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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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I’m a Bad Liar with a Savior Complex —

Part two,, 2k words,, Vox x reader

a/n — THIS IS A FOLLOW UP FIC OF THE FIRST ONE BY THE WAY. For those who didn’t know even though I literally spelled it out in the title.

warnings — Angst, toxic relationships, mild fluff, discussion of injuries, read the first part first!

summary — Part two of ‘I’m a Bad Liar with a Savior Complex’ where Vox comes to the reader after a particularly bad fight with Val.

“I love you.”

The words echoed throughout your mind as you drifted in and out of consciousness. I love you.

What a load of bullshit. Vox didn’t love you, he just loved your attention and wanted to keep it for as long as possible. That had to be it.

But he was so tired, he couldn’t have possibly had control over what he was saying. And besides, the idea that everything Vox says is perfectly calculated is giving him way too much credit.

Isn’t that what got him into this mess in the first place? Of course, it was the sloppiness of his words that cause that crack in his screen.

But you didn’t want to underestimate him. He could get what he wanted easily in most circumstances.

His emotions usually got the best of him, yeah. But in this case? You weren’t sure. Is that what happened?

You wonder vaguely if he got caught up in the moment and blurted out the first thing he thought. But that would imply that, at least a part of his subconscious meant it.

No, you didn’t want that. In fact, you hoped it was just a tactic to get more out of you. That would make things a whole lot easier.

Oh well, an issue for the morning, you supposed. In his sleep, Vox had turned over on his side, back pressed up to your stomach.

You gave into the fatigue and snuggled in closer to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck and wrapping your arms around his middle.

With one final sigh at the events of the night, you shut your eyes and waited for sleep to take you.

When you awoke, Vox was still asleep. But you were sure it was morning, maybe even past noon.

Patiently, you waited for a little while for Vox to wake before going to get coffee. However, after a good ten minutes, you figured he wasn’t done sleeping.

God, it had to be about tem hours now, you thought lazily as you stretch on the end of the bed. Poor guy had a rough night.

With that, you head to the kitchen, pouring yourself and Vox, just in case, a cup of coffee. You do your usual morning routine, brushing your teeth, watching TV on the couch, things like that.

After about an hour, and after reheating Vox’s coffee, you decide to head back into your room to check on him.

He was sound asleep, screen completely dark and still curled up on his side. You sigh at the sight, he looked adorable.

Once again, you climb into bed with him, holding him close to you. You plant a kiss on his neck and, finally, he stirs.

He arched his back, stretching and yawning as his screen powered on. Without thinking, he sleepily turned over in your arms and nuzzled into your neck.

He winced when your chin bumped the bandages on his screen. You rub his back and kiss his forehead, soothing him awake.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. How you feeling?” You speak softly, voice still gravely from not having spoken all day.

He hummed quietly, “Not great considering half of my face is gone.”

And we’re back to snarky comments, but it was better than him crying.

You nod your head and breathe out a laugh, “Yeah, well you look like you’re holding up pretty decently. Oh, I got you coffee.”

He doesn’t sit up, “Not yet.”

“Are you sure? It might get cold—“

“Just not yet,” He looked up at you longingly, subconsciously holding onto your shirt tighter. “I just woke up, give me a minute before you shoving liquids down my throat.”

In reality, Vox didn’t want a reason to get up. Although he appreciated the thought, he’d rather you not have gotten him coffee in the first place.

He had a terrible sinking feeling. One that told him, if you get up, you’ll never get this moment back. And he liked this moment; waking up in your arms, exchanging banter while still tired.

It all felt so domestic. Something that, usually, Vox wouldn’t like. But with you it felt different. It contrasted so heavily with his usual life, Valentino aside, just the stress of running Voxtech in general.

And yeah, he didn’t feel perfectly right now, but he felt okay being taken care of like this. The idea of getting up and leaving was weighing on him.

Although with lack of better judgment, Vox waited for you to pick up on this.

If you did, it wasn’t shown.

“You don’t have to run into work soon, do you?” you inquire, tracing up Vox’s back with your nails.

“Not today, no. Well, I mean, if I want a new screen then yes,” Vox paused, “But I don’t have to do that for a while.”

The last part was added quickly and uncharacteristically hesitant. You were starting to pick up on it now, his reluctance to leave.

You think for a moment, “You know, you could hang around the apartment for as long as you want too.”

He nodded, “Well, I don’t know if i’m in much of a state to leave, anyways. Damn… fucked up face.”

And with that it’s decided, Vox wasn’t going to leave until he felt like it. Which, for all either of you cared at the time being, could have been never.

The day passed in small sequences. Just as you suspected, Vox acted almost completely normal, as if his head injury had never happened. Even though it was clearly bothering him.

However, he did surprise you in a couple ways. One, he was still here instead of in Valentino’s arms ‘making up’ and, more accurately, making out. And two, he was far more touchy than usual, in a physical sense.

Every pat your back or hand on your shoulder lasted five seconds to long, lingering in an unbearably noticeable way.

Although you continued the day fairly normally, despite these setbacks, Vox faced a dilemma.

A simple one, on the surface at least; the question of why you were helping him? If Vox wasn’t mistaken, and he so rarely was, you were supposed to be just a sex thing.

Then why did this feel like more? Why did he feel a deep desire for you, one that goes past getting his dick wet. He wanted you like this, kind and caring. He felt as if, at the moment, he needed it.

Almost a foreign feeling. Almost.

He knew all of the pride ring needed him for electricity, that was simple. He needed them for power in a more metaphorical sense.

And similarly, Valentino needed him too. And it was abundantly clear the feeling was mutual. What’d they get out of that? Sex, the support of a powerful individual, eachothers less-than-ideal company.

Much like that, he couldn’t quite place the origin of his need for you. But this felt different, it wasn’t codependency. It was a sense of unwarranted generosity, the lack of any overarching deal or necessity for one another out of greed or toxic attachment.

You treated him with kindness simply because you were kind. Now, that was a foreign feeling. He wondered vaguely if he would do the same for you. He hoped he would. In reality, he knew he wouldn’t.

Maybe he wasn’t cut out for this kind of life. But maybe, at this very moment in time, he didn’t care. He wasn’t really planning his every step from this point on, nor did he want to be.

Of course, usually, yes that would be the actions taken to ensure nothing bad comes of this. But a large part of him didn’t want to think about anything bad happening because of this.

That would make your relationship, whatever it was, just like everything he was holding it above.

“You good there, Vox?” You smile over to him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

You two sat on the couch together, watching tv lazily. Your knees were pulled up onto the couch, touching the base of his thighs. He on the other hand, didn’t look comfortable at all.

In fact, he looked tense.

You rub his shoulder encouragingly. He frowns deeply and diverts his gaze. Your smile. He was already getting used to your smile.

Although, he didn’t know how much time he had left with it. Knowing himself, no matter how hard he tried, Val would enter the picture again, just like he always does.

Just like how Vox always lets him. More than ‘lets,’ fully embraces, more like. He not only enables that behavior, he encourages it.

“I’m fine,” he answered shortly. Oh, very nice, he thought, i’m sure that snippy response wouldn’t push anyone away.

“Hey,” you say so softly that Vox winces at your gentleness, “Tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can try to fix it.”

Vox breathes out a bitter laugh and then points to his broken face, “Wow, I fucking wonder.”

You frown and pull back, “I know that’s not all.”

Vox stayed silent before leaning towards you and out stretching his arms slightly. It was a perfect indirect way of inviting a hug.

You accept, pulling him in and wrapping your hands around his middle, rubbing his back. He slinks his arms around your neck and scooting closer to you.

“I could go with you, you know?” You say quietly.

“Um, where?”

“Your office. To get the new screen? So you wouldn’t—“ so he wouldn’t have to be alone, but you don’t say that. You just imply it. “—so you wouldn’t have to drive there with half a face. Feels dangerous.”

He sunk deeper in your arms, almost letting out a sigh of relief, “That’s a good idea. Not exactly in the state to drive, if you can’t tell.”

You drive him to the Vees building and offer to wait in the car, but for whatever stupid reason, he insists you come in.

His not even particularly sure why, he just does. Vox is, in every other scenario, sure about everything he does. There’s always a reason for every move.

But with you, that wasn’t necessarily true. That bothered him.

The walk in is easy enough, same with the elevator ride to his office. Once you step into the terrible machine, you can’t help but get a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach.

As if a fire-breathing dragon awaits the other side of the door to snatch Vox up and take him away.

However, when the doors open, there is no dragon. There isn’t anyone. Just Vox’s office, to which he leads the way as you two walk in.

“This should just take a second. I know I put the fucker around here somewhere,” Vox shifts around in his desk cabinets for his new parts.

That’s when you hear him. The silent calm in the room is broken when a voice calls from down the hall.

You don’t hear what it says, nor do you really care about the specifics. The specifics don’t matter when you see the look on Vox’s face.

It isn’t a fire breathing dragon, it isn’t even a monster. Simply, a moth. But oh, how you hated it.

Vox spares you a glance before calling back to the voice. In your mind, it doesn’t matter what he said either. In fact, it’s all relatively muffled. You know that was it, you know you just lost him.

Whatever today was, it was over. Just as you suspected, the routine would kick back in. A good fuck, maybe some cuddling, not seeing each other for days at a time, rinse and repeat.

In truth, Vox was gone the second he stepped into his office. This was his environment, not the softly lit surroundings of your apartment.

The love he felt for you last night would be absent from his mind until the next time he comes to you to lick his wounds.

You shove your hands in your pockets. Vox spares you a hesitant glance before walking away to follow Valentinos voice.

That was the difference between you too, Vox’s love was conditional, yours was not.

It was as simple as that and, unfortunately, you both knew that. While as a part of Vox hated himself for it, you accepted it with an empty dullness.

You knew his ‘I love you’ wouldn’t last, just like you knew he wasn’t being truthful about how his screen broke.

After all, he was a bad liar.

a/n — What if I said this fic takes place in the same timeline as my ‘I Could be a Better Boyfriend’ fic. And then what if I lied and said I was planning that all along?

What then?

also last minute edit but pretty sure @imsoboredlmfao wanted to be tagged so here it is!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #inbox open #vox x you #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel

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eyesxxyou · 9 months

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Fun & Games

☆🕷️。・hobie brown x blackcat!reader

rating. m

word count. 3.3k

synopsis. you and Hobie have long been playing the game of cat and spider. you chase, you fight, you fuck, you fight again, and you two love your games. but it's truly all fun and games until you manage to get your hands on an interdimensional device.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🐾warning: p in v sex, unprotected sex don't do that children, possessive!hobie, public sex, y/n is a real hoe and I love her for that, odd love hate relationship, clit slapping, Gwen's here very briefly, wall sex, bondage, mentions of injury, just me being horny so it's kinda horribly written, lemme know if I missed anything

"She's gotta be somewhere." Gwen sat perched on a ledge, the eyes of her mask wide and alert for any sign of the anomaly. In other words, you. You had somehow managed to get your hands on a interdimensional device of Miguel's making and have been hopping all around the multiverse causing mayhem. "You sure you have no idea where she's at? She's from your dimension after all, not to mention-"

The thing is, the devices don't show exact locations. They just tell you what dimension others are in. Leaving Gwen and Hobie hopping about right after you to put you back where you belong.

It was Hobie's fault after all. Being the Black Cat of his dimension meant you were good at sleight of hand. A single run in with you and next thing he knows his device is gone, his cock is hard, and he misses you so fucking much.

"Yeah, yeah, i's my fault or whateva." He spoke over the communicator, his eyes scanning across the streets for just a peek of that brilliant white hair of yours. "I'll keep an eye out, jus' stay where you are and don't underestimate 'er. She'll put you on ya arse before ya know it." He's gone toe to toe with you plenty of times to know that you're rather skilled in combat. And for reasons he'd also know that you're flexible.

He cut off his device, the one Miguel reluctantly gave him after laying into him over his incompetence. "You're gonna deal with this mess you've made!" He almost crushed the device in his hand from gripping it so hard as he pushed it into Hobie's chest. "You get her back to where she belongs then you're out. You're done."

Hobie honestly couldn't give less of a damn about being booted from the society. Taking orders and being a part of a team was really cramping his style. Preferred it when it was just him and his own dimension's problems.

He hopped between buildings in this dimension looking for any marker of you. Your cloud-like hair done always in wild, untamed curls that somehow manage to sit perfect around your face. You wore black leather, nice sharp spikes, claws you made yourself that left their scar against his chest as well as down his back.

Hobie liked how complicated your relationship is. How you constantly kept him on his toes, remained so inconsistent that he never got bored. One second you were on your knees, his cock weighing heavy on your pretty tongue, just narrowly missing the angel bite piercings you had with fangs in, and the next, you were trying to claw his eyes out of his face. You were batshit fucking insane and he was absolutely in love with you though, he'd never admit that.

He hoped he found you before Gwen did— it's been just a little under a month and he's been feening for you, spending his lonely nights when he doesn't have a million wounds and a few broken bones to tend to with his hand wrapped firmly around his cock and your name wetting his lips with prayer. He's fucking pussy-whipped, desperate, absolutely nuts for you.

And when he finds you (which he always does somehow), you're hopping across a rooftop and sliding down a gutter into a nearby alleyway. He follows you stealthily, lingering in the shadows as he rounds the corner and drops into the shady alley. But he finds you aren't there. He pauses, talks a moment to let his instincts take the lead.

It just took a second, a small tingle, the hairs on the back of his neck standing but he hardly had any time to react before you were on his back with your claws pressed against his throat. "Ya missed me?" You whispered in his ear with the touch of a smile in your voice.

Hobie moved quickly, pushing the both of you back until your back slammed against the jagged brick wall and your grip loosened just enough for him to pry himself out of your clawed hold. He webbed you up with your hands trapped above your head. Your goggles were already pushed up into your wild hair and your cat-like eyes gleamed at him. "I'd say you do."

Hobie reached up and pulled off his mask. “Nice to see ya too, Y/N. We can have our reunion once ya back where ya belong.”

“Never took you as the type to join a committee of interdimensional spider fascist.” You scoff, wriggling your wrist against the binding of his webs but you know all too well how strong they actually are. Many times have you been caught in his web, bent in all sorts of positions. He’s always been your favorite toy.

“No’ by choice. You did me a fava’ actually, they gave me the boot ‘cause of you.” He came close, his tall, lean stature looming over you as he removed the watch from your wrist and deactivated it. Hobie looked down at you, looking into your sultry eyes that told him you just wanted to sit on his dick then make your grand escape. You’re always dressed in leather, your shorts so tight and small it leaves hardly anything to the imagination. You were wearing those torn up, distressed tights he loved so much and that he’s definitely torn his own fair share of holes in.

“Don’t you want to know why I went to the places I did?”

“There’s a reason?” He thought it was just you fucking around, trying to cause as much mayhem as possible, begin a nice little collection of diamonds stolen from different dimensions. Your motivations were always a bit hard to decipher.

