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Vox x Emotionless! Reader | Ignorant In Love

(Lovestruck Part 2)

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Violence, Vox being annoying

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4:30am

Vox woke up, yelping as he sprung out of bed. Not a great decision for his sore back as his clawed hand immediately went to brace it. Groaning, his eyes fluttered, attempting to recall what got him in such a tizzy waking up

Right. Another dream.

Vox had been, haunted, by that humiliating event last week. Even more so that he finally realize how incredibly enamored he was with her.

His screen flushing red at this realization of his current situation, Vox decided to rise out of bed. What good was sulking going to do?

Since that day, (Y/n) hadn’t smiled once more at him. Oh how he craves it. Vox acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s aching for another fix. Another high of seeing that smile. He would do anything and everything just to experience that euphoria one last time, just one drop of it.

Getting dressed for the day, Vox was looking at his bow tie collection, seeking out one of his favorite ties before realizing it had been ruined from the coffee.

Frustrated, he grabbed a random one from the pile, not really thinking too much about it as he put it on.

He stomped out of his quarters, his heels dramatically clacking against the floor as he made his way to his office. It was far too early in the morning for anyone to be active, too late for Val to be doing work (at least IN the office, and not at the club), so the quite walk gave his ever-running mind more time to think

What the hell has gotten into him?! He’s a VEE, THE VEE. If anything, this is woman should be loosing sleep and foaming over him!

‘That’s what I like most though’, He thought to himself,’She’s real. She doesn’t tell me just what I want to hear, or cause problems for me, she’s just…her, and she simply does it best.’

His internal conflicts were brought to an end once he finally sat down in his chair. Cracking his sore, aching joints, before booting up his monitor system.

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8:30am

(Y/n)‘s heels clacked against the tiled floors, making her way to her desk. Her desk was one of those circular desks that curved around the middle and touched both sides of the wall. There was a small door on the side that she could enter from, but it blended in seamlessly with the black desk, so it would be hard for someone who didn’t work here on a daily to find.

Once she entered her cubicle-like desk, she logged onto her monitor, clocking in. 8:30am sharp, as always. She began to work on her boss’s meetings, but her eye caught a certain one for today “errand.”

This caught her eye, as Vox always made her run errands during work hours. Mostly for coffee, but she’s ran to the convenience store in the lobby for strange things as well.

“Hmm” she mumbled, before printing off the schedule regardless and putting it in her folder for later at 10.

That was her routine, print off the original schedule for the day, present it to him at 10, and if edits are needed, she’d come back and re-arrange some things, and repeat the process until it was to his liking.

(Y/n)‘s hardest part of the job was the PR portion of it. Normally, it’s for the PR team, but they got sick of the Vees tantrums and the entire department up and quit. Now, (Y/n) handles Vox’s PR, Velvette’s assistant handles hers, and Vox handles Valentino’s himself.

Speaking of PR, she was in for a doozy today. Last Friday, when the coffee incident took place, apparently Vox said some…choice words…to the Radio Demon, and Alastor relayed that information back to his listeners on his radio show.

Sighing, (Y/n) began typing a public rebuttal, going for the “deny and victim blame” strategy, as Velvette called it.

‘Why does Vox have to act so…stupid’ (Y/n) thought, her stoic face staying steady as her fingers flew across the keyboard,’For someone so smart, he sure acts dumb. Maybe he should just be a model for Velvette instead, he’s sure got the looks for it, but he doesn’t have the social skills for a public viewpoint like this-‘

“(Y/N). MY OFFICE. IMMEDIATELY.” Vox yelled.

Her eyes flicker up from her monitor, which was now adorned with two clawed hands gripping the top of it. Vox was leaning over it, his tall, slender frame allowing his screened face to intrude (Y/n)’s personal space, but it’s not like that hasn’t been done the before the weekend.

Locking eyes, he saw the flick of emotion run through her, he almost for a moment let his anger go, almost. He could hear her mumbling those things about him. About how “stupid” he was, his “dumb actions….how “he’s got the looks”….never mind that last part.

“Sir..?” She said, her face immediately turning back cold. Ah, there it goes again, fleeting like time itself.

“Don’t sir me,” Vox said, shoving the monitor who knows where. He crawled on the desk towards (Y/n), before grabbing her chin, pulling her towards him. The force from his arm made it where she was on her feet, but she was now hovering over her chair. Vox cocked his head at her, narrowing his eyes and he whispered towards her.

“I heard you mumbling about me over there. Insubordination will not be…tolerated, at this company. If you want to keep this job, and your soul, I suggest you meet me in my office.”

He let go of her chin, before sliding back off of her desk, and walking towards his office. Vox’s hands were clasped behind his back, as he glanced over his shoulder one last time to look if she was following him.

(Y/n) got up and started walking behind him, her face not giving away any emotion.

‘DAMN IT.’ He thought, his mood growing worse,’That whole little stunt was just to get a rise out of her. To get something!’

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10:00am

Once they arrived in his office, the door slammed shut behind them. Vox’s electrical bolt from his fingertip locked the door, as he walked towards his chair, took a seat, and swiveled it around to see an unamused (Y/n) awaiting his words.

“So, (Y/n)” He started, his claws tapping against one another, “Would you like to repeat, word for word, what you were mumbling about me, or should I repeat it for you?”

“Okay, I asked myself why you acted so stupid. Your actions are ignorant and your social skills need heavy improvement.” (Y/n) said,”also, for your schedule today you have a meeting at-“

“No no no sugar.” Vox said, smirking as he crossed his legs,”Tell me everything you said.”

“I did” She lied, standing her ground.

“Ah, so Im not good enough to be a model anymore? That’s a shame, I would’ve loved to give you a show, but alas.” He sneered, trying to desperately to get a reaction out of her, but failing miserably.

“Ah, a shame indeed.” She said, deadpanned,”Now, todays schedule consists of one meeting with Valentino at 7:30pm and during your 3:30 slot all it says is ‘Errand’? Sir, I’m confused about that portion, don’t I normally run your errands..?”

Vox gritted his teeth, his hand now clenching the sides of his chair. This was getting ridiculous, no emotions out of this one. God, he should just pour an entire mountain of coffee on himself, muck up his PC and everything just to see her smile.

“I was originally planning to get my clothes back from the dry cleaners myself, but I see that as punishment enough for today. Do it and get out of my office.”

“A-Alright sir.” (Y/n) said. They locked eyes, and Vox immediately regretted pushing so far for a reaction. Her eyes showed hurt in them.

Vox couldn’t bring himself to say anything, his face contorted with many emotions. One side of him was over the moon, he made her show something! The other side was in immense regret, he didn’t want to hurt her, that was by far from the plan.

Once she left the office, he started throwing monitors again in frustration.

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10:30am

(Y/n) didn’t even return to her desk, instead opting for a little stroll down to the convenience store down in the lobby. She picked up a drink and a candy bar to take back to her desk as a little pick me up

Well, she attempted to go back to her desk, she ended up just going to a secluded corner in the building, only adorned by a lonely bench, a plant, and a security camera in the hallway.

(Y/n) sat there on the bench, sighing from stress and she took a chunk of her candy bar.

Sitting there, she replayed the interaction in her mind once more. The way he was so, powerful, it made her cheeks dust pink, with equal parts admiration and humiliation as she smiled to herself, lowering her head. She softly chuckled before taking her wrapper of her snack and going to seek out a trash can.

Little did she know that Vox was watching her every move on his monitor, stalking every security camera that tipped off her motion. He was nearly short circuiting at her little smile. Vox noticed how her shoulders bounced as she chucked slightly. He really wished he could just call her into his office, but it was already time for her to pick up his dry cleaning. Sighing to himself, he adjusted his bow tie.

Out of his entire collection, he just had to pick the most irritating one out of all of them. It was entirely too tight and the material was so unpleasant.

Sighing, he just untied it and threw it on his desk, reveling a small sliver of his skin beneath it.

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3:45pm

“I’m here to pick up Vox’s clothes.” (Y/n) said, making the worker scramble to go retrieve the Overlord’s clothes.

“H-Here you go ma’am! Do you mind checking to see if everything is in there? We don’t want to forget any article of our valuable costumer’s clothing!”

“Sure” She replied with her signature neutral expression, opening up the box of neatly folded clothes to see his entire wardrobe from that day, except something was missing…a key part of his ensemble.

“Ah, where is his bow tie?”

“Oh, did he not tell you? We had to return it to him, the fabric of it was too thin, it would’ve burnt up in the dryer.”

“Oh, well thank you.” (Y/n) said,”everything looks like it’s in order.”

“Have a good day!” The worker said, earning a nod from (Y/n) as she walked out of the dry cleaners.

‘He wore that bow tie often’ (Y/n) thought to herself,’ Maybe since I pissed him off earlier today, I can get him another to make it up to him.’

She strolled by the clothing district before entering the tailors shop, browsing the different selection of items for a while before the clerk cleared his throat.

“Ma’am, is there something I can help you with?”

“Ah yes, I’m looking for a bow tie with a certain fabric to it. It’s rather thin, I need a replacement.”

“You? A replacement?” The man chuckled, looking over at her,”I think I know which one you’re talking about, but I dare say I don’t think you’re in the tax bracket to be purchasing that.”

“I’ll purchase what I please.” (Y/n) retorted, her dead eyes looking into the man’s cocky ones

“Oh really? And who is this for?”

“Vox.”

The man started howling in laughter,”YOU?! FOR THE TECH OVERLORD?? OH PLEASE I-“

(Y/n) briskly walked over and slammed the man’s head down on the table.

“Yes. I suggest you make it quick due to your little interruption.”

“And why should I?”

(Y/n) gripped him by the hair, making his eyes meet hers,”Vox is my boyfriend, and so help me I’ll let him tear you limb from limb just because I said pretty please, now fucking do it.”

“Y-Yes ma’am.” He said, as she let go of his hair, he scrambled to the back room to give her a lavish tie. Instead of the navy blue one he had previously, it was near black with bright blue strips adorning the sides of the fabric where it curved in on itself.

“Hmm, this will do.” (Y/n) said, snatching the box before walking away.

“W-Wait, aren’t you going to pay?”

“Pay? You should be dead where you stand for messing with me today. This is your pay.”

And with that, she walked out of the store, leaving the man shocked.

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8:00pm

Walking into Vox’s office, (Y/n) looked around to see Vox nowhere in sight.

“Ah right,” (Y/n) muttered to herself, despite the fact that very action got her in a tight situation with her boss earlier that day,”Meeting with Valentino. I’ll just set his stuff down here.”

(Y/n) looked around once more, before setting his clothes neatly on the desk. Patting it down to remove it of any lint that couldn’t accrued on the bag, before setting the nicely wrapped gift atop of it, adorning it with a letter signed to him.

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9:00pm

Vox groggily walked back into his office, after his “productive” meeting with Valentino on his public image. Not a word went to that moth’s head. One ear and out the freaking other.

He closed his eyes, plopping down unceremoniously into his chair, not even bothering for the brooding dramatics this time.

Rubbing his eyes, he really contemplated calling it quits early tonight. But alas, Vox never does, that’s the mantra of a workaholic.

His digital eyes fluttering open once more, he gazed upon the clothes neatly laid there for him. Smiling he looked at it before his smile turned into confusion. Why was there a box? Wrapped with a ribbon…?

He slowly and gently grabbed onto the small box, unwrapping it like an inpatient child on Christmas morning, only to reveal a new bow tie, the one he ached for the entire day.

This one was nicer though, how she scrounged up some money to “buy it”, he didn’t know, but he was eternally grateful.

His eye caught the letter that was now sitting beside where the box was, it fell off when Vox took the box. He held the envelope and slit the seal with his claw like a letter opener.

“Dear Vox,

I sincerely apologize for this morning. I was out of line. I just don’t really know how to process everything. I feel like you’d understand being mechanical and all, but I don’t know how to process emotion.

Normally, I feel nothing towards anyone, but there’s something weird going on. This strangely warm feeling in my chest and my face, I feel clammy around you, and you specifically.

Feel free to ignore this, but here’s my number. Contact me if you are willing to help my predicament. Enjoy the gift regardless, you deserve it. Also, stop coming to work at 5 in the morning. You’re not sneaky, I see when you’ve clocked in on your schedule.

-(Y/n) (L/n)”

Vox was beaming, a pure genuine smile. He might be a lovestruck fool, but she’s ignorantly in love.

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Word Count: 2,540

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tiyawnyana · 7 months

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Kinktober : Day 15

Size Difference

A/N: in this fic he is a mountain and you (and me) are ready to climb

Pairing: Ao'nung x (fem) Omiticaya Sully

Warnings: soft, pining, teasing, size difference scenting, fingering, p in v, belly bulge, creampie

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It's been two years since your family departed from the Metkayina clan. Two years since you felt your heart crack. Two years of sadness at leaving your second home.

You had grown accustomed quick, learned quicker of the techniques and styles of the metkayina; and it was all thanks to the Olo'eyktans children.

You missed them terribly and it grew more. Even when the war ended, even after you grew again as a warrior of the Omiticaya, you couldn't seem to stop missing them.

So you decided to visit them, decided to pack your things and strap your bags onto your ikran to be out for a while. Your heart longed to swim along the waves, so with a tearful bye from your family and a tablet shoved into your chest, you took off. Unsurprisingly, your little brother, Lo'ak, decided to join you. So together, you took off and after an 8 hour ikran flight, 2 hour break total in between stops, you grinned with pure happiness at the sight of the mountains and village beneath it, littered across the beaches. You yip loud and clear, alerting your brother, who yells in happiness.

The horn is loud, and the metkayina are immediately bustling towards the clearing along the sand. You two circle around before gently landing, and people are shoved out of the way by a grinning Tsireya. She books it to Lo'ak and tackles him into the sand, smothering him with kisses. His face is flushed as he snickers.

You grin fondly, petting your ikran and disconnecting your bags from his back.

Tonowari and Ronal greet you fondly, happy for you and your brothers safe arrival before dispersing.

Tsireya is lifting your brother from the ground when suddenly, a hand grips your bicep and tugs you into a chest. You gasp in surprise, those arms wrapping tight and completely surrounding your body. A small coil of delight stirs in your gut.

You try to crane your head up but to no avail.

"Nung! Let her go, skxawng!"

You suck in a breath.

This guy surrounding you is Ao'nung? The Ao'nung that you'd spent these last two years longing for? Dear Eywa.

The arms slowly release you, but those hands hold your biceps. You eye those hands with a gulp in surprise. You're finally able to look at him but realize you now have to crane your head back to actually make eye contact.

God. How does an attractive person get even hotter? Holy hell.

His jawline was more prominent, the left half of his face having beautiful jagged tattoos that curled over the top of his browbone. His hair too, had grown a ton, and now sported a half up cornrowed hairstyle, the rest flowing freely down his back it gorgeous silky curls. He had shot up in height, and seemingly was way stockier in muscle too. God.. his biceps alone had to be two, no, three times yours! His chest was more defined as well, and tapered down into his small waist and god you feel your face grow warm. You've been blatantly checking him out!

You lift your gaze to his immediately and inhale sharply as it seems he's done the same.. a small smirk on his face.

Sure, you grew in height but still remained shorter than the metkayina. You were stronger, more defined muscles but it was lean muscle, more agile strength for flight and life in the forest. You knew you had curved slightly as well, around your hips and bottom. Surely the avatar genes you had thanks to your father.

Your hair had grown, pulled back in those neat braids but you insisted on your own twist; braiding about halfway before allowing the rest to curl naturally. You had really grown into yourself, especially your confidence.

His eyes finally lock with yours before a cocky grin grows on his lips.

"Hey, shorty," he teases.

You snort, rolling your eyes,"Didn't expect you to sprout up like a damn tree," you turn, grabbing your bag off of your ikran only for it to get snatched from your grip,"Hey!"

He snorts,"You've had a long travel, come, I'll bring you to your marui."

You roll your eyes before patting your ikran and following after Ao'nung.

He takes up the path, people part to make space for him and you can't help the chuckle bubbling from your throat. He peers back at you, a questioning glint in his eyes before fondly rolling his eyes. Soon enough, he opens the flaps to the marui, the one that you had shared with your family. You had expected it to be vacant and empty, but you're surprised to find flowers draped around, vines drooping from the roof. You grin in delight and surprise, looking around in awe while placing down your bed mat.

"Oh, you won't need that," he snorts, gently placing down your bags.

