#vanessa ives x reader

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Vanessa Ives Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No matter what role she’s played, she’s going to have a drop after. So it’s left to you to get her through it before she’s able to make it up to you.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

She loves your legs and the way they quiver when you’re just about to come.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

If you want her to, then she will happily do so. She’d never want to inflict it on you, but if it’s your choice, that’s different. She’d probably buy you some intricate choker that has her initial on it.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

She’s a switch. Sometimes she’s animalistic in her need for control, other times she just wants to surrender herself fully to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She has a modicum of experience, but she likes to expand her horizons and learn with you to find what works best for both of you and your relationship.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

About 50/50. Sometimes it’s a little of both at once. And it will vary from one time to the next.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She tries to be more serious in the moment, but there are times with each of you that just dissolve into the silliness of the moment and end up cuddling instead.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

She likes to reread the steamier letters that you’ve exchanged and remembering past times you’ve shared together until she starts making plans for next time.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Her voice gets low, and she’ll tempt you with whispered promises or hastily written notes if she doesn’t dare to be overheard. And she won’t rest until she’s got you home and in her bed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She isn’t big on self pleasure, though it does scratch the itch from time to time. She does however, like guided masturbation where her own hand is like an extension of you, as you tell her how to touch herself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Vanessa loves sensory play in all forms. Blindfolds to heighten sensations? She’s all for it. Temperature play? She’s in.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Anywhere around the home, really. She tends to stick to the bedroom mostly, but doesn’t mind switching up the location if you’re feeling like it.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

She loves it when you trail your fingertips all over her body before you get to the really good parts. The tingling sensation drives her crazy.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

There’s a lot of layers and intricacies with unfastening things, so even if you’re in a rush, it will take a while and neither of you see the sense in prolonging it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She doesn’t have a preference when it comes to giving or receiving, as she likes both equally. And her skill is certainly not lacking.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She most often chooses the softer, slower, gentler side of things. Though that does not mean there isn’t room for rougher play from time to time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies aren’t something she truly enjoys. There are times that there’s an exception to the rule, however.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She is more than willing to experiment with you in the bedroom. She isn’t afraid of risk, as long as you’re also agreeable to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two or three rounds on average. Sometimes less, sometimes more. It really just depends on her mood and the day she’s had.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No. She values connection to explore levels of intimacy with her partner, so a casual arrangement really isn’t her cup of tea.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She can definitely tease you if she feels like it, and she knows every single way to drive you absolutely mad with lust.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She can be loud, but not as a rule. She does moan like crazy though. You’ve never once told her to hold back.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Perhaps up to several months in. She’ll know when the time is right and so will you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Vanessa has the perfect Victorian aesthetic. Her skin resembles porcelain for how pale it is. She looks fragile and it’s a wonder of softness to touch her skin.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not astronomically high, but perhaps a bit higher than the average woman.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She needs time to wind down after, so it will be an hour or so before she’s able to drift off.

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[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Vanessa ives - where we meet at a ball and she ask us to dance, she never got our name and follows us home to find out we are the daughter of Evelyn Poole. So we start seeing Vanessa behind our mothers back and maybe if you could add some smut between us and vanessa?

Forbidden Love- Part 1- Vanessa Ives

A/N: Hey @wandamaximoff2823 thank you for your request, I'm so sorry for the long wait, I've been really struggling to get back into writing but better as never I suppose 😅, anyway I hope you enjoy this and that it was worth the wait.

Warning(s): Scars, smut, mentions of neglect/abuse.

I was never one to be interested in the intricacies of the aristocratic ways of the upper class but mother had asked me to be here and what ever mother asked you to do was never a simple request but a very firm order.

I entered the lavish estate of a Mr Dorian Grey, unescorted of course, how scandalous. A butler or perhaps he was a servant came and took my cloak and directed to me where all the fuss and chatter was coming from, so I followed the sound of champagne induced laughter and discussion of who owned the most properties in the countries, which took me to a grand ballroom which was filled to the brim of upper class Londoners, an orchestra and the walls were completely lined with portraits, show off.

I weaved my way through the large doorway that lead into the ballroom a feat which would have been easier if everyone was deciding to take up the space. I'd originally dressed to blend in and not draw in to much unwanted attention, who would have thought that wearing dress of gold and white (the opposite of what my mother would have ever approved of) would have caught so many stares and glances.

A server came to me with a tray of champagne and though I was usually partial to a class or two I knew I had to keep my mind as agile as possible for the task my mother had sent me to do. I was told to not get to close to Miss Ives but just enough to use some effective Nightwalker magic on her mind, this should have been Hecate's job not mine but apparently according to mother "Hecate had her own tasks" I would have used the chores or enslavement but I'd rather not have a gash from the tip of my cheek to my chin so I kept my mouth shut.

For a moment as I was thinking a man approached me and I could already smell the alcohol from a mile, this would be wonderful not, I snarled for a moment at the thought but as the man was now in reach of me I returned my face to its natural composure.

"What's a charming dove like you doing all alone and without a chaperone?" This man, who looked old enough to be a someone who should start writing their will, asked me. Who looked like the usual upper class prick, my least favourite kind of mortal irritation.

