a point until it makes sense, that’s him, but it’s also her, the two of them so intertwined now they’ve become a whole without ever realising it.

Both times I felt something and I know you felt it too.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

Nancy opens her mouth to protest as he makes his declaration but closes it again quickly as he states that he knows she felt it too. He steps in - proximity, he’s learning, is the key. And intent, and he has enough intent for the both of them now. He is careful, oh so careful, so aware of her, for any (true) demand that he stop, but the longing in her eyes is a real thing and as he steps in she moves in closer too.

It’s a hypothesis, it’s a test, it’s a god damn it please let him be right and understand this, and wrong and let him finally (finally) kiss her. He knows what’s going to happen (maybe not exactly, but the shape of it) but there’s still that desperate longing hope that maybe this time they’ll kiss, that this time he’ll feel the shape of her lips under his, that this time he’ll be able to sink his hands into her hair and pull her close without her jerking away with that terrified look in her eyes. We’ve not seen them have this moment yet. Every hallucination he kissed her neck, never her lips. In the other timeline this crucial breathless moment of wanting turning into reality was never shown, just the aftermath. This moment, this threshold is something sacred, something special, that’s why it is this moment of near touch, of almost, of finding the shape of the boundary of the curse that the warning springs from.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

But the torch glass shatters and the groan Ace lets loose, of frustration, of desperation, of want and need and longing is so nearly swallowed down as to be almost inaudible. Because he’s both got what he needed, what he wanted, and exactly the opposite. She is so close, and yet further than ever. And he would wait a hundred years for her, a thousand, but that doesn’t stop the desperate need whenever he’s close enough to touch her.

Nancy hears it though, just as clearly as she hears the glass breaking. For a moment she’s lost in the nearness of him, and she follows his movement back, desperate to remember the feel of his lips on her, lost in the memory of having done this a hundred times already. As she comes back to herself it crashes back in all the thousand reasons why they can’t, and she moves back, finally dragging her eyes to his - she owes him this much.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

He is still so close and the sadness is overflowing from her. She’s admitted her feelings to herself, to her dads, and now finally to Ace. Not in so many words, not out loud, but it’s there in the sharp spike of an a and the slant of her e. It’s in the way she leans into him like a flower searching for sunlight whenever they’re close. In the way she can’t take her eyes from him when he’s near. Struck over and over by the disjointed feel of knowing and not knowing. She knows what it feels like to run her hands through his hair, knows that he smiles in his sleep, knows the precise cadence of his stuttering breath as they kiss. And yet she also doesn’t. She is stuck in this isolated limbo and so so tired of the weight of the secret pressing her down into a defeated shell of herself. She can’t focus on anything, the overlay of the knowing and not knowing - that Ace will bring her all the world’s sorbet to make her smile, that he thinks the town loves her and he’s with them, the feel of his blood on her hands as the light vanishes from his eyes.

She’s grieving and not, and alone and not, and it all sounds so silly even now, even after all they’ve been through to say the words out loud to him.

@nancy-drew (GIF Credit)

Because we’re cursed.

It’s the sort of thing you read about in books, that happens in fairy tales. The prince and princess were cursed and true loves kiss wasn’t enough to break it. It’s enough instead to shatter glass and remind them of their place. Temperance still reminding Nancy that she controls the strings even now in death.

Ace takes a step away and the loss of his warmth is enough to break her already fragile heart further. But he doesn’t leave, and he doesn’t doubt, and for now, that will have to be enough.

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nancy drew meta #nancy drew analysis #nace #cw nancy drew #nancy drew 4x01 #nancy drew spoilers #nancy x ace #nancy drew 4.01 #nancy #ace [redacted]

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seokmthw · 8 months

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a little jealousy | kim jiwoong

⇢ pairing: jiwoong x reader

⇢ warnings: angst, insecure!reader, a smidge of fluff at the end

⇢ word count: 1.1k

prompt #27 "so why are you avoiding me?"