You raise an eyebrow at him, confused, before he leads you a separated portion of the marui. You become familiar again with the layout, smiling softly, before gasping when he opens the flap.

Your old room had been shared with your sisters, but now is your own. And again, you expected it to be barren, but in it lies a huge nest bed; handmade blankets and pillows piled together. Little lanterns with glowing bugs are by the bed, trinkets placed neatly around the room. You nearly tear up at the realization that they're things that you had made with the people, crafted or caught.

You turn to Ao'nung, who stands by the entry, a small soft smile on his face.

"I- I have no words.." a watery smile takes over your lips.

"That is alright.." He says softly, pacing over to you before wrapping you up into another hug. Only this time, he crouches and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the floor as he stands. One arm cradles the back of your head, the other around your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck while nuzzling your face into the crook there. You relax against him, sagging into his hold and inhale his scent. Thankfully, that didn't change; an earthy underlying musk with a soft layer of sea breeze. You sigh happily.

"Really missed you," you mumble against him, to which he laughs lightly, nodding.

"You've no idea how much we missed you," he inhales,"how much I did."

You blush and you're grateful that he can't see your face.

You both stay there for a moment, just breathing eachother in. Unfortunately the moment is interrupted when Tsireya can be heard giggling in the main room, Lo'ak talking to her.

Ao'nung sighs, gently placing you back on your feet and gives you one last tight squeeze before letting go. He takes a step back, clearing his throat.

"There will be a celebration for you and your brothers return.. I- um, I left you something to wear. I will see you tonight," he bows his head, a small smile on his face before he leaves.

You look around the room, before spotting leaving wrappings on one of the flat surfaces. You quickly unwrap it before a soft gasp leaves you.

Tsireya comes to get you for the celebration and grins as you and Lo'ak follow her.

It seems she had gifted your brother a new tewng along with new jewelry and a specially crafted arm band. He practically beams in delight. Unfortunately he also teases you of your garb.

It seems that someone, or Ao'nung, (you weren't really sure if he had made it, but your hopes were up), had made a special necklace and matching tewng for you too.

The necklace has thinned and dried sea leaves intricately twisted and beaded to drape down your chest. There are leaves too, that creatively cover your breasts, and the best part were the specifically placed pearls. There are many, a few in a bunch surrounded by vibrant beads that almost look like flowers on your skin. At the center lies a beautiful flat shell, inner portion laying perfectly below your collar bones. And the tewng is soft against your thighs, curled sea leaves and entwined threads all braided beautifully together with beads around the waist and surprisingly enough, beads and pearls drape down, clinking as you walk.

You don't recall ever feeling more beautiful.

The drums are boisterous as you arrive. Lo'ak splits off and is swarmed by old friends, and Tsireya leads you to some of yours. You all chat for a bit before Tonowari and Ronal find you and your brother, announcing your great arrival. The celebration commences and you drink fermented oceanic fruits, a warm buzz settling into your bones.

You look around for Ao'nung, a growing want boiling up. A few warriors speak to you, wanting to catch your eye but you've already been caught. For too long now.

You finally find him, and when he spots you, you sweat your heart flies out of your chest. God, he made himself a similar tewng to the one strapped around your waist. You grin, beelining to him through the crowd.

"Ao'nung!" You greet him with glee, hands catching his arm.

"Tiyawn," he grins down at you. His breath smells of the same fermented fruit,"How are you enjoying your evening?"

"It's just beyond wonderful, thank you," and in a moment of feeling bold-ish due to the buzz in your system, you lean to his ear whilst tugging him down to whisper,"Thank you for your gift, it's absolutely beautiful."

He grins, ears perking up adorably,"Beautiful gift for a beautiful woman." Then he tugs you by your waist to lean into his side.

You blush hot when he thumbs at the band of your tewng around your waist. You can't stop the pooling of arousal you feel- God, you'd never craved him more. All those years of being away seems to have boiled up hot and heavy and you shudder. You couldn't be with anyone after realizing your feelings for him. It was impossible to imagine being under- or over another navi and it not be him.

You're interrupted from your thoughts when the music changes, and the Na'vi begin a more sensual dance. Hips rolling together, more touchy against one another.

A tall navi, not as tall as Ao'nung, approaches you with a shy grin.

"Ao'nung, hello," he greets politely, receiving a respectful nod in response. The male returns his gaze to you,"I am Rádyn, we were brief friends before?"

You grin, nodding,"I remember!" And step forward to hug him lightly,"It is so nice to see everyone again, I missed it."

"We all missed having you and your family here as well," he grins,"I was wondering if I could maybe take you to dance?"

Your eyes widen, especially when the hand holding the band of your tewng changes to grip the base of your tail. You release a squeak, sucking in a breath at the jolt of surprising pleasure that rises up your spine.

"She has a partner," Ao'nung gruffly responds.

You look at him in masked surprise before nodding to Rádyn, smiling softly in thanks,"but thank you for the offer! Perhaps next time?"

He had looked down at the refusal, but grins happily and leaves.

You snicker before gasping as he squeezes your tail.

"Wait- hey!" You smack his wrist and he huffs, releasing your tail,"I do believe you owe me a dance?"

You smirk up at him, and he quirks a brow before nodding.

"Seems I do, tiyawn," he walks forward, grasping your hand and leading you into the crowd.

The beat is still sensual, and to your surprise it seems it's basically just young adults and older couples gyrating against eachother.

He grips your waist now, tugging your back into his chest,"Just follow my lead," he whispers to you, then guides your hips to move with his. His hands are so large, covering your hips, circling your stomach and he controls your movements. You lean back against him, trailing one hand up to hold high, wrapping around the back of his neck.

Your body feels like it's on fire. Hot arousal coursing down your body to pool between your legs.

Ao'nung leans his head down, mouth next to your temple,"Perfect, tahni," his voice rasps. You can't stop the shiver racing up your spine.

You turn around in his hold, pressing your chest firm to his, or moreso his abs. He fixes his hold on you, still controlling around your waist but as the beat changes slightly, he wedges a thigh between yours. Because of his height, his thigh presses right into your core and you gasp, clinging onto his biceps weakly.

"Something wrong?" He teases before rocking your hips over the muscle of his thigh. You pant, forehead leaning against his peck.

You whine breathelessly before breathing hard,"Not at all," you lean back to smirk at him. Your gaze trails down to his lips, then back up to his eyes; you can't stop thinking about dragging him off and finally kissing away that smirk.

He still sways you to the beat, but manages to grind you down against his thigh periodically. You can feel your tewng covering your pussy growing wetter and you bite your lip in a poor attempt to stifle your moans.

He again leans down to breathe at your temple,"You look delicious," he grins, then breathes in your scent,"Smell it, too."

You feel a warm blush on your cheeks, shaking your head fondly. You notice his gaze is drifting around your chest, those beads and sea leaves swaying with your movements.

"I want to thank you again for your gift," you start, breathing out softly before feeling more bold,"Perhaps you could help me take it off later?"

He jolts, eyes wide as he gaze down at you.

You immediately think you've gone too far, so you open your mouth, ready to laugh, to make it a joke, but you stop with a choked out gasp when he grinds your hips down against his thigh and leans down to your ear.

"Gladly," he whispers, then kisses your cheek tenderly.

You lean against him completely and just let him sway you to the beat, hot blush on your cheeks and arousal in your gut.

After a while of dancing, he pulls you from the crowd. You almost feel uncomfortable in your tewng now, wetness having cooled there just slightly. He drags you off to the outskirts, deciding to speak with his family as the party goes on. But he keeps a firm grip around your tail, thumb stroking the base.

After a bit, you grow impatient, staring out around the crowd. You don't even hear the conversation he is having, too buzzed and too aroused.

You huff, turning to him with a hungry look in your eyes,"I am retiring early, I do hope to see you soon?"

He smirks, nodding, before watching you leave. He follows soon after, bidding a Goodnight before booking it to your marui.

By the time he throws the flap open, then secures it tight behind him, you're buzzing with nerves. You stand there, waiting, gawking at him in surprise. You didn't expect him to be right behind you.

He takes two big steps towards you to cup your face, leaning down and smothering you with a deep and heavy kiss. You groan into him, surprised, before grabbing at his shoulders. He kisses you hard, invading your mouth wholeheartedly and drifts his hands down your body to grab under your butt, sliding you up his body until he wraps your legs around his waist. He grinds your hips down against his rising cock and you whine into his mouth before he pulls back, kissing down your neck sloppily as he walks you down to your room.

"Great mother- tahni, I have dreamt of you, craved you these last two years." He huffs, peeling the flap open,"Never wanted anything more in my life; you are a gift beyond anything else."

He's quick to press you down into that nest, dropping the weight of his hips into yours and grinding into you.

"Oh- Ao'nung, ah!" You moan, blinking fast as his movements have him grinding against your pulsing clit.

"Yeah, oh- want to make you mine," he nips against your neck,"For everyone to see. You're mine- I'm yours, all those warriors be damned."

You can only gaze at him, stifling your moans badly.

"Help- get this off," you struggle with the top.

"I'd love to fuck you while you wear it sometime.."

"That can be arranged," you giggle.

Finally, he helps peel it from your body and soon enough unties your tewng, tossing it to the side. He groans at the sight before darting down, sucking marks into your chest, sucking over your nipples as well as you whine needily.

He hurries up, seemingly impatient as he yanks off his own tewng. His cock is already out of his sheath and you gawk at it, pure bewilderment.

"What the fuck? You packing a weapon at all times?" You joke.

He snorts, rolling his eyes but refocuses, hand pressing you down soft as his other hand prods at your hole before sinking two fingers in quick, an embarrassing sound making you cover your face. He quickly spreads you open, thrusting just as fast while sucking over your other nipple. He bites over the plushy flesh of your breast and you whimper. His fingers alone fill you deeply, stretching your walls gradually and desperately.

His cock rubs heavy against your inner thigh and you can't help but reach down, taking him in your palm and stroking firm. God, your hand doesn't even wrap around it. He grunts, hips bucking against your small hand.

You smack at the wrist that fingers into you and he pulls out, then you guide the tip to your entrance.

"Please- please, hurry," your voice is shakey but wanting.

He hovers above you, absolutely huge in comparison and he grins, loving how he towers over you now.

Ao'nung presses into you, tip slowly sinking in before popping in.

You both groan. He stretches you wider than you anticipated, hissing in slight discomfort as he continues to press into you. His cock is long, thick and heavy, you've never felt fuller and he still hasn't bottomed out.

Inch after inch, he presses in. Soon but not soon enough, he finally presses his hips flush to yours. Your thighs are trembling and you're breathing heavy, but God do you feel wonderful. You glance down, and an audible gasp turning into a shocked, punched out moan. You can distinctly see the bulge in your lower stomach. He glances down before gritting his teeth hard, grunting. But his hands move up, gripping over your waist and pulling back, then quickly shoving himself back into your pulsing cunt. He begins a steady rhythm and his eyes remain on the bulge in your belly.

"Oh- fuck, fuck, Ao'nung!" You moan out, back arching.

He lifts his hands, wrapping then entirely around your waist, fingers overlapping at your back, and you suck in a gasp, but soon release a strangled moan when his thumbs press over the skin where the bulge forms.

You can't breathe, can't think, too high already on that crest and your hips roll against his. You cling to him desperately, a constant stream of moans tumbling from your lips.

You bring your own hand down to press against the bulge; your fingers press against where you know the tip lays nestled and the groan he releases has you nearly melting into the fabrics beneath you.

He fucks into you harder and faster, groaning and dipping his head down to the crook of your neck. He huffs there.

"Wanted you since forever, yawne, wanted to claim you then. Even moreso now," he grunts, hips slowing to down but heightening in strength.

"Do it, whats stopping you- oh, god!," you challenge, grinning breathlessly and breaking off into a moan as the tip rubs hard into your walls.

He exhales, then lifts you up. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders; he resumes his hard pace, almost using your cunt like a living sex toy, and god you can't enough of it. He grinds your body down, then drags you up, nearly brutal but you love it.

The raw need is evident. You were so thankful that this wasn't one sided- you'd needed him since you suffered your first heat. You remember how desperate you were, humping into your hand on the outskirts of the beach in one of the private maruis. You had wished then just like now that he would just take you, make you his anytime he wanted.

Your pussy leaks profusely, dripping down his thighs with your slick as he grinds you down onto his cock.

"Ao- Ao'nung! Please, please," you babble, head tilted back as you gasp and moan out little sounds.

"Eywa- you're even more perfect than before," he cups the back of your neck, dragging you up slightly to mouth at your throat,"Gonna' fill you up so everyone can smell me on you- in you."

Your cunt tightens around him and you nod dumbly.

He presses you back down against the blankets but then lays his weight on you, elbows coming to brace himself on either side of your head, effectively holding you down as he rolls his hips in short but mind wracking thrusts. You cling around his chest, nails dragging down his back. Your thighs are wrapped around his waist and you tighten them, making his thrusts sloppier.

"I've wanted you since my first heat- since before that," you moan out, gazing up at him.

He smiles breathlessly,"Wanted you since you first came off that ikran all those years ago."

He leans down to kiss you soft, gentle, but keeps his thrusts hard and quick.

You whine against his mouth, that coil tightening up too quick for you to prepare yourself before it snaps.

Your head goes back, disconnecting from his lips as you tighten up around him, cunt pulsing and slick squirting out of you as you cum. The moan you release is long, whiney and embarrassing as it echoes out of your room.

He moans, thrusting a few more times until he presses hard against you, hot cum filling you until it too squirts out around his cock. It creates a white ring around his base and he shudders, head coming to rest next to yours.

You breathe for a moment, still struggling but the feeling is better than anything you could've imagined.

After a few minutes, he grips around your waist, rolling over until you're straddling him. His cockhead rubs hard against your cervix and you release a strangled moan.

You look down again and sigh shakily; his cock bulging from your inner walls is even more prominent now. You really can't believe nor get over how absolutely huge he got.

The hands around your waist lift you only your drop you down his length.

You glare down at him, still breathless but he only grins innocently.

"What, you thought I was done after one round?"

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A/N: I wanted a sweet build up and I'm really happy with how this went. I do feel like I could be working on my descriptions better with outside of intimacy moments tho

Also you end up being fucked into next Tuesday and waking up early afternoon the next day, hickeys down your neck, in your inner thighs and still leaking cum from your cunt. When he said he wanted everyone to smell him on you he wasn't kidding.

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@akoyaxs

(Lmk if you want to be added!)

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar kinktober #avatar way of water #kinktober #aonung #ao'nung smut #aonung x reader #aonung smut #aonung fluff

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lovrsm · 6 months

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ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ

sum: in which your brother invites you to a party, and oh god, you're so glad you accepted.

word count: 2.4k

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: drinking, curse words & insinuation of cheating.

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

"you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

Monaco was such a lovely place, when my brother had told me about it I thought he was exaggerating. I mean, it wouldn't be that weird if he had, he's always excited about everything, he's the kind of guy who makes you see as if the world is made of bright rainbow colors, and I believe him.

I arrived from the airport about 2 hours ago, I was on my way to the hotel where Lando was staying, he told me he got another room for me. How could I say no?

He called me yesterday at about 3pm

"No, I'm telling you, IT WILL BE THE PARTY OF THE YEAR!" he screamed over the phone, making me laugh.

"Lando, I just came from signing with my sponsors, they expect me to write more songs in a 4 months period, you know how complicated that's going to be?" I exhaled, taking off my heels, tossing them across the room as I lay down on the couch. I was exhausted.

"C'mon, you'll have plenty of things to write songs about, look, I can already hear it!" he started to hum a catchy tone, making the corners of my mouth go up. "Lando... Jake won't be able to be there, god, I don't even know if he'll want me to be there, you know?"

I could already see him in the doorway telling me where am I.

Sure, he was on canada filming, but what if he finds out?

"I'm not even letting you say no, I'm already booking tickets, get all you need, you can even shop here if you want, I just want my sister with me tomorrow night with me"

"You better go get me at the airport Lando Norris."

"I wont let you down peanut" He chuckled and hung up on me.

Well he kinda let me down, he couldn't come get me due to some last minute meeting he had. I don't really mind, I know having a busy life is exhausting.

I thanked the taxi driver giving his a generous tip, my bodyguard helped me get out my suitcases, I had a hoodie and black sunglasses, he had a casual outfit so we wouldn't stand out.

For being a top artist in the whole world, I did not like having that much security. But it was an obligation, not an option, I had to stick to what my manager and team asks me to do.