"That is none of your concern sir, now if you wouldn't mind walking off to go and compare your assets, though I'm sure yours are lacking by the looks of things, with the other gentlemen I'd be most thankful." I said the man with my best 'I'm super important' voice but when the man didn't leave I know that my word choice may have been a little too much.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way," The man snarled at me and was quick to grab my upper arm harshly and with so many people in the room it would be easy to not notice or ignore what he was doing. "Now judging by your dress I'd say your still a maid, so why don't you be a good little heiress and have a drink with me on the balcony," Damn this dress I just wanted to wear something that was the opposite of the scars on back and now I was being mistaken for a maid because of it, just fabulous.

As more time passed and I hadn't responded, the man's grip on my upper arm was becoming painfully tight and even for someone like me, I couldn't hold back a wince.

"Ah cousin," I heard a feminine voice call out and upon hearing the voice my head turned abruptly to the direction of the voice and then I saw her. She had raven black hair, sky blue eyes and pale ivory skin and was wearing the most fabulous black and red dress I'd ever seen and she was walking over to me. Well that's half a job done and half a job failed.

Once she stood by my side she began to speak again, "Thank you for keeping my cousin company Sir," She spoke to the man who still had his hand on my upper arm, "But now that I am here I believe she is no longer in need of your company," Her voice which originally was soft and compliant of any woman in this room and now become more natural almost steely.

I could feel the man's grip tighten and I knew who was about to say something but for whatever reason after he made eye contact with my ravenette saviour he let go of my arm completely and walked off without another word. My first reaction was to rub at my arm, even if I knew it would heal within a minute or two.

"I Apologise for the cousin lie but I can tell when a woman is uncomfortable." She spoke to me with a kindness I knew would be there if she knew who I actually was. "My name is Miss Ives," She spoke again with a slight bit more formality, extending out a hand for me to shake and suddenly I was grateful to the creme gloves I was wearing because if I weren't she'd probably be able to sense exactly what I was.

"No apologies needed, It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Ives." I spoke with the same slight formality as she but then I soon thought of the implications of my words and I began to internally kick myself for making such a slip up, my mother was going to kill me if I messed this up.

"To finally meet me?" She looked at my with a smile and odd confusement in her expression. "Why have we been intending to meet one another before today?" She asked me curiously with a slight chuckle to her voice which was somewhere between being eerie and joyful.

"Not at all, I simply meant that," I paused for a moment to think of a better excuse for my slip up, "I've heard your name on people's lips before, it's nice to put a face to the name, Miss Ives." I said coming up with something that I thought was a decent enough excuse that would hopefully appease her curiosity.

"Oh, I didn't know I was a topic of gossip," She spoke again and though she was trying to feign ignorance I could tell she had noticed my slip up by the way her eyes looked at me and how her pupils darkened with triumph at her victory.

"Well anyway would you care for a dance?" She asked me her tone lighter with an undertone of something that was perhaps mischief, as she gave a slightly bow and extended out hand, facing upwards, to me.

"Well people do like to talk," I was very quickly scanning the ballroom for a quick escaped to the exit and when I found it I took my chances, "I must be going Miss Ives, good evening." I said the formal goodbye and quickly left through the small gap that had been left to the exit and retrieved my own cloak and quickly began to set off back up to the manor we were staying in that was slight ways away.

As I walked under the nights dark sky at a brisk pace, I thought of how I knew my mother would be anything but pleased at what she would see as a display of my incompetence at not completely her 'simple' task but I also thought about how what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, a policy I very much enjoyed using with my mother. Though if she were to ever find out I knew I'd probably be crucified upside down with no last words being allowed.

Not long later I made up back to our home, a manor that was slightly outside of central London. I walked up the stone steps that led to the large front doors which i opened with a heavy gust of wind which came when I turned my wrist in just the right way and I walked inside oblivious to anything else as I took my cloak off and threw it somewhere I didn't care to check.

As I walked further into the foyer at the front of the manner, I started ragging the gloves of my arms and unpinning the mass of my that sat atop my head. It felt euphoric when my hair cascaded down my back because finally all the weight was off the crown of my head and sighed out in a pleased way not caring for all the bobby pins that were fall the marble floor and making a clattering sound.

For a moment all I thought I could hear was the clattering of my bobby pins on the floor, which was a lovely relief because it meant that my mother possibly my sisters weren't in the manor or they were at least asleep, either way I was happy to not be bothered by any of them.

As I just about started to walk up the overly elaborate staircase upstairs, I heard a bang and then a mumble and quickly whipped my body around to the direction of the sound which just happened to be the front doors and then I saw her, Vanessa, well this is just fabulous.

"Miss Ives, what on earth are you doing here?" I asked feigning confusion and innocence as I walked down the few steps I had just walked up. I then walked over to where Vanessa was, in the middle of the foyer, taking in her surroundings of the dark and quietly frankly disturbing manor.

"You never told me your name," She began to say, the meaning behind her voice was obviously detached from what she was saying to me as she was to focused on surveying her new surroundings. "What possible reason do you have for being here?" She asked me finally making eye contact and her steely gaze was hardened and distrusting.