⇢ note: i have been in an awful jiwoong brainrot lately and saw this request in my inbox, so i knew i had to do it. i know one of the more recent-ish things i've posted was for jiwoong, but i just couldn't help myself lol. enjoy!

god, were you stupid?

this was the nth time you’d gotten jealous over one of jiwoong’s co-stars, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. you knew it was part of his job to kiss her, you knew it was part of a script, but you couldn’t help but read into this time. the way he was a little more touchy feely with her for your taste was enough to send your mind reeling, causing you to overanalyze every single little interaction they had, because what if your gut feeling was right? she was absolutely stunning and could easily score someone like jiwoong.

your head was spinning; were you not good enough? was he starting to fall out of love with you? did you need to do something else to make his feelings for you reignite? to say that you were feeling a little insecure was an understatement. you felt silly even considering something so absurd, yet here you were, fully prepared for him to dump you within the next couple of days so he could be with her instead.

you tried your best not to let it get to you, really you did. but going home with him that night felt different, almost as if he wasn’t enjoying your presence all that much. maybe it was because his face slightly fell when he came off set to be excitedly greeted by you, or how he didn’t rest his hand on your thigh the entire drive home like he always did. somehow, you managed to keep yourself together, but the moment he declared he wanted to retire to bed early and didn’t shower with you, something snapped, and you were sliding down the back of the bathroom door choking on your sobs so he didn’t hear you.

instead of immediately crawling into bed with him after your shower, you decided to pad out onto your balcony, plopping down onto one of the plush chair cushions as the crisp air of the night sent a shiver racing down your spine since your hair was still damp. you fixed your gaze on the glittering stars in the sky, a single tear slipping down your face as you thought back to the night’s events. your shoulders slumped, and you curled your legs up into your body as you wiped at the tears that were not flowing freely.

you didn’t hear the glass door gently sliding open and had no idea that jiwoong had come to see where you were, worried you’d left the apartment without informing him at all, until he made his presence known by quietly saying, “y/n?”

you sniffled softly, wiping the rest of your tears before finally glancing up at him, “hm?”

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“oh, so now you want to ask that?” you scoffed, “took you long enough to even notice something was wrong.”

jiwoong’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, the confusion on his face hard to miss as he was finally able to muster up his sentence, “what are you talking about? i noticed something was up the moment i was done filming today.”

“so why have been avoiding me?” you challenged, your voice firm, “you know, since apparently you’ve known something was wrong this whole time?”

“i just figured you wanted some space, is all. i decided to come out here now so i could talk with you and see what was bothering you,” he attempted to explain, but you just shook your head at him, “y/n, i really don’t understand what’s going o-”

“do you have feelings for her?” you cut him off.

jiwoong blinked at you, trying his hardest to register what you just said, “what?”

you rose to your feet now, starting to pace within your little bubble. you knew this was probably going overboard, but you just needed to know so you could prepare your heart for whatever was to come in the future, “do you have feelings for your co-star?”

“absolutely not,” was his immediate answer. you felt relieve wash over you for a moment, only for it to be replaced with panic the moment jiwoong opened his mouth again, his brows furrowed and a look of betrayal evident on his face, “i’m hurt that you would even so much as accuse me of such a thing. i have been nothing but good to you.”

“jiwoong, i need you to understand it from my point of view, please,” you begged, taking a couple of steps toward him, hands outstretched in a futile attempt to grab his, “you were just so handsy with her, and then afterward when i felt like you were avoiding me, it just put a little bit pf doubt in my mind.”

he yanked his hands from your grasp, the frustration with you fully settling in by now, especially as he barked, “it’s called acting, y/n! maybe you should give it a try sometime, yeah?”

tears burned at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment. it was rare for jiwoong to ever raise his voice at you, so you honestly never knew how to handle it when it did occur. it took a lot for him to get angry enough to resort to something like this, so you were feeling awful about yourself. your voice cracked as you answered him, “you don’t have to be so aggressive.”