After a busy day of shopping and walking around the streets, I could barely feel my feet. I had gotten a beautiful short red dress. Perfect fit for the occasion. It was just 7p.m. and Lando had texted me he was on his way to my dorm.

The door opened to reveal my very festive brother in the other side "You're here!" "I'm here!" I screamed back jumping into his arms.

We catched up, he was telling me about how he checked the track, for the next season, since we were in December. Although I never really understood racing, when we were kids our parents would take us out to the karts, and I'd always crash while he was beating all of us who tried to play.

He focused on sports and I focused on music, since I was 12 years old I learned to play the guitar. My mom used to tell me that I was a genius at writing songs, I guess many people think the same.

Time passed by too fast, with him I felt like an hour were just 5 minutes.

After hating each other all our childhood, we became closer than ever after my career and his took off. I think it was because we were twins, we hated it when people said we acted the same, because physically we are not alike at all. I am so much prettier, obviously.

it was already 8 o'clock "I'm leaving, I should get ready, do you wanna come with me?"

"I'd stopped talking to you if you let me get there alone, I know none of these guys Lando."

"I'm sure you'll know somebody miss famous." He bumped my shoulder and left my room, entering to his which was next door.

I took my time getting ready. God, I love being a woman. I took a bath, fixed my hair, put on my make-up and finally there was the dress, hanging on the bathroom door. I think it is one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen in my life.

How did I manage to put on the mini dress correctly by myself? I don't even know, but I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. God if only someone could look at me.

Oh wait! There is someone, I grabbed my phone to click his name, my phone started to ring. I waited patiently, but he did not answer. So I called him once more, this time he did answer.

I heard loud music and singing in the back. "What do you need?" he asked, I could hear the irritation in his voice. "I wanted to hear from you, we haven't talked-"

"We talked last Monday, wasn't that enough? I'm busy." He interrupted me.

"Where are you?" I asked intrigued this time.

"Uhm... I'm in the bar with some friends"

"Oh and that's just more important than your girlfriend?" I raised my voice at him, I was now sitting the edge on the bed.

"Look, I don't want to fight, just call me later." He said, basically hanging the phone. "Jake..." I said before he could do so.

"What?" He sounded desperate. "Take care." I said.

"Ok" He hung. I felt disgusted, why? not idea, I just felt dirty, as if I was forcing him to talk to me. I took some deep breathes so I could calm my nerves down.

I don't even want to go out anymore.

I tried hard not to cry, I wasn't going to ruin my makeup over some small argument, I'm sure tomorrow we'll be alright, we always end up alright.

It felt as an eternity till I heard a knock on my door, I quickly grabbed my bag, looked in the mirror once more to fix my dark wavy hair, and rushed to the door. I opened it, in the side was Lando, his back on the wall while he was looking at his phone.

He turned it off and looked at me, I smiled "Ready to go Peanut?"

"Lets go"

We finally got to the club, electronic music was blasting off, people were already drunk, and boy they didn't even tried to hide it.

We had to basically run to the VIP area, I didn't said anything to my bodyguard about this, besides, he can use a break.

Lando was immediately greeted by everyone who was in the room. "LANDO!" A man screamed to him "Ayee, we're here!" He said hugging the man, and patting him in the back. "you're so late, you were the only ones missing!"

"we're here Pierre, I'd like to present to you all my sister!" He hugged me by the side and I waved with a smile on my face. It seemed that most of them recognized me, because some of them just stood there in shock "Hey everyone, ready to get wasted?" I laughed, that made them less tense and cheered, lifting their cups.

Lando gave a me a sweet kiss in my head, "see, you'll be fine, have some fun peanut!" I let go and we both went our own way.

I started to talk to a girl, her name is Kika, I learnt she was the girlfriend of a guy named Pierre Gasly. I've heard about him but no one ever told me how fun his girlfriend was!

"Girl, you should try this margarita, the most wholesome thing you'll have in your life!"

She was not kidding with that. In a few minutes, I had asked for... about 5 of them, or maybe just 13.

I had talked to everyone in the room by 10 pm, they were all so fun, and the energy was of another planet.

"Yeah, and then Max would make that grumpy face. I swear he looks like and old man!"

"very mature Lando, so mature." I bursted out laughing. "LECLERC HAS ARRIVED!" I heard someone scream in the entrance, and in seconds half of the group was there greeting the guy.

I decided I was going to take something else than a margarita. I walked up to the bartender, who definitely did not understood me. I don't know if I was speaking too softly or if I was just way too drunk to talk, but I decided to leave, I turned around and bumped into someone.

I was about to loose my balance till his arms were wrapped around my waist, I was able to stand straight. "are you alright?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes, green eyes "what?"was all I could manage. "Are you alright?" He asked again, I now noticed a thick accent, I bursted out laughing for that.

He looked so confused, he let go and chuckled with me. For a second it was as if the whole club was quiet. I looked again at him, and I immediately looked down at the floor. He grabbed my hand, the lights went out for a second and my world spun. My legs were about to give up.

His touch was... it was, god I can't even say it.

"I'm Charles, what's your name?"

I bit my lip, what went out of my mouth was definitely not what I wanted to say. "Do you always talk like that?" I asked a bit to seriously, I chuckled so that I wasn't that rude.

"Yeah, my first language isn't english."

"Huh." I said, I felt as if he had a goddamn magnetic field and it was pulling me towards him, I couldn't stand it.

I ran off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing alone next to the bar.

All night.

All night I couldn't stop thinking about him, his hand touching my hand in the darkened room...

and I made fun of the way he talked.

I'm never drinking again.

Yet there I was, in the bar once more, asking for whiskey. Mature, so mature.

I kept bouncing back and forth between the people there, once I saw Charles walking to my way, I would ran to the other side of the room.

I have a boyfriend for gods sake! I can't be thinking these unhealthy things about him.

But, I mean, can you blame me?

Look at him.

His first two buttons were unbottened which made him look so attractive. And you should see his dimples, he's so gorgeous it actually fucking hurts!

"So you're not going to talk to me?" I heard a voice behind my ear. His chest touching my back. I didn't move, but I did answer.

"Who said I wasn't going to?" I asked playfully, with a grin on my face, knowing he couldn’t see me.

He hummed in my ear, before he turned me to look him in the eye, he grabbed my neck, but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he brought his lips back to my ear.

"Then why do you keep running, huh?" His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I was dumbfolded by his actions, he took a step back to look at me.

I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely taking him in. I looked at his dimples because of the grin he had in his face. His eyebrows, his slightly sweaty hair, with pieces of it falling into his face.

I couldn't help myself, I noticed how he looked into my eyes, and then to my mouth.

What if..?

I asked to myself, I closed my eyes and got closer to him, waiting for a kiss. But he grabbed me by my hips pulling me back.

"You're far too drunk, ma chou" I heard and opened my eyes, he gave me a sympathetic smile. I felt dumb for a second, but after seeing his face... I think I might be falling.

"Why don't we leave, would you like that?" I hugged him, my head in his neck. I nodded as fast as I could. He grabbed me and in a second, we were in his car.

For sure the alcohol got to my head that night.

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #scuderia ferrari #lando #gorgeous

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thatacotargirl · 6 days

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Hiii, I saw your posts about taking requests! (loving Shadows and Surprises btw 👏)

How about a nice fluffy one-shot (take your pick of the bat-boys 😊) where reader wakes up on her cycle with bloody sheets and bad cramps, and she starts apologising about the sheets but she's in a lot of pain, but he immediately takes care of her and pampers her (changes sheets, runs her a bath, gives tea and chocolate, lots of cuddles and kisses, etc)

Ahhh I love this, it's so cute! Thank you so much for the request - I hope enjoy!

Inbox is open for requests so please do send any through!

Warnings: blood, vomit, general pain (?)

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

It had been a few months since Rhysand had introduced you to his Inner Circle. What started off as a small part-time job working on his accounts and book-keeping turned into a full-time lifestyle. After the first 2 weeks of proving yourself invaluable to him and his Court, Rhys invited you to move into the House of Wind and work alongside him full-time. Your tiny studio apartment with mould, rats, and goodness knows what else inside the walls was not the most luxurious of lifestyles, and you had already grown so attached to the rest of the Inner Circle that you jumped at the opportunity. It also helped that you had developed a teeny tiny crush on the delicious male that was Cassian, so living in the same home as him made life just that little bit sweeter.

Life had, truthfully, never been better.

Yet today, you felt sluggish. Tired. Frustrated. And what made it worse was that you had no reason to feel that way. You had slept well, eaten well, trained that morning - you should be at the peak of your health. But today was finding every possible way to challenge you. After confusing an 8 for a 3 for the third time that afternoon, you threw your pen across the study in complete exasperation. What was going on!

At that moment, the study door cracked on a touch, and the familiar scent of Cassian wafted in.

"Are you ok in here y/n? I heard a bang?". A bang was an understatement considering you had chucked a gigantic book on the floor in your frustration that near shook the House.

"Yes I am fine" you replied through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and look at him. You had tears in your eyes for reasons you could not explain, and you didn't want him to see you like that. Why on earth were you now crying over a 3?!

Cassian walked over to you and gently held your chin, pulling your face to look at him. You breathed in his scent, feeling an instant calm, and took a deep breath. When your eyes met his, Cassian looked at you with concern.

"You look exhausted, y/n, have you been sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes, Cassian, I have been sleeping - I think I'm just having a bad day that's all" you replied, a little too harshly, pulling your eyes away from his so he couldn't see the tears re-forming in response to his gentle worrying. You response made Cassian's concern grow, so he bent down, scooped you off the chair, and carried you out of the study.

"CASSIAN PUT ME DOWN" you shouted, smacking at his shoulders, mindful to avoid his wings.

"Not a chance. You look like you need to sleep, and considering you nearly bit my head off when I asked, I am insisting that you at least humour me with a one hour nap" he retorted, carrying you up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed that you passed your own bedroom door, and had been walked straight into Cassian's. He put you down on his bed and walked over to draw his curtains. You started to protest, but you couldn't deny that his bed was particularly comfy, and his scent had such a calming effect on you that your lids were already getting heavy.

"Sleep", Cassian said, pulling the duvet up to your chin. "I will wake you in an hour".

You wanted to argue back, but you hadn't truly realised how tired you were, and with the warmth, the scent, the darkness, the quiet, you found yourself quickly drifting off for your Cassian-prescribed nap.

The door creaked open exactly one hour late, and Cassian froze. He couldn't sense a threat, couldn't see anyone in his room besides you still curled up asleep in his bed, but he could scent blood. He padded over to you, concern lacing his voice as he gentle called your name and shook your shoulder to wake you.

"y/n? It's been an hour, are you ready to get up?" he asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. You stirred and slowly leant up on your elbows, peering at him with half-asleep eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly felt yourself hit with an intense stomach cramp and your mouth watered with nausea. You flew from the bed, pushing Cassian to the side as you headed straight for his bathroom. A few moments later and Cassian was beside you, holding your hair and rubbing your back.

When you had finished, he carefully leaned you back against the edge of the bathtub.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his face etched with worry.

"Better now I think", you replied, "I'm so sorry Cassian I don't know what came over me, maybe I ate something funny, I was feeling a bit off all day before you found me".

"So when I asked if you were ok earlier, you lied" he said, although the corners of his mouth tipped up into a small smile.

"Potentially" was all you could get out, before another wave of pain and nausea took over your body and you crawled back towards the toilet.

"I'm just going to head down and get you a glass of water, ok? Stay here" he ordered, before turning quickly on his heels and heading out.

After you had finished, Cassian still hadn't returned, so you decided to hoist yourself up and get back into his bed, feeling a bit better on the nausea side - although still having some stomach cramps. It was when you reached the side of the bed you had been sleeping on that you looked down and saw the large pool of blood covering the bed sheets. Gazing down, you realised it was not only covering the bed, but also covering you - bright red coating the entire inside seam of your pale blue leggings, almost down to your knees. You shook violently, panic and embarrassment taking over your entire body. You quickly threw Cassian's pillows on the floor and started to tear at the bedding, wanting to get it off and change it as quickly as you could before he could realise, but you had barely got half of the bed sheet off the giant bed before Cassian re-appeared in the doorway.

You turned to face him, a tray in his hands, and crumpled onto the floor. This is exactly what you needed today - the hot General that you have a major crush on has tried to do something nice for you and you have completely put your foot in it and destroyed his bed. Great. Just fab.

"Hey hey" Cassian quickly put the tray on his desk before dropping down to your level. "What's the matter?" he asked. You couldn't even get the words out between your sobs, gesturing blindly at the bed and yourself. You hid your face in your hands, utterly mortified.

Cassian's confusion was so evident that you dared to glance up at him. "Are you ok?" was all he asked. You nodded, then shook your head, then resumed sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and let you continue until your tears turned to small sniffs.

"I guessed when I opened the door" he said quietly, his hands stroking through your hair. "Your mad dash to the toilet was all the confirmation I needed - you almost sent me flying off the bed and, whilst I train you well, you're not normally that strong" he teased.

"I'm so sorry" was all you could get out, head still buried in his chest.

"Nonsense, what is there to be sorry about?" he asked.

"I ruined your bed".

Cassian laughed and helped you both stand up. "I quite literally cause people to bleed for a living. A bit on my bed is hardly cause for concern". He guided you over to the tray he had brought upstairs.

"So, I have got you some peppermint tea to help with the nausea, Rhys gave me a tonic he gives to Feyre to help with the pain - but he said Feyre always complains about how bad it tastes, so there's a lemon drop sweet for after just in case - and I stole a slice of Elain's chocolate cake that was in the fridge because I thought you might like that - oh and some cheese. I'm not sure why, but I thought you might want some, I always think cheese helps make any situation better, but maybe not if you've been sick..."

He was so excited as he showed you all the goodies he had found for you that your embarrassment fell away completely, even though you realised he must have announced your situation to the entire house downstairs. Before you could make any comment, he grasped your shoulders and walked you back to the bathroom, where the House had run you a lavender scented bath.

"Hop in the bath, freshen up, and you can enjoy the cake" he said, with a beam. He handed you a fresh set of pyjamas he had taken from your room and closed the door behind himself to give you some privacy.

After your soak, you changed and headed back into his bedroom. The sheets were fresh, with no sign of your incident, and Cassian was lounging on his side with a book in hand. You noticed that the book you had been reading, a smutty romance recommended by the House, was resting on the other pillow. Cassian must have grabbed it from your room when he got the pyjamas. He smiled at you when you came back and offered you a hand to climb onto the bed next to him.

"You are staying in here tonight, ok?" he said, "I don't want you to be alone and refuse help if you need it, especially since you were so stubborn earlier".

You laughed, quite happy to stay in Cassian's bed. He pulled the tray over to you both and offered you the peppermint tea and a fork for the chocolate cake.

"OH WAIT, take the tonic first!" he said, handing it to you. Feyre was right, it was disgusting. But, it did help the dull ache in your stomach, enough so that you were able to happily enjoy your slice of stolen chocolate cake. You made a mental note to apologise to Elain tomorrow.

After you were quite full and content, and had settled down to read for a while, you felt your eyes getting heavy again. Cassian noticed, and pulled you into him. You revelled in the comfort, enjoying every moment of it - you didn't think you'd ever get another chance to be this close to him and you certainly weren't going to pass it up.

"Sleep", he said "it'll help". He started to read aloud from his book, helping you to ease into a deep, deep sleep. One of the best sleeps of your life.

"Thank you, Cassian, for everything" you mumbled, eyes closed.

"You are welcome, y/n" he replied, pulling you closer to his body.

You were silent then, your body and eyes heavy, your brain slowly quieting and shutting down for the night. You felt Cassian lean down, assuming you had fallen asleep, and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. As sleep called to you, you heard him very quietly whisper into the dark, "I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, y/n".

#a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar x y/n #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian imagine #cassian x y/n #acotar imagine #acotar oneshot

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cassandrasimplex · 6 months

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Listen, when I say, as an abuse survivor, that Astarion's storyline is written with care, delicacy, and profound understanding: Since I completed it a few days ago, which I found incredibly cathartic and fulfilling due to points of commonality with the nature and causes of my CPTSD, I've been sleeping 7-8 hours a night straight through (instead of 3-5 at a time), my resting heart rate has dropped almost 10 beats per minute, I've had zero nightmares (based not just on what I remember but also on how much I move and talk in my sleep), and my fitness tracker wants to know what I've been doing different lately and whether I can keep it up.