You leaned in as close as you could in the position you were stuck in and whispered to him, “All the dimensions I went to had a version of you in them. I wanted to see which one was my favorite.” It was a confession of sin just between the two of you in this dark little alleyway he had you stuck in. “Would you like me to tell you about the other yous I’ve met?” You took his stoic silence as answer enough.

“There was one with the prettiest eyes. One blue and one brown. I got to look in them while I rode his pretty face. He made me cum so hard.” Your voice was so heavy with the memory of it but you didn’t linger. “And the other one, nice, long locs. He fucked me so good my legs were shaking. Oh- and the other one made me squirt for the first time-”

Your descriptions sparked something primal in Hobie, something carnal and possessive. A part of him was aroused at the thought of your pretty little cunt he was absolutely addicted to getting ran through by different versions of himself. Maybe you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you, why else would you do something like this?

“You a lil’ whore, ya know tha’, kitty?” His hands were already at the waist of your shorts, undoing the makeshift button you had made after he broke the original one a while ago. His lips were on yours, licking and biting feverishly in attempt to get a taste of you. “Guess I gotta remind you who you belong to.” He needed to tame your pretty little pussy, domesticate it, make it purr for him.

“I don’t belong to anyone, you know that.” You murmur against his lips, shifting your hips to make it easier for him to get your shorts out of the way. He pulled them down to your knees just above your boots and shifted away from you to duck under and slot his way between your nylon-clad thighs. He trailed kisses up the length of your body as he made his way back up, shoving your torn shirt up so his lips could feel your heated skin. “I’d beg to diffa, luv. I think you know ya slutty pussy belongs to me because why else would you hop aroun’ the multiverse just to hook up wit’ me ova and ova again?” He forced your shirt up over your tits, leaving you nice and exposed, unable to do anything about it even if you wanted.

“I’ve just gotta show you tha’ the original is always the bes’.” He had no time to take his time, to worship every inch, every curve, every dimple. He wanted his cock in you, he wanted to fuck you hard, fast, and deep. He wanted to destroy that pride of yours and force you to admit that he will always be your favorite.

He knows that's just how you like it. Rough, quick, and almost animalistic with a hint of risk. You can't get off without it.

He tears a new hole in your tights right that the crotch and finds that your panties are already soaked, the vague outline of your plump pussy pressing against the fabric that clings to you like a second skin. He gets so hard at just the sight of it, so hard it becomes painful. "I's been a long fuckin' time." Hobie breathed out under his breath. "Ma favorite girl missed me I can see." He pressed the bulge of his cock against your wet, desperate cunt.

Your muscles tense and shudder uncontrollably as your lips attempt to contain a horrid little whimper. You weren't usually so sensitive, Hobie could feel your thighs clamping at his hips in an attempt to close your legs. His fingers slid past your panties and pulled them to the side just to find that your pussy was already pink and swollen, abused and misused by all the cocks you've already taken. You were so damn sensitive, your bud throbbing and engorged.

Hobie couldn't help but let out a chuckle, a smirk framing the scoff he let out. "A fuckin' slut, I tell you. You've already been so damn ran through." He slapped your pussy nice and firm and your whole body jolted with the pain and pleasure it caused and you cried out a little too loud.

"Migh' wanna be quiet. Ya don't wan' someone coming down and seeing your poor cut gettin' abused." His fingers slid between your slick folds, every part of you tender to the touch, every movement leaving your body trembling. It's pathetic how quickly he can have you and squeaking, whining, crying mess. A street cat tame by those long, slender fingers of his as he plays in your mess, a reminder of all the other hims you've had. You had been out on a conquest and somehow it's ending with you getting conquered.

It was easy for him to glide his fingers into your heat, the pad of his thumb drawing circles on your poor clit while he used his other hand to grab your chin and force you to look him in the eyes. "Can you feel tha'?' Your cunt was swallowing his digits down to the knuckle and squeezing. "Nice lil' kitty is purrin' fo' me. Think I migh' make 'er a house cat."

"Go fuck yourself." You manage to choke out between the strangled moans of your throat. Hobie chuckled and kissed you, nice and hard with his tongue against yours and his fingers playing your pussy like a fiddle. God, he was so good at what he did, knew just where your sweet spot was to have you crumbling in his hold.

He pulled back a little, both of your lips wet with saliva, and nipped at your bottom lip. His fingers pumped in and out of your trembling pussy that wept for him, your slick dripping from his knuckles. You writhed against your restraints, claws sawing at his webbing to little avail. And you knew his fingers were nothing compared to that gorgeous cock of his that fit in you so snuggly and touched places that, before him, you hadn’t even known existed.

But his fingers were so good, able to caress your walls in ways his length couldn’t. His thumb rubbed your clit ferociously, sending spiked balls of pleasure to every muscle in your body. You spasmed, back arching off the walls, eyes rolling, vision blurry. “S-stop fuckin’ with me.” You manage to spit out at him in a shaking gasp.

“But fuckin’ wit’ ya is my favorite part.” Hobie slipped his fingers from your messy hole and took it upon himself to get a taste. “Plus, i’s no’ like you show me any mercy when ya in one of ya moods. I’ve gotta point to prove here.” His hands began to undo his belt with rushed persistence.

“And what point is that?” You watch him pull himself out, the length of his cock pressed against your pelvis. Prettiest you’ve ever seen, nice and long with subtle veins and dark brown tip beading with pearls of precum that weep from his tip and roll down the underside of his shaft.

Hobie maneuvered (more like manhandled) your fame so that your legs were up over his shoulders. He spat on his fingers, used it as lube to spread down his length. “Tha’ you ‘n I both know you can’t replace me with some off brand version.”

“Oh, I’d argue they were very on brand. All had that pretty face of yours. That prettier cock.” Your words faltered a bit as he pushed into you without so much as a warning, jealousy getting the better of him. His fingers grip your thighs, body pressing you into the wall while his hips rutted against you. He fucked you like an animal, his teeth gritting, his cock brutalizing your used up cunt. And the position allowed him to sink so deep you felt him in your gut, in your throat, in your very head. He fucked the air out of your lungs but that didn’t stop your cries of pleasure.

And as pretty as they were, Hobie didn’t need the two of you being stumbled upon. He placed his palm over your mouth, kept you placid and quiet white he fucked you with intention. He was gonna claim your pussy, paint it white, make it his, let you know that no matter how hard you try the two of you will always find yourself dancing to this same song. You’d fight, you’d fuck, you’d fight again, you’d fuck again. Sometimes you were allies, sometimes you were enemies, but at all times you were lovers.

He spanked your swollen clit while he fucked you in such a brutal nature. There was no sympathy for you, no mercy, no kindness offered. Just carnality unmatched by any of your other affairs. It might be the spider venom bound to his DNA making him this way. Hobie– normal Hobie, rational Hobie– was not a jealous person, especially not towards someone who, in all cases, did not belong to him.

The emotions of it were conflicting. The mixture of jealousy and arousal at the thought of you with another version of himself because in all the ways that made him who he was on paper was, he was with you every single time. Genetically, generally, the vague outline of himself. But the experiences were different, slightly tweaked in a way, and in the way that matters you had fucked entirely different people. And that was the fun of it. What would be the point of sleeping with the same person over and over again if not for the slight differences every time.

Hobie wondered if they made you feel this way, your back arching so dramatically off the wall, your eyes going cross with pleasure as your moans are contained behind his palm. The two of you had so much shared history that even if they were better, it still wouldn't compare. He knew you like he knew many things, on a level balanced by emotion and technicality.

The two of you were never meant to be anything more than this, a quick, filthy fuck in the back alley of some random place and yet you both were sure you were soulmates in some sick twisted way. You'd both go around in these pointless circles having the most fun with never making the effort to define yourselves or restrict yourselves to something that wasn't completely and entirely you.

Your toes curled in your boots as you felt the brutality of an orgasm coming your way. It built within you, clawing to get out like you clawed through the webs. It seized you like being strangled, curled around your body, left you warm and fuzzy and delirious.

"Look a' me, luv. Look a' me with those pretty eyes of yours." The way he fixed your face forward, made you look him in the eyes. "Nice lil' pussy gonna make me cum." Your walls spasmed, hugged him, squeezed around his length, molding to every curve, every vein. If only his hand weren't over your mouth, you'd kiss his pretty lips and tell him to shut the fuck up and just fuck you, just lose himself in you.

And oh, was he losing himself. An orgasm quickly approaching on the horizon. Hobie pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes low and sultry as he removed his hand from your mouth and gripped your thighs once more. "Fuck-" Hobie gasps and shudders, his abdomen tightening with the beginnings to a climax.

"Go ahead, pretty boy. You said you have a point to prove, right? Go ahead and prove it." You watched in breathless pants as he takes his pleasure in you, comes undone for you, his fingertips pressing bruises into your supple skin. "You're my favorite, my pretty boy." You confess to him. In all versions, you were simply looking for him, something you didn't find, no matter how eerily similar they all were.

Hobie murmurs something incoherent under his breath as he cums. He's swift with pulling out, just in time to spill his hot semen all over your heat. He claimed you like he always wanted to, with the way his hands left bruises in your skin, with the way his trembling cock spread his cum all over you, how his lips claimed yours in a moment of passion.

"You can stop pretendin' to be trapped now." Hobie murmured against your lips, pulling away and running his thumb across your kiss-swollen bottom lip before making himself decent. You had long sawed your way through his webs, they never last that long. You let your arms drop. "Finally, they were startin' to hurt."

Hobie removes himself from your body, letting you take the time to get yourself together. "How much time do I have this time?" It was back to business as usual, not that either of you minded. You both enjoyed your games.

"A minute before I call my partna. Two before I start chasin' you myself." He always gave you a bit of a head start, maybe out of some soft spot he had for you. Sometimes he caught you, sometimes he didn't, it was all up to chance.

You pull your goggles out of you disheveled hair and fix them over your eyes. You lean into him, close enough that he thought you might kiss him. "I'll try not to break your nose this time, lovely." You peck his lips as a distraction as you slip your hand into the pocket of his vest and attempt to steal your stolen watch back.

Hobie's already thinking one step ahead of you. His hand grasps your wrist. "No' tha' generous. An' you've got 'bout 40 seconds lef'. Better get goin'." He's dealt with your bullshit more times than he can count. He knows what goes on in that pretty head of yourself, how you're always scheming, even against him— especially against him."

You scoff then chuckle. "Fine— c'ya 'round, Bee." You turn and rush off, grasping a gutter to leap up on the rooftop and run off.

You both love your fun and games.

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #atsv #spiderman #hobie brown fic #hobie brown smut #spider punk #black cat #hobie x reader

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gigabyte-flare · 1 year

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There’s No Escape (Part 1)

Summary: You are going through a rather nasty breakup as you escape your ex-boyfriend’s apartment while he’s away on a top secret government assignment. You move to a completely new state in hopes he won’t find you. You clearly underestimated his determination because he has no intention of letting you go.

Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 1.1k (Next part should be longer! Wanted to get story building stuff out of the way before getting to the good stuff ;) )

If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!

Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings may be added in the future

A/N: @dollrxst, @hxllfiredoll, @nexyswrites, @ghostkennedy, @lipglossanon and like a bunch of others who’s fics I’ve consumed and have been inspired by, this is all your fault and I’m not even mad about it. Please excuse grammatical errors and such, it’s been a hot second since I’ve written stuff like this. Enjoy!

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It was now or never.

Leon Scott Kennedy, your soon to be ex-boyfriend, is away on some top secret government assignment and isn’t due back for about three days. You had been seeing each other for about six months and he insisted you move in with him after three months. He seemed wonderful at first, but living with him proved to be way more than you had signed up for.

He was bat shit insane.

You weren’t sure if it was due to unaddressed trauma from his line of work or whatever but his controlling and sick nature was ludicrous to you. He was controlling, manipulative and sick in the head. His idea of fun was holding a knife to your throat while fucking the absolute shit out of you. That was just the tip of the iceberg on the things he forced you to do for his pleasure.

Anything you absolutely could not live without was getting stuffed into your little Jeep Renegade. If it didn’t fit, it was getting left behind because you had absolutely no intention of coming back. Clothes, toiletries, some of your books, your video game console and games, a couple pillows and some sheets all got stuffed in. When you were confident you had everything essential for your impromptu move, you closed the back hatch on the Renegade and grabbed your purse, phone and car keys from the kitchen counter, making sure to leave the copy of the apartment key you miraculously found behind. You lock the apartment door and shut it. You lean up against it and take a deep breath before you rush back down to your car. You had a long ride ahead of you; Washington D.C. to Boston was about a 9 hour drive.

It was now or never; you weren’t about to squander this opportunity to escape.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It was dark by the time you finally arrived in Boston. You navigate the confusing winding streets and find your apartment that you got with your best friend, Becky. You see her come out of the front door as you pull up in your car and park. You see her wave as you step out.

“Hey, you made it! I trust you had a good ride,” she inquires.

“Yeah, long as hell, sorry I’m so late. What time is it?”

“It’s like 9:30, come on in! I ordered pizza for us,” she says, motioning you in.

You grab your purse, keys, phone and one of the pillows you had stuffed into your car and go inside the apartment. You decide you can unload your stuff in the morning. The kitchen is the first room you end up in and you set your stuff down on the small island before stumbling your tired legs into the living room where the smell of pizza was calling your name. You practically collapse in a reclining chair after grabbing a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table. You let out a loud sigh of relief. You made it. You escaped.

“How are you feeling?” Becky asks before taking a bite out of her slice of pizza.

You finish chewing on yours and swallow hard, “I’ve never been so happy in my life. I’m honestly surprised I’m not dead from some of the bullshit Leon pulled.”

Becky shifts nervously on the couch. She was the only person you confided in about your sick, demented ex-boyfriend. You didn’t even tell your parents, you didn’t want to worry them.

When you moved in with Leon, he forced you to quit your well paying I.T. job and forbade you from ever leaving the apartment alone. He took your phone away, but you found ways to sneak it back so that you could at least contact Becky. You didn’t want to think about the things he made you do; it was an absolute miracle you weren’t dead or pregnant from the amount of abuse you endured.

“He hasn’t contacted you yet, has he?”

You shake your head, closing your eyes as you lean back in the recliner, “nah, he won’t be back from whatever assignment he’s on for another few days, and I blocked his number.”

“Good,” Becky replies with a nod.

“I’m going to hit the sack,” you say suddenly as you get up from the chair and begin to walk back into the kitchen to collect your stuff.

“No problem, I’ll help you unload your car tomorrow. I was able to get the day off from work.”

“Thanks, Becky.”

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

It’s late in the afternoon when Leon finally gets home from his excursion, his forearms covered in scraps and bruises. He couldn’t wait to see his baby girl, his cock growing hard from the anticipation.

He fumbled with his keys in the low light until finding the correct one to unlock the front door to the apartment. He unlocks the door and opens it.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Leon calls out.