She must be able to feel the aura of the manor, Hell she probably had a pretty good idea about who lived here which meant she probably knew what I was. "Miss Ives I know how it may look but..." I began to say to Vanessa before I heard the creaking of floorboards coming from upstairs and as the noise grew closer the sound of footsteps accompanied it.

A horrible sense of dread filled my chest because I knew that it was just the wind or if it was a person, as I suspected it was, it wasn't one of my sisters, it was my mother. I didn't have much time to think and I'm not sure what compelled me to do it but I quickly faced Vanessa agin and twisted my wrist in her direction and a gust of with pushed her against one of the far walls and quickly I consumed her in enough mist to make her invisible.

Just as I turned back around to face the staircase but before I was able to regain my composure, my mother was at the top of the staircase in one of her robes and her hair pinned. "Oh mother, hello," I spoke trying calm my voice down as to not give anything away.

"Y/N you've returned, I assume the task I sent you on was a success then." She phrased it in a way that anyone would think it was meant as a question but I knew she didn't mean it as one, she never did.

"Yes mother," I spoke with my head bowed, lying through the skin of my teeth, praying she wouldn't notice my lie. "Lucifer's bride had a bit of a manic episode at the party and fainted," I explained to my mother whilst trying to come up with a believable lie, we were expected to refer to Vanessa as Lucifer's bride, the thought always made my skin crawl but I'd never let it show.

"Good, I'm pleased to hear," I eternally sighed of relief when my mother spoke like she had know idea that I had lied to her and I was grateful for it. "Well I shall retire for night now," She then finished saying as she walked back the way she came and the sound of her footsteps soon disappeared completely.

Once my mother was gone I couldn't even give myself a moment to enjoy my victory as I know Vanessa was still stuck the wall and covered in mist. I quickly ran other to where I cast her off and released from my nightwalker magic, to which she fell from the wall gasping for breath.

"Miss Ives," I quickly got down on the floor as she was still gasping, "Miss Ives you must leave, if my mother or sisters find you here you will never leave," I tried to encourage her off the floor and I eventually got her to her feet but she wasn't leaving. "Listen, I understand your in shock and still recovering but you have to leave right now," I kept urgently encouraging her to leave but it wasn't quite working. "Vanessa!" I shouted her name and this finally snapped her out of wherever she'd been in her head, she made eye contact with me once before running out of the manner and disappearing and all I could do was finally sigh in relief. What a night. __________________________________ So I've had to split this request into two parts because it was getting a little long. Anyway, thank you all for reading, I hope you all enjoyed and until next time fellow readers.

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[ilovehotactresses]

why has no one written a REALLY smutty fic with vanessa ives? HAVE YOU SEEN THE SERIES??? that girl is kinky and i want her

#vanessa ives #vanessa ives x reader #penny dreadful #ilovehotactresses

[cherryxsapphic]

It's 3 a.m. again, so let the Shenanigans begin!! 💖

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but imagine it's storming outside and you're trying to find safe place to stay after getting chased relentlessly by a hollow. Your whole entire outfit is absolutely soaked and damaged from running through the forest and the raging storm outside. Then as you finally calm down and begin walking you start to notice a specific cave and you're like hey nothing could go wrong if you went through the cave right so why not. (we love curious George) as you go through the cave there's a super bright light because you know it's the Sun! but anyways as you stroll along you find a magnificent Victorian house you then run up to it thinking that you finally found some shelter and who knows maybe someone that might live there could help you out.

Before you could even knock the door quickly opens, you're greeted by gorgeous woman with eyes that you could compare to a hawk (I'm so funny) you can't even get a single word out not only because she's beautiful but because she doesn't let you.

"Ah I've been expecting you."

She then pulls out her hand in what you thought was a handshake so you naively held out your hand and with a smile on your lips.

Unnoticed to you the woman simply smirked as she grabbed your hand you were yanked inside never to be seen again. 🥰

"You're mine now."

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Sadly it is not in fact 3 am anymore but I hope you enjoyed this!!💫💕💫

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A New Start - Obie Bergman imagine {OC} GGReboot

Title: A new start

Pairing: Obie Bergman x Black Reader

Author's Note: I don’t know where this is going but hope you like. I didn’t read this through because I wanted to post it

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Full Name: Charlotte Jean

Nickname: CJ, Char, Jeans, Lotts

Birthday: August 23, 2005 - 17

Born: New York

Occupation(s): Student, Dancer, Model, Actor

Residence: Upper East Side

Instagram: @CharlotteJeans (300k follower)

*Relationships*

Family: Nicolas Jean (father) Jasmine Jean (mother) Frances Jean (Twin Brother)

Romance: Obie Bergman (boyfriend)

Friends: Max Wolfe (best friend) Audrey Hope, Aki Menzie, Luna La, Zoya Lott

Enemies: Julien Calloway (frenemy)

——————————————————————————————This story is about Charlotte

- Charlotte grow up as a dancer

- Her mom and dad wanted there kids to grow up being big

- So when they kids both could walk and talk they got them right in

- Char learned a lot to the point where her name was big in the dancing world. To ballroom, ballet, contemporary, hip hop, tap to jazz and ice skating when she had time

- And there for her twin brother, music and sports

- When she was ten years old, her family had moved to france

- 7 years later, they moved back to NY, but there family had a big name to live up too

- But at the same time, she kept herself to who she truly was. She was a loving person who will buy anyone before her own.