I don't expect this change to be permanent or even long-lasting, but not even months of therapy at a time have ever had a positive effect so strong my tracker picked up on it. Not even when I was in crisis mode and only able to sleep 2 or 3 hours a day was therapy able to improve my sleep and my well-being so immediately. Astarion's storyline from finding Cazador's prisoners to the final confrontation, which took me a bit over an hour, did. If you want to count all the narrative build-up to that climax that gave it meaning, call it six weeks' investment for such a dramatic improvement.

The idea that trauma-aware roleplay can help people with PTSD and especially CPTSD find short-term peace and even a long-term improvement in overall functioning and mental health isn't new to me. I stumbled across it on my own, unguided, 30+ years ago. It's a bit newer to most therapists, but it's an approach used in experiential therapy and some related strategies and had been studied for much longer before its incorporation in such toolkits. But BG3 isn't being sold as therapy; it's being sold as a fun video game to play in one's free time.

The thing about CPTSD and recovery from abuse in general is that you have to practice new ways of reacting to the world. Therapies like cognitive behavior therapy focus on helping the patient replace old, maladaptive patterns of thinking that helped them survive a traumatic situation but hinder functioning in safer environments with intentionally-created ones that would have been too dangerous to practice in the traumatic environment but are healthier and more supportive outside it. These patterns have to be practiced, though; it's not enough to just correct yourself once with a more affirming statement and wait for results. You have to do it over and over until it becomes your new default. And results matter. If practicing the new behavior or thought results in the kind of negative outcome it would have prompted in the original abusive situation, the effect is that the old, maladaptive pattern is reinforced instead: "See? I knew acting that way would be too dangerous. I knew thinking that way would just be lying to myself. I already know what's best. The way I've always behaved in order to survive is what serves to keep me safe."

Which is why Astarion's storyline is both so effective and so astonishingly well done. Over and over, you get the chance to reassure him that your friendship is not merely a set of opportunistic transactions, that you don't want to control him, that you see him as a person rather than a puppet or a tool, that he can refuse to manage your feelings for you or even outright hurt your feelings without being "punished" for it. You can comment out loud to him when you catch him being manipulative and tell him that's not how your friendship works while still accepting and supporting him as a person, as a friend. You can make your friendship with him an environment completely opposite in nature to his relationship with his abuser. You can teach him -- and, if you need it, yourself -- what a safe environment looks like. And you can teach him that his abuser's behavior was successful in an environment created specifically to reserve all power for the abuser, but doesn't serve as well outside that situation, to encourage him to find healthier ways of dealing with the world than the ones that were modelled for him within that trauma. (Am I projecting? Of course I'm projecting; that's precisely what makes roleplay such an effective tool. It's a natural human tendency that can be used to advantage.)

And somewhere in your psyche, if you're a person who needs to hear all that as much as Astarion does, your mind is taking note: "How I thought the whole world works was wrong. Only that one little part of the world worked that way. The world is much bigger than the limited environment that hurt me. There are better ways to live and be." The parts of the brain where trauma plants its deepest roots can't tell the difference between play and reality, between past and present. They can't tell the difference between "I can make a safer environment for this person in front of me" and "I can go back in time and make a safer environment for the person I used to be." (That's why so many abuse survivors feel compelled to help other abuse survivors -- empathy, yes, and identification, but on a deeper level than that; we try to become the person who never showed up to help us.)

And if "this person in front of me" happens to be a fictional character, well, it can't really tell the difference between fiction and reality either -- especially when the fiction has a visible face and an audible voice and convincing expression in both.

I'm not in the slightest saying, "Go out and buy BG3 to fix yourself!" because using roleplay as therapy is far too highly personal and variable to expect consistent results from a script. There might be people whose trauma is reinforced by the same things that spoke so soothingly to mine. Larian is a video game company, not a therapist. But I can't get over the way a video game company for fuck's sake has created such a sensitive, tender, supportive story that it can even accidentally function this way. They didn't have to go so hard. They didn't have to lean so far into empathy. They didn't have to bring so much realism into it. They could have just told an interesting story. They did tell an interesting story -- but someone here decided they needed to tell it so well, so powerfully, that they were going to need to know exactly what living through events like those would do to a person, and how a friend would have to act to support that person in working toward happiness and health.

Well fucking done, Larian. Extremely well fucking done.

And although I can't reasonably expect the current effects to last, I can carry something lasting from here on; I can add "What would I say to Astarion right now?" to the list of questions I ask myself when triggered, when I realize I'm experiencing an implicit flashback. What would I say to Astarion? What would I say to a friend? What would I say to someone I care about who's been through the same things I have? What would I say to myself if I thought I deserved to be happy and free?

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #astarion ancunin #Larian #ptsd #complex ptsd #cptsd #child abuse #abuse survivor

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Chapter 9 - Stay (Taking Chances)

Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.

Chapter Warnings: Slight language

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: ~3.4

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One blink, then two. The hum of the engine and vibration in the seat of the car reminded you where you were. There were so many emotions that coursed through you as you remembered: demons, monsters, Dean.

Your nose twitched as you smelled the air and your eyes were drawn over to Dean. The sun was out now–high in the sky.

“Dean?” You cleared your throat as you shifted in the passenger seat to sit up fully. He did a double take before he smiled.

“Morning, sunshine,” the gruffness to his words and the look on his face made your stomach flip–or was that hunger? You settled on a mixture of both.

“What time is it? Where are we?” You asked as you blinked a few more times to try to take in your surroundings.

“It’s about 8:30,” Dean answered as he glanced at the clock. “And we’re about an hour outside of Louisville, Kentucky.”

“Jesus, I slept for eight hours, Dean! You should’ve woken me up,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and felt around your hair inconspicuously. You didn’t want to give away that you were slightly concerned with what you looked like after passing out in the passenger seat. God, what if you drooled?! You swiped your fingers across your mouth quickly.

“Nah, you needed the sleep,” he answered simply. “You had a rough few days there.”

“Thanks,” you breathed. Suddenly your stomach groaned and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. “I’m starving. How about we stop and switch off again?”

“Sounds good to me,” he answered as he eyed the next exit.

“Let’s do fast food,” you said as he took the exit. “We can do a bathroom break and get it to go so we can get back on the road.”

It was a quick stop; you both used the bathroom and ordered breakfast sandwiches and hashbrowns to go and got back into the car to hit the road. You were thankful you felt fully rested.

“You should really try to get some rest,” the dark circles under Dean’s eyes, paired with how his eyelids looked super heavy, gave away that he was exhausted.

“You sure you’re good?” He gave you a side glance. You smiled and tapped the navigation system between you.

“I’ve got the map right here. I’m good,” you encouraged. He nodded once before he leaned back and closed his eyes.

The music played softly around you as you drove. You had tested it briefly about an hour after you had stopped, certain Dean had found a deep sleep by the sound of his soft snores.

You had to stop about four hours in for a quick bathroom break, but Dean hadn’t stirred. According to Google maps, you had just about two hours left now until you’d reach Lebanon.

“If you want it to be good girl, get yourself a bad boy,” you sang softly to the music that came through your speakers.

“What are you listenin’ to?” Dean’s voice was deep and gruff, still laced with remnants of sleep.

You felt like you jumped out of your skin and clutched at your chest as you sucked in a gasp of air.

“Jesus,” you muttered as you looked between him and the road. “Don’t do that!”

Dean chuckled as he pulled his hand over his face to wipe off the sleep. “Do what?” His lip picked upwards in a smirk.

“Scare me like that, you about gave me a heart attack,” you breathed as you tried to calm your heart as it thudded against your sternum.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he grinned as he adjusted his position on his seat. “But seriously, what is this noise?”

“The Backstreet Boys,” a smirk tugged at your lips as you drove. Dean wiped the sleep from his eyes and you stole a glance. “I told you I’d get you listening to some boy band classics.” You remembered back to when you first saw Dean again and you had walked around town, talking about all of your favorite things.

Dean audibly groaned. “How is this on your list of favorites?”

“Oh, this song did things to me back in the day,” you laughed softly.

“What kinda things?” Dean almost wiggled his eyebrows as he watched you. You just smirked and nibbled on your bottom lip with a shrug. “Uh uh,” he muttered, and without another thought he reached over and pulled your lip free with his thumb. “Keep that lip outta your teeth. It’s dangerous.”

Laughter bubbled in you once more. While you fully trusted Dean, there really hadn’t been any conversation about what this was between you now. Not after everything that had happened. It felt safer to change the topic.

“Only a few hours out now,” you glanced down at the navigation system. “I can stop for a bathroom break. Do you feel rested?”

Dean nodded. “Oh yeah, that’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while,” he said as he glanced at the map on the screen. “I should probably explain where Sam and I live to you before we get there.” He pulled at the back of his neck uncomfortably as you flipped on your turn signal to exit at the rest stop that was approaching.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him what your brain had mulled over while he slept. “About that,” you said slowly at first. “I don’t want to invade your space, Dean. I was thinking it might be best if I stay in a hotel close by. At least until we figure out what’s going on.” You left out the words between us and avoided eye contact. The distraction of keeping your eyes on the road was a good enough reason to not meet his gaze.

He was silent, maybe he wanted to try to find the right words, so you filled the gap with your reasoning.

“I just don’t want to invade your space—for you and for Sam. I’d still be close by, in case of emergencies or anything,” you explained and stole a glance as you pulled into a parking spot at the rest stop. You could no longer blame keeping your eyes on the road for not looking at him, and you were also curious as to how he felt or what he was thinking.

“You’re not invading our space,” he tried to assure you. “But, I understand if you’d be more comfortable in a hotel.” The words seemed painful as he said them, but he didn’t push back, and you appreciated that.

“Just for a few days, maybe,” you sighed. “This is all just a lot.”

Dean nodded. “I get that,” he agreed. “A few days.” He smiled to show you it was okay.

The rest of the drive had gone well, it was easy. Dean found a hotel that wasn’t far from where he lived, and Sam had met you both there with the Impala.

“Hey, Sam,” you smiled at the younger Winchester as Dean moved his bags from your trunk to the Impala’s back seat, and then hauled your bags out to carry into the hotel.

“Hey,” he smiled, though you felt as though something might be off. “How was the drive?”

“Not terrible,” you took a glance at Dean as he closed your trunk. Sam cleared his throat.

“Listen, I just want you to know, you staying with us isn’t imposing on me at all,” Sam’s words sounded like Dean had filled him in via text at the rest stop earlier. “You’re welcome to stay with us.” He lowered his gaze to make sure you could see his eyes. You knew he was being genuine.

“I appreciate it,” you said truthfully. “I just feel like I need a few days to catch my breath and then I can reevaluate.”

Sam nodded, as he seemed to understand.

“Let’s get you checked in,” Dean placed his hand on your lower back just above your jeans. The feeling of his hand sent a wave of warmth even through the sweater you had on, and you relished in the feeling as he led you to the lobby of the hotel.

Both Sam and Dean seemed on alert as you checked in with the lady at the front desk. She didn’t seem phased as she handed you a key card and told you breakfast was between 6 and 9. You smiled and thanked her as you made your way to the elevators.

There was silence as the elevator climbed to the third floor. You scanned your key against the lock on the door, but Dean’s arm went out in front of you and he grasped the metal handle.

“Give us a sec,” his voice was low as he pushed into the room with Sam behind him. You caught the door with your foot and watched as they checked the room. It was just a bedroom and bathroom, so there wasn’t much to search. The rattle of the shower curtain echoed against the bathroom’s tiled walls. Once they felt comfortable, Dean nodded for you to come in.

You noticed then that Sam had brought a backpack up with him from the Impala. He set it down on one of the beds and unzipped it.

“So here’s the deal,” Dean said somewhat firmly. “You can’t leave this room under any circumstances unless Sam or I are with you. Don’t open the door for anyone.” Sam had taken a large container of what looked like salt and started putting it in front of the windows. “When we leave, I need you to take that salt and put it in front of the door, alright?”

“Do I want to know why?” You practically gulped as you watched Sam work.

“Probably not,” Dean answered softly. “I need you to wear this.” You noticed he had a dainty silver chain in his hand with a charm on it. Your fingers reached for the jewelry and you swallowed when your skin grazed his. Upon further examination, you realized this charm was a carbon copy of Dean’s tattoo on his chest.

“What is this?” You asked as you looked over the design.

“It’s an anti-possession charm,” he explained carefully. “If you have this on, demons—like Meg—can’t possess you. Like what happened to your friend, Jen.” He swirled his finger to have you turn around, and you did. Even though all of this sounded absolutely insane to you, all you had to do was pull the images of Jen/Meg from your memory to remind yourself it was all very real.

You gathered your hair over your shoulder and held it there as Dean adjusted the chain around your neck and his fingers worked to clasp it behind you. Every time his fingers flitted over your skin, you felt somersaults in your stomach.

The sound of an aerosol can being sprayed jostled you back to reality as you spun around to see Sam with a can of spray paint.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he finished a design underneath a rug in front of the doorway.

“It’s a Devil’s trap,” Dean explained. “We’ll put one in front of the window, too. If a demon gets in, they can’t get out of that and they can’t hurt you.”

That felt slightly reassuring, but you were still on edge. “I’m not getting my security deposit back, am I?” There was a nervous chuckle to your question.

“Sorry,” Sam managed a small, sympathetic smile as he finished his art work and let it dry for a moment before he tossed the rug back over. He went back to the window to create it again.

You were distracted by the sound of Dean emptying the remaining contents from the backpack onto the bed. There was, what looked like, an iron rod, a jug of water, more salt, a flask and then a serious knife—it reminded you of a hunting knife or something. The knife alone made you gulp, but everything combined had your head spinning.

“What’s all this?” The words came out as a whisper. Dean placed his hand on that familiar spot on your lower back once more and led you to the edge of the bed. This time was a lot different than when you were in that bed and breakfast just a few days prior.

“This,” he picked up the jug. “Is salt water. The flask is holy water,” he explained. “That’s an iron rod, extra salt for the doors and windows, and a silver knife. These are all the weapons I could think of for the monsters we hunt.”

“How will I know what to use?” You asked as your eyes moved over all of the things placed before you. Silently, you wondered if maybe you should have stayed with Dean and Sam, after all.

“Honestly, there’s so much to explain,” Dean started as he let out a breath. “Your best bet is to start slingin’ salt water and holy water,” he motioned to the jug and flask. “I don’t think you’ll see a spirit, because that’s more complicated—so you probably won’t need the iron. Werewolf or someone who looks like me, but isn’t me,” he picked up the knife. “Silver blade.” He paused for a second. “Shit, I didn’t think about the vampires…” his words were quieter as he processed.

“I’m sorry, werewolves? Vampires? And what do you mean, someone who looks like you but isn’t you?” Your thoughts were swimming around in your brain. But it wasn’t a leisurely swim, it was like there had been a damn tsunami and waves were flooding and crashing every second.

Dean somehow just knew. Maybe it was the way the words were flowing haphazardly from your lips, or the way your fingers had started to tremble. But he knew.

He reached down and tugged on your wrist so you faced him. “Take a breath, sweetheart,” he said softly. Sam had stilled his movements after he readjusted the rug by the window. “Sammy, can you give us a minute?”

Sam nodded. “Sure thing,” he gave you a small smile as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Dean’s hand came up to catch your cheek in his palm. It was impossible not to be pulled into the warmth of his grasp. You closed your eyes at the feeling.

“I know this is a lot,” he kept his voice low. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I want to keep you safe.” His words hit at a spot in your heart that caused a flutter across your chest.

“You don’t have to save me, Dean,” you reached up and held his hand on your face in place.

“Oh, I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe,” he said matter-of-factly. “That’s not even a question in this scenario. I’m just sorry I got you pulled into this shitstorm of my life.” His words felt sad to you, and you didn’t think he meant for them to be. His hand fell from your cheek back to his side.

“Dean, I really, really like you,” you made sure you held his gaze as the words flowed. He needed to see the sincerity behind him—to know you were speaking the truth.

“People I care about get hurt,” he said simply, but little worry lines had appeared by his eyes and between his eyebrows. His eyes matched the sadness of his voice. “Once we figure out what’s going on and I can make sure you’re safe,” he started carefully, as if he didn’t want to say the words but more so needed to. “I want to get you back to Virginia. Back to a normal life.”

The words struck as if you had been slapped and your eyes widened. That wasn’t something you had expected him to say. “I don’t know, I feel like that’s for me to decide. It’s my safety you’re worried about, right?”