“i’m being aggressive? you’re the one who barely said a word to me when we left the set. you’re the one who accused me of having feelings for someone i barely speak to when you know damn well that i love you. do you know how badly that hurts?” it was jiwoong’s turn to shed a few tears, his posture rigid and any attempt you made to touch him being rejected almost immediately. guilt flooded your entire body as you processed his words.

he was right, and you knew it.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling yourself relax at the way his eyes softened upon hearing your words, “i really am. i was just feeling a little insecure and i shouldn’t have assumed something more was going on.”

“oh baby, come here,” he stretched his arms out, allowing you to fully melt into him as he secured his arms around your shoulders and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. he sighed, “i’m sorry, too. i shouldn’t have gotten so into my own head and i should have listened to you instead.”

the two of you stood like that for a while, the chill of the air unable to be felt because of the warmth radiating off of jiwoong. the delicate chirps of the crickets and the distant calls of the owls was the only thing able to be heard other than his heartbeat, and you felt more content now than you did earlier.

you knew as long as you had jiwoong, everything would be okay.

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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I don't usally like ask for stuff like this but do you think you could maybe right some stuff abt sevika with like a bustier reader or just like a reader with big tips basically causeee I don't usally see much stuff like that too much which suckz cause like I have big tits so 💔💔💔😐

anon... i was just about to go smoke my bedtime joint when i got this notification... like a message from god herself...

men and minors dni

as a girl with triple Ds myself, i know your pain. back aches, bad posture, clothes fitting shittily or not at all. it can be a struggle.

but... there's some perks.

perks like sevika.

sevika, who for the first few months of knowing you, was scared to look in your direction lest she make eye contact with your huge, hypnotizing tits, 'cause she knew she wouldn't be able to look away.

even when you're all covered up. the way your tits fill out your top make sevika's mouth dry.

she can't help herself. she really can't. sometimes, you'll strike up casual conversation with her, and she'll have to bite her cheek to keep her eyes from wandering.

she's fucking thrilled when she finally makes you hers for all the normal reasons: she's obsessed with you and in love with you and wants to give you the world... but also because it means that she can finally get her hands on your tits.

and once she does, she never takes them off.

anywhere, anytime, sevika's touching your tits.

she tries to avoid it in public, but sometimes it's just subconscious.

they're so soft. and warm. they fit perfectly into the palm of her hand, they dimple so beautifully around her fingers, and you always heave a little sigh of relief when she takes the weight into her hands and off your ribs.

it's not even sexual! (well, sometimes it is.)

but most of the time it's just about touching you. sevika's love language is touch, so when your hands are busy but she wants some loving, she'll just grope and fondle your tits.

if you're reading, she'll lay on your stomach with one or both of her hands up your shirt.

if you're cooking, she'll wrap one arm around your waist, the other palming one of your tits.

if you're watching tv, she'll spoon you from behind, holding your tits in her hands and pulling you tight to her chest.

she's absolutely shameless in her gawking. you're hers now, she can look as much as she wants. she'll have full conversations with your tits, talking to you like she's looking at your face, but just shamelessly licking her lips and ogling your cleavage.

she loves your stretchmarks. she loves gently tracing them up and down with her fingers. (when she's fucking you, she'll trace them with her tongue.)

she's obsessed with your big areolas. she loves tracing the circle of skin, watching your nipples pebble up from the stimulation.

she loves getting her mouth on your tits. loves it. came in her pants the first time she got to suck on your tits. kisses and bites and sucks and drools all over them.

at any given time you'll have half a dozen hickeys in various states of healing on your breasts from sevika.

on days when you're particularly sensitive, sevika will massage the tenderness from your breasts with the gentlest, sweetest touch, cooing down at you as you sigh in discomfort.