But there’s no response.

“Sweetie? Are you asleep?”

Nothing.

Leon could feel adrenaline rush through his veins as he starts to frantically search each room for his sweetheart. He became hyper aware of the dead silence of the apartment the further he searched. When he got to the bedroom, he ripped the closet doors open and found most of your clothes were gone. He ran into the bathroom; your toiletries were gone. Almost all your belongings were gone.

“No, no, no, no, nO, NO, NO!”

Where could you have gone? He never in a million dreams imagined you would ever leave him. You belonged to him. You were his everything. Everything he did, he did it for you, he did it to keep you safe from the disgusting world. Pure rage began to flow through him as he stalked back into the kitchen. Unsheathing his knife, he stabbed it into the center of the small dining table before he used both hands to flip it, letting out a primal growl as he did so.

“That fucking ungrateful bitch!” he growls before walking over to the overturned table to retrieve his knife.

“I loved you, took care of you, protected you… and this is the thanks I get…”

He pulls out his cellphone, dialing your number and putting the phone to his ear.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time. Please check the number and try again.”

Taking a deep breath, he then attempts to send a text to the number.

We’re sorry, the number you have entered is not valid.

Breathing heavily, he puts his phone back in his pocket, balling both his fists and closing his cobalt eyes. He stood there for a moment, seething when he suddenly appeared to have a revelation. His eyes snap back open and he digs his phone back out from his pocket and opens an app. A smile slowly overcomes him as stares down at the phone like he was staring down at a long lost lover.

“There you are. Don’t worry baby girl. Daddy’s coming to get you.”

Part 2

#leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy #leon kennedy #afab reader #gigabyte writes #there's no escape

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s1mpl1fe · 9 months

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i feel like a lot of (the majority of?) misreads of jackie's character stem from people taking everything shauna says about her in her journal and during their last fight at face value. she is an unreliable narrator people!!! that's literally the point that's exactly what makes it so tragic. that jackie died because of it and it wasn't even true it was a build up of shauna's character flaws and her unhealthy ways of coping with both her insecurities and her feelings for jackie that became so intertwined she didn't know how to deal with either of those things because of their conflicting nature. because shauna was 1) a teenage girl 2) not a very good person.

i think the general audience really, really underestimates the weight of the scene where jackie reads the journal for the first time. you have to understand, she genuinely thought that everything between them was fine until that point, because shauna gave her literally no reasons to think otherwise. like, "maybe shauna is dealing with some personal things but it's nothing we can't get through together". and then she reads it and it turns out their whole relationship has a giant fucking crack at its' foundation she had no idea of and shauna was the one who made her believe everything was fine for god knows how long because she never once communicated these feelings to her. jackie is realizing her only lifeline is fake, she is realizing the person she loves unconditionally hates her. which, again, shauna actually doesn't, but remember the words in that journal and try to imagine how would you have reacted to your best friend saying something like that about you behind your back when you were seventeen. like, think of your absolute closest person in the world, and imagine finding a journal of theirs where they say all the things shauna says about jackie about you. and they also fucked your boyfriend but they don't even like him. and they double down on it when you confront them and they find even worse things to call you in person, somehow. once again, you thought everything was completely fine before this. yeah.

shauna was the calculating one in this relationship, which is what got jackie killed, while jackie was nothing but sincere in her feelings for shauna, which is also what got her killed. because shauna isn't the kind of person who can process these kinds of feelings when they come her way.

#jackieshauna #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #just started thinking about them and couldn't stop sorry #heavily influenced by the post i reblogged before

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Glitch- chapter two

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

warning . . . tbd )

series masterlist . . . available here )

a/n . . .i'm incredably sorry for the wait but here's chapter two. let me know what you think )

Radio silence. That’s all Y/N had received from Mason in the days after that night in the club. By this point it had been five days and she hadn’t heard a peak from him the entire time. The season was done so there wasn’t much work to do and after how he reacted in the club, she didn’t go out of her way to talk to him, and he certainly didn’t either. The loneliness that followed was something that came entirely unexpected to Y/N, sure Mason was one of her best friends, but she had never experienced missing someone so intently after such a short time. With that considered, she should have been jumping for joy when the day to travel to Spain; she would get to see him again. But instead, she was absolutely dreading it. Her and Mason had never had anything even remotely resembling an argument before, so she had no idea how he was going to be with her. Would he pretend it didn’t even happen? Would he apologize? Would he hate her? The questions swirled through her head in such rapid succession it made her dizzy. “It’s not too late to cancel” she spoke to herself, repeating the words like a mantra as she was packing her suitcase. Reece had texted her to inform her A- that she would in fact be coming, she didn’t have a choice in the matter, And B- that they would be picking her up in two hours.

After that night at the club where Reece sat and comforted her, the pair had become closer, with Reece messaging her every day to check up on her and see how she was doing. He knew that the pain and anxiety she was feeling surrounding her friendship with Mason would be hard to deal with and he wanted her to know that no matter what happened between her and Mason, she had a friend in him.

That’s why he was true to his word and insisted that she still came on the trip. And despite the fact that she didn’t really think going was a very good idea, she finally relented to his persistence and agreed to come. To say she didn’t feel good about her decision was putting it lightly, and that feeling was only amplified when Mason’s car pulled up outside her house. She wanted to run and hide; pretend she wasn’t in when they knocked at her door, make up some excuse- any excuse; but for some reason when the doorbell rang, she found herself walking towards the door and opening it up. On the other side of the door stood Mason; he had his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on the ground, not able to look his best friend in the eyes.

“Hi Mase, thanks for coming to get me. When is the flight? Do we have a bit of time to talk?” she looked at him hopeful that they could try and put the other night behind them, but Mason’s expression only hardened at her words.

“No we don’t have time we need to leave now” he said bluntly before reaching for her packed suitcase that stood next to her and turning to walk back towards the parked car.

“Okay then” she said to herself more than anything else as Mason was now already out of earshot, placing her suitcase in the boot of the car.

“Y/N hey how have you been” Reece immediately asked as she climbed into the back seat of the car, he was looking back from the passenger seat smiling at her.

“Hey yeah I’ve be-” she started to answer the question but was quickly interrupted by Mason.

“Ben is meeting us in Spain so we’re heading straight to the airport” he said his eyes not leaving the steering wheel as he started the car.

The drive and then subsequent flight were extremely uncomfortable for all involved. Mason said almost nothing to anyone, Recce tried his best to engage Y/N in conversation as much as he could, cracking jokes to make her laugh as he could sense that she was not coping well with the situation, but she didn’t exactly feel like having a conversation, she instead opted to sit in silence thinking about how badly she messed up this whole situation and ruined her relationship with her best friend. Reece’s behavior confused Mason, as far as he was aware they had never engaged much before, and now not only did he beg Mason not to tell her not to come but he was speaking to her like they had been best friends for years. When they had boarded the private jet Reece opted to sit next to Y/N rather than Mason and spent the entire time whispering in her ear and making jokes. Mason couldn’t help but watch when she laughed, the way that her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue when Reece told her a joke, she found particularly funny, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners and she tipped her head back when she laughed, as if in surrender to the sheer humility of the comment Reece had said. It was clear today that Y/N wasn’t her usual self, she was quiet and more withdrawn, very obviously struggling with the situation but in that moment her laughter flowed freely, unburdened by self-consciousness and sadness. To put it plainly, she looked beautiful. It pained Mason that it was Recce she was laughing with, that it was Reece's shoulder she rested her head after laughing so hard it made her tired. It’s not that Mason was concerned that Reece liked her, he knew that everything between them was strictly platonic, but he still couldn’t help but feel jealous. These confused him even more, not only did he not see her as anything more than a friend, but he also didn’t like that she did like him as more than a friend so why should he care if she was flirting with someone else.

“Okay so the plan is, we have a meeting with Red Bull in about two hours, they’re just going to go over the schedule for the weekend, then we’re going to go to dinner with a few of the drivers after the last free practice session. I’ve got a meeting with the FIA now as they’ve asked me to present the pole position award tomorrow. For hotel rooms, Y/N you’ve got your own and Recce and Ben you’re sharing with me.” Mason explained to the group after they had finished eating lunch, everything he said make sense until he started talking about the hotel rooms, Y/N couldn’t understand why they would share a hotel room between the three of them, it’s not like any of them were short on money. Once Mason had left the restaurant to go to his meeting and the rest of the group were walking to the hotel, Y/N took the opportunity to ask Ben and Reece about it.

“Oh, I think the original plan was you and Mase were going to share a room and then we were going to” Ben said earning himself a glare from Reece who thought it would have been best to not tell Y/N that piece of information.

“Oh, I see” Y/N spoke her voice no more than a whisper, really hurt by the knowledge that Mason would rather bundle in a room with two other people than share with her. “Maybe I should just go home.” she told the boys, really regretting ever getting on the plane. Ben opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Reece.

“No Y/N, I’ve told you this a million times. Ignore Mason. You love F1 and it’s your first Grand Prix why should you miss out just because he’s being a cunt.” Ben gawked at his friend, not knowing him to ever really use such abrasive language. Truth be told Mason was actually really annoying Recce, he didn’t blame him for not having feelings for her but the way he had treated her since finding out she liked him had been really unfair. He knew Mason wasn’t a horrible person so he really couldn’t understand why he was acting like this.

The meeting with Red Bull lasted only 15 minutes, they had explained the plan for the weekend and the rules for the paddock. During the meeting, however Y/N could barely pay attention, the nerves and excitement only increasing as it got closer and closer to the race. She had grown up watching Formula One with her dad and had always dreamed of actually getting to see a race, and now she was finally here. She sat next to Reece during both free practice one and two, only really speaking to him as well with Mason mostly just speaking to Ben. The pain of not being able to speak to her best friend during one of the most exciting moments of her life tried its best to ruin the moment but Y/N did everything she could to ignore the niggling feeling in her stomach.

As soon as the free practice sessions finished, the group made their way back to their hotels to get ready for the dinner that was planned for tonight. Aware that she would be in the presence of many of the drivers on the grid, Y/N took extra care to look as good as possible. She wore a black leather mini dress that clung to her body perfectly, accompanied by a pair of black knee-high boots. It was a pretty nerve-wracking experience, getting ready to meet a bunch of people that you have spent years watching on TV, and Y/N only became more nervous when she met the guys in the hotel lobby and all three of their jaws hit the floor.

“Do I look okay? I can quickly go and change” she asked them, unsure of herself after their reactions. All three men stood in front of her in silence, transfixed by her beauty.

“No don’t change you look great Y/N” Ben said after a moment. His comment was quickly followed up by Reece agreeing, however Mason remained silent, intently looking at the girl in front of him. The group stood in silence for a moment longer, Mason watching Y/N, Y/N watching Mason and Reece and Ben stood to the side waiting for this awkward moment to be over.

“We should get going” Mason said abruptly, taking his eyes off his best friend immediately.

Mason had told her that some drivers were going to be at the dinner, he did not tell her who exactly was going to be there, so imagine her surprise when she walked into the hired-out restaurant and came face to face with the reigning world champion Max Verstappen. Although she grew up as a Mercades fan, in recent years she had really came to admire the Dutchmen, finding his dominance in the sport fascinating. There were a handful of other drivers there, but Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off Max; he looked incredibly handsome, wearing a light blue button-down shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Thinking back, she couldn’t actually remember seeing him in anything other than a race suit or his red bull polo on TV before and she couldn’t help but think that he looked very good in smart attire. Across the room Max’s eyes found Y/N and was shocked by the unknown girl’s beauty. . Her long, flowing hair cascaded like silk down her back, catching the light with every subtle movement. Her eyes, like pools of the clearest water, held a mysterious depth that drew him in. Her smile, delicate yet captivating, seemed to radiate warmth, making Max's heart race. He couldn't help but stare, frozen in his tracks. It was as though time had stopped, and the entire room faded into the background, leaving only her and Max in their own little universe. Max's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a rush of emotions he couldn't quite comprehend. Every step he took towards her seemed like an eternity, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being starstruck. He had never seen anyone so effortlessly enchanting, so mesmerizingly beautiful. As he got closer, his palms began to sweat, and his words felt tangled in his throat. Nervousness was not something that came often to the driver, he was usually able to keep a clear and level head no matter the circumstances, but something about his girl had every rational thought in his head out the window, he needed to know who she was.

Y/N had found a seat at the table that was placed in the room, she began speaking to Reece who was sat next to her. She was midway through her sentence when she felt someone pull the chair next to her out and sit down, she looked around expecting to find Mason or Ben but instead she saw Max Verstappen smiling at her.

“Hi, I’m Max” he said with a smile, sticking his hand out to shake. Y/N felt her breath hitch, not only was Max Verstappen sitting next to her, but he was talking to her too.

“Hi yeah, I know who you are, I’m Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Y/N. That’s a very beautiful name. What brings you here?”

“Oh, I've come with Mason” She gestured to the footballer sitting opposite them. Upon hearing his name, Mason’s eyes were drawn to his best friend and her conversation with the driver. He noticed almost immediately the look that Max had in his eyes as he spoke to Y/N and a pang of jealousy hit his stomach. He had met Max a handful of times before and was aware of his status as a bit of a womanizer. His mind raced when he noticed the blush on Y/N’s face as she spoke to the man. It was one thing if Max was flirting with her, but did she like it? Why would she want to flirt with Max if she liked him? All of these thoughts ran through Mason’s mind a million miles a minute as he watched the pair converse.

“So, what do you do for a living Y/N?” Max asked her and she felt a pang of insecurity. She did love her job, but it wasn’t exactly the most impressive. When she moved to London, she had dreams of eventually making it as a model, only taking the job as Mason’s personal assistant as a temporary way to make money. But as time went on and she and Mason became closer, her modelling dreams seemed to get left behind.

“Oh, I’m a personal assistant, I work for Mason” Max’s eyes lit up, not at all deterred by her job like Y/N thought he would be but encouraged by the fact that she worked for Mason, before that he assumed she was here as his date.

“I would ask what you do, but I'm already pretty sure.” she joked earing a laugh from the man sat beside of her.

“So do you watch F1 or are you just here on a work capacity?”

“I’ve watched F1 for as long as I can remember”

“Oh, that’s cool then, do you have a favorite team?”

“Well, I grew up a Mercades fan” she told him and watched his smile falter slightly. “But recently there’s been something about Red Bull, that’s drawn me to them” she continued, placing a hand on his arm. The Dutchman could feel himself blush at her flirtatious comment, the heat coming from his cheeks surprised him, he was not usually one to blush when talking to a girl.

The dinner went by in a flash, Y/N spent most of the night talking away with Max and Mason spent most of his night watching them. Just as they were about to leave, Max pulled her aside and asked for her number, which she happily gave over. It was clear that nothing was ever going to happen between her, and Mason and Max had been really nice to her, so she didn’t see the harm in giving him her number, it’s not like anything would come of it anyway.