“Just yesterday, you were determined I was a psycho serial killer who faked my death and was on the run,” he quipped with a sad smile.

While he wasn’t wrong, you still weren’t sold on his reasoning. “Can we just say we’ll take this one day at a time? Go from there?” You asked him gently.

His eyes moved between yours and he managed a single nod. “Okay. One day at a time.”

“Thank you,” you breathed. The heaviness of the day fell over you, and it seemed as though Dean noticed.

“I’m going to get going, let you get some rest,” he cleared his throat and took a step back. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning, or sooner, if you need me.”

You followed him towards the door.

“Remember, salt line behind the door once I leave. Don’t open it for anyone. I’ll say ‘Atlanta’ when I come back,” he placed his hand on the door handle and turned back once more.

“Got it,” you nodded as you listened to his instructions. “And Dean?” He turned back towards you again for you to continue. “Thank you for bringing me here. For keeping me safe.”

Dean nodded once with a small smile. There was a hesitation there, but you could almost make out when his heart changed his mind, and you could have sworn you heard a fuck it. He leaned back towards you and pressed his lips to yours with his hand on your cheek once more.

Heat radiated beneath your skin, and you weren’t sure if it was from the traces of his fingertips there or the rush of his lips on yours—probably a mixture of both.

“Goodnight, Atlanta,” he murmured against your lips as he pulled away.

“Goodnight, Dean,” you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips as he opened the door and closed it carefully behind him.

Dean climbed into the driver’s side of the Impala and closed the door behind him. Sam did the same in the passenger seat.

“She doing okay?” Sam asked.

“As good as can be expected,” Dean sighed and pulled his hand over his face. Sam was silent for a few seconds, but Dean knew he had plenty of thoughts floating around in his brain. “Go ahead and say it.” He said firmly.

“Say what, Dean? Everything I have to say, you already know,” Sam sighed. Dean didn’t respond, and instead put the Impala into reverse and backed out of the spot. “I just feel like it’s not the right time to get this sucked in.” There it is, Dean thought to himself.

“Don’t you think I know that?” He bit back but refused to meet his brother’s gaze.

“We know what we need to do for the second trial now,” Sam said carefully. Dean’s jaw flinched.

“Kevin figured it out?” He glanced between Sam and the road. Sam just nodded.

“We both know it’s going to get a hell of a lot worse before it gets better,” Sam glanced out the window and then back at Dean.

Dean nodded, his jaw set in a firm line. “I just need to keep her close by. At least until this shit is over. If Meg has made an appearance, we know more will be coming.”

“I thought we were keeping her close in the bunker. How are you going to keep her safe when we’ve got a fifteen minute drive between us? The bunker’s the safest place for her,” Sam wasn’t wrong.

“I know, but she’s scared. I was having a hard enough time trying to explain the bunker to her,” Dean sighed. “I’m dropping you off and going back to the hotel. I’ll sleep in the Impala in the parking lot.”

“Does she know that?” Sam smirked from his spot in the passenger seat, though he could’ve assumed the answer.

“No, and we’re keeping it that way,” Dean said firmly. “It's the only way I know I can keep her safe.”

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! We decided to extend our vacation by a few days, and I hate posting updates from my phone, so thanks for your patience!

Things will certainly start to pick up with this story now (after some consideration, I also think this might go beyond 13 chapters--TBD). I ended up getting some ideas as I re-watched bits and pieces of seasons 8 and 9, so we shall see what happens!

I hope you're loving it so far! Thanks for all of the likes, comments and reblogs. I appreciate you all!

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haddonfieldwhore · 8 months

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cold nights part 2 - cm punk

cm punk x gender neutral! younger! reader

word count: 2.9k part one here

warnings: age gap, trainer x student, language, out of character/unrealistic but it’s fiction, some parts loosely inspired by real events

summary: a follow up to cold nights

a week had passed since the altercation backstage, as well as the start of your relationship with punk. currently you were tangled up in punks bed, safe in each others embrace as the sun began to peek through the curtains. you’d been brought home to chicago by the ppv tonight that punk was supposed to be on the card for, but plans had changed with his suspension. while you were still travelling with the company, it had turned into more a vacation than a business trip as you weren’t set to take part in the ppv either. you stirred awake as your phone rang on the dresser, and you felt punks arms tighten around your waist as you tried to get up to answer it.

“i’ll be right back,” you laughed quietly, and he allowed you to leave the bed and walk over to the dresser. you squinted at the brightness of the screen as tony’s name flashed across it, but then the screen went blank, the call ending before you could answer it. deciding to call him back later, you padded back over to the bed, admiring punks sleeping form, his arms still open for you to lay between. crawling back into his embrace, he groaned softly as he pulled you tight against him, tucking you under his chin.

“who was that?” he asked. you sighed contently at the warmth that radiates off his body as you placed a soft kiss to his clavicle.

“tony. he hung up before i could answer it,” you explained, and he seemed to tense slightly. he took a deep breath, before he spoke again.

“there’s something i have to tell you, before you hear it from someone else,” he said quietly. “my contract with aew has been terminated.” you pulled away from him slightly to look at him, trying to process what he’d said.

“how are you feeling about it?” you asked. you weren’t blind; you’d known that punk had had previous issues with other talent, and you weren’t honestly sure how happy he had been in his recent months with the company.

“i-“ he paused for a long moment, like he was trying to decide on an answer. “i will be fine. do i wish things had gone differently? yeah maybe. but i’m not going to apologize for standing up for myself and not taking any bullshit from some of the children who i’ve had to deal with.”

“so… you’re okay? i mean-“ you were trying to wrap your head around everything. surely something else must have happened besides what you saw between punk and jack. he smiled, a bittersweet feeling in his chest, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“i’ll be fine. besides, i managed to walk out with the best thing in aew so-“ he was interrupted as you placed a kiss to his lips, a smile on his face as he returned it.

“they’re gonna realize that they made a mistake letting you go. they need you a lot more than you need them.” punk kissed you deeply, the gesture like a thank you without words.

your phone rang again, and punk sighed as you slithered out of his arms to go answer it. tony’s name appeared on the screen for the second time, and you slid the green arrow to accept the call.

“hello?” you answered.

“hi, y/n. is now a good time to talk? i know it’s early but i’ve got a busy day,” tony asked. you looked over at the clock on the nightstand, which read 8:06 am, and then over to punk who was sitting up now leaning against the headboard. the duvet had bunched around his waist, exposing his bare torso, and you tried not to get distracted by his tattoos as he watched you with an affectionate look in his eyes. you snapped out of the trance he had you in, remembering you were still on the phone with your boss.

“yeah, now is fine.”

“i think this might be a discussion better had in person. can you meet me at the venue in an hour?” tony asked, and you had a funny feeling you knew what it was about, but wanted to hear tony’s side of things.

“yeah- i’ll be there.”

“thank you. i’ll see you soon.”

“thanks tony,” you replied, before the call was ended. you placed your phone on the dresser again, before turning back towards punk, who looked at you expectantly. “tony wants to talk to me in person. wonder who it’s about?” you said teasingly, and he smiled at you, before it faded.

“wonder what he couldn’t say over the phone,” he said, and you hummed in response.

“i guess we’ll find out.”

•••

you felt eyes on your back as you walked through the halls of the venue. even this early before the show, many of the talent were already there, and it seemed like tensions were high. you weren’t sure who was aware of punks release from company, so you didn’t intend to mention it, hoping to just speak with tony and get back to your boyfriend. you were nearing tony’s office when you heard a voice call out after you.

“hey- didn’t expect to see you here. if you’re here who’s keeping punk in line?” matt jackson’s voice rang out. you shook your head, intending to try to be in and out without adding to the drama. albeit the repercussions had already been dealt; at least to punk. you wondered what became of jungle boy, if he received any kind of punishment, but realized it didn’t really matter.

“i’m not his keeper,” was all you said, continuing on your path to speak with tony.

“guess you really can’t teach an old dog new tricks- he’ll always be the problem,” nick taunted.

“sounds to me like the only one who has a problem right now is you guys. i’m just here to talk with tony. so unless you’d like to be the reason he’s kept waiting-“ you trailed off, before backing away and rounding the corner, approaching the door to tony’s office. you knocked, entering when you heard him call out a friendly “come in”.

“you wanted to talk to me?” you began, trying to be professional, despite the fact that you were talking to the man who had fired your boyfriend. you understood to an extent; it was a business, and tony had to do what was right to protect it and his employees, but that doesn’t mean punk was entirely to blame for what had happened.

“yes, please have a seat,” he gestured to a chair, and you obliged, looking at him expectantly. “now, i know you are aware of what transpired last week, and i know you’re not stupid, so you understand that there has to be consequences for the type of actions that were displayed. i know that you and cm punk are close, and as you train under his instruction i feel it is my obligation to tell you that i have terminated his contract, effective immediately,” he explained in carefully rehearsed phrasing.

“only his contract?” you asked, knowing that truly it was none of your business if jack was also fired or not, but you were curious.

“for now, no other involved parties have been terminated, but they will remain suspended until a decision is made,” he explained. “an announcement will be made later today, but i felt you deserved to be told face to face. i would have liked to extend the same courtesy to the rest of his trainees, however as they are not here in chicago i won’t be able to. i will be calling them individually after this meeting.”

you fiddled nervously with your hands in your lap, going over everything he said in your mind.

“as for who will take over your training going forward, that will be decided at a later-“ tony began, but you interrupted him.

“that won’t be necessary,” you began, before taking a deep breath. “with all due respect, i would like to request that i be released from my contract,” you stated, and your boss looked disappointed.

“may i ask if there is any other reason that has led you to this decision? you have a bright future here; i am sure phil would not want you to throw it away over this, as i am assuming his departure has something to do with it? did he put this idea in your head?”

“he doesn’t know i am asking for my release. he’s probably gonna be mad at me when i get home,” you laughed, tony raising an eyebrow at the word ‘home’, but he didn’t interrupt.

“i will be honest with you tony, i was aware of his termination before i came here. he told me himself,” you explained. things may not have always been perfect, but you still had respect for tony and wanted to be truthful. “he is not the only reason, but i can’t lie and say that’s not a part of it. cm punk is the reason i wanted to be a part of this industry, and as much as i have enjoyed it, i don’t think i would feel right continuing my training and my career without him. i’ve had my disagreements with some of the talent here, maybe i follow a little too closely in his footsteps, but i think the best thing for me personally, is to leave, rather than risk my personal relationship with punk causing any drama backstage. i hope you can understand.”

tony seemed to think on what you said for a few minutes, before he spoke again.

“if this is what your truly want, i will agree to it. but i have to ask first, if there is anything i can do to make you change your mind?” you shook your head.

“i’m sorry tony, but this is what’s best for me.” he sighed heavily, before standing and extending a hand out for you to shake.

“consider yourself released. i will get the paperwork and legal side of things handled later this week. it has been a pleasure to have you in this company, and down the road should you change your mind, you have my number,” tony smiled sadly. you stood up as well, shaking his hand firmly.

“thank you tony.”

“you’re welcome. he is lucky to have you in his corner, and i wish you both the best.”

“i’m lucky to have him,” you replied.

“well then you truly make a good pair. thank you for your contributions to aew- should you decide to come back someday i know you will do well.”

“goodbye, tony.”

you grabbed your bag and exited the office, walking down the hall and towards the exit of the venue. you nearly bumped into the young bucks again on your way out, but no words were exchanged this time as you pushed past them, ready to leave this part of your life behind.

•••

punk was sitting in the living room of his apartment when you got back from meeting with tony, and he smiled at you as you walked over and sat next to him.

“hey,” he greeted you with a soft kiss.

“hey,” you responded, a little nervous about how he was going to take the news that you had essentially quit.

“what did tony want?” he seemed hesitant to ask, but anyone in this situation would be curious.

“he wanted to personally tell me that he had fired you. he would’ve told everyone you train at once but i’m the only one in chicago right now,” you explained. you decided there was no benefit in telling him about your encounter with matt and tyler, leaving that detail in the past.

“i guess he’ll have to decide who is gonna take over training you all from now on.” you decided just to bite the metaphorical bullet, no use in dancing around the truth any longer.

“i asked him to release me from my contract and he agreed.” punk looked at you in surprise.

“you didn’t have to-“

“aew isn’t the place for me anymore. i can’t pretend you being fired isn’t a part of my decision to leave, but as you know better than anyone it’s not a perfect place - and i’m tired. you are the reason i fell in love with wrestling, and it would feel wrong to continue without you.” punk stared at you, his eyes full of adoration. “i enjoyed my time in aew - for the most part - but i don’t want to deal with the backstage drama anymore, whether it has to do with you or not.”

“will you try to sign with another company?”

“will you?” you countered, since you didn’t have an answer.

“i don’t know- i’ve kind of burned a few of those bridges,” he laughed, and you smiled, pushing his chest lightly. “honestly i don’t know.”

“i don’t either. i meant what i said, i know i haven’t done this for that long but i’m tired. it might be nice to take a break for a while, and just live a normal life for a bit.”

“that does sound pretty nice. this … normal life- do i get to be a part of it?” he asked playfully. you smiled, kissing him deeply, smiling into the kiss.

“i should hope so - i still didn’t get my heater fixed and i kinda need a place to crash until i-“ he interrupted your joke with another kiss, softly tackling you down until he lay over you on the couch.

“you are certainly an unpredictable little thing, aren’t you?” he stared down at you with a smile on his face.

“i like to keep you on your toes,” you smiled back, pulling his face down to kiss him again, getting used to the idea of spending everyday like this. you may be out of a job, and you may have made some enemies with your allegiance to punk, but you couldn’t help but feel like the winner in this situation. the two of you toppled over and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as he hovered over you, his arms on either side of your head supporting his weight.

“it sounds like we’re gonna have a lot of free time on our hands,” he smirked, kissing you deeply, and you lifted your hips to press against his.

“i know you want to wait…” you trailed off as he kissed you again.

“i think we could get into a little bit of trouble, don’t you?” he spoke next to your ear, sending a shiver down you spine.

“you seem to be pretty good at that,” you teased, thankful that he didn’t take offence to it as he kissed your neck.

“are you saying i’m a bad influence?” he teased. your words caught in your throat as he bit down harshly on your collarbone, unable to form a cohesive thought. he laughed lightly, sending a vibration through your chest.

“yeah, but i think i kinda like it,” you laced your fingers through his dark hair that had begun to grow long at the back, pulling his face up to kiss him hard, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip.

“yeah? well i think you’re not so innocent either- “ he groaned as now it was your turn to place kisses down his neck, leaving a dark hickey on the skin beneath his jaw. “fuck.” he exhaled, hips digging into yours again as you left behind another love bite.

“i have to be honest, i’m really glad my heater stopped working,” you joked, but it was true; you may have not ended up together when you did if it hadn’t happened.

“i’m glad you called me that night. who knew this is where we would be a few weeks later.”

“i certainly had no idea. i never thought you would even look at me twice, and i think i was in denial about how i felt,” you admitted. punk sat up off of you, and before you had a chance to mourn the warmth of him on top of you, he pulled you into his arms again, leaning against the arm of the couch. you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, his stubble tickling your skin as you placed another soft kiss to his jaw bone.

“believe me, i looked more than twice. i don’t know what the hell i did to deserve you, but i must have done something right,” he replied, holding you close to his chest as you lay on top of him on the couch.

“however we ended up here, i’m just happy i get to call you mine,” you leaned up to kiss his lips softly, and he smiled.

“that’s the sappiest shit i’ve ever heard,” he laughed, but he couldn’t help smiling like a fool in love. “but yeah, me too.” punk kissed the top of your head, and despite the fact that it was still early in the day, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

“can we stay like this for a while?” you asked sleepily, your eyes fluttering closed. punk laughed softly, his chest shaking slightly with the vibration.

“sure, sweetheart,” he smiled warmly, and you quickly fell asleep. despite all of the drama in the last week, you managed to make it out the other side with the man you loved next to you, and you were more than content with that.

#cm punk #cm punk x reader #cm punk imagine #cm punk fic #phillip brooks fic #phillip brooks x reader #phillip brooks #aew #wwe #wrestling imagine #wrestling #wrestling fic

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 18

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 12/27

Word Count: 7.9K

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The following Friday, you rode from school over to Trusty Transmission, the garage where Eddie worked. You’d never been there before but this morning, as Eddie snuck up behind you, arms around your waist and gentle kisses against your shoulder while you were getting your coffee for work, he’d informed you that your car would be ready and asked if you could stop after work to pick it up.