she's got this cute mischievous giggle that slips out sometimes when she compares your bra cups to hers, or when you flash her from across the house, or when you wear a tank top to go out. she just gets so flustered and excited about your tits that she can't help herself from the little chuckles that slip from between her lips.

you once made the mistake of comparing your tits, a little pout on your lips as you complained to her that you wanted 'cute perky tits' like sevika's. sevika guffawed, then tackled you to the bed, making out with your tits until you came from her mouth on your nipples, then fucking you doggystyle in front of a mirror, whimpering at the way your tits swayed from her thrusts, pounding into you until you took back your words and admitted that your tits were 'fuckin' perfect, baby.'

when you complain about how unfair it is that you have to wear a bra, sevika just pushes her hands under your shirt and unclasps your bra. "so don't wear one, then." she says. you chuckle.

"they'll get in my way, sev. "

"so let 'em. i'll be your bra when you really need." she says, squeezing your tits with her hands as a demonstration.

your tits are her handles when she's fucking you. if she's on top during missionary, she's got both hands palming your tits. if she's behind you in doggy, she's grabbing them to balance herself as she pounds into you. if you're riding her, her hands are on your tits, and if you're topping her, she muffles all her shy whimpers and whines into your tits as she sucks and kisses them between her moans.

(she loves fucking your tits too, having you push them together as she fucks your cleavage... she loves it almost as much as she loves cummin' on them.)

anyways... yeah. sevika loves your big tits.

can you tell i've thought about this a lot?

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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waywardxwords · 8 months

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Healing Wounds

Summary: Sequel to Empty - It had been close to a year since your run-in with Sam Winchester. You had spent the time hunting recklessly, which landed you in a predicament you didn’t think you could escape from. This tells the story of seeing Sam once more after his soul has been restored.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of vomit/nausea (no description), blood, Supernatural-y things (vamps), heartbreak (but fixing it with fluff), angsty, very limited talk about mental health and personal struggles

A/N: There may be one final part in this. I felt like there was too much to cover in one part. But this also wraps up all of the angst from Empty. Let me know what you think! And if you'd like to see this storyline continue at all :) Thanks in advance!

The first phone call came about eight months after you had seen Sam.

“Hello?” You answered, unsure of the number that had called you. But in the world of hunting, you always answered. Hunters were known to work their way through cell phones or have burners as back-up.

But this was a voice you had willed yourself to forget over the last eight months. Your name fell in a gentle murmur from his lips, but it sounded bitter to your ear. “It’s, uh, it’s Sam,” he cleared his throat in a way that told you he was uncomfortable making this phone call.

“Sam,” you said curtly. Your friend and hunting partner, Alicia McCaffrey, looked at you with wide eyes.

“Hang up that damn phone,” she muttered through gritted teeth as she followed you into the motel room and closed the door behind her.

You wanted to, really–you did. But somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Are you and Dean alright?” You asked firmly. You had learned that just a few months after your run-in with Sam, Dean had gotten back in the game. Bobby had filled you in on a call he had made to ask you about a hunt you had been on. Dean had tried to reach out twice to see you, but he could tell by the sound of your voice and shortness of your responses, you weren’t willing to come back to hunt with the Winchester duo.

“Y-Yeah,” he stumbled over his words–and here again, he sounded different. But you knew better. You had witnessed it for yourself. “We’re fine, we’re okay,” you were able to breathe a little easier. There was a pause on his end, and you didn’t understand why. “God, this is so hard to explain over the phone. There’s…there’s so much I wanna say…” his voice fell off again.

“Sam, I don’t really have time for this–” your heart raced against your sternum.

“I know, I know I don’t deserve it. Please, just let me explain–” it was your turn to cut him off.

“Sam, all I want is for you to lose my number,” the words felt angry as they left your mouth. As much as it still hurt, you pulled the phone from your ear and hit ‘End’.

It had been months since you had heard from Sam Winchester. Months of reckless hunting, which wasn’t usually your style. But you had a hard time caring anymore. The heartache from your one night rendezvous with the youngest Winchester had wrecked you in ways you didn’t realize were possible.