- Since then, she loves to give back to people and animals. Will go out to the protest and talk to the people

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- Moving back to new york after the summer of her sophomore year. She met up with her old time best friend ‘Max Wolfes’

- The Wolves and The Jeans were very close friends

- Godien Wolfes is the twins' godfather, so Max and The Twin grow up together. The trio

- So when the twin came back to the upper east side, they knew who to go to.

- The first day there, all eyes on them, but CJ went straight to the table up first to call out Max’s name.

- He saw he and gave her a big hug

“Hey I want you to meet my beautiful things here Charlotte, Charlotte Jeans and Frances Jeans”

“It CJ, call me CJ”

Introducing them to the group, and one person couldn't keep - their eyes off of her.

“And this is Obie”

- Then the bell was ringing and max took you in his hands to take

- Later on, the group knew a lot about CJ, but it was more of Fracces things

- They were all on the stares when Monet asked her

“Hey CJ, when going out tonight for a little get together, we knew Frances in. How about you?”

“Sorry guys, but am volunteering and the NYC animal shelter tonight-”

“Wait tonight at 8” Obie asked

“Yes, actionaly” CJ said laughing it off

“Am was actually looking at that the other night, maybe we could go together?”

“Sure why not”

- That night, they got to know each other very well, Yes Obie that she was just like any other new york girl but he was liking her for then he thought

- After that night of feeding food to the animals and cleaning them and more, they became closer

- Obie would do anything to hang out with her

- They sometimes walked to school together and have study “Date”

- At school they would eat together and just become friends

- He would even show up at Max house when he knew she was going to be over there

- Frances help him out as will

- After a long study “date”, Obie asked her on a real date

- They would go out to more events which catch the media's attentions in a good way and bad

- CJ posted pictures of them and events (with obie permission) her fans thought it was cute but Julies and GG fans didn't like it so much

- They were cute couple

- Obie met CJ parents and loved him

- CJ met Obie mom, She said she loves her already

- They would go to big events together

- Obie would take her to different places in NY

- CJ would give him dance lesson and when it came to any of her dance competitions, he would be there sitting next her family with a handful of flowers

- Sometimes they would have study dates at each others house but Obie likes it better over her because it feels more like home

- They did everything together, and it made them seem like they were in love

- Since she was around Obie more, she was around Aki and Audrey and Max more. Frances would be around alot, made the self a little group

- Around new york, Obie invited you and your brother to the Quaint weekend house

- The whole weekend, Obie and CJ shared the same room

- When the twins walked in, everyone was just getting there

- It was a fun and relaxing

- Everyone got along and had fun, Frances was flirting with Luna and Obie had you mostly to himself

- Julien felt some way but wanted him to be happy. But not with you

- CJ helped around the house, had the grow make cookies and spend time together, Obie was falling more and more in love

- And on new year, they were each other new year kiss

- After that, everyone loved them. Obie was happy

- GG would post things on IG

*It pictures of CJ and Obie*

Well Well Well, It looks like there's a new couple in town. @Charlotte Jeans and @Obie Bregaens have been hitting off pretty well. Them out on the town helping others and dogs. Let's see where this goes. Charlotte or should I say CJ is the new girl and all around famous dancers with big money to her money. Lets see if Obie will love Julien or CJ? Tell me who you're rooting for?

#Team Julien s or #Team CJ

- CJ didn't really care but it seem to get to Julies head

- Julien was upset that Obie was getting over her and with CJ now

- So she did what she did best, try to break you down

- Julien, Monet ended up finding something and sent it to GG to hurt CJ

- Found out the CJ and Frances are adopted twins

- When GG posted it, It really didn't hurt the twins. Just hated it now that people knew their business more then the should

- Julien didn't like how CJ reacted so she wanted to hurt her more

- But what the found out was not about CJ, but about her twin

- Frances was a Drug addict

- Once GG posted it, know saw the twins for over 3 to 4 weeks

- CJ and Frances were close, not like Grace closes but they were best friends

- Once France was ready to come back to school, So was CJ.

- And CJ had a bad feeling about the group, had a feeling that someone was out for her

“On look who made it back” Monets

“What is that supposed to mean” CJ questioned

“CJ, it meant nothing, after all we just wanted to-” Julien couldn't even finish it all when they all got a ding on there phone

- It was post from GG about all the people who sent thing to GG

- The first things CJ saw was a sent in dm from Julien and Monet about CJ and Her twin

“You sent this about my brother?”

“I- I-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” At this point everyone was looking at everyone in the group.

- Know one CJ this mad before. She was always the loving and smiling person

“You sent that in for what? First the adopted and then my brother's addictions. You have to be out of your fucking mind. You have no respect for know but yourself, and it shows”

- Julien couldn't say anything

“This is about Obie” Max spock up

“About a fucking boy, Really!” Getting in Julien face

“ You are a disgusting fucking person”

- CJ walked away pushing the crowd away, Frances, Max, Aki, Audrey and Obie right behind her

Part 2?