He seemed pretty excited about it and honestly, so were you. You loved riding with Eddie but it would be nice to have your own set of wheels, a sense of independence to go wherever you wanted without having to make a call and ask a favor. Your bike worked for anything in town while the weather was nice but if you wanted to head to the city for anything, you would need a car or a ride.

You caught sight of Eddie’s van as you hopped off your bike, placing it in the rack just to the side of the entrance. The building sported brown siding with a red roof, the name across the front in red as well, and multiple garage doors out front for cars to be pulled in for service. To the left was a parking lot where, you assumed, cars waited for their turn. Being the only mechanic shop in Hawkins, it had to do decent business, leaving no one any other option.

As you pushed open the door to a world of dirt and oil and metal, you were pleasantly surprised to see the garage was bright and clean. Large windows along the sides allowed plenty of natural light to cover the space as well as intense fluorescent lighting overhead. A car lift sat in the center and mechanics covered in black grease worked on cars throughout the place with a sense of productivity. A faint smell of oil hit your nose while the sounds of motors and tools echoed loudly throughout.

“Hey there, sweetheart, can I help you?” asked a man in dark blue coveralls, wiping his hands on a rag as he approached. He looked to be about fifty, salt and pepper dotting his dark beard and short hair. His name, Dave, was stitched in red across the front.

“Yeah. I’m actually looking for Eddie.”

Eyebrows rose up in interest, an amused smile crossing his lips, “Oh, so you’re her.”

“Sorry? I’m who?”

“Munson’s girl,” he grinned knowingly. “The one he’s putting in all that free time for. The little Honda is yours, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, heat warming your extremities. like sitting in front of a fire after hours in the cold, at being referred to as Munson’s girl. Did he talk about you like that at work? He had to have talked about you enough for this guy to think you were his girl.

“Man, he’s been working crazy hours to get that thing back in shape, staying long after his shift is over. You must be something pretty special for him to do all that work for free.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I never thought I’d see the day Eddie Munson finally settled down with one girl. I don’t know what the hell you’ve done to him, but it’s definitely for the better so keep it up, alright?”

“I…I’ll try,” you stammered. Had Eddie really spent hours working on the car? You’d just assumed it had taken so long because he’d fit it in where he could. Had it needed more work than he’d told you? You had never wanted him to give up that much time for you.

“Come on. Follow me,” Dave said, waving his hand and you trailed behind him, following him up to a black pick-up, familiar coverall clad legs with two black boots sticking out of the bottom. “Munson! You got a visitor!”

Fingers free from their usual chunky rings wrapped around the front bumper of the truck as he rolled out from beneath it. You were horrified when an audible whimper escaped from your lips at the sight of him. A black bandana was wrapped around the top of his head, smashing his bangs flat to his forehead, damp from sweat, the rest of his hair in a low bun to keep it out of his face while he worked. Grease stains, like strokes of paint crossed his cheeks. He was dirty and grimy and Jesus Christ, he was so damn hot. You wanted to pull those coveralls down and climb that man like a fucking tree.

“Prom Queen,” he grinned, catching sight of you, and you swore your heart would batter its way right out of your chest. “You made it!”

“Uh…yeah…I…I did…” you stammered. What the hell was wrong with you? You’d seen Eddie after work before. He often picked you up from school. But by that point, he had usually cleaned up, his hair was back down like usual, and the coveralls were gone. But for Christ’s sake, they were coveralls. They were literally called that because they covered it all so why were you so damn turned on?

“You wanna see it?” asked Eddie, hopping to his feet, eyebrows wiggling excitedly.

Yes. Yes you did, so goddamn much. Your eyes roved over his backside as he turned to set down the wrench and then pulled a rag from his back pocket, wiping his hands down before tucking it back in. Then this man had the audacity to undo the top buttons of the coveralls, dragging them down, allowing them to hang off of his waist before knotting the sleeves around the front.

“Fuck, it’s hot,” he muttered, the back of his forearm running across his forehead.

“Y…yeah…”

Eddie’s head turned slowly, a wicked smile curving his lips up on one side like a semi-colon when he caught you, panting after him like a dog in heat. You swallowed, surprised your tongue wasn’t hitting the floor. He stepped into you, invading your space with the tang of mechanical parts, the smoky aroma of the Camels he smoked, and the delicious damn musk that was just essentially him all the time.

Head tilting, his fingers grabbed onto a lock of your hair, working it between the pads, “See something you like, sweetheart?”

You nodded, “Very much.”

He chuckled, the sound like a shockwave straight to your center as he leaned in close, nose coasting along the skin of your cheek, lips tickling the shell of your ear, “Fuck, the way you’re looking at me right now, I want to kiss you breathless but I don’t want to get you all dirty.”

“I don’t mind dirty,” you whispered, eyes slipping closed.

“Mmm, that’s right. My girl likes to be dirty for me, doesn’t she?”

There it was again. His girl. The very sound of those words rolling off his tongue, his nose brushing your skin, did things to you that you could not begin to describe because they were things you had never felt before in your life. You considered yourself a feminist. You didn’t belong to anyone but yourself but fuck, when he said that, it was a sledgehammer crashing through everything you’d once thought about yourself because you wanted to be his, completely.

“Yes…” you breathed, losing sight of everything else but him. There were no sounds, no smells, nothing but Eddie.

“As much as I want to bend you over the hood of this truck right now, I don’t like to share. Can’t have the other guys getting a look at what is for my eyes only.”

You blinked, eyes going wide, suddenly remembering that you were not alone. You were in the garage, in the middle of the day, surrounded by his co-workers. What in the hell were you doing? Seriously, this man made you lose all self-control. The old you never would have let yourself get like this out in public. Of course, Cam had never given you a reason to feel like this anywhere, not even in the privacy of your own bedroom.

“Shit. Yeah. Sorry. Obviously, you don’t want to kiss me or anything in front of all the guys at work. I…anyway, didn’t you want to show me the car?”

Eddie’s tongue ran over his lower lip before he gently pulled it between his teeth, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb ran across your cheekbone. He smiled, soft and warm, a cozy blanket cocooning you, and then leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. It wasn’t the all consuming kiss your body craved, the kiss that made you feel like he was devouring you, taking every breath from you until you were left fighting for air. It was tender and sweet, like a hug when you needed one the most, chicken noodle soup when you were sick, it was happiness in the form of a kiss.

“Darling, I don’t give a shit if all these guys see me kissing you,” Eddie told you, his fingers winding through yours. “They’ll just know how very sexy and hot as fuck my girl is. Let ‘em wish they could only be half as lucky as me.”

With a wink, he pulled you behind him, smirking at his co-workers as they watched the two of you with interest as you headed out of the building and into the lot that you had seen when you first arrived. You made your way past a handful of cars in various states of repair before he swung his arm wide to display your little Honda.

Your jaw dropped open, “Eddie…oh my god…this isn’t…is this even the same car?”

“Yep. Same old beater my uncle’s had for years but all fixed up now. I replaced the head gasket, sealed up the oil pan, put in a new battery, and got you some brand new tires.”

“But the paint…it’s…it looks brand new.”

The little Honda absolutely shined candy apple red under the glare of the afternoon sun. The rust spots were long gone. It no longer looked like a used car that needed love. It looked like it had just been driven off the lot. You couldn’t believe the amount of work he must have put in.

Eddie’s lips pressed together as he toed the gravel of the lot with the tip of his steel toed boot and shrugged, “It was just some paint. Not a big deal, really.”

“But it is a big deal,” you told him, beaming from ear to ear. “It’s a very big deal. I never expected you to put so much time into it. I…Eddie, I don’t know how to ever thank you for this. It looks amazing.”

He smirked, lips pouting preciously to the side as he took a step into you, backing you into the car, “I mean, I could think of a few things.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. How about you come to my place tonight?” he suggested and your heart skipped a beat.

“Really?”

He hadn’t invited you to his place yet and you hadn’t wanted to be pushy. He’d been staying over at your place quite a few nights and that was wonderful. But you couldn’t deny that you were dying to see where he lived, where he called home, to get a close-up look at all the personal pieces of Eddie.

“Really.” His hands covered your hips, pulling your body flush against his. “I can make you dinner and maybe we can come up with a way for you to show your undying gratitude.”

“You’re going to make me dinner?” you asked, surprised.

“Please. Don’t sound so shocked. I’m a grown man. I’ve been on my own for eight years. I think I can manage to cook something. It might not be fancy but I know the basics of working a stove.”

“Well, okay then. You know, I think a man cooking is very sexy.”

“Oh, do you? Maybe I’ll have to whip out my apron.”

“As long as that’s the only thing you’re wearing,” you teased, palms resting against his firm chest, knowing you were probably getting grease stains all over your clothes but not caring in the slightest.

“I am a very bad influence on you,” Eddie growled, his tongue darting along your lower lip, causing you to gasp.

“Very,” you agreed huskily, hands running down, over his stomach and hips, slipping into the back of his coveralls to squeeze his denim covered ass.

“Son of a bitch,” he grunted, forehead pressed against yours. “You are trouble. You’re going to get me fired, woman. The boss won’t think highly of me fucking you on top of a car in the parking lot.”

You giggled, “Guess I should get going then.”

Eddie reached into his pocket, holding up your keys, “Take your brand new car. I’ll bring your bike back to my place and I’ll see you later, okay? I get off at five and we can continue this then.”

“Can’t wait,” you grinned, kissing him once more before you pranced excitedly to your new set of wheels, causing that rumbling laugh from Eddie that you loved so much.

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The warm breeze of the day swept through the car as you drove home. You’d laughed when you’d turned the car on to find AC/DC playing, a little surprise from Eddie. The cassette case sat on the passenger seat, a note from him in black Sharpie that read, Because you can not only name three songs but could write their memoir.

Along with that cassette, he’d included a bunch more ranging from Whitney Houston to Metallica to Tupac, another note sat with those, reading, For my girl who appreciates true talent. Your stomach flipped over again at those two small words, my girl, pleased at the way they sounded, at how it felt to be Eddie’s, to feel like he was proud to show you off, to let everyone know you were together. Maybe it wasn’t very strong woman of you but you didn’t care. You could be a strong woman while enjoying belonging to someone.

You would never make yourself less than for anyone else. You would never forget yourself in your efforts to keep someone else happy. You’d done that for far too long in your relationship with Cam. Maybe you felt so lucky that a guy like him had ever noticed you. Maybe deep down you didn’t feel like you could ever do better than Cam. But you knew now that he wasn’t the perfect guy you’d thought he was and you definitely knew you could do better because you already had. Cam wasn’t in the same ballpark as Eddie. Hell, he wasn’t even in the same time zone.

Eddie stirred feelings within you that you hadn’t known you could experience. He made you feel wanted, desired, and taken care of. You would never be able to truly convey how much it meant to you that he had put all that work into fixing the car, that he’d even taken the time to fill it with cassette tapes he thought you’d like.

Cam was all about grand gestures, buying you a piece of jewelry or taking you out to the most expensive restaurant. But life wasn’t about the grand gestures because those came far and few between. It was about the little things, like leaving cassette tapes, getting your coffee ready in the morning, leaving you a little note to find in your teacher bag when you got to school that read, I’ll be missing that beautiful face until tonight. Those kinds of gestures cost nothing but meant so much more.

Especially considering that now, looking back, you were certain that most of those gestures were done from a place of guilt. Cam had been trying to cover his own ass, to keep you from becoming suspicious of his extracurricular activities, his late nights at work, his out of town meetings. And it worked. For far too long, you hadn’t questioned a thing, believing your marriage was rock solid when, in reality, it had been on shaky ground for years.

Cassie was probably not the only one. You remembered catching him kissing Rachel Litmore at one of his friends, Timmy's, epic parties. You’d been looking for him and what do you know? There he was, in the backyard, the two of them pressed together against the big oak tree, his tongue down her throat.

Oh, he’d promised you that it had meant nothing. He’d been so drunk. Rachel had tricked him. He was too intoxicated to know what was going on. Hell, he’d even said that he thought it was you. Bullshit. It was all bullshit. It had always been bullshit and you should have seen that way back then, long before you ever walked down the aisle and promised in front of all of your friends and family that you would spend the rest of your life with him.

But no, you’d convinced yourself that it was a mistake. Cam loved you. Of course he did. He always told you how much you meant to him, how you were the only one. You didn’t think that had ever been the case. How many more had there been for the man who always had to feel like the most important person? How many women did it take to satiate his need to feel desired?

You pulled into your driveway, pushing those thoughts away because Cam was your past and Eddie was your present. You hoped he would be your future, too, and you didn’t want to dwell on what had been. You wanted to dream about what could be.

Making your way to the mailbox, you pulled the front open, reaching in to grab the stack of envelopes. Leafing through them, you headed up onto your porch, unlocking the door, dropping your backpack just inside. Walking into the kitchen, you dropped the envelopes on the counter as you looked through, pausing when you saw a cream color envelope with your name and address embossed on the front.

You slid your finger under the flap, breaking the seal, slowly exposing the thick cardstock inside. Beautiful pale blue paper with silver writing:

Ms. Cassie Jones and Mr. Cameron Campbell request the pleasure of your company at their nuptials

Saturday, the 21st of September

1 o’clock in the afternoon

The words began to blur in front of you, your stomach rolling sickly. Your fingers opened, the invitation slipping from them and onto the counter. A throbbing began behind your eyes and you slipped them closed, inhaling slowly through your nose in an effort to keep your lunch from coming back up. You splayed your hands flat on the counter, your entire body trembling with rage at the cruelty of two people you once would have called the most important people in your life.

You snatched the phone off the wall, punching in your sister’s number. Kim would know what was going on. In fact, you couldn’t believe she hadn’t told you about it when you’d spoken a few days ago. Why wouldn’t she warn you that this was coming? A heads up would have been appreciated instead of the gut punch you received when you opened that envelope, just another blow dealt by them. As if running you over hadn’t been good enough, they just had to put the car in reverse and crush you all over again for good measure. Make sure they didn’t miss any pieces on their way to their happily ever after.

“Hello?” came Kim’s voice down the line, slicing through the fog of disbelief and anger.

“Kim?”

“Sis?”

“How could you not tell me this!?” you demanded, fingers wrapped around the cord so tightly that the rubber was digging into the tender flesh of your hand.

“Tell you what?”

“That Cam and Cassie are getting married in a few months!”

“What!?” You yanked the phone from your ear at your sister’s earth shattering shriek. “What in the hell do you mean they’re getting married? How do you know?”

“I got a goddamn invitation in the mail today!”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me. That is so fucking low,” seethed Kim. “Just when I thought they couldn’t sink any further into the muck, they prove me wrong.”

“Do they really expect me to attend this thing?”

“No! Obviously not. They don’t actually want you to come. They just wanted to rub it in your face. Look at how happy we are since you left. I’m sure Cassie is just tickled, showing you that he actually loves her because he’s marrying her. Well, newsflash to that trashy bitch, he married you too. It’s only a matter of time before he gets bored and does the same shit to her. Jesus Christ, the ink on the divorce papers is barely dry. Those two didn’t waste a minute and in a few months? They must have already been planning this thing because you know Cam isn’t doing anything small. He never passes up a chance to show off.”

“I…I don’t understand any of this. Why do they keep wanting to hurt me? I’m not the one who did the betraying here!”

“Because they’re in denial. They don’t want to be the villains in this story so now they can say, see, we’re in love. We’re so in love that we couldn’t help our feelings. We’re getting married and spending the rest of our lives together. We didn’t want to hurt anyone. We both love her but the heart wants what it wants. We even invited her to the wedding but she just can’t find it in her heart to forgive us.”

“No. How could I…how could they…Jesus Christ! How could anyone actually expect me to show up to this thing? They really think I would come, sit and watch the two people who stabbed me in the back pledge their lives to each other, and be happy for them?”

“No. Look, I’m not saying any of it makes sense. But this stinks of two people who are doing everything they can to rid themselves of their guilt, make themselves feel better about the shitty things they’ve done. You know what you should do? You should show up. They’d never expect that,” Kim snorted.

“Are you insane? Kim, I am not going to their wedding. The very thought makes me want to puke.”

“Yeah, but just think about it. They’re trying to rub it in your face that they are so happy while picturing you all alone, miserable, crying your eyes out. But you’re not. Show up with your new man. Show them how you’ve moved on, how you don’t need them. Show them how they haven’t taken anything from you and, in fact, your life is better off now. Show Cam exactly what he lost, what he chose to throw away in exchange for that inferior piece of garbage he’s got now.”