Alicia McCaffrey had become one of your closest friends, but even she had to take a step back. “You’re dangerous,” she had breathed one night after a hunt. “I can’t keep putting myself in life or death situations with you, kid.” You knew she was right–she didn’t deserve to be put in precarious circumstances because you had gotten your heart broken. Hell, she had even warned you that she thought it was a bad idea. Had you trusted your gut, even you knew it was the wrong decision. Sam wasn’t the same man you had known, and yet you went through with it anyway. You would be paying the price for the rest of your life, even if that would be a short time.

So you hunted alone now. It was for the best. You avoided the phone calls from Bobby, and anyone else you knew from that past life because you refused to open up the book of pain. You no longer cared if another hunter was calling you for help, the emotions were too overwhelming: hurt, pain, embarrassment…

With a quick shift of your wrist, your blade slashed through a vampire’s neck. You didn’t even flinch as his head rolled–eyes wide open as he had a moment to process his demise.

“You bitch,” an older vampire spat in your direction as his body moved quicker than you could turn. He caught the spot on your neck in an instant. The shrill pain of his fangs as they gnawed through your warm flesh elicited a scream from your lips. Without hesitation, you reached in your back pocket and very quickly popped the plastic cap off before you smashed the syringe into the side of his neck. He pulled back from you with a shriek as he stumbled.

“Dead man’s blood, asshole,” you grumbled as your fingertips pressed to the wet spot on your neck. It almost felt like you could feel your pulse through the blood and torn flesh. You shook the white spots from your vision and didn’t falter as you swung your machete across his neck. For a moment, you were disappointed. You could hear others coming down the hall of the abandoned estate–their chatter and growling echoed along the halls and bounced off of the marble floors.

You weren’t sure why you were disappointed. For months now, you had been living life on the edge–like Alicia had said before she left, “You have a death wish, kid. And I’m not stickin’ around for you to see it through.” So wasn’t this it? Wasn’t this what you had wanted? You thought the answer was yes, so why did it feel so wrong now that you were practically staring Death in the face?

With a quick breath, you tried to swallow past the lump of emotion bubbling in your throat. You pulled your fingers from the spot on your neck that leaked with more blood every time your heart reverberated against your chest. With narrowed eyes, you stared down the hallway where the other vamps were swiftly approaching. After a few rotations of your machete, you took one last breath. “Come and get me!” The words fell from your lips in a hasty yell.

But then, something happened. Just beyond the heavy double doors made of a dark wood, you heard screaming; slashing. You gulped once, then twice…and then the doors opened.

In your heart, you had a sinking idea who stood behind those doors. But at the same time, you didn’t think they cared enough. Or maybe that he cared enough.

Even beyond the spots in your eyes and the darkness of the room around you, you noticed Sam’s jaw tighten as his eyes moved over your frame. From the distant look across your face–the one that told him you weren’t happy to see him–to the blood still dripping from the crook of your neck just above your collarbone. Without thinking, he moved forward towards you. He didn’t miss the way your body flinched as he moved, but he forced it out of his head as his machete clanked to the ground and echoed around your bodies.

“Don’t,” you muttered through gritted teeth. He stopped, only for a moment. “Don’t touch me.” You managed once more as his large hands moved fallen strands of hair away from your neck so he could get a better look at your open wound.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed with furrowed brows and a look in his eyes that took you by surprise. The way his eyes moved between yours, it made you pause–was that…was that the light that you were so desperately searching for the last time you encountered Sam? “I have to look at it, okay?” His voice was just above a whisper.

Anger rumbled in the pit of your stomach, but seemed to quiet down at the specks of glint you saw all of a sudden. You knew he was right; you had been seeing spots ever since that vamp snacked on your jugular, or so it felt. You managed a small nod.