“So, Y/N, it looked like you were getting on with Max” Reece said when the pair of them were stood outside waiting for Mason to finish up his goodbyes and join them.

“Yeah he was actually really nice. He asked for my number.” she told him with a blush creeping up on her face once more. Reece’s smile lit up, happy to see her happy after such a hard week.

“Ohhh did you give it to him?”

“Uh yeah I did” she told him suddenly feeling very nervous.

“You gave him your number?” she heard a familiar voice come from behind them. She turned around to come face to face with Mason who stood there with an unreadable expression on his face. Panic set in for Y/N, Mason was clearly not happy, and she didn’t exactly know what to say.

“You gave him your number?”

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Multifaceted (S.R.)

Summary: Reader interrogates a witness. Spencer can’t believe what he sees.

Request: reader where she is super quiet, shy but really really sweet and soft spoken but she has these crazy interrogation skills and tactics that shock the team and Spencer Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Police interrogation mentions Word Count: 650

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Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well. You’d only started working with the BAU a couple weeks ago, but in those few weeks, he’d taken a particular interest in you.

Of course, that had nothing to do with the fact you were attractive (although you were). That would be shallow.

Instead, Spencer liked you because you were kind. There was an undeniable softness about you that extended far beyond your features. There had never been a moment between the two of you where he felt anything less than appreciated.

For that same reason, Spencer was worried about your first solo interrogation.

He just couldn’t stop thinking of his own. Thankfully, those many moons ago, Hotch had been nearby to put an end to his misery when he’d realized just how far out of his depths he was.

So, Spencer tries to return the favor. He doesn’t tell you that he’s watching because he doesn’t want you to think he is expecting failure.

He stands by. Just in case.

Spencer quickly realizes, however, that you are not the one who might need saving.

Behind the two way mirror, he sees an entirely different side of you. A side that is brusque and intimidating and notably not like the rest of you. Still, your charm somehow bleeds through the rough edges.

Spencer finds himself falling in an entirely different way. That stomach-sinking sensation breaks and makes way for butterflies that feel almost inappropriate.

He watches you with a morbid curiosity as his idyllic image of you dies on the metal table.

There is nothing resembling fear in you as you face evil. You are composed yet terrifying in quick, loud movements.

As you lean closer to something vile, he notices your lip and nose twitch in disgust.

He catches the way the man in the room practically cowers at the sound of your raised voice. He is reminded of the saying:

Demons run when a good man goes to war.

That is how he feels about you.

When you storm towards the exit, Spencer runs to greet you. In that brief time, he stubbornly clings to his vision of you as something soft. He is convinced, however silly it might seem, that something else has happened to explain your behavior.

Yet when he turns the corner and hears the door click shut, he is met with a familiar smile.

“Oh! Hey Spencer,” you chirp happily.

“Hey…” he mumbles suspiciously. He searches your expression for any sign of distress.

He finds none. He isn’t ready to give up just yet, though.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You look confused, too. That is, until you realize what he meant.

“Oh, were you watching?”

“Yeah…” he confirms.

“So…” you urge him on with a wave of your hand.

He has no idea what you’re waiting for. You giggle as you notice his eyes following your hand like it would help the gears turn faster.

You snap your fingers. He snaps back to reality.

“Was it convincing?” you ask.

After a minute, he almost starts to question it, but he eventually concedes defeat.

“Wh—I-I mean, yeah!” he squeaks, “You were… very, very convincing.”

You recognize the flustered state of him. You take in pink cheeks and wide eyes that are looking anywhere but at you.

Slowly, you realize that Spencer had underestimated just how much of you he had yet to see. You capture that reaction in a treasured memory and tuck it away for a future date.

For now, you just giggle and return to the version of yourself that he was more familiar with.

“You think that’s bad?” you whisper through the side of your mouth, “You should see me when I’m hungry.”

Spencer laughs along with you, even though, if he were honest, he knew he’d like you just as much.

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caramelcleopatraa · 5 months

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i. SUIT & TIE

word count: 1,700~

x: this fic idea won in the polls :) this series was inspired by kayjayxchar on wattpad ( she's A1 ) and then while writing, I decided to make this into sort of a series. no smut in this part ( I know I know, its such a tragedy! ) but don't underestimate what I got in the works :p not proofread... yet

content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, fluff, suggestive themes ( gets a lil steamy ;) )

Your fingers type away at your computer, responding to emails from your clients. Your employees are setting up the shop, preparing for another busy day. You were one of the top rated designers in the state of Florida. You’ve been able to travel around the country teaching classes, working your magic for top notch celebrities, and make public appearances. To cut it short, you were living your best life, truly. You got to do what you were passionate about and go against the standard of your families’ traditions and values. You were proud of yourself that you are successful as you are. The chime of your door interrupts your thoughts as a group of people walk into your shop before opening time.

“Wassup biiiiiittch!” One of your closest friends, Trinity, was the first to make herself known. She throws herself on you, and you welcome her sudden embrace. She often visited you at your shop to check on you in her free time, and you always welcomed her company, especially on busy days. Today however, she was coming to you as a client. Because she was your friend and today was one of your busiest days, you told her to come an hour and a half early before you opened. That gave you plenty of time to fit your friends, clean up, and open on time. You scan the group that entered through the door with her. You saw Trinity, her husband Jimmy, his twin Jey and his wife Talia. Your eyes shifted to the larger frame that stood behind them, that was accompanied by a shorter, voluptuous woman. It was someone you knew too well. Anyone that lived in Florida had to know his name. Roman Reigns. standing next to him, was what looked like a model, which you would later know to be De’arra. The group of six admired your shop, casually walking around and scouting different designs that were displayed on the walls.

Men’s Side

Women’s Side

“No matter how many times I come in here, I'm always shocked. Is this new?” Jey says, pointing to the gray suits on your model displays. “Yeah, new in stock. Ya like it?” You sing shakily as Trinity rocked you to death. “Can I take this off ya hands?” “You can after i fit you” You chuckled at his eagerness.

“Annyways..” Talia says, pushing her way through Jimmy and Jey. “This is Roman. I told him that I know a really good designer that can whip up an amazing suit. So he’s here to get fitted as well as the rest of us.” Talia explains to you, while you finish typing up your last email. You look up to find him staring at you. You notice his chocolate brown eyes and brown skin that complimented each other. You try your best to not let that distract you as you reach your hand towards him. You didn’t think he would’ve actually shaken your hand due to how cold people described him to be. You contentedly grinned when his warm hand engulfed yours. “Nice to meet you, beautiful” “Nice to meet you too, handsome.” ‘oh my god he’s so damn fine. how am i supposed to stay professional around this man!??’

Your poker face stayed true as you continued to engage with your client. De’arra, stayed close to him, latched on at the arm. She pulled on his arm to get his attention, but he simply dismissed her by saying “Wait over there for me sweets”, and she happily obliged.

“So how does this whole thing work?” He says, tugging at his black tee. “You’ve never gotten fitted here before and my place runs a little differently than most. We have our scheduled appointments set up so that we can fit our clients, try on potential outfits for you, and send you home with them hours later. There’s a huge inventory that I have attached to this store so as soon as I get done recording your requests, we can get your order started as soon as possible. Any questions?” Roman smiles smugly and looks at Talia “She’s good.” Talia retaliates with “I told you so.” You blushed at their nice comments. To you, it didn’t seem like much. You were simply explaining how your company works so that your client has a basic rundown of how things work. Trinity nudged your shoulder as soon as she noticed your flustered state. You covered your face and did a quick spin, a little habit that formed when you get flustered. The group laughed at your small action. You snapped back into business mode and called your assistant to help you distribute the party of five.

“Aahkilah, can you help me with this party of five?”

“Coming!” She galloped out to the main area with a work outfit that was damn near cutting dress code, but you didn’t have time to deal with that shit right now. “You can take the couples since they have been fitted before. Be flexible enough to make changes on the spot if our presets don’t fit like they’re supposed to. I’ll take Roman and do the whole process since he’ll be new information in the system.” She was fairly new, and you didn’t trust her just yet with doing an entire fitting appointment on a new client. Plus, you could tell everything that you were saying was going over her head as she basically eye-fucked your client. “But that’s not fairrrruuh! why can’t I take him?” she says, almost mimicking a complaining child. Your eyes close slowly as you sigh and respond “Because you’re not ready to give a full fitting appointment yet.”

You wanted to put a nail in this conversation so you could do your job. But, this woman had a damn mission. “You just wanna get him in your private fitting room and fuck him!! You’re not slic-" “ He came here for a fitting! A fitting done by me girl! It was his request. Please don’t make me have to deal with a child right now.” You were starting to get loud, so you didn’t go back and forth with her like you usually would to whip that bitch into shape. The twins were barely succeeding at hiding their laughter as well as Talia. Roman and Trinity wore smirks on their faces as you reprimanded your employee. She finally buckled down and made sure that the room was ready for the couples. You called in another employee, Gio, to help you with your workload online while you fit your client.

“Oh my god who is that-“ You hit her and stop her sentence and she looks at you like you're crazy. “What!? He’s fine as fuck!” You mentally facepalm as she tries to whisper to you, that ends up more like a whisper scream. “Mhm” You said, as you went behind your desk and pulled up some work for her to do. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t think he’s fine! isn’t he right up your alley? Tall? muscular? deep voice? beard? The whole nine?” You took pride in the fact that you took time to know your employees on a personal level. You did not think she was going to air out all of the information you told her however. You gave Gio a look that screamed ‘shut the FUCK up’ and she responded to your look by playfully rolling her eyes. You turn the computer towards her. “You’re here to get a bag, not play matchmaker” She groans in response and says “Whatever.” to your dismissive comment. ‘she did not have to embarrass me like that. OMG WHAAT THE FU-‘

“The whole nine huh?” You hear a deep voice mirror your employee’s statement. You turn around to face Roman, the corner of his lips still curled into that mind melting smirk. He motioned up and down his body, trying to fluster you. Your eyes drift over his muscular body. “Little ole me?” ‘LITTLE?’

“Little?” Your face contorted into a confused expression, that earns a laugh out of the tall samoan. He starts to walk towards you, decreasing the amount of space between you too. Your momma ain’t raise no bitch so you stood your ground… well, you tried. You could clearly distinguish the height difference between you and him, and your head raised as your eyes met his. Your hand rested on your hip and your head tilted, slightly sizing him up. “Sir, I will let you know that this is a professional business.” You said, ending off your sentence with a smirk. Just as you expected, he challenged you back, “Well I'm not invading your personal space, am I?” He said, as the corner of his lips tugged to form another smirk. Anyone in the room would have felt the tension and both of you were desperately waiting on someone to make a move. “Nah, i just don't want a wannabe gangsta playboy fucking up my reputation.” His eyes fluttered closed as he laughed at your statement. You had amused him and peaked his interest. He closed the gap between you two. His breath ghosted over your lips as he said, “So you must know i’m good at fucking something else up, huh?” His eyes glazed over your soft lips, coated with lip gloss. You took a moment to gather yourself before prompting another response. ”Well I wouldn't know cause it’s just rumors.” You shrugged your shoulders looking off to the side.

“You know how those be.”

“Mhm” He licked his lips. From how close you guys were, you were surprised that his tongue didn't make contact with your bottom lip. “What they been saying about me ma?”

“That apparently you’re good in bed” You raised your pointer and middle fingers bent to imitate quotation marks.

“Mhm, keep going”

“Boy ion know, I really don't be concerned with you.” Your hand returned to your hip. Your attitude started to shine through.

“Maybe it’s because I haven't taken care of you yet sweetheart” He leans down to whisper the sentence in your ear. You feel his lips lightly touch your ear and your entire body froze.

You huffed, and said “You say that like you're so sure of yourself.” You challenged his boldness, but nothing could prepare you for what he said to you next.

“Maybe when we hit this fitting room, I can show you how sure I am”

deeeefinitely meant to post this last week but finals and grades got me one more time. I'm on break for the rest of the month so I can try my hand at being consistent. let me know if you want to be added to my taglist and how you guys like part 1!

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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I’m sorry but I have to request Jake x fem & Navi reader once again 😩

I have this idea where Jake has an obvious crush on reader but hasn’t confessed so reader decides to tease him the whole day like brushing against him or “accidentally” touching his c0ck but Jake doesn’t quite give up until reader flirts with Tsu’tey 😜

Jake watches from distance and reader knows he’s there so she touches Tsu’teya arms and praises him which is the last straw for Jake 😋 and it ends with Jake giving reader a lesson ( yk me like spanking and chocking, also the sir & breeding kink like I’m sorry )

AAAAAA jealous Jake Sully just afraid of sharing his emotions?? 😩😩😩 the tension omggggg

And don't apologize, love!! I adore getting your requests!!

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Everybody knows Jake Sully has a thing for you. Well, thing is probably underestimating it. It's more like he's already in love. He follows you around like a lost puppy, he makes you gifts like bracelets and necklaces but he just never gives them to you. He wants to, he really does, but—

He has no excuse. You just make him nervous. Really, really nervous.

But it's obvious. So much, that even you know, and you wish the young oloeyktan would gather the courage to confess. He can never seem to bring himself to that. So you resort to...well, trying to provoke him to confess.

One particular day, when Jake is training with you, you get extra touchy. Placing a hand on his arm, giving him big doe eyes and a pretty smile, and going as far as ghosting your fingers over the front of his loincloth. Although that last one elicits a soft cough and blush from him, he still doesn't say anything.

As you aim your arrow, purposely messing up your stance, Jake stands behind you, correcting your position.

“Back straight, elbows high, eyes on the target,” he orders softly. He's so close, you can feel the warmth of his chest.

Playfully, you straighten your back, pushing your ass against his groin. Jake gasps quietly, and you coyly ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jake coughs. “'m fine.”

You shoot the arrow, and it lands on the X carved into the tree. “You sure?” you question, placing a hand on his forehead. “You look...flustered.”

His blush increases, and he waves you away. “I'm fine. Honest.”

Later that same day, while you're making bracelets with your friends, Jake approaches, just taking a seat beside you and joining in the conversation.

You place a hand on Jake's large thigh, showing him a necklace you made and ask, “Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful,” he replies, but his eyes are focused on your fingers as they caress the skin of his thigh.

“You can have it,” you tell him, and before he can react, you climb on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and tying the necklace.

His breath quickens, fanning over your shoulder, and you can feel his cock twitch under his loincloth. You straddle his hips, pretending to admire the necklace while you're actually getting a feel of his cock. “It looks good on you,” you tell him, smiling before innocently getting off his lap.

But even after that, he doesn't confess to anything.

It's frustrating you, and it makes you irrational.

As night approaches, you find yourself with Tsu’tey, actually asking him what to do with your Jake situation.

The others are around a bonfire a few feet away, eating and talking, and you can see Jake watching the two of you. The look in his eyes is odd, burning and dangerous, close to—

Jealousy.

You grab Tsu'tey by the arm, dragging him a little farther from the crowd, and you can feel Jake's eyes on you.