“Kim, no. I can’t do that.”

Your sister made a sound as if trying to dislodge a hairball, “And why the hell not?”

“Because it’s petty.”

“They’re petty! You don’t have to go and be a bitch. You just go and smile and hold your head high. You don’t even have to talk to them. But, come on, just imagine them up there, stumbling through their vows as they try to ignore that you’re sitting right there. Imagine Cam fumbling through his words because he can’t get over how you’re so much hotter than Cassie and what the hell was he thinking? Imagine him losing his mind because your new guy is so much hotter than him.”

“You don’t even know what Eddie looks like,” you sighed.

“I don’t have to. I’ve heard you talk about him. Am I wrong?”

Your cheeks blazed with heat, your teeth worrying over your bottom lip, “No. You’re not wrong.”

And it was true. Cam had nothing on Eddie. Those steel gray eyes couldn’t hold a candle to Eddie’s, like deep pools of top shelf whiskey that she wanted to drown in. His close cropped blond hair could not compete with Eddie’s soft, tousled waves. Cameron Campbell did not come close to Eddie Munson, not even in the same universe.

“Talk to Eddie. From the way you’ve described him, I bet he’d find an opportunity like that quite fun,” your sister chucked. “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see that.”

“Cam wouldn’t know what to do with a guy like him.”

“But I bet you do,” cackled Kim.

“You’re so wrong,” you laughed, shaking her head. “You enjoy revenge just a bit too much.”

“No. I enjoy revenge on people who hurt my sister. That’s my job, babe. Nobody messes with my family.”

“I love you, psycho.”

“Love you too, pushover.”

“Alright, speaking of my new man, I have to get going. He’s making me dinner tonight at his place and I have to get ready. Oh, and I get to drive my new car over there. He got it all fixed up and gave it a new paint job. You wouldn’t believe it if you saw the before and after. It looks brand new!”

“Sis, I am so happy for you. Eddie sounds like an amazing guy. He’s already done more for you in a few weeks than Cam did in a decade. I can practically hear the happiness radiating off of you over the phone. You deserve this, sis. Seriously.”

“Thanks. I am pretty happy.”

“So, when are you bringing him home so we can meet him?”

“Kim, I gotta go.”

“Hey! When do I get to meet this tall, dark guitar player?”

“Love you, Kimmy. Bye.”

“Don’t you hang up!”

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“Welcome to my castle, fair maiden!” Eddie bellowed loudly as he swung the door open to his place, ushering you in with a dramatic sweep of his arm.

A loud laugh erupted from you as you saw he had actually donned an apron for the occasion. It read It’s no sin to get my sauce on your chin, with a saucepan and spoon full of liquid. Of course Eddie would have an apron like that.

“Love the apron,” you told him, dropping your purse onto a chair just inside the door.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s teeth flashed brilliant white. “Well, if you like my spaghetti sauce, you’ll absolutely love…” He brought both hands down in front of him just in case you didn’t get the very obvious meaning behind the message.

“Got it, thanks.”

He shrugged as he waved and you followed him into the kitchen, “You’re the one who said you wanted to thank me for the car. I mean, that would be an excellent show of gratitude.”

“Duly noted,” you chuckled, leaning over the pot simmering on the stove, inhaling the aroma of spices. “This smells amazing. Is that…did you make spaghetti sauce?”

“I did,” he stated, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the counter. “I learned from my Uncle Wayne. He’s not a gourmet chef or anything but he can whip up a few things and his spaghetti sauce is way better than some Ragu from a jar.”

Your eyes moved around the house, eager to soak in as much detail as you could about the man in front of you. This was his sanctuary, his space, and you were itching to see what treasures you would come across in here that might give you just a little more of a peek into the enigma that was Eddie.

“Your house is nice,” you commented. “Want to give me a tour?”

Eddie pushed off the counter with his hands, “Okay. The bread’s got about six more minutes and the sauce needs to simmer a bit. Well, kitchen as you can see. You walked through the living room when you came in.” He moved through the archway of the kitchen. “Dining room and there’s a half bath just down that hall, along with the door to the garage.” Taking your hand, he led you up the stairs, pushing open a door to the right. “This is a bedroom but I use it for my instruments and amps and shit for now. Across the hall is another bedroom where I stuck my old bed from the trailer. Occasionally, if one of the guys gets shitfaced or something they’ll crash. Next to that is the bathroom and then…” He pushed open the last door on the right. “This is my room.”

Your hand curled around the frame of the door as you looked inside. The bed was covered in a black blanket. The walls were a deep red where they weren’t covered in posters of various metal bands from Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath to Judas Priest and Metallica. A large Corroded Coffin banner hung along one wall, a dark red guitar with crackles of black paint proudly displayed underneath. You slowly stepped inside, making your way over to it before turning back to him.

“Is this guitar special? Do you still play it?”

Eddie’s hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing, “No. I don’t play that one anymore. It uh…it kind of saved lives, I guess. I don’t know. It just felt wrong to play it anymore but it also felt wrong to get rid of it so it sits there.”

You glanced over your shoulder, confused. “The guitar saved lives?”

“I mean, yeah? Kind of. I don’t know. I guess maybe I did it because I was the one playing it but it…you know, I really should go check on that sauce. Red is a bitch to get out when it boils over.”

He turned on his heel and walked out suddenly, leaving you standing in his bedroom. You looked around you, wanting to stay, to get a closer look at all the things on his nightstand and his dresser. But it would be weird if he went downstairs and you just remained up there. He would definitely think you were snooping. So, with a sigh, knowing you’d gotten a small piece of a much larger picture once again, you followed him back down and into the kitchen.

Eddie turned his head at the sound of your feet across the linoleum floor. With a smile, he gestured for you to sit at the dining room table, a small round wooden table with four chairs. The top looked like it had been well-loved, possibly a hand-me-down, notches dug deep into the wood in places. Your finger ran along one, feeling suspiciously like it could fit one of Eddie’s large rings. You imagined him sitting in this exact spot, anxiety running through him as he tapped or pounded his finger against the tabletop.

“Your house is really nice,” you commented when Eddie approached with a big plastic bowl covered in a towel.

He snorted, “Thanks, I guess.” He shrugged, calling over his shoulder as he headed back into the kitchen, scooping pasta and then sauce onto a plate. “I mean, I don’t really have that Home and Garden vibe going on but it works for me. You know, if you’re into nerdy shit, heavy metal, and thrifting for furniture.”

“Oh, I love thrifting!” you exclaimed just as he was setting one plate in front of you and another across from you. “You can find really great stuff that other people just planned to toss out in the trash.”

“Well, that explains it!” Eddie proclaimed with a chuckle. “Wine, beer, water, or pop?”

“Umm, wine if you have it.”

“White, okay? It’s just the box shit. I keep it around for the girls.”

“Fine with me.” He made his way back into the kitchen so you called loudly, “And explains what?”

“Why you’re into me,” he answered, setting a glass in front of you before taking the seat across from you. Eddie lifted his fork, twirling pasta onto it and shoveling it into his mouth with a smile, his eyes lighting up mischievously. “I’m the definition of thrift store, baby. I’m the trash that was sitting on the side of the road and you decided to save me from the dump and load me in the back of your car.”

“Eddie…” you groaned, sipping on your wine. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked through a mouthful of garlic bread.

“Talk about yourself like that, like you’re not worthy, like you’re not an absolute find. You’re not garbage. And if you are thrift store, you’re the priceless antique that someone tossed in the pile without realizing its true value. And I am thankful that they did because then I just happened to get lucky enough to find you.”

“Damn sweetheart, you’re gonna make me blush.”

“I’m serious. Eddie, you know, if you would just tell me what happened back then then maybe I could…”

His fork hit the plate with a clatter and he sat back, dropping his napkin in his lap, “Prom Queen, we talked about this. I can’t tell you that. I will tell you anything else you want to know but not that, baby. You told me you could handle not knowing everything.”

“No, I know I did,” you said quickly, bringing your glass to your lips, taking a long swig. “And I can. It’s fine. I just thought…never mind.” It wasn’t fine but it had to be. Eddie wasn’t going to share with you. You swallowed down another drink of wine, pushing back the disappointment. “Anyway, I got an invitation to Cam and Cassie’s wedding today in the mail.”

Eddie sputtered, almost showering you with his beer. His hand came to his mouth, he swallowed slowly, and set the bottle down onto the table. Folding his hands, he leaned in, that little furrow appearing between his eyebrows.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Nope. Not shitting you. They’re getting married on September 21st. Didn’t want to waste any time I guess.”

“Those fucking assholes. Jesus, that’s goddamn low, man. I can’t believe they had the balls to send you an invitation.” His fist slammed down onto the wood, the plates clattering, you jumping. That same hand instantly opened, reaching over the table to cover yours, thumb running over the back of it soothingly. “Sorry. I’m sorry. That just pisses me the hell off. I just, Jesus, are you okay?”

You shrugged, offering a small smile, “Yeah? No? I don’t really know.”

Eddie’s head tilted forward, eyes trying to catch yours, his own wide, almost vulnerable as he asked softly, “Do you still love him?”

“No,” you stated, shaking her head. “No. Any love I felt for him died as soon as I realized he’d been cheating on me for a year. It’s not that. I mean, I will always care about both of them in some weird twisted way because they were such a large part of my life for so long. But it’s not even that. It’s just that I don’t understand how two people who I trusted with everything, two people who I thought cared about me, loved me, are so willing to hurt me again and again. They claimed they couldn’t help their feelings but to send me an invitation? To rub it in my face that they’re together and happy after everything? Why?”

“To make themselves feel better. To say, see, we’re not the assholes everything thinks because we’re in love. And to say they invited you but you couldn’t be the bigger person and come, which is all a bunch of bullshit and anyone with half a brain cell could figure that out.”

Your fingers ran over your brow bone as you chuckled, “You sound like my sister. Kim said something very similar.”

“Sounds like a smart girl.”

“I don’t know about that. She also said I should go and take you as my date to rub it in their faces.” You rolled your eyes, guffawing at the very idea, finishing off the last of your wine. “Can you imagine?”

Those plush lips pooched out as he raised his hand up, finger pointing directly at you. You did not have a good feeling about whatever was going to come out of his mouth next.

“Actually, I think that’s a damn good idea,” Eddie said, only proving your fears correct. “I say we do it. Why not? I think I have a suit jacket up in the closet from…well, a funeral. Let’s do it. Let’s go and have the best damn time. Why not?”

“Why not? Eddie, are you kidding me? There are a million reasons why not.”

“Like what? Because he’s an asshole? Because she’s a raging bitch? Because they wouldn’t like it if we were there? Well, maybe they should have thought about that before they invited you.”

You rose from your chair, coming around the table, placing your hands on his shoulders, “Eddie, they did not actually want me to come. We both know that.”

“They sent the invitation,” he sang, his chair moving along the floor with a scrape as he pushed back from the table. Large hands covered your hips, pulling you into him. “Besides, I really do want you to come.” There was that mischievous grin again. “I mean, it’s vitally important to me.” Those hands traveled, cupping your breasts as he rose to his feet. “Maybe the most important thing to me.”

“Eddie…” you breathed when one of his hands slid into your hair, tangling the locks between his fingers, tugging it back. His nose and lips moved up the side of your neck.

“Come on, Prom Queen,” he urged, rocking his hips forward, his already hard length providing sweet pressure that had you moaning. “Let’s go to that wedding.” Teeth scraping the skin of your jaw, hand kneading the fleshy mound of your breast through your top. “Let him see how stupid he is.” A nip at your earlobe, tongue slipping along the shell of your outer ear. “Let me show him how very glad I am that he’s so fucking dumb.” Fingers slipping underneath your top, dragging over your stomach, pinching your nipple between his fingers until you cried out. “Because now this is all mine.”

Then your shirt was off and his lips were claiming yours, tongue dominating yours, hands massaging your breasts. You groaned, the sound swallowed, hands gripping the lean muscles of his biceps as you met his kiss with the force of the desire currently pulsing between your thighs. You rose onto your toes and Eddie’s hands came to your waist, lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Fevered kisses, gasped breaths, and then you were on your back on his couch and his lips were everywhere, your body buzzing, nerve endings burning, held open to the open flame that was Eddie’s lips, tongue, and teeth. His hands grabbed onto the waist of your shorts, pulling them slowly down your legs, that beautiful mouth worshiping every single inch of skin as it was exposed.

Kisses to your ankle, your calf, his hand wrapping around it and nudging it over until it landed on the floor, opening you to him. You groaned roughly when his mouth laid over your lace panties, a slow exhale, warm breath brushing over your most sensitive parts. Your hand tangled in his long locks, pulling his head back and away.

Eddie’s eyes, molten chocolate, burned into yours as that lower lip jutted out in the sweetest little pout, annoyed that he had been stopped. You rose up onto your knees, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. Your hand came to his chest, pushing him back against the arm of the couch.

“What did you stop me for, baby?” he growled, his finger hooking into your panties, pulling you toward him. “I was gonna make you feel good, make you forget all about those assholes.”

“Mmm, and I am looking forward to that, but I believe I still owe you a thank you for the car,” you reminded with a smile, your fingers working his belt buckle, coming free with a clink as you slid it from his jeans, holding it up and dropping it to the floor with a thud.

“Oh yeah?” One eyebrow raised, those lips curving up on one side as you unbuttoned his pants, the purr of his zipper as you slid it down.

Eddie lifted his hips as you grabbed onto the loops of his jeans, pulling them down and off, leaving them in a heap on the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. Sitting back on your heels, your tongue ran along your bottom lip as you took in the sight of his engorged cock, the tip glistening with wetness already as he sat, one leg against the back of the couch and one on the floor, spread and ready for you.

“Like what you see, baby?” mused Eddie, head shifting to the side, brown locks falling across his face, those deep brown eyes watching you intently.

“Very much.”

You settled yourself on your stomach between his legs. Reaching out, you took his length in your hand, velvet fingers moving along his rigid shaft. Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut at your touch.

“Fuucckk…” he groaned.

“Feel good?” you inquired, your grip becoming firmer as you pumped him with your palm.

“So good, sweetheart…so fucking good…”

Bolstered by his reaction, you flicked your tongue across the tip, delighting in the hiss from between his teeth that followed, his hips bucking up, reactively searching for your mouth. Keeping your hand around the base, you wrapped your lips around him, working as much of him as you could inside the warmth of your throat.

“Jesus Christ, yeah, baby. Just like that,” Eddie praised, bucking up and into your mouth, sending the tip of him hitting the back of your throat until you gagged. “Love that goddamn mouth. Looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, princess.”

You hummed around him as his fingers dove into your hair, guiding you up and down. Wetness pooled in your panties, pleasure racing through you at the knowledge that you could make him feel this good. You’d never had a man react to your touch the way Eddie did and you found it was a powerful aphrodisiac. You swore you could get off just from the sounds that you were capable of drawing out of him. You just wanted to make him moan, growl, and curse again and again.

You released him from your mouth to run your tongue along the underside, the thick vein that ran there. Continuing to work him in your hand, you lifted his cock up just enough and then you did something you’d never done before. Hesitantly, you ran her tongue over one of his testicles.

“Jesus fuck!” Eddie cried out, his entire body tensing for a moment. “Fuck baby, do it again.”

You eagerly complied with his command before taking one of the heavy sacs into your mouth carefully, remembering your friends talking about how sensitive they were, how guys loved ball play but you had to be gentle. The sounds that Eddie was currently making let you know that whatever you were doing was right as you sucked softly before showing the other one the same attention.

“You’re like goddamn magic…jesus…fuck me…baby, I’m so close…” he gasped, guiding your mouth back to his cock.

You took his length in again, hollowing out your cheeks. Your hands came to his thighs, the muscles tense under your grasp. Eddie’s hips rocked helplessly, his head collapsed back against the arm of the couch, sweat slicked tendrils of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. He looked so goddamn beautiful on the verge of losing control and all because of you.

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. Right there. Jesus. Fuck. Shit. Oh my god,” Eddie muttered, his grip on your hair tightening as he roared, back arching up and off the couch before he painted your throat with his release. “Holy shit…that was…holy shit…”

You smirked, swallowing him down, before crawling up his body. Hovering over him, you tenderly pushed pieces of hair from his face, your heart aching at the sight of him, completely blissed out, peaceful, happy, a small smile on his lips as he looked up at you.