With maybe a second passing, he moved. One hand cradled the side of your face while the other tilted your head a bit, so it relaxed in the feeling of his hand. His eyes moved over the injury as he quickly reached away with both hands to take off his flannel covering a sweat-stained gray undershirt. You wanted to vomit when his hands left your skin, and that made you angry again. “How dare you just waltz in here like a fucking knight in shining armor,” you hadn’t realized your mouth had picked up on your brain’s thoughts and instead of having an internal dialogue, you had spoken them out loud. Oh well…at least he knew how you felt now, if he hadn’t already.

Sam’s eyes moved to yours swiftly. He nodded once, then twice before he ducked his head to look at the ground. “Sorry will never be enough,” he murmured. His head moved back so he could look at you once more. He didn’t say anything before he took his flannel and pressed it to your neck with a pressure that made you hiss in pain and squeeze your eyes closed. “I know,” he continued. “We gotta keep pressure on it…” his voice trailed off as Dean spoke up.

“I know there’s a lotta shit happening right now,” he said as he looked around the abandoned space. “But we gotta keep moving. I don’t think that’s the last of the nest and we’re fightin’ an uphill battle. We’ll come back later, but let’s get you cleaned up.” He nodded to you–Dean’s way of saying ‘hello’.

Going with the Winchesters was the last thing you would ever decide to do at this moment–well, maybe not the last thing. It was settled on the list just above getting eaten by a vamp. But your options were limited, and you felt yourself feeling more and more lightheaded the longer your neck bled.

“Fine,” you managed as you followed them back to the Impala. Sam kept his distance, and you were thankful for that. As you climbed into the backseat, Sam hesitated by the door but got the message when you pulled it closed behind you. He settled for the front seat while Dean drove.

As you headed to whatever motel they were staying in, you repeated in your head: Get in, get cleaned up, have Dean take you back to your motel. Get in, get out. Get in…get out…

Your eyes watched as the yellow light from street poles moved past the car on the drive. Tears and emotion prickled the back of your eyes and throat, but you pushed them away. You’d be damned if you let Sam Winchester get under your skin again. Fool you once, shame on him. But fool you twice…

It was only a few minutes before the Impala shifted into park in the lot of a seedy highway motel. You internally groaned when you realized you recognized this seedy highway motel–it was the same one you had been crashing at for the last two nights. They must’ve gotten in that day, because there was no way you wouldn’t have noticed the Impala.

The ride had been silent, which made you realize that Dean must also know about what happened between you and Sam all those nights ago. That made your stomach flip flop even more than before–embarrassment crept up into your chest and face. Trying to brush it off was useless, but you still attempted. You pulled the car door handle open before Sam could try to help and brushed by him.

“Assuming you guys have a med kit here?” The bleeding had slowed to a stop, which you were thankful for because it meant the damage was mostly cosmetic and everything important was still intact.

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Dean chuckled as he closed the driver side door. “We got you covered. It’s, uh…it’s good to see you.” He nodded as his eyes lingered over you–you couldn’t be sure what he was looking for, or maybe even seeing. But you felt like his eyes were full of pity and sympathy, which made you nauseous again.

“Yeah,” you nodded, not able to return the sentiment. “If we could get this over with, that’d be great. I have things to do.”

Dean led the way to the door of their motel room. Sam kept his distance, but you could feel his gaze again. His hands shoved into the front pockets of his dark jeans.

“Where ya staying?” Dean asked nonchalantly as he put the key card in the slot to unlock their door.

You took a moment before answering. “Here. Just down the hall,” your words were soft. You didn’t really want to share that information with them.

Dean nodded but didn’t seem surprised. There weren’t too many motels just off the highway, which was what the Winchesters always booked. In that realization, you wanted to kick yourself. Even though you hadn’t meant to, you were still following their rules of hunting. “Stay just off the highway so you can peel out quick if shit hits the fan,” Dean’s words echoed through your brain.