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Romantic Roulette

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Football Player!Ellie x Classy fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie, the charismatic star and team captain of the school's football team, finds herself entangled in a daring bet with her teammates. When challenged to win the affection of someone who is deemed to be "out of her league", - you, the one who everyone thinks is straight and seemingly Ellie's complete opposite - Ellie takes the wager with a huge confidence.

As Ellie made her way to pursue you, she soon realized that breaking your walls is no easy task. Unexpectedly, the more Ellie gets to know you, the more she finds your genuine charm and personality. Amid the game, Ellie discovers that her heart is no longer in it for the bet but for a chance at something real.

wordcount: 6, 473 Part II : PART III: PART IV

based on this request!

Romantic Roulette

Ellie Willams, one of the school’s most famous girls. Not only because she’s the football captain and has been distinguished as the best player in the nationals game, but because she has the looks that make every single girl drop down on their knees and worship her. 

It’s good, really. She loved the fame, the attention, and the girls that came with it. You can always see Ellie in different clubs, partying her ass out, not caring about the school tomorrow. She was always the center of attention in there, and you could spot her, always in the middle, with a ring of girls encircling her, wanting to even get a chance to just touch her hair or even her tattooed arm which everyone adores. 

Ellie always finds herself with different girls in her bed every single night. But she liked to think that it wasn’t her fault when they started catching feelings for her. Because, hey, she just wanted to have a good time, and she doesn’t really fully believe in some bullshit everyone calls love. She saw it as a waste of time, and thus she doesn’t even bother to commit to a relationship. 

Every girl flocked around her feet, wanting even to get a taste of her body, and Ellie wasn’t a saint to decline them. They wanted to please her, and who was she not to agree to that? She doesn’t even bother asking for their name because she knows that she will just forget about it by the time they are in bed. Ellie always has someone who she calls whenever she felt horny, and they would oblige immediately no matter what day or hour is it. And that’s one of the many perks that she loved about being herself. 

The locker room was loud as hell after their practice. Everyone was buzzed and energetic amidst the hot weather. Different conversations were emerging as the players were catching up with each other. 

Ellie walked out of the shower and everyone’s attention was already with her. Wearing her sports bra and grey pajamas, Ellie laughed as she heard someone talking about a funny incident last night. She sat down in one of the chairs inside while drying her auburn hair with a towel.

“Fuck it, man. You just swooped in and got to bed Atasha that fast?” Riley asked.

Ellie laughed loudly. “Sorry, dude, she’s practically begging for me all night while we’re at the club. It’s pathetic.”

“Damn, I was talking to her all night and she just immediately stood up when she saw you.” Riley shook her head, feigning her sadness.

“Sorry, dude. You should’ve seen her bouncing at my cock last night. She moans like a fucking chicken.” Ellie stood up, picked up her hoodie, and immediately wore it. Everyone hollered at her joke. Riley playfully smacked her in her arms. Ellie looked at her watch and groaned. “Ah, I still fucking have a history class.”

“Man, be thankful that Mrs. Garcia was your professor. Her tits are spilling out every time she bends over to pick up something in her bag.” Vanessa rolled her eyes before playfully moaning.

Ellie laughed again. “Sorry, dude, I was too busy looking at my seatmate.”

One of her teammates, Alex, went near them, engaging herself in the conversation after she was done showering. “Who?” She asked, drying her arms with a towel.

“You probably don’t know her but her name’s y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” Ellie answered before gathering her messenger bag and her bottled water. Honestly, Ellie doesn’t even know how she remembered your name. She doesn’t even talk to you in or outside the class that much. She can probably count on her two hands how many interactions you two had for the semester. There’s just something about you that Ellie can’t wrap her fingers. She can’t explain how much you attracted her.

The whole team fell silent and stole glances with each other before bursting out in laughter. This made Ellie look at them with a curious stare. Both of her brows rose, as she watched them holler, completely clueless.

“What’s so funny?” Ellie crinkled her nose. 

“Well, first off, we know her. She’s like everyone’s dream girl, dude. But you can’t take her out. You’re not her type.” Alex smirked.

Ellie looked at her with an offended stare. “What do you mean I’m not her type? I’m everyone’s type.” 

“Apparently, not for her. You don’t even know if she’s gay.” Alex argued.

“Everyone’s gay for me.” 

“Then try flirting with her, I’m telling you it won’t work. She’s way out of your reach.” 

“Dude,” Ellie chuckled, “No one is out of my reach. Wanna bet?” Ellie smirked, pulling up her wallet and raising it before Alex’s face. Everyone said a loud and long ‘ooh’ in unison.

Alex smiled back at her, “Ten dollars?”

“Make it twenty if I kissed her.” 

“Fifty… if you can take her to the bed. But if you can’t, then owe me those fifty dollars.”

Ellie laughed. “You think I can’t do that?” She traced the inside of her mouth with the tip of her tongue. “Fine. I’m in.” Ellie accepted the challenge.

To start, Ellie doesn’t know much about you. Only that you loved listening to Mrs. Garcia’s boring history lessons, asking so many questions about the topic, and attentively writing down everything the professor said. This is why you’re her favorite student. And also, you loved to wear those classy vintage dresses and you’re also polite as fuck. You’re the opposite of the girls that Ellie loved hooking up with. To be honest, you’re nowhere near Ellie’s type of girl but something about you that makes her drawn to your energy like she’s a moth to the fire – you. 