“You are so beautiful,” you whispered, thumb tracing his bottom lip.

“I thought we went over this,” Eddie teased. “Sexy, sweetheart. I’m sexy. It’s much more manly.” He snatched your hand in his, pressing his lips to your fingertips. “But thank you. Now, I have something that I started before I was so rudely interrupted that I am dying to finish.”

“Oh, by all means, don’t let me stop you,” you laughed.

“Sweetheart, the goddamn U.S. Army couldn’t stop me.”

He leaned into you until you had no choice but to lie back on the couch, his lips claiming yours once again. Calloused fingers, a guitar player’s fingers slid along your skin, down your side to hook into your underwear.

Just as Eddie was dragging the lacy fabric over your hip, the entire room lit up with a flash of lightning that was quickly followed by a rumble of thunder so loud that it shook the house. It took you a moment to realize that Eddie was frozen, his hand on your outer thigh, and that hand was trembling.

“Eddie?” you asked softly, your own hand cupping his cheek, turning his head to you.

His eyes were wide, no longer molten chocolate, those brown pools were defenseless with fear. Plush lips were parted, quick ragged breaths sounding between them. You didn’t know how you knew but you knew he was back there, wherever there was, the place of his nightmares and something about the storm had set him off.

“Eddie? Hey. It’s okay,” you assured, sitting up, your arm coming around him, his body shaking, like the lone leaf on the tree, fighting to survive the bitter winter wind.

You pulled him to you, his body collapsing against yours as if he were a rag doll, an inanimate object incapable of movement. You snatched the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around the two of you. Just holding onto him, you rocked gently back and forth in an attempt to soothe whatever was aching in him.

Eddie whimpered, soft moans, his eyes slipping closed, head shaking back and forth. He was scaring you, again, but you knew you wouldn’t get anything out of him now. He was in the midst of it, all but gone to you, his body was with you but his brain was somewhere else entirely.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’ve got you,” you repeated again and again, trying anything you could think of to make whatever this was better for him.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“No. No. You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I fucking hate lightning…that place…red sky and lightning…” He groaned, burying his face against your neck like a frightened child.

“That’s okay. Fuck lightning.” You ran your hand over his hair, your other one gripping his arm tightly, keeping him locked against you. You had no idea what place he was talking about. Red sky? The fire? Was there a storm the night of the mall fire?

“Don’t…don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. I am going to stay right here with you, okay? I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’ll never be okay…”

Your eyes slipped closed, a tear slipping down your cheek, your heart aching for him, the things he’d seen, the things he’d been through, the things you would never get to know and could therefore never truly be able to help him with.

Chapter 19

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lynnlovesspidahman · 9 months

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this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

masterlist.

warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore.

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

Read 2:16 PM

You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

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licorice-tea · 4 months

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I’m A Ghost Of You, You’re A Ghost Of Me Pt. 4

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: strawhat reader, gender neutral reader, drinking in a bar, one mention of virginity (in a jokey way), mainly just reader and zoro talking, brief mention of fighting/canon typical violence, a tiny bit angsty, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: this part is kind of like reader and zoro’s first date! just a lot of talking and some angsty feelings about failure :/ but with comfort! also i’ve never been to a bar or drank a ton (im 19) so im sorry if the descriptions of alcohol are inaccurate (but also zoro canonically drinks an insane amount without actually getting drunk so idk.) also im not really sure where i want the series to go from here so… leave suggestions? anyway, enjoy! <3

Part 3

Reverse Mountain and the encounter with Laboon served to bring you closer to your new crew in a matter of hours. Though you were the last to join in the East Blue, it felt like you’d already known them all a lifetime. Your place on the crew comes naturally to you as you work in tandem with the others to overcome these obstacles.

After the long day and several brushes with death, the Straw Hats arrive to an island called Whiskey Peak. The inhabitants, surprisingly, seem enthralled with your arrival. They welcome you all with open arms and invite the crew to free drinks and a night of fun at one of their bars. It’s a little suspicious to some, but you (being on the more naive and fresh side) see nothing wrong with it. And so, you all happily go along with their invitation.

Which is how you found yourself here: sitting on a barstool with a line of shot glasses before you.

“Gonna drink all that yourself?”

You look up and smile at the voice- Roronoa Zoro. “Nope, it’s for you.”

He sits besides you, “2… 8… You got me 10 shots?”

“I wasn’t sure what you drink. Besides, I said I’d treat you.”

You tell him what each drink is, he picks out 5, then slides the rest toward you. “Drink up, y/n.”

“Oh.. I, uh… I don’t really drink.” Especially not 5 shots at once, at that.

Zoro shrugs, “‘s your tab.”

You watch as he downs all 5 of the drinks he’s chosen, eyes wide in surprise that he was able to do so by the end. Then, he looks at you expectantly. Steeling yourself for what’s to come, you nod with a sense of duty and face your 5 shots. “Here goes nothing.”

The first burns a little, but it’s nothing you can’t handle (despite the look of disgust on your face.) The second has you coughing- only because you took it right after the first, of course. Zoro barks out a laugh and pats your back. You wave him off, “I’m fine, I’m fine…” and pick up the third. Still chuckling, he grabs your wrist (with the hand that isn’t rubbing your back in circles) and lowers it down to the table.

“I was kidding, don’t drink more than you can handle. Takes out all the fun.” He proceeds to down the 3 remaining shots, completely disregarding his previous statement.

“Well, you sure make it look easy.” The annoyance in your voice is evident.

“I’ve got a high tolerance. But you,” His arm is now resting on the back of your seat, and you feel a finger poke you square in the back. “are a lightweight.”

“I- hey! I am not a lightweight. Taking 8 shots just like that isn’t normal, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m better than normal.”

A soft smile spreads across your features. “You sure about that, Zoro?”

“Wh- Of course I’m sure. Why, you don’t think I am?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance in order to mess with him. “I don’t know… that guy over there just finished his 12th drink of the night, sooo…”

“What guy? You’re kidding, I swear-“

Laughter erupts from your chest, similar to his own fit when you struggled to down the 2nd of your 2 drinks.

“Oh. Ha-ha, real funny y/n.”

“God, you’re so easy to mess with! What happened to the stoic swordsman I met on the beach last year?”

He shrugs, “Same guy.”

“Hm…” You’ve noticed that he seems to get a little defensive when you bring up that night. “Why don’t you want to talk about that night?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Zoro. C’mon, you can talk to me… We’re crew mates, right?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments; just looks down at the bar. “I failed. Plain and simple.”

“Oh…. because you didn’t bring me back to my island?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t think that’s the same as failure, you chose to-“

“You don’t get it, y/n. I couldn’t force you to go back. I wanted to, I was going to, but I couldn’t.”

“…Not to toot your horn, Zoro, but you’re plenty strong. I would’ve put up a good fight, but I’m not sure I would’ve won-“ You pat your arrow quiver, “especially not at such a close distance.”

“No. I really couldn’t.” Frustration begins to seep into his tone. “I couldn't find the- the strength or resolve. And I still don’t know why, but if things hadn’t just worked out in the end like they did…”

“But, they did, Zoro. And, I still don’t really understand what you mean, but just because you go against orders doesn’t mean you’re a failure or anything like that. You’re your own person.”

“I’m my own person who wants to fulfill my duties.”

“Even if it meant doing the wrong thing?”

“… I have my limits.”

“So then why are you beating yourself up over one task you didn’t carry out, especially one that wasn’t morally right? I’m biased, of course, but still…”

“’Cause I didn’t see anything wrong with it. But I just couldn't do it. I couldn’t have done anything that night if I’d wanted to- it’s like I was…” he trails off, shaking his head instead of finishing his sentence.

“Like you were what?”

Zoro shrugs. “Stunned.” If he were more of a romantic in his manner of speaking, he would’ve added something along the lines of “by you; by your smile and the way you move.”

“Hm. Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you were. Or else I’d still be kicking it in a boring old house with boring people.”

He exhales sharply in a dry laugh. “Hmph. My pleasure.”

The rest of the night, which both of you seem to have forgotten is technically your first date, goes by in a flash. Zoro has another bottle and a half of sake, which you pay for while wondering how one person can drink so much and not seem inebriated. Soon enough, most everyone in the bar is knocked out- save for you, Zoro, the bartender, and a few stragglers.

“You haven’t had anything to drink all night.” He observes.

“Those shots were more than enough.”

Zoro shakes his head and waves over the bartender. “What’s your drink?”

You smile bashfully. “A shirley temple, please.”

He pays for your drink and the bartender whips it up in no time. “I thought I was supposed to be buying your drinks tonight.”

“You bought me 10 shots, then 2 bottles of sake; I won’t take offense. And, this non alcoholic garbage is cheap.”

“It is not garbage.”

“Fine, it’s just a kid’s drink.”

“It’s not for kids! It’s virgin.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, then mumbles under his breath. “Bet you’d know a lot about that.”

You shove his shoulder with a scandalized gasp. “Zoro!”

He laughs once more, loud and bright and so full of joy that you can’t help but giggle along with him.

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How could I ever forget you? Chapter 16

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow × f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: "I guess this is it"

Chapter 2: "Oh how I missed you"

Chapter 3: "Goodbye, Sebastian"

Chapter 4: " think it's time you move on"

Chapter 5: "Professor Sallow?"

Chapter 6: "Welcome Home"

Chapter 7: "You're my good luck charm"

Chapter 8: "I'm more of a butterfly person"

Chapter 9: “What have you become?”

Chapter 10: “I have something for you”

Chapter 11: “Curious”

Chapter 12: “I can never stay away from you”

Chapter 13: “Meet me in the undercroft”

Chapter 14: “Shall we dance?”

Chapter 15: “Maybe I’m just as messed up as you”

Chapter 16: “I need you”

The Professor cleared her throat as silence echoed the dusty halls, your eyes focused firmly on the ground.

“Professor,” Sebastian acknowledged, in an awkward huff as he barged past her, fading into the darkness ahead.

He had completely abandoned you.

You stood up straight, tucking your hair behind your ear in an attempt to make yourself presentable, as if that would somehow ease the tension.

“Professor Weasley, I-“ your voice trembled.

“It’s none of my business,” she snapped, making you look up at her in pure disbelief. “Just.. clean up this mess, will you?”

Her glance peered over the frame of her glasses at the books scattered by your feet. As you knelt to the floor to retrieve them your eyes met again. The expression of discomfort slapped across her face spoke a thousand words. This wasn’t the mess she was talking about.

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Books in hand, you made your way back across the castle under flickering candlelight, stumbling on the green gown that still hung from your body. By now it was likely very early morning, as this eventful night had dragged on for hours.

As you passed the Great Hall once more, a trickle of light caught your eye, revealing the grand old door to be just slightly ajar. Your curiosity was getting the better of you, as who in Merlin’s name would still be partying at this hour?

Passing through, you were met with the dim empty hall, candles bobbing gently in the night sky overhead, accompanied by quiet twinkling music playing only for one lonely figure that stood by the drinks.

Turned away from you, broad shoulders in that same white shirt rolled up at the forearms, holding a bottle of something that it was far too late to be drinking.

You gently crept in, and slammed the pile of books on the table in front of you, causing him to turn with a shudder.

“Thanks for that,” you stated, glaring at Sebastian. “For just abandoning me in there.”

He took another swig of his drink before wiping the sweat from his forehead and leaning onto the table. His fingertips landing on the books you’d just placed down. His head turned, investigating the titles that graced the covers.

“I did wonder what had taken you to the library at such hour,” his soft lips hummed. “An architectural guide to hogwarts?” He raised an eyebrow, a simmer of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

“So no apology?” You stood your ground, furious that he’d avoided it the first time.

“That’s your mess, MC. Not mine,” he teased.

You gasped, accidentally letting a chuckle out with it. The audacity of him.

Arms folded, you responded so slyly that anyone would have thought it was you that was in Slytherin.

“A mess you created.”

“And how exactly did I do that?” He leaned in close, once again inhaling the alcohol on his lips. “I didn’t force you to play lovey dovey with Weasley, it’s not my fault you can’t resist me,” a grin plastered across his freckled face.

“Actually you did,” your lips slipped out, instantly realising you’d revealed too much.

“I’m sorry?” He questioned. “I forced you?”

“Enough, Sebastian!” You snapped.

The energy shifted as Sebastian dropped the teasing in an instant, giving you both a moment to breathe.

“MC, I… I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, gently taking your hand in his. “..but I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for leaving you. For every time I left.”

You heard him place the bottle down onto the table with his other hand, before bringing it to your waist with a protective grip. As you glanced up at him, a wave of warmth passed over you. His deep eyes glistened with pure compassion as they fixed on yours. You didn’t just know he meant it, you felt it.

“Its.. it’s not your fault… Theres some things I need to.. take care of “ you whispered, feeling a little tear forming in the corner of your eye.

“Don’t.. worry about that right now,” he shushed. “Instead…dance with me?”

A smile grew across your lips, as did his to match. Suddenly your felt your feet lift from the ground as Sebastian picked you up into spin, holding you ever so gently as he carried you across the Great Hall. You giggled into each other, never before so comfortable.

As Sebastian placed you back onto the ground, his cheeks beamed a blushing pink, something he was hoping was hidden behind his shadow of stubble. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it felt like he’d been waiting an eternity to hold you like that. To be the one who made you giggle again. To make you his.

Sebastian bowed, offering out his hand to you with a grin.

The thudding in your chest grew louder at a sight you’d only dreamed of, taking place before your very eyes.

“Sebastian,” you chuckled, leaving him standing there, hand still out to you with a puzzled look.

As his lips parted to respond, you leapt forward into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He cradled you in, burying into your shoulder as you pressed against his chest. His familiar scent had you melting at his touch, begging for this moment to last forever. He slowly swept you across the floor, entirely lost in each other as the sunrise began to slowly trickle in. Sending beams of light dancing through the room with you.

“I need you,” he breathed into you, coming to a halt as his pressed his lips against your forehead. His beard tickled against your skin while his large hands drew circles across your back, luring you in to him with every breath.

“Sebastian,” you whispered, stepping back with a smile, resisting the want for him that consumed you. “Go to bed.”

You turned, making your way out of the hall with a blushing smile as you stopped to remove your healed shoes that were burning your tired feet.

Sebastian stood there as he watched you slip away. Analysing the way your body moved with the floating dress behind you. The curves in your hips, the sharp edges of your shoulder blades. He was besotted with you, and practically panting like a puppy.

His sigh echoed across the room as he brought himself back to reality, spinning like a giddy schoolboy. Turning towards the table, he caught eye of the books you’d left there, picking them up rather curiously. Whatever were they for?

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The castle was now buried deep in crisp white snow and fairy lights, it was the last week of term before Christmas break.

A few days had passed since you’d danced with Sebastian under the stars, and unfortunately you hadn’t yet seen Garreth either. The rest of that weekend had clearly been recovery time from the drunken antics of that night, and now Monday had rolled back around faster than ever.

You sat at your usual seat for breakfast that morning, a festive cheer lingered in the air amongst the students all chatting away before you. As you looked out from the professors table, you scanned at every seat for a pile of missing books that you were sure you’d left there a couple of nights prior, but alas they were nowhere to be seen.

Professor Weasley promptly made her entrance, causing you to look away rather shamefully. Just the sight of her had sucked the festive joy right out of you, a hash reminder of the reality you were facing, and the one thing you had to do today.

Holding your spoon, you began prodding at the food on the plate in front of you in order to look busy, hoping that absolutely no one wanted to converse with you, however it seemed you’d be wrong about that as a voice cleared their throat from above your head.

Looking up, a pair of brown smiling eyes were beaming down. Eyes you’d missed dearly since you told them to go to bed.

“Hello, you,” spoke his smooth voice. His hand delicately brushed against yours on the table, ever so subtly that nobody noticed.

You felt your stomach flip as the tingling sensation in your cheeks began to flush. Sebastian clearly noticed this, prompting him to tuck that stray piece of hair behind your ear to see you turn even redder.

“What are you doing?” A shy whisper left your lips as you smiled down, completely baffled that he’d be even remotely affectionate with you in public.

“Asking you to meet me in my office after classes,” Sebastian grinned. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.”

The way he spoke oozed with tease, as if he’d entirely forgotten his life was at stake.

“And why is that?”

“To collect the books you’d forgotten.”

“Oh, of course.”

“And..” he paused. “For something else.”

Chapter 17

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