Dean nodded as the door opened and you followed him inside, Sam just behind you. “I gotta go pick something up,” you knew Dean was just trying to find an excuse to leave. Before you could argue, he tossed the med kit from the small bathroom onto one of the beds and hurried back to the door. “I’ll be back a bit later. Sammy will get you cleaned up.”

Before a word could flow from your brain to your lips, Dean was out the door. You closed your eyes for a minute and bit down hard on the inside of your lip—so hard, you thought you tasted blood.

He had the audacity to utter your name, and it made you want to scream.

“Don’t you dare say my name like that,” you gritted through the words. “You don’t get to talk to me anymore. Seriously.” You glanced around the room in his silence, and headed back for the door. “I have my own med kit, I can do it myself.” You muttered.

“Please, don’t go,” while everything inside of you told you to keep walking, the conviction and pain in his voice made your feet stop moving. “Please. I’m begging you. I just need a few minutes to explain. Let me take care of you and explain everything from the last year and a half, and then if you still want to leave, I won’t stand in your way.”

Against your better judgment, your feet moved to turn back to face him. You could see the same emotions on his face—the anguish, in typical Sam Winchester fashion. “Let me take care of you,” his words echoed internally and stung almost as much as the cool air that was about to hit the gash on your neck.

“You have five minutes,” you said carefully as you walked to the edge of the bed and pulled Sam’s flannel away from your skin. You winced as the fabric pulled at the already drying wound.

If you had blinked, you would have missed the way Sam’s jaw tightened and how his eyes traced a path from the wound on your neck to your eyes and back.

His hands opened the med kit; as he began to work, he spoke softly. “Cas pulled me out of Lucifer’s cage. But when he got me out, my soul got left behind,” your eyes darted to his face as he poured antiseptic onto a cotton pad.

“Your soul?” You asked, his eyes glued to the cotton pad as he focused on working.

He nodded once as he brought the pad to your neck. He hesitated for a second. “Yeah, my soul. This is gonna sting, okay?” He asked carefully. He waited for you to nod before he placed the pad, cool from the antiseptic, onto your skin. Your face contorted for a minute and you swallowed the hiss that threatened to escape. “I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what. I didn’t know how I got out of the cage or what was wrong with me. I just felt…numb.”

So far, nothing Sam had said swayed your judgment or how you felt. Sam understood that by your silence. Nevertheless, he continued working on your wound.

“Dean got back in, and then Cas…and that’s when we realized my soul was just gone,” he moved on to unwrap some packing gauze and broke his train of thought. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches, just a surface wound. You okay if I pack it and tape it up?”

You managed a nod and looked down a bit so your hair fell into your face. Sam’s fingers grazed your chin so gently, you weren’t sure you felt it until you saw his hand.

“Sorry, gotta get the right angle,” he cleared his throat. He brushed your hair over your shoulder and went back to work. “I remember everything now,” he started again and pulled his gaze away from your eyes. He busied his fingers with the packing gauze, but you could tell it was so he wouldn’t have to look directly into your eyes. “I didn’t right away…it’s kind of a long story. But I would get glimpses of memories and things that happened when I didn’t have my soul. And I saw you…and that night…” his voice trailed off.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you cut him off before your words were swallowed by emotions—emotions you had tried so hard not to feel for all of these months. You were on your feet pushing past his broad frame before he could say another word. “I’m not doing this, Sam. I’m not going to sit here and have some bullshit heart to heart about what happened. I can’t.”

Sam stood immediately but he didn’t approach—he knew better than that. “I know I don’t deserve it. God, I know…”

“Do you?” You spat back. This time, the emotion broke through. Everything you had fought so hard to swallow came tumbling back. “Do you know how hard it was when I watched you jump into the cage? Or how I mourned you and the loss of the person I considered my best friend? Or how about how the entire time I hunted with you I wanted so desperately for you to want me the way I wanted you?” You wondered if you would regret the words, but you couldn’t stop them. Nor could you stop the angry tears that began to pool in your eyes and spill just over the edge. The look on his face remained the same—pained. “How amazing it was when I saw you standing in the bar that night? And then how hurt I was when I realized you had been back for ten months and didn’t call? But then you wanted me…and you had me,” your voice fell and you could no longer look into his eyes. “And then you left.” Your voice was so low, you weren’t sure if he had heard you.