You’re not the type of person who would go having meaningless sex, and Ellie somewhat predicted it. Besides, her whole team was convinced that you wouldn’t budge, nor break down your defenses to Ellie. Because firstly, they believed that you’re straight. 

Yeah, believed.

Because Ellie wasn’t nearly convinced that you wouldn’t throw yourself at her feet. That you wouldn’t scramble at the sight of her. That she can’t make you question your sexuality. Because Ellie was full of herself she could do that. She always does.

“So… are you free tonight?” A girl in their class asked Ellie flirtatiously while tracing the tattoo on her arm. She sat down in front of Ellie’s table, riding up her skirt to reveal more skin on her thigh. If this were a normal day, Ellie would’ve said back at her. Probably ask her to be her date for the night, and make plans where they would fuck. But since she’s on a mission, and you could go inside the room and see the two of them, then you’d probably lose all of your interest. And Ellie doesn’t want that. 

“I’m not. Why don’t you just go back to your seat, Johanna?” Ellie sarcastically asked her.

The girl retreated and looked at Ellie with irritation. “My name’s Christine!” She said before angrily stomping her way to the front seat.

At the same time, you walked inside. You were holding your books in your right arm, and the other one was clutching the straps of your handbag. Your hair was in a simple style – the front pieces were tucked behind your hair neatly, revealing the gold hoops you were wearing. You were just wearing jeans and heels paired with a plain long sleeve that revealed your collarbones and curves that made Ellie’s breath hitch. 

Ellie’s gaze followed yours as you were making your way beside her. Ellie took the courage to flash you a charming smile while you were sitting. She doesn’t expect you to do anything, so when you flashed back a beam, Ellie almost gasped in shock.

“Hey, darling.” You greeted and Ellie didn’t know what to do. It’s like all of her flirting skills were gone after she heard your voice. Goddamnit.

Ellie cursed herself before silently shaking her head as if to gain back her consciousness. She’s starting to look like a fucking loser. “Hi… you look pretty.” She complimented you before smirking and looking up and down your body. 

“Wow,” You couldn’t help but smile shyly while gazing down. “It kinda means a lot to me since it’s from the captain of the football team.” You looked up at her, meeting her green eyes that were staring at you intently. “Though I was curious as to why you’re talking to me.” You joked. 

Ellie chuckled. “You knew me?”

You shrugged. “Of course, who doesn’t?”

“Well… I thought you weren’t paying attention to me.” 

You crinkled your nose. “I think it’s the other way around.”

Ellie’s tongue traced the insides of her cheek, before she leaned into her chair, still staring at you. “I just want to be friends.” 

You scoffed. “Friends? Didn’t you have a lot of that?”

“Well,” Ellie leaned in front of you. She rested her elbows on her knees. “Is it bad not to want you as my friend?”

“No,” You smiled. “But it was such an odd thing. You and I were seatmates ever since and you never really noticed me. So, what’s your intentions?”

Ellie’s heart jumped. She never expected you to quip back at her. “I’m just… scared to talk to you.” She shook her head, wanting to appear convincing but it’s just a lie. Yes, Ellie does notice you every time, but she never attempts to talk to you solely because she is too busy with other girls.

“You’re afraid to talk to me?” You asked back, finding her reason ridiculous because she’s Ellie Williams. Being afraid of a girl wasn’t in her vocabulary and you knew that. “There are tons of girls who want to befriend you, Williams. You and I weren’t exactly a perfect match.” You smiled at her before you looked in front of the classroom, where Mrs. Garcia was.

Ellie was left dumbfounded.

Did you just reject her?

“It should be fucking easy,” Ellie complained to her friends while walking back and forth. They’re at Dina and Ellie’s shared boarding house after all of their classes have ended.

Dina rolled her eyes, putting on her lip gloss in her bag after she was done using it. “Well, it’s good that you knew how to get rejected for once.” She then made her way to the couch, sitting beside her boyfriend, Jesse, who was lying down sideways while eating popcorn.

“Yeah, and she wasn’t supposed to do that. She was supposed to say yes and let us be friends so I could make my advancements on her like every other girl. But no, she didn’t.” Ellie groaned.

Dina glared at her friend. “Well, first off, not every girl is the same.” 

“No, Dina, I think they are.” She rolled her eyes stubbornly.

“And second, you should stop messing with her, okay? I know Y/n, and she’s a very kind girl. Playing with other’s feelings is cruel.”

Jesse nodded and hummed while putting a mouthful of popcorn in his mouth.

“And lose fifty dollars to Alex and hurt my pride? No way.” Ellie scoffed.

“What if she found that it was all a stupid bet?”

“She won’t, Dina.” 

“How can you be so sure?” Jesse asked with a muffled voice because of the food. Dina smacked him.

“Stop talking while your mouth is full!” 

“No one will tell her, okay? She can’t find out.” Ellie answered with a determined voice.

Dina shook her head at her. “You know what? Go on, do whatever you want because you won’t even listen to me. But don’t forget that I warned you not to continue this.” Dina pointed her finger at Ellie.

“Thank you, Dina. But I think I can handle myself.”  Ellie smirked at her to annoy her friend even more. 