“So what should I do about Jake?” you ask him, holding onto his arm.

Tsu'tey sighs softly. “Maybe just tell him?” he suggests.

You laugh, giving him a big smile, aware that Jake is watching the exchange. “He'll never budge.”

“You won't know unless you try,” he says.

You sigh, caressing his arm. “I don't know...it scares me.”

Tsu'tey gives you a curious look at your touch, but says nothing about it. “It probably scares him, too.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “You're saying I should just risk it?”

Tsu'tey nods. “Just risk it.”

Someone calls Tsu'tey back, and you two return to the bonfire. As you approach, your eyes flicker to Jake's, who continues to stare, and you tell Tsu'tey, “You're the best, you know that?”

Tsu'tey laughs quietly and waves goodbye.

You're the best, you know that?

The words ignite a fire in Jake, annoyance filling his veins. He moves toward you, looking like a predator stalking his prey, and he grabs you by the wrist.

“Come with me,” he growls, dragging you away from the crowd. He takes you deep into the forest and you can smell his rage.

The clearing he takes you to is dark, way away from the crowd, and you feel somewhere between worried and excited.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps, whirling around to face you. His eyes are wide, bright with rage.

“What do you mean?” you ask innocently.

He pushes you to your knees in front of him, enraged. “You know as much as I do that you're not stupid,” he snaps. “You know what you were doing. Tell me, now, what your fucking plan was.”

“No plan,” you respond, shrugging.

“You just desperate for cock, hm? Willing to take it from the first guy who walks past you?”

“No,” you reply, snarky.

Jake grabs you by the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, harshly tugging on it. “That's sir to you,” he says firmly.

You look up at him through your eyelashes. “No, sir,” you repeat.

He moves his hand to you chin, holding you in place, and he orders, “Open your mouth, you slut.”

You obey easily, eagerly, and Jake spits in your mouth, making you whine softly.

“You're mine,” he growls. “Mine. That's my spit in your mouth, it's gonna be my cock in your cunt. You're mine.”

He turns you around roughly, pushing you on all fours and then placing a large hand on your back to press your chest against the floor.

He spanks your ass, watching the flesh bounce, and he can feel his cock twitch under his loincloth. He spanks you again, making you mewl.

“Doesn't feel pretty, does it?” he chuckles. “Makes you rethink your fucking attitude, hm?”

“Yes,” you reply.

He spanks you again, harsh. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you quickly correct.

He rubs your ass cheek with his hand, squeezing the soft flesh. You push your hips back in response, eager, and he spanks you again.

“Please, sir. I'll be good, please,” you beg.

He slaps your thigh, and then slaps your pussy, making you jerk and mewl. “Now that you're getting punished, you're playing nice. What's that say about you, huh?”

“That I just wanted you t'fuck me,” you reply.

Jake chuckles. “Then you shoulda just said that, you silly girl. I woulda fucked you without punishing you, hm?”

“But you didn't say anything, didn't do anything!” you point out, whimpering. “Everything I did to get your attention, and you still didn't say anything.”

“'m doin' something 'bout it now, aren't I?” He scoffs. “You just had to go and push all my fuckin' buttons, now you better take the consequences.”

He removes his loincloth and pushes the tip of his cock to your soaked folds, making you gasp. Your back arches like a cat's, exposing your pussy, and he groans softly.

He slides his cock into you with ease, you're dripping to the floor, and you whimper softly as he fills you to the brim.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, honey, you're so tight.”

You grind your hips back. “Please. Sir, please, I need it so bad,” you beg.

Jake is rough and mean in the way he thrusts into you, making you mewl, your nails digging into the ground.

“I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to,” he grunts, his hips slamming into your ass, your cervix taking the bruising from the thick head of his cock.

“You know I'm yours, sir,” you tell him, trying to buck your hips back against his. “I'm all yours. 'm sorry I made you angry, was just tryin' to get your attention, sir.”

“You got my attention now,” he says, his hands bruising the skin of your hips as he fucks you. “What d'you say about that?”

“Thank you,” you whimper. “Thank you, sir. This is all I wanted—You're all I wanted.”

Jake can hear his heart beating in his ears, butterflies filling his stomach. He leans down to kiss between your shoulder blades, licking your spine before he bites the nape of your neck. “That's what I like to hear,” he grunts, his cock abusing your sensitive gummy walls.

You whimper, your swollen nipples dragging against the ground, a coil growing low in your stomach as the pleasure slowly floods into your womb.

He reaches a hand around your hip to play with your raw clit as it pulses with need. You mewl at the sensation, your sopping cunt tightening around Jake.

“Please. Sir, please! Make me come!”

“I know, baby,” he says, chuckling. “I know you need me to make you come. You were so desperate for me that you went and behaved like a slut with another man. What's that say about yourself, hm?”

“Mhmm! Mhmm!” you manage, whimpering in response.

“Fucked dumb already?” he sneers. He spanks your ass, making you gasp. “Answer me, what's that say about yourself?” he insists.

You whine lowly, your cheek pressed to the ground, your spit dribbling out of your mouth and to the soil below. “'m a whore!” you reply, body shaking.

Jake spanks you again. “A whore and a brat. So fuckin' disgusting, just needing me to fuck you nice and deep, huh?”

“Sir, please. Please!” you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you clench around him. Your pussy is soaked, your slick smeared on his hips and thighs, coating his balls as they slam into your raw folds. You're seeing stars behind your eyelids, the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

Jake's ears fold back and he glances between your bodies, watching the way your ass bounces with each thrust, the sound echoing in the quiet Pandora night. He can't take his eyes off your ass, the way his hands bruise your hips, the way your body jolts forth and back with each pound. He loves how he's much stronger than you, how you're like a pretty rag doll for him to toss around, and he adores that you'd never stop him. You're too much of a slut for that.

He spanks your ass again, sending pain whirling through you. It mixes with the ecstasy and suddenly you're over the edge. The pleasure crawls across your skin, washing over you in waves that drown you in bliss.

Your ears are ringing, your heart racing, your mind blank, and you realize that Jake is still fucking into you. His thrusts are harsh, mean, his cock continously bruising your insides, your cervix sore from the abuse.

You reach a hand back, grabbing onto Jake's wrist and you beg, “No more. No more.”

He ignores you, fucking you, if anything, harder than before as he feels his own orgasm approaching.

“'m gonna come inside you,” he growls, cock stretching your gummy walls. “'m gonna fill you up, and I'm gonna give you a baby. Would you like that? Would you like me to put a baby in you?”

You mewl, body shaking, and whine, “Please! Sir, please! I need it!”

“Goddamn right you do,” he groans, his hips stuttering as the pleasure overcomes him. “Fuck, you're so fuckin' good for me, you slut.”

You can feel a second coil building in your lower stomach, growing and stretching until suddenly you come again, your slick gushing out of you. Jake can feel it dripping down his balls, and the sound of your squelching pussy sends him over the edge.

“Fuck!” he cries as he pushes all the way into you. His cock presses against your cervix as his cum spurts into you, thick ropes of white sliding right into your womb.

“Fuck,” he echoes, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself. He pulls out of you, his fingers spreading your folds. He watches his cum spill out of you for a moment before gathering it with his fingers and pushing it back into you. “Keep it in there, yeah? 'f you want my baby, you can't waste a single drop.”

He helps you lie on the ground and settles beside you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

“Fucking finally,” you gasp, breathing heavily. “I thought I'd never get you to confess you like me.” Then, after a moment, you add, “Remind me to thank Tsu'tey for this. But later. When I can walk again.”

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bloody-peach · 1 month

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Anything For a Friend: Part 2: Watching and Waiting (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader)

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Now Playing: Anything you think would fit

Goodie Bag: Slow burn, implied sex, drama, love triangle, sexual undertones

A/N: You guys were asking for more, so I decided to indulge you all. Not what you expected, I'm sure, but oh well. Have fun, kiddies!

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The next morning, you slowly stirred from your sleep and opened your eyes, turning to see Alastor still asleep. Alastor stirred softly in his sleep, his arm wrapped around you like a protective shield. His breathing was slow and steady, indicating that he was sound asleep. You smiled, your eyes wandering over his features in the early morning light. His face was peaceful, free of his usual smirk, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him. You gently gave him a soft snuggle, trying not to wake him, before you carefully slipped out from under his arm, grabbing a robe from the nearby closet. Putting it on, you tiptoed over to the window, making sure he was still asleep. You knew he needed rest after last night’s...activities. As you walked towards the window, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of contentment and satisfaction that had settled within you. You didn’t regret helping him through his rut last night, and you knew you never would. There was always something about Alastor that drew you to him, something deeper than mere attraction.

You looked out the window, smiling and sighing happily as you admire the early morning scenery. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Despite it being Hell, the world outside seemed serene and peaceful at this moment, a stark contrast to the chaos that occurred day by day. A soft chuckle from behind made you turn around, only to find Alastor standing there, his robe tied around his waist, barely covering anything. Yet he still looked every bit the charming gentleman. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he held out a cup of steaming tea. “Good morning, my dear,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Sleep well?” His tone was light, but there was an underlying current of possessiveness that brought a mild blush to your cheeks. You chuckled and take the cup, saying, “Yeah. Last night really tuckered me out.” Alastor chuckled as he walked to his desk, taking a sip from his own cup. “I’m glad to hear it.” He leaned against his desk, watching as you drank your tea. “So, any plans for today?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, daring you to ask what he had in mind. You knew better than to underestimate him; his mind was always brimming with schemes and ideas. But despite his wicked nature, there was a certain charm to him that made you want to indulge him. “Not really. How about you?” you asked. “I was thinking,” he began, “we could go out for breakfast. Somewhere nice and quiet, where we can talk without interruption.” You smiled, liking the idea. “Ok, that sounds good to me.” Once you finished your tea, you started to head for the door so you could change into new clothes. You opened the door, only to find Charlie and Vaggie standing there, just about to knock. And this was the one moment that Alastor’s robe chose to get lose and fall to the ground, his business out for all to see. “Well....shit,” was all you could say.

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw Charlie and Vaggie standing at the doorway, their jaws dropping in shock. “Oh, Charlie, Vaggie, uh...uh...uh..” He stuttered, trying to keep his natural jovial composure as he picked up the robe and attempted to cover himself with it. “I-I apologize, ladies. I-I-I...well, uh...” He cleared his throat and laughed nervously. “Uhm..uh...we were just..uh..” He trailed off, unable to come up with a plausible excuse for your presence in his room, let alone the both of you only wearing robes. His face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Alastor, what’s going on?” Charlie asked, her voice laced with concern. “Are...you alright?” Vaggie, on the other hand, remained silent, her eyes wide with disbelief and shock. She knew exactly what had happened between them, but she wasn’t sure how to react. Alastor’s mind raced, trying to think of a believable lie to diffuse the situation. “Uh, uh...well...” You had to interject to save face, so you butted in, saying, “Well, you see, him and I were...well...we...I was just...” you ended up giving up because you couldn’t think of a way to either change the narrative or dismiss it entirely. “I..um..have to go.” You quickly ran past the two women and rushed into your room as everyone watched you go. When Charlie and Vaggie turned back to Alastor, he was now in the hot seat. “W-Well, uh...that’s..that’s not...uh...” He trailed off, at a loss for words. The ladies exchanged a look, clearly understanding the situation. There was no point in pushing further. “D-Don’t worry, Alastor. We won’t tell anyone. Promise! We’ll...see you later,” Charlie said, feeling awkward. “Uh, y-yeah...bye, Alastor,” Vaggie added, her tone a mix of surprise and confusion. As the two left Alastor be, he closed the door then slumped against it, his face still bright red. “I am such a terrible liar...” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

As Charlie and Vaggie walked by your door, you peeped your head out the door, saying to them, “You better not tell a soul.” Vaggie looked at you and said, “Y/N, I saw nothing, I didn’t even get up this morning.” “Thank you.” With that, you retreated back to your room. As you gathered your clothes, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. You knew your specific arrangement with Alastor would cause a stir, but you were still not prepared for the reveal to be so....revealing. You groaned to yourself as you start to put on new clothes and fix your hair. Once you were all dressed and ready to go, Alastor was standing at the door. You said to him, “I’m sorry, Alastor. I didn’t know anyone would be at the door this early.” Alastor patted your head, saying, “Neither of us did. It’s fine, Y/N.” He forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’ll just...uh...get going then.” With a deep breath, he extended his arm, offering you his elbow. “Shall we?” As you accepted his offer and looped your arm in his, a spark of desire ignited within him. He fought the urge to pull you closer, to claim you right there in the hallway. ‘Wait til we get back..’ he thought to himself. He cleared his throat and attempted to focus on their planned outing. As you two walked down the hallway, he spoke, “So what do you say? Somewhere quaint and cozy? A place where we can talk without being disturbed?” He put slight emphasis on the ‘being disturbed’ part, but his voice was smooth and inviting, almost seductive. The effect it had on you was evident in the way your heart skipped a beat. Leaving the hotel, you walked down the street, trying to appear like just a pair of friends out for a leisurely Sunday stroll.

You both went to a nice cafe not far from the hotel and you sat at a table. Alastor used his influence to cause the other patrons in the tables near yours to finish their meals and leave, leaving the two of you with some space. Once you both ordered your food, you both just sat there, unsure what to say. You decided to break the silence, saying, “So..um..last night...” Alastor took a sip of his coffee, his eyes flickering between you and the steaming cup. “Last night...” He trailed off, his smile slightly growing. “It was...unexpected, but enjoyable.” His gaze met yours, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. “I don’t want to force you into anything, Y/N. I understand that this...arrangement....is unconventional.” Despite his words, his hands trembled slightly, holding onto his coffee cup as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I just...want to make sure you’re comfortable, that’s all.” The silence stretched on, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of the staff and other customers. Despite the somewhat pleasant atmosphere, the weight of your secret relationship hung heavy in the air. You gently touched his hand, smiling, “I’m fine, Alastor. I’m glad that I’m able to help you with your rut.” Alastor’s eyes met yours, his expression softening. “Thank you, Y/N. Your understanding...it means more than you know.” He took a deep breath, letting his gaze linger on your hand resting on his. “But I worry about what lies ahead. What will happen when it returns? What will happen when I truly can’t control myself?” His voice was filled with genuine concern, the weight of his nature bearing down on him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I....I don’t want to lose you.”

The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also a sense of comfort. You blushed from his last statement, but you chuckled, “Never expected the great Radio Demon to actually care about someone, let alone that someone being me. But when your rut does come back, we’ll know how to handle it. It’s only for a month, we can do this.” Alastor’s eyes lit up at your words, a faint smile spreading across his features. “You really believe that, don’t you?” He set down his cup and put his hand on yours, holding it tightly. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me. Although some would say it would be unwise to do so.” You smirked as you replied, “Well, guess what? I’m not like other people.” Alastor chuckled, saying, “Clearly.” As you finished your meal, the waitress brought your check, and Alastor paid the bill with a wave of his hand. Standing up, he picked up his staff, adjusting his tie before offering you his arm again. “Shall we head back? I have some...business to discuss with you.” The look in his eyes said that the business involved you in his room without clothes. You smirked and stood up, taking his arm. Side by side, you strolled down the street, unaware that there was more than just pedestrians watching you....