Sam couldn’t stand in one spot anymore. He moved to you so quickly, it took you by surprise. You could tell by the way he moved his arms he wanted to touch you, but he refrained.

“I know that saying sorry means absolutely nothing right now,” he said slowly, carefully. “But I am so incredibly sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sorry about anything before in my life.” His words dripped with an emotion you had never heard from him before. You thought he might cry—and you had never seen Sam Winchester cry. “If I could change it—”

“I know,” you cut him off with your eyes closed, only allowing more tears to slip through the cracks. “You would take it back. I know. It was a mistake, Sam.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “The only mistake I made that night was not showing you how much I care about you.”

Through blurry blinks you looked back at him, and it was then that you saw what you couldn’t see the last time you and Sam Winchester were in a motel room together–the light. There was still pain, but the emptiness was gone, filled again with what had been missing all along. He moved so slowly, cautiously as he brought his palm up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb swept under your eye to wipe at the tears that had settled there.

“You were the last person in the world I would ever want to hurt…I am so sorry I hurt you,” his eyes connected with yours to show you he meant it. “My feelings were real, I was just so screwed up…I had zero emotional connection to what was happening.”

You pulled back from his touch as your eyes found the multicolored carpet below your feet. While you had already spilled so many feelings to him that you hadn’t planned for, you couldn’t hold his gaze while you told him this one. “I wanted to die, Sam. I gave up. Being with you that night…it left a wound I couldn’t figure out how to heal. The pain was so bad, I didn’t care about anyone or anything anymore…”

This time, you knew you could see Sam’s eyes glass over. He was hurting because he knew his actions had left a scar deep within you and caused you so much anguish.

It was then that you realized—Sam hadn’t asked to be brought back without his soul. Hell, he hadn’t been asked to be brought back at all. When you had run into Sam that night, he didn’t even realize his soul was missing.

“But it’s not your fault,” suddenly, your heart fluttered. Since that night all those months ago, you hadn’t felt that flutter for anything or anyone. The feeling of emptiness was replaced with a flutter of hope. “You didn’t know, Sam.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered with a shake of his head, his eyes still on yours. “It doesn’t make it okay.”

“It doesn’t,” you breathed, your tears slowing. “But it isn’t fair for me to hold something against you that you didn’t even know was happening…” as he heard your words, you saw a gleam of hope in his eyes that matched the feeling in your chest.

His brows furrowed as he closed his eyes and dropped his head a bit. “Thank you,” the words fell in a breath.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to hear you out,” your fingers instinctively reached to touch the palms of his hands. His head jerked back up so his eyes were on you, his brows still knitted together in a frown. He grasped your hands tightly in his, and a feeling of warmth washed over you.

“Do not apologize to me,” he said firmly. “You don’t owe me anything, you hear me? I hurt you. I would do anything in the world to fix it.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, so you swallowed so you could try to get the words out. “I don’t really know what that looks like, but I’m willing to work on it together…”

For the first time that night, you saw a smile tug at the corners of Sam’s lips. He gave your hands another squeeze. “Thank you…” his words trailed away before he cleared his throat. “Now, can I please finish packing that gash on your neck? We really need to get it covered.”

You managed a nod and allowed him to hold your hand as he led you back to the bed.

“I’ll do everything I can to help you heal,” he breathed as his eyes focused on yours again once you were on the edge of the bed. You wanted to tell him it was a superficial wound and would heal just fine, but you knew he was talking about more than just the spot the vampire had bitten. And you were willing to let him try.

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