The one place that you’ll find Ellie the most is with different clubs and bars – particularly the ones that are near the university. And the last spot that you’ll meet her is in the library. 

In her defense, what would she do here? She was not fond of reading books, not even the ones that she should use, and she hated the deafening silence in this huge room. Once, Ellie tried to come along with Dina and her friends in a group study and she just got numerous glares from the librarian that was telling her to keep quiet. Ellie never learned a thing, and she’s pretty sure that she just made a new enemy that day. So, Ellie swore not to go in here.

But today was the day that she broke that promise. 

Ellie strides into the huge library while holding a particularly dirty football that was fresh from the practice. She’s still in her sports attire. Her auburn hair was tied in a bun, and some strands of her hair were sticking onto her sweaty forehead and neck. She managed to change her shirt into a plain white one but her shorts were still the same. 

After their football practice, Ellie never got to shower and change completely because she knew that you’d be gone on campus already. So she just drenched herself in her perfume – making sure that you can’t smell even the slightest of her sweat. 

The same librarian Ellie encountered before was in charge of today. She recognized the football captain and made a face of grimace and disapproval at her looks. 

“Your shoes have mud in them.” She pointed out when Ellie passed by her.

In answer, Ellie just put on her charming smile. “Oh, I didn’t even notice.” She said before briskly walking away from her.

It was not hard for Ellie to find you. It was a Tuesday afternoon and most of the students were in their respective classes so the library wasn’t packed. Besides, how could Ellie not notice you when you were walking around the room with one of your mini-dresses?

“Hey,” ElliE came up behind you. And since you were immersed in the book you were holding, you almost jumped up in shock.

“Shit, you scared me.” You said in a hushed voice.

“Woah, you can curse?” Ellie asked, amused.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m not a saint.”

Ellie chuckled at your joke. “That’s shocking.”

You snorted. “Not really. So… what do you want for you to come rushing in here right after your practice?”

Ellie looked at her dirty shorts and muddy shoes. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yup. You were tainting the tiles and Ms. Loren looks like she wants to jab you at your jaw.” You looked behind her, nodding in the librarian’s direction.

“Oh… so that’s what her name is.” Ellie looked at the woman and offered a smile but she just huffed in answer. 

“Can I help you with something?” You asked again, and Ellie turned her attention to you.

“Actually… yes. I was struggling with History classes because I’m not good at memorizing ton shits and Mrs. Garcia’s quizzes were really really hard. And because of the upcoming intramurals, we’re always at the field to practice which is why I missed a quiz at her.” 

“Last meeting?”

“Yup.”

“So that’s why you’re not there.” 

Ellie nodded. “I never got to pass any of her exams, and she said that my grades would go down if I failed another quiz. So… can you tutor me?” Ellie shot you with a pleasing gaze.

You looked at her with a surprised face. “Why me?”

“You're her favorite student, and you’re always the top of the class. Please…?” Ellie gave you a puppy eyes.

You stared at her face, contemplating about everything. You were about to utter a word but there was nothing that left your mouth. 

“I’ll do anything you want. Just… text me if you made up your mind.” Ellie says. She looked at the table in front of her and found a pen. She then gently took your left hand and wrote her number on it. Your heart raced at the first physical contact with her. 

“I’ll be waiting for your text… or call.” Elli winked at you before jogging towards the door, leaving you dumbfounded.

After the class, you decided to meet up with your friends at one of your favorite cafes. Today is the perfect day to get a nice cup of warm coffee since it’s somewhat windy outside. And maybe, the drink can give you something to wake you up from looking at the number at your hand. 

“What’s that?” Abby asked at the digits in your palm, causing you to jump at her voice. Her brow rose when she looked at you. She finished placing the drinks and food on the table, and you immediately got yours and took a sip of it.

“Whose number was that? You can’t stop looking at it ever since we got in here.” Nora pointed out.

You cleared your throat. “Ellie.”

“Williams?” Abby asked curiously. “Didn’t know you two have any contact.”

“Well, I told you all before that she is my seatmate in History class. But, I don’t know, she tried talking to me yesterday.” You shrugged, picking up a piece of the red velvet cake.

“Maybe she’s playing games with you,” Nora said.

“Come on, Ellie probably thinks she’s amazing.” Abby defended.

Nora rolled her eyes, “Abby, Ellie was a notorious playgirl. She wouldn’t talk to y/n just to be friends. And besides, I don’t think that was in her vocabulary.”

“Woah,” You chuckled. “Where does this grudge from her is coming from?” You threw your hands up in the air.

“Oh, so you don’t know how many girls have been crying and fighting each other because of her? Ellie is a heartless person who doesn’t care about someone’s feelings, and everyone is still blinded by it because of how she looks. Y/n, you should be careful because I think you’re her new target.”

“You shouldn’t scare her,” Abby said.

“I’m not. I’m just stating facts.” 

You sighed, heavily while looking at your hand once again. 

Nora has a point, but you still want to give Ellie the benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t do that to you, right?

Right?

You were walking back and forth in your small room while looking at your right palm, and holding your phone on the other. You still have a lot of free time tonight since all of your school works and backlogs were done, so, you were now contemplating whether you should call Ellie or not.