~At the Vees’ Tower~

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!” Vox screamed as he clawed into his desk and threw his coffee cup across the room, shattering it against the wall. “That son of a bitch...” he growled under his breath. In his rage, he sat into his chair, trying to figure out what to do about this. He was absolutely obsessed with Y/N, ever since he first saw her. It was when she accidentally bumped into him on the street. Her flustered face when she apologized and the cute way she bowed in respect to him, knowing how important he was, it was just too precious for him to handle. In that moment, he knew she had to be his. He longed to have that cute face contorted in pure ecstasy and to empty himself inside her, to claim her as his. But now seeing her with his sworn enemy was the equivalent of hearing nails on a chalkboard. He had to figure out how to get her out of Alastor’s hands somehow. Suddenly, he remembered something Alastor said that night...

“It...It’s my rut season again.”

A devilish grin grew on Vox’s face. This affair was only temporary. Once the month was up, Alastor would be done with her. Treating a woman like she’s everything and then casting her aside like she was nothing, that would rip the poor girl’s heart in two, which he could easily swoop in and put back together. His laugher rang throughout the room and halls, so sinister that it’d send chills up anyone’s spine. Y/N would be his, and he knew exactly how to make it happen.

~back at the hotel~

You laid in Alastor’s bed, in his arms as you both just finished another rut session. Alastor laid next to you as something ran though your mind. When you both returned to the hotel, you overheard someone in the main lobby talking about Vox and Alastor having a big fight many years ago. It brought many questions to your mind, never leaving you alone, so you turned to Alastor and asked him, “Alastor? I overheard you had a fight with Vox. What was it about?” Alastor’s smile faltered, his eyes clouding over. “Ah, Vox...the TV demon. He took everything away from me, replaced me in the public eye. He’s the reason I hate modern technology.” He stared at the ceiling as he continued, “It started out as a rivalry, but it turned into a bitter feud. My power over the masses was lost because of him, but I’ll get it back.” As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over Hell and in the bedroom, his words hung heavy in the air. His past was a dark cloud that he carried with him, a constant reminder of his downfall. But for now, he focused on the present, on the person by his side. “But he’s no real threat, Y/N. If he bothers you, just speak with me and I’ll handle it.” You nodded. Once you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Alastor. Just because of some argument, Alastor lost everything and vanished for years. You had to do something. As you laid in your bed, you made a decision.

The next day, you walked over to the Vees’ tower, intent on talking with Vox. Seeing the updated state of the decor compared to the hotel’s was a bit of a culture shock for you. High tech equipment, slick and straight lines everywhere. As you entered Vox’s section, various shades of blue seeped its way into the halls. It felt almost unsettling to you the further you went down. You reached Vox’s office door and knocked on it. “Come in,” Vox said. You recognized his voice from when you’d watch his shows on TV. You entered the room and saw him sitting at his desk, his back facing you. “Um...Vox? I’d like a word with you.” The sound of your voice brought a smile to Vox’s face as he turned around to face you, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap. His smile widened as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe. “Well, well, if it isn’t Alastor’s arm candy. What brings you here?”

You froze. How did he know about you and Alastor? You asked, “W..wait...what are you talking about?” Vox chuckled, leaning on his desk. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. You know I have eyes everywhere, even in that little hotel. I’m aware of your little affair with the radio demon. Not very subtle about it, are you?” He punctuated that statement with a low chuckle. Despite his taunting tone, there was an underlying curiosity in his voice. “So, what do you want? You don’t just waltz into my office unannounced without a purpose.” You tried to brush off all he said and focus on the task at hand. You looked Vox straight in the eye and said, “I..I want you to call off this feud between you and Alastor. Let him share the airwaves with you. I’m sure that if you do that, he won’t be a bother to you.” Vox’s laughter ran through the room, a cold and calculating sound. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but that ain’t happening. He’s a relic, a reminder of a time long past. Why should I share the spotlight with him?” He spun his chair so he was facing away from you, showing his refusal. He then looked up and put his hand on his chin, thinking. “Although...” You lean onto the desk, listening with anticipation, “Yes?”

Vox turned his chair to the shark tank behind his desk and stood up, his eyes focusing on the sharks swimming around, his voice low as he spoke. “Y/N...you’re a good woman, a very admirable one. Helping your friend with his urges is a very brave and kind thing for you to do. But I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation you’re in. Alastor is a well-known demon, an Overlord. He has an image to protect if he wants to keep hold of the power he has left. If word gets out that you and him are in a transactional relationship, with him having no interest in anyone or anything..why, there would be a huge mess in Alastor’s hands. He’d lose his power and be seen as a hypocrite within a day.” He turns and slowly walks towards you. “And not only that, people will hound you relentlessly, asking questions and demanding info on Alastor, some could even cause you harm. Now, I would hate to see your lovely name and face dragged through the mud in such a manner. So I’ll make you a deal.” He ended up standing behind you, his height towering over you, his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll let you continue your affair with Alastor, if...if you’ll be mine. My colleagues and I have full control of the media and we can keep your little secret hidden from the public eye with no problem. Besides, as far as I know, once October is over, he’ll no longer have a use for you.”

That hit you right in the chest. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. Alastor was only acting this way because of his rut. When it was over, things will go back to the way they were, just friends and him not feeling a thing towards you. The look on your face gave away how you felt about it, so Vox said, “Oh? I guess I was right. I know that day will hurt so much for you, being tossed aside and all alone. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment, not after all you’ve done for him. So I’m offering to fill in that gap. The rest of the year, I’ll take care of you and appreciate you the way you deserve.” He moved his hand to your chin and delicately tilted your head up to look at him. His voice held a seductive tone and the look in his eyes caused a blush to form on your cheeks as his face was so close to yours. “I can give you so much more than he ever could. I think that’s a reasonable deal, don’t you?” You were put in quite a dilemma, so much so you didn’t know what to think. Vox let go of you and walked back towards his desk, sitting down. “I see you’re having a hard time making a decision now, so I’ll tell you what. Tell Alastor that I’d like to have a word with him and I’ll explain everything. Then once that’s settled, you can make your decision. Does that sound good?”

You gulped, but you decided that you should let Vox talk with Alastor and then you both could form a plan. Plus, while Alastor was gone, you could figure out a way through this. You looked at Vox and nodded. “Okay. I’ll bring Alastor here.” Vox’s smirk widened, his eyes never leaving yours. “Excellent. Now, just tell him I wanna talk with him. Make sure you don’t tell Alastor about our little chat. I wouldn’t want him to think I’m trying to steal you away from him.” As you stood up to leave, he said, “I’ll see you soon, darling.” As you left the building, you sighed in frustration, the weight of his words weighing heavily on your shoulders. You just hoped everything would work out fine and that you didn’t make their feud any worse.

Once you entered the hotel, you found Alastor trying to adjust the radio in the main lobby. You walked up to him, saying in a low voice, “Alastor, we need to talk.” Alastor looked up from the radio and noticed the expression on your face, his quickly turning to worry. His hands paused on the dials, the radio going silent. He stood up and gently held your arms. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” You just sighed and said, “Um...Vox wants to talk with you.” Alastor’s eyes grew wide slightly in surprise, but soon narrowed, a cold fury settling in his features. “Now of all times, he wants to speak with me?” He took a deep breath, his hands clenching tightly as he grabbed his staff. “Alright. I’ll handle this. Just...go to your room, Y/N. Wait for me there.” His voice was calm, but the tension in his body spoke volumes. You could feel the storm brewing within him, threatening to unleash itself on Vox. But for now, he held it in check, to find out exactly what Vox wanted. Before Alastor exited the hotel, he turned to you, saying “I’ll be back soon,” he promised, his gaze never leaving yours. “Stay safe.” You nodded and once he left, you headed to your room, a bad feeling growing in your gut.

Alastor soon reached Vox’s office. Once he opened the door, Vox met his gaze. “Ah, Alastor. I didn’t expect you to come.” Alastor stormed into the office, his striped suit rustling as he moved. His eyes blazed with rage as he glared at the smirking demon. “What do you want?” he growled, his voice deep and threatening. “Well, aren’t you pretty aggressive already?” Vox chuckled, crossing his arms. “I asked you to come here to discuss something important.” Normally, Alastor couldn’t care less about what Vox wanted to talk about, but since it involved Y/N, he wanted to rip Vox’s head off, but he calmed down, knowing he had to be rational. He placed his hands on Vox’s desk to keep him from strangling the TV demon. “You spoke with Y/N. What do you want with her? She has nothing to do with our squabble.” Vox’s demeanor changed as he scowled at Alastor. “Don’t give me that shit, Al. I know you’re fucking Y/N just to get your rocks off. Even you know that your rut is temporary.” Alastor’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “It is none of your business what I do in my personal life.” He crossed his arms as he continued. “I don’t need your approval or input. I’ll do as I please.” Vox leaned into his chair, a smug grin on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong, Alastor. I have the power to make your little secret public, to ruin you and your precious radio station. I could make Y/N’s name toxic in all of Hell.” Alastor’s grip on the desk tightened, leaving claw marks into the wood.

“Now, I care for Y/N. I don’t want her name spat out like venom as much as you do. I’m being very generous here, Alastor. For Y/N’s sake. You and her are only an item for one month anyways. Once your rut is over, she might as well be a cum rag to you. I’m just offering to fill in the gap, she has needs that we both know you can’t fulfill. So, share Y/N with me and I’ll keep your little tryst hidden. I’ll also throw in a portion of my airwaves for you to control, as long as you behave yourself. If you refuse, well....it doesn’t matter if you refuse or not. It’s truly Y/N’s decision now, isn’t it?” His eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Why don’t we let her choose?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cold and calculating. “Y/N is a smart woman. I trust that she’ll make the right choice.” Alastor’s fists clenched, but he held his tongue. He knew this was a battle of wits, not of force. He had to be careful not to fall into any traps Vox set up. “Very well,” Alastor said through gritted teeth. “I’ll accept whatever Y/N decides.” He turned to leave, but Vox called out to him, “Oh, Alastor?” Alastor paused, his hand on the doorknob. “You do realize that I’m not trying to take her from you, right? I’m just covering for you when you have no use for her.” Alastor’s shoulders tensed, his hand gripping the doorknob hard. “You’re trying to use her as a bargaining chip in our rivalry.” He turned to face Vox, his eyes glowing red with black sclera, reality altering and static hovering around him along with voodoo and satanic symbols, his mouth clenched shut and his teeth lighting up with his words.

“I won’t let you hurt her,” Alastor growled, his voice dripping with malice.

Alastor could feel his demonic form wanting to escape and tear Vox to shreds, but he knew that he couldn’t argue with him any longer. He had to trust Y/N’s judgement. With one last glare at Vox, Alastor left the office, closing the door behind him.

~~~♡♡♡~~~

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love-is-embarrassing · 1 month

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how about sam or taras reaction to ghostface killing reader? and maybe getting revenge?

The one that got away

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader (& Platonic Tara Carpenter x Reader)

Word Count: 0.7k (pretty short, sorry ♡)

CW: Death, violence, grief, angst, murder, brief sexual reference, you die sorry, graphic language, unhappy ending

Sam was going to Kill Richie.

She was going to tear him open again and again until he couldn't even scream without choking on his own blood.

It didn't matter that she’d been stabbed, it didn't matter that he had the gun. Seeing you fall to ground, gushing blood, she knew she was going to fucking kill him.

"You know, Sam. I'm starting to think I wasn't the only one being a little less than faithful." Richie gestured to your motionless form. "Or are you gonna tell me you haven't been eye-scissoring your galpal over there since we came to Woodsboro?"

"Fuck you!"

She hated the red-hot fury coursing through her. She hated that she’d already made up her mind about this. You’d always told her she was nothing like her dad, but…

She had to make him pay. For what he did to Tara, to her and now to you.

You, the first person she ever opened up to. You, who were so understanding and still said you loved her just as earnestly.

She felt like the biggest idiot in the world for ever thinking you could've been Ghostface.

When she saw you again for the first time in five years she was so mesmerized she almost forgot why she was in Woodsboro. She almost forgot she had a boyfriend too.

You wrapped your arms around her and it was like she was 16 again in one of those fleeting moments where nothing else mattered because she was with you.

Then a bouquet that must have been for Tara grazed her back and she remembered where she was.

"Hey... It's good to see you again, Sam."

"That's a relief..."

A relief she wasn't so sure she was owed.

How you could greet her like that with the history the two of you had -with the bitter way she had brought that history to a close no less- she had no idea, but she clung to you gratefully.

You were as soft and warm as she remembered and all too soon she had to pull back and retreat into herself. You weren't her's anymore, she ruined that. She couldn't let you make her heart flutter like nothing changed. Like she didn't have a boyfriend now.

"It's good to see you too. Or it would be if the circumstances weren't so fucking shitty."

"I know. I can't believe it. Have you spoken to Tara?”

Despite herself, her heart fluttered. You’d always cared so much about Tara, not as an obligation because you were dating her sister, truly cared. It was one of the things Sam liked most about you.

"Yeah, I have... and she mentioned you've been looking out for her since I... went away. Thank you."

You smiled -but it wasn't that bright, disarming smile you had that hit Sam's system like a love potion. Your face struggled against it.

"Yeah. Of course."

So... You did resent Sam a little. She guessed it wasn't fair to expect any different.

Despite that resentment you still visited Tara again the next day. You still saved Sam's boyfriend when Ghostface attacked the hospital-

-except you didn't, because he was never in any real danger... And that was ex boyfriend now.

And now you were lying on the floor, bleeding out and unresponsive because of fucking goddamn Richie.

He was getting cocky. He underestimated how much strength Sam had left in her because she was crawling away, he couldn't see the rage bubbling beneath her fear.

He couldn't have made it easier to get the knife in his neck.

A woman possessed, she stabbed him again and again and again, tearing into his chest until it was more blood than skin.

She couldn't stab him enough for every betrayal, for every way he hurt someone she cared about but she could fucking try.

With nothing but bloody remains left in front of her, profound coldness settled inside Sam. She stared long and hard at what used to be Richie because she knew when she stopped she’d have to look at you. What used to be you.

A piercing gasp came from behind her, Sam’s insides twisted as it turned into sobs.

Tara found you.

It was only when Richie’s body blurred that Sam realized her sister wasn't the only one crying.

#scream #sam carpenter imagine #sam capenter x reader #tara carpenter x reader #scream x reader #scream imagine

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Christmas Karma

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: Nick doesn't appreciate anyone pushing you around, especially when you're shopping. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, threat of violence, implied explicit sexual content, swearing, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?) being a little grinchy, but we love him. A/N: I present to you lovelies my writing challenge fic and gift exchange for the Thot Neighborhood's Tis the Season to be Thot-y! @angrythingstarlight , I hope you enjoy your fic! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @sgt-seabass , but any and all mistakes are my own. Also thanks to @sweeterthanthis and @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog regarding this idea. Banner and moodboard by yours truly, divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics , and prompts at the end of the fic. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Nick wasn't in the mood to be out and about today. He wondered if he could blame his grinchy mood on the cold, but the winter weather never bothered him. It was also a good excuse to keep you close. He could think of plenty of ways to warm you up and wanted to pull you back inside the minute the two of you left your home.

"Sweetheart," he grumbled. "Do we have to go shopping?"

He bought your gifts weeks ago and kept them in his office so you wouldn't find them. You asked him not to go overboard, but he couldn't help himself. You deserved to be spoiled and he couldn't wait to watch your face light up as you opened each gift.

He had a special gift saved for last.

"Nick, you promised," you reminded him when you tugged on his hand. "Just two small things and that's it."

Like him, you had your shopping done, even when he told you he had the one thing he wanted: you. Brushing that off with a giggle, you told him even the man who has everything deserves a present. Your gifts were always thoughtful. A last minute invitation to a neighbor's party, however, threw you for a loop. Not only did you insist on buying a gift for the hostess, but you needed to buy something for one of the games planned.

Which sparked a debate over whether to call the game "White Elephant" or "Rob Your Neighbor".

"Two things and we're really done?"

"That's it. We won't be out long," you smirked when he sighed. The look in your eyes made him want to drag you back inside more. "You can have me all to yourself when we're done. I'll even wear that little blue number you like when we have dinner as a thank you."

Nick ran his tongue along his bottom lip. It was one of the few pieces of lingerie he hadn't destroyed. Not because he couldn't afford it, but because you loved it as much as he did.

"We'll see if you can make it to dessert," you added.

"Tease," he whispered.

You both knew he'd have you bent over the table before the night was over.

All he had to do was make it through shopping.

"You sure this is a good idea?" he half joked as he watched a man fill up the trunk of his car with shopping bags.

"Yes," you smiled as you lightly hit his arm. "Even though I may have underestimated just how packed the parking lot would be."

He circled the lot twice to no avail and finally stopped when a nice guy waved him down and pointed to his car. The space was close to the door, too. Maybe they would be in and out quicker than he thought.

"Just for that, you should wear that new red number tomorrow," he suggested, giving the guy a nod as he backed out of the space and drove away. "My favorite next to the blue."

"See, now you're just looking for excuses to-"

Nick was about to turn into the parking spot when a red beamer nearly swiped his front bumper, drawing a gasp from you as he laid on his horn.

He didn't care that the prick almost hit him, but fuck anyone who scares his girl.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to look at you as you swallowed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured him, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. "Just wasn't expecting that. He came out of nowhere."

"He's lucky he didn't hit anyone," he said, bringing your hand to his mouth as the man got out.

Maybe it was his sour mood playing tricks on his mind, but he swore the smarmy asshole smirked at him before he headed toward the store.

Fucker. All I have to do is swerve and-

"Don't do anything," you said, as if you read his mind. "I don't mind walking. Besides, Christmas karma will get him."

He had to smile as you tried to make the best of the situation. "What exactly is 'Christmas karma'?"

"The brilliant and gorgeous Nick Fowler doesn't know what that is? Please, give me a moment to bask in this glory," you teased, making a show of closing your eyes and opening them again as he chuckled. You enjoyed stroking his ego. "It's karma, but it's wrapped in a pretty bow."

"I prefer you in a pretty bow," he winked.

"You're getting the blue number and possibly the red. Don't push it," you smiled.

He chuckled before he drove to the front of the store. "And I'm not making you walk," he said, putting the flashers on before he got out and went around to your door. "You go ahead. I'll find a spot."

You stopped to give him a kiss once he helped you out of the car. "Thank you. I'll see you inside."

That Christmas karma you mentioned must have been on Nick's side as he was able to find a spot a minute later.

His good deed for not running that prick over.

You messaged Nick to let him know which section you went to as he went inside to find you. He managed to bite his tongue as he dodged people who thought walking with their carts in the middle of the aisle was normal. You would have been proud that he kept his opinion to himself.

He smiled to himself when he saw you carefully looking through one of the shelves, one gift in your hand. The more he thought about it, the more he thought part of his bad mood had to do with the fact that it wasn't Christmas yet. He began to second guess if proposing that day was the right decision. He had complete confidence in the ring. One of a kind and crafted to perfection, just like you. He just didn't want a holiday proposal to be too cliche.

He meant what he said that you were the only thing he wanted for Christmas.

The smile slipped off his face as you reached for a box on the shelf, only to be bumped by the large guy standing beside you. The motion was too rough not to be an accident, but you managed to hold onto the gift as you found your footing. His eyes narrowed as he got a better look at the man who had the nerve to touch you.

It was the asshole who almost hit his car.

A special kind of asshole who apparently liked to shove women out of the way to get what they want.

"Excuse me," you said politely, even though the push wasn't your fault.

"Yeah, excuse you. You wanna hand that over? Now?" the guy snapped, trying to take the box as you pulled it out of his reach.

"No, I don't. I'm sorry," you said, frowning as he blocked your path.

"I was reaching for it and you snatched it. Give it to me," he said, putting his hand out.

Nick saw red as he padded across the floor, a few people moving out of his way. You once told him he had a murderous expression when pushed to that point. With his broad shoulders and fury flashing in his blue eyes, he was sure he looked like he was going to go on a rampage.

He should have just hit the guy earlier and been done with it.

You put your chin up as the man tried to grab the box again. "There are plenty of other gifts you can find," you said, an edge of annoyance creeping into your voice. "Please, excuse me."

"Bitch, give me that-"

"Step away from my wife."

You inhaled sharply at the deadly calm in Nick's voice. He didn't like to shout unless he had to, but the deep, quiet tone wasn't a good sign for anyone on the receiving end. Up close, the guy was smaller than him and all bark.

Or maybe the deadly look of his rendered him speechless momentarily.

"Or what? She took my gift," he accused.

"And you took my parking space," Nick lifted one shoulder in a bored shrug. "I memorized your license plate, by the way. I'm curious if I have someone run your plates if anything would come up. You seem like an 'outstanding parking tickets' kind of guy. Maybe worse. Would be a shame to ruin your holiday."

Even if he had a clear record, he could pay someone off to teach him a lesson.

But the way the color drained from the guy's face, he was in some kind of trouble. "She can keep it."

"You'll pay for it. Both gifts as a way to say you're sorry," Nick demanded, his voice low. "And anything else she wants in this store."

"Just these," you said with a smile before you thought about it. "Oh. And maybe a small donation to them," you added, nodding toward a group in Santa hats near the front of the store.

"Oh, god. Not the carol singers," the man grumbled. "I'd rather punch them."

Nick kind of understood where he was coming from. He grew tired of the same songs after hearing them over and over. But if that was what you wanted, he'd make it happen.

"Nick, you sure you don't want to call the station?" you asked innocently.

"Okay, okay. The gifts and a donation to the carolers. Happy?"

"Very happy," you said as Nick slipped an arm around your waist. "It's the season of giving and we appreciate it."

"Go to the counter. Now," Nick ordered.

You muffled your laughter as the guy took off, both of you following close behind. "You're really making him pay for these? We have the money."

"It's the principle. He's lucky I didn't shoot him for treating you the way he did."

He was still considering it.

"Well, thank you for not killing him. As much as I support you and your endeavors, committing a crime like that in public could get you into trouble and I don't want to spend Christmas alone," you smiled before you cleared your throat. "You called me your wife."

"I did," he said. It slipped out before he could stop himself. "And I didn't hear you correcting me."

"Because it felt nice to hear," you smiled, stopping him before you got to the counter. "But I do need a ring on my finger."

"Maybe Santa will bring you one," he teased.

"Maybe I'll say 'yes'," you said, glancing above your heads where mistletoe hung. "And I think my future husband deserves a kiss before we go home."

He placed a soft and tender kiss on your lips. Maybe a Christmas proposal wouldn't be so cliche after all. Like you said, it was the season of giving and he wanted to give you all of him.

And in the spirit of giving, he wouldn't call the cops until after the holiday to run the plates.

Maybe they'd even put a bow on the warrant.

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All For the Camera

Chapter 6

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader.

Finally! Here we are. I'm sorry, it took me so long. I had to create a new account and transfer all the fics here. And then I never had time to put my mind into this😅

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Chapter summary: the interviews!

Chapter warnings: mention of death, Cal is a warning, suicide hint (very light, but still)

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I walk into the living room, towards the big table finding Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch already there having breakfast... well Katniss and Peeta are, Haymitch just started drinking.

"Morning," I say sitting down.

"Good morning." Peeta smiles at me, a little forced, which I get... tomorrow they'll be sent to the arena.

"Hi." Katniss says.

"Morning, princess." Haymitch hands me a tea cup, I look at it rather suspiciously and when Haymitch smiles proudly I know he put some alcohol in it... so I take it.

Gladly.

"Good morning, everyone. Today's an important day!" Effie cheery voice echoes in the whole apartment as she enter and sit with us for breakfast.

"Indeed." I say with a sigh.

"When the whole team supposed to be here, Y/n?" She asks me.

"Uhm... around 5pm." I tell her.

"This means we will use this time to come up with a proper strategy, since you refuse any alliance." Haymitch then turns to me, "you'll help?"

"I can't... Plutarch wants to see me." I sadly say, "last minute details to fix, I think."

Haymitch nods.

"Can't you give us a tiny bit of hint?" Peeta jokes.

"Unfortunately, I can't say anything." I shrug standing up taking my jacket with me.

"Fine, keep your secret, Princess." Haymitch says, winking at me as I near the elevator doors. I smile at everyone and enter the elevator.

"Beware of the time, guys. Always." I say before the doors close.

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"No allies?" Plutarch asks in disbelief, handing me a glass, he stands next to his desk in his office.

"No allies." I reply, slowly shaking my head no.

He sighs deeply, then stands up and moves a hand to his chin thinking.

"But..." I start, pointing his attention back on me, "Haymitch and I will take care of it." He arches an eyebrow, questioning, "I promise."

"They know nothing, right?" He checks.

"They know less than nothing." I tell him.

"Good." He nods, "the president doesn't want you to participate in the interview this year."

"Really?" I ask.

Usually Snow insisted on me being interviewed after all the tributes', to have the Capitol's people being represented, as he put it. It's a relief.

"Yeah, he only wants you to be interviewed almost at the end." He informs me, "you know, to have more people follow, waiting to hear from you, both about your tributes and your... wedding."

"Please, do me a favour... don't mention my wedding." I groan, "I'm not really planning on attending. You know."

He sends me a knowing look, then proceeds to hand me a piece of paper.

"What is it?" I ask, examining it.

"The 12 threats in the arena."

"I see he did enjoyed my ideas..." I say swallowing hard.

"You fooled him. He does think you're... coming around." Plutarch compliments me.

"No," I shake my head, reading the list, "no one can fool him. He doesn't trust anyone. He never underestimate anyone."

"Oh, my dear, we did." He smiles. "He has no suspects, whatsoever."

"You think?"

"We would be dead now, if he did." He reason and I nod, agreeing.

"It makes sense... but I still don't feel secure enough." I tell him.

"And you shouldn't." He sits next to me, "we're at the point we can't afford feeling secure. Not even for a moment."

I nod.

"Did... uhm..." I start, my mouth feeling dry all of a sudden, "did... Cal come by... recently?"

"Cal Kingslay?"

"Yeah..."

"No."

"Do you know if he talked to any of the other Gamemakers?" I insist.

"Not that I know of... and trust me, I would know." He tells me, "did he tell you something?"

"Just that he would make sure to not have... competition anymore." I sigh, closing my eyes frustrated.

"Just another thing to keep an eye out for." He pats my back, "now, "he stands again, "tonight's interviews. The tributes will try all they can to stop the games."

"Good fucking luck." I scoff, sadly.

"They'll try everything. So... we need to talk about the remote... very remote chance that they succeed." He continues.

"Yeah... sure." I say, fully unconvinced.

"It might happen." He keeps a dead serious tone, "loved victors, tributes the Capitol consider 'family', they just might succeed."

"Now, that's pretentious." I say, taking a big gulp from my glass, "but okay... so what if they succeed?"

"It's quite simple," he starts, "you will get to-"

A hard knock on the door interrupts him. Plutarch looks at me, tensing, giving me a look to say to stay calm and natural.

"Yes?"

"Sorry, Mr Heavensbee, Cal Kingslay is here to see you." One of the other Gamemakers announces, I look at Plutarch hoping to find comfort. He does looks at me with determination, so I know he will take care of it.

"Let him in." Plutarch agrees.

Not long after, Cak enters the room, before he can greet Plutarch, he notices me.

"My sweetness, what a surprise!" He exclaims.

"Hi, Cal." I say forcing out a smile.

"Miss L/n is my apprentice, I'm sure you knew she would be here." Plutarch says.

"Yes, I admit I was hoping to catch her. With all of her... obligations, I barely see her." Cal tries to justify himself, "I'm sure you can understand how love can be."

"Yeah... I have an idea." Plutarch smiles, after getting to know him, I can recognise when he's true and fake, and that's definitely a fake smile.

"So you get it..." he sighs, dreamily, "I can't wait to marry her," he looks at me, slightly biting his lips, "I'll finally have her full attention."

"Oh well, I hope you'll let us spend some time with her too," Plutarch challenges him, "she has a great brain. Plus she's my apprentice, she might be the next head Gamemaker one day."

"Yeah," Cal grits out, not liking at all the idea, "I'm sure we could think of something. "

"But, Mr Kingslay, tell me, did you want to talk to me about something?" Plutarch asks, putting his hands in his pocket, to show Cal he's not intimidated.

"Oh yes, actually I do." Cal nods, then turns to me, walking up to me taking my hands in his, "would you mind leaving us, sweetheart?"

"Sure." I say, probably way too quickly, my eyes fall to the clock on the wall "of course. I have to get back and help some of the Tributes get ready, anyway."

Cal kisses my hands softly, I fight the urge to snatch my hands back.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the beginning, miss L/n." Plutarch smiles.

"Of course, Mr Heavensbee."

I start to walk to the door, Cal reluctantly lets me go and I subtly rush out as soon as I can.

I jump immediately into the car ready to get back to the tributes centre.

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I go to check in with Cinna about Katniss' outfit for tonight.

He leads me to the dressing room and my jaw drops as I spot the wedding dress in the middle of it.

"Oh my god..." I breath out.

"Glad you like it." Cinna says.

"If anything goes South and I end up marrying that cunt, I'm glad you're the one they chose to make my dress" I tell him, getting closer to the dress to inspect it better.

"You'd be a beautiful bride. Regardless of the husband." He compliments me and I genuinely smile at this.

"Thank you."

"I also added a special touch to it." He whispers.

"What did you do?" I ask, getting nervous.

"You'll see tonight." The determined look he has as he says this freezes me to the stop.

"Cinna..." I start, "what did you do?"

He just winks at me. "C'mon, go take a seat."

I reluctantly follow him out so he can be ready to help Katniss put on the dress, and I go find Haymitch, I take my seat next to him as Ceasar starts the show.

As always Ceasar hosts the show with his usual laugh and cheerfulness.

"Thank you, thank you!" He address the audience once he took his place in the center of the stage, "Thank you for being here tonight! On the eve of the 75th Hunger Games!" He laughs, "we have never seen anything like this and we will never see anything like it, again. Because tonight, on thus stage 24 of Panem's brightest starts will view for the ultimate crown. Tonight will be their final opportunity to express their thoughts. Our final opportunity to express our love and heartbreakingly to say goodbye to all but one."

Hypocrisy.

"What a night." He softly says, before screaming again, "let's hear it!"

And the crowd cheers louder than before.

"And I know, I know all of you want the gossip about THE wedding of the year, but you will have to wait."

The crowd makes sounds of disapproval, even though the cheering atmosphere remains.

"Can't spoil all the fun, can we?" He laughs again, "but don't you worry, the royal couple will tell us all the details eventually." He winks at the audience and finally the interviews can start.

"Kill me now." I whisper to Haymitch.

"And steal the fun to the president? Nah..." he jokes and I can't help but chuckle and move my attention back to the show.

Of course they start with district 1, Cashmere and Gloss, they interview them together and of fucking course, Cashmere will use the tears to try and make people stop the games... not the smartest choice, but still a choice.

Then it's 2 turn, then 3 where Beetee obviously tries to use logic, but unfortunately the Capitol's people are not smart enough to understand.

Then four...

I take a deep breath, hoping Finnick won't say anything he might regret.

"Finnick," Ceasar addresses him, "I understand that you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody." He laughs, and Finnick shows his perfect smile, his perfect forced smile the Capitol loves so much, "can we hear it?" He then asks.

Finnick looks quickly out in the audience, I see him spotting me and I can see the slight hint of an actual smile on his lips.

"My love," he starts seriously and my breath is caught in my throat, "you have my heart, for all eternity, and" he pauses for a moment, " if... I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips."

"Guess he didn't listen to you, uh?" Haymitch says before drinking from his flask.

"No, he didn't." I sigh. I just hope Cal won't think anything of it.

Each victor has their own way of dealing with this special games and interviews. Some tries to pity the audience, some treats it as a normal interview and then there are some like Johanna who just want to let out all the anger they feel. Which is exactly what I would love to do myself.

Cinna arrives, and takes a seat on the other sode of me, Katniss must be ready.

"It's our turn, princess." Haymitch pats my knee as Ceaser announces Kantiss' arrival.

As Katniss joins Ceasar on stage I can finally admire the dress properly. She looks absolutely beautiful, it makes me even angrier knowing it's not her choice.

"You look fabulous!" Ceaser compliments her, "doesn't she?" He asks the audience who claps their hands vivaciously as Katniss just stands there, smiling, acting like the happy bride the Capitol wants.

"Now, Katniss, this is a very big and very emotional night for all of us. Wouldn't you say?"

"Don't go crying on me now, Ceasar." Katniss teases.

"I can't make promises you know me." He laugh with her, enjoying the exchange.

"You know I wouldn't believe you, even if you did." Katniss, surprisingly, jokes again and Ceaser laughs even harder.

"I love her!" Ceaser exclaims, "the firl on fire is so cheeky!" He slowly turns more serious, "but Katniss, on a more serious note. I think we're all a little disappointed, more than a little disappointed, that a certain wedding did not take place. We all hoped to celebrate a double wedding this year. Didn't we folks? Alas. But am I correct in assuming that this is the gown that you would have worn on that day, yes or no?"

As Ceaser speak, I watch Katniss tensing.

"Yes, president Snow thought everyone would want to see it." Katniss answer, with a fake sweet smile at the end.

"Well, President Snow, as usual, was right. Was he not, folks?" He cheers. "I love it! I love it! Don't you love it, folks? It's incredible. It's so gorgeous. Will you do us the honour? Please? Please? Please?"

Ceaser looks like a child asking for candy as he steps back a little to let Katniss have more space to spin.

I tense up in my seat, glance slightly to Cinna next to me.

As Katniss spins her dress, as expected, catches on fire... but it's burning the dress now, I look at Cinna questioning then back at Katniss.

The dress burns to the point of having wings appearing on her...

"It's a bird!" Ceaser exclaims, trying to guess, "it's got feathers. It's like a bird..."

I recognise the Mockingjay.

I look at Cinna, then at Haymitch, who has a stern look on his face.

"Your stylist certainly has outdone himself this time, hasn't he?" Ceaser comments, shock written all over his face, " what theatricality! Cinna!" He then calls, "take a bow!"

The cameras are now on Cinna who stands and takes all the applauses the crows is giving him.

But Snow is not going to like it...

I pretend to cheer like everyone else, but inside I'm scared, defeated...

As the cheers die down a little, to let Katniss exit the stage and join the other tributes, we sit back down and I feel Cinna taking my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. A way of saying "it's okay."

Once Peeta gets on stage, Ceasar doesn't waste any more time and asks again about the wedding.

"But, Peeta, the wedding, the marriage, never to be?" He asks.

"Well, actually, we got married." The crowd whispers and gasps, "in secret." He adds.

Nice move, Peeta.

"A secret wedding?" Ceasar asks with a laugh. "All right. Do tell."

"We want our love to be eternal."

A bunch of 'awws' erupt from the audience.

"You know, Katnis and I, we've been luckier than most. And I wouldn't have any regrets at all if it weren't... if..." he starts to stutter.

I wonder what he has in mind, I again try to look for answers in Haymitch, but he is just as interested as I am.

"If it weren't for what? What?" Ceasar urges him.

"If it weren't for the baby." Peeta finally says.

The audience explodes at this. People shouting, gasping, waving their hands, ceasar tries to contain the situation, but fails.

I see Peeta looking towards us, with the faintest smirk and me and Haymitch nod at him, quite surprised.

"Did you suggest it?" Haymitch asks.

"Nope." I say, "you?"

"Neither."

Ceaser motion for Peeta to join the others, clearly he has no idea what to do to calm the people, who simply keep on screaming to stop the games.

But as Ceasar keeps trying to contain the theater, the tributes behind him grab each other's hands to raise them together.

This fills my heart with hope, but the lights are cut off soon and the whole room falls into darkness.

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I can't help my bouncing leg as we all wait for Plutarch to come out and tell us the fate of the games.

"He won't cancel them." I whisper to Haymitch, making sure the other mentors and guards can't listen, "not now that he has a chance to kill her for good."

"I know." He sighs, patting my legs.

"And Cinna.." I choke out.

"I know, I know."

The doors open and Plutarch comes out with a look that doesn't bring good news.

"The games are still on." He simply says before walking off.

Everyone, walk away to the elevators.

We meet Effie on the way.

"So?" She asks and we shake our heads, "oh poor kids..."

The elevator ride to 12 is silent.

We find Katniss and Peeta in the living room.

"Baby bomb was a stroke of genius." Haymitch starts, I nod, "Unfortunately, games are still on. This is a goodbye, for now."

Katniss nods, determined and defeated at the same time.

"Presents." Effie chimes in, I can see her eyes are humid though, "for you three."

She hands me, Haymitch and Peeta a small box.

"What is this?" Haymitch asks, opening his box and finding inside a golden bracelet resembling flames, I open mine and find a golden ring, similar to Haymitch's bracelet.

"Your token, remember?" Effie tells him, "hair for me, pin for Katniss. Gold bangle for you, gold ring for Y/n and for Peeta the medallion we talked about."

"Thank you, Effie." Peeta says, voice soft with gratitude.

"We're a team." She says, "aren't we?"

I can tell she cares so much about this two, it warms my heart.

Katniss nods, giving her a sweet smile.

"Of course we are." I agree.

"And I am so proud of my Victors," she says, hugging Peeta, "so proud" she hugs Katniss, "you both deserved so much better." She's fully crying now, so I gently rub her back, "I am truly sorry."

She lets out one last small sob and walk away leaving us four.

"Thank you, both." Peeta hugs Haymitch while Katniss wraps her arms around me.

"Thank you, Y/n. Really." She whispers and I nod, giving her one last squeeze before letting go.

I turn to hug Peeta.

"Don't lose yourself in there, okay?" I ask.

"Never." He hugs me tightly, "Thank you."

We pull away, I give him a smile, both to assure him and to give me strength.

"Any last advice?" Katniss asks Haymitch.

"Stay alive." He answers.

And we both walk away, though Katniss calls Haymitch back and I keep going towards the elevator.

To district 4 apartments.

I step into the room, looking around, I hear someone coming and my eyes lock with Mags'. With just one look, she knows why I'm here.

She walks to me to embrace me, squeezing me tighter to assure me she's okay.

I pull away to look at her.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and she shakes her head, puts a hand on her heart and hugs me one more time before walking away.

Soon after Finnick comes out, clearly looking for me. He softly smiles at me and shrugs.

"Hey," he greets, "think positively... You'll get to see me in action again."

I roll my eyes, I still keep a distance, none of us dare to step closer.

"Don't do anything stupid." I warn him.

"As if..." He's still smiling, "you got me out once. I trust you."

I nod, my eyes burn and I blink to keep the tears at bay.

"Stay alive long enough to let me." I say, softly, he nods.

We stay silent for a moment. I'm scared, I don't know what could happen in the arena, I don't know if any of the threats will hurt him, I don't know if he will survive...

I rush to him, I hug him tightly and he immediately reciprocates, holding me to him.

I don't need him to speak to know all he wants to say. That everything is going to be okay, that we will get them all out, that we will finally go to 13 and start this rebellion... just like I don't need him to speak to know he's scared, just like me.

I don't want to let go, I just want to stay like this, in the warmth of his arms.

He kisses the top of my head, giving me one last squeeze before pulling away just enough to look at me.

"I trust you." He repeats, "my love."

I nod, determined to get him and everyone out of there.

I see him moving a hand to my face, wiping away a tear I haven't noticed. He keeps the hand there and I really wish I could just give in... for once.

Thankfully, or not, we hear the elevator's doors opening so we pull away, I quickly wipe my face from any possible tear and pull myself together.

"Is there any... oh!" Cal's voice makes me jump, I wasn't expecting him at all, "My princess! What are you doing here?"

I can sense his tone is accusatory and I don't like it, not one bit.

"I was simply wishing him and Mags good luck for the games, Cal." I quickly explain, I can see in the corner of my eyes Finnick nodding his head, forcing out his confident smile.

"Aw... how sweet." Cal says, flatly, which means he is either not convinced or he doesn't like it, both option aren't good.

"But what are you doing here?" I ask, walking to him.

"Oh you know," he starts, wrapping an arm around me, possessively, "general's duties to perform. After the caos in the theatre we wanted to make sure there were no more... inconveniences." He says looking straight at Finnick, whose expression turns serious, angry.

"Well, as you can see, everything is in order." I tell him, putting a hand on his chest, maybe this will distract him.

"Is it?" Again with the accusatory tone.

"Of course." I smile, "why wouldn't it be?"

Cal considers me for a moment, that seems endless, he then smiles, as if to appease me.

"No reason, of course." He turns to look at Finnick, tightening his grasp on me, "May the odds be ever in your favour."

"Thanks, Cal." Finnick nods, " I can't wait to be back to you."

Finnick says this both to show Cal he's not scared and also as a message for me.

"Neither can I." Cal say through gritted teeth.

He then walks back to the elevator, dragging me to with him.

I take one last glance at Finnick, his fists clenching, he winks at me before I have to turn away from him.

Cal's arm is still around me when the doors close.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asks.

"Uhm... no?" I pretend to be confused, "why? Is something wrong?"

I turn to face him, but his hand is suddenly grabbing me by the neck, pushing me against the elevator's wall. My eyes widen and immediately hold his wrist to push him off.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, my sweetness?" He asks, with a sweet tone, which terrifies me even more.

"No... Cal..." I weakly mutter out.

"No?" He asks again.

"Of... of course not." I keeo try to push him away, "you're.. you're hurting me, Cal." I choke out.

"I hope you enjoy your little job..." he move his face closer to mine, "because once we're married... you belong to me, my princess, do you understand?" He growls, and I nod, "say it."

"I... I understand." Speaking feels so hard.

"Good girl." He smiles.

"Let... let go..." I ask, never once stopped pushing at his hand.

"Your fight is one of the things I love the most about you, you know?" He whispers, his lips too close to mine now, "but I won't tolerate it much longer."

I nod in understanding.

"Yes... C-cal." I say, after he slightly glared at me.

"Good girl." He says before kissing me.

He lets my neck go and I gasp for air, pushing him away as I catch my breath. His hand find its way into my hair, he grabs it and pulls me up again.

"Have a good night, tomorrow's is a big day." He whispers into my ear.

He leaves a kiss on my cheek, and thankfully the doors open again to the first floor, and he steps out of the elevator.

I still catch my breath, but when the doors close, I collapse on the floor. I can't keep in the sobs forming in my throat. I softly caress the skin of my neck, it's going to bruise tomorrow, I'll have to ask Effie to help me cover it up.

I take a very deep breath, pull the jacket around and wait for the elevator to arrive back to 12.

Everything is quiet and dark, maybe everyone is asleep, so I walk into the kitchen to get some water.

"Hey."

I jump and turn around, Peeta looks at me alarmed. I let out a sigh of relief once I see him.

"Sorry... hi." I say.

"Are you okay?" He cautiously walks closer.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay, Peeta." I tell him, I notice his eyes are on my neck and I quickly cover it.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Nothing, really don't worry about me." I smile at him.

"You remember my first night here?" He asks and I nod, sighing as I already know what he's hinting at, "I asked you not to worry about me, but you ignored me, stayed and helped me feel better."

"That was different," I try to smile, "you were about to face death. I'm not."

"But you're my friend." He states.

I look at him, it warms my heart, I know we all created a bond, but hearing him openly calling me a friend makes my heart ache in a good way.

I sigh, deciding to just tell him.

"I met Cal in the elevator." I say, "he found me talking to Finnick and... he definitely didn't like it." I see him opening his mouth to say something, "I'm okay. And I can handle him."

"It... it shouldn't be like that..."

"Just like you all being thrown into an arena to fight for your life." I sadly smile, "I'm okay, Peeta, really."

He nods, gives me one last look, to check on me, and walks back to his room.

I sit in the kitchen, still caressing the skin of my neck. It hurts. I let the tears fall freely.

I need this to go well, we all need this to go well, I don't think I would survive this time if I lose them all...

I wouldn't want to survive.

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