I mean, you completely understood Nora’s complaints about Ellie since the rumors aren’t new about her. Sure, she’s a Casanova, but the thing is, you won’t even dare fall in love with her – let alone be one of her girls. You were just a kind student who wanted to help her classmate in a subject where you excelled. So, what’s wrong with that?

“Ugh.” You grunted while shutting your eyes tightly. You flopped down the bed before you quickly dialed the number.

“Hello?” Ellie’s raspy voice filled your room. You immediately sat down in your bed when she answered. You can hear loud music in the background, and a few people shouting and giggling. You figured out that she’s at a party. A girl asked Ellie where she was going but you couldn’t pinpoint what she answered because it was chaotic. “Who’s this?”

“It’s… Y/n. I- I’m sorry, is this a bad timing?” 

“Oh. Oh! Y/n? Is it actually you?” She asked, voice rising with excitement. 

“Yeah, I called to ask if you want to study tonight but clearly, you had other plans now, so let’s just do it some other time.” 

Ellie managed to scramble outside the house where she was partying even though it was a real struggle. After a long day of practicing, Ellie and her teammates got invited to a house party hosted by someone she couldn’t even remember the name of. Being stressed for a whole week, Ellie wanted to have some little fun for tonight. And besides, she wants to divert her attention in the meantime, rather than looking at her phone stupidly for the rest of the day which Dina pinpointed.

Ellie immediately shook her head at what you said as if you could see her right now. “No, no, it’s fine. I was just actually hanging around there, not drinking or anything.” She lied. 

“Really?” You don’t sound convinced by her answer. “Well, I’ll text you the address of my boarding house if you’d like.”

“Yes. Please. Thank you so much. I’m on my way.” Ellie said quickly before running towards her big bike. She ended the call, put her phone on her jeans, put on her helmet, and started the engine. 

“Where the hell are you going?” Riley shouted from the window.

“To study!” Ellie exclaimed before driving away.

Riley and her teammates looked at each other with a frown and a clueless stare. “Studying?” They all asked themselves in unison.

Because there is no way, Ellie would’ve left a party. 

And in her whole life, Ellie never even studied.

So, why is she leaving a party just to study?

After Ellie said that she was outside your room, you didn’t expect that she’d show up at your windows.

“Oh, my goodness!” You exclaimed in pure shock. “What are you doing in there?” You said before opening up the sliding windows. 

Ellie threw her backpack filled with snacks on the floor before she completely entered. She managed to change her alcohol and cigarette-scented shirt into a decent one just to make herself presentable to you. 

“Your landlady says it’s past curfew so she can’t let me in, so I managed to climb through your windows.” Ellie shrugged. 

“You could fall.”

“But I didn’t, so…” Ellie flashed her charming smile before scanning your room.

It is warm and cozy. It is filled with plants and different vintage collections. Ellie noticed at least five different lamps open and candles lit to give some light in your room. It is very neat, well well-decorated, and it smells really good. 

“I didn’t know vinyl still existed.” Ellie pointed out the small drawer of yours filled with different types of vinyl. Ellie walked to it and saw a vintage turntable. “This still works?” She asked.

“Oh, yes, it’s not quite as popular as it was before, but it still works.” You grabbed one and put it on the player to show her. Ellie’s brows rose and her mouth formed into a small ‘o’ when the music started filling the air.

“Guns and Roses. Classic.” She said when she heard the familiar sound.

You looked at her with a smile on your face. “You know that band?”

“Yeah, Joel - uhh, my guardian, he used to play their songs every single day to the point that he even wanted to try to learn it on the guitar.” She smiled and turned to you. 

“You know how to play guitar, too?” 

“Oh, a little.” Ellie chuckled. “I never really had any practice, unless it’s in a summer break.” 

“That’s nice.” You nodded thoughtfully.

“You really like collecting such antique things, huh?” Ellie picked up a small bunny ceramic.

“It’s like a small hobby I’d like to do from time to time. It’s really fun going to different antique or thrift stores trying to find something you’d like. And besides, I really like older things because of their intricate designs and very pretty artworks.” You explained. “Look, all of those artworks on my wall are all thrifted, even its frames.” You pointed.

Throughout the night, you two did study. You helped Ellie with understanding all the topics that she was struggling. You were surprised with how quickly she can memorize everything, leading you down to the conclusion that Ellie is smart, she’s just lazy. 

The two of you would take breaks in between as Ellie insisted because she can’t focus if they’re going to study for hours with no breaks. You obliged. Ellie then would ask you different things about your room, asking what you’d like the most in it, and you would explain and show her those things. Ellie asked you more about yourself, wanting to get some information while at it as her mind starts plotting what you love, and where she can take you out for a date.

You were talking about the things you love, and there was that spark in your eyes that Ellie couldn’t look away from. You were so immersed in telling her something, and Ellie got lost by looking at your face.

Time passed and the two of you didn’t seem to notice. It’s like the two of you are in your bubble that no one could even interrupt. Not even the storm, or the loud buzzing of Ellie’s phone because of her friends asking where she went. Tonight, it’s just you and her. 

“I’m nervous about the quiz,” Ellie says as the two of you are walking through the hallways. 

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You looked at her and gave a warm smile.

“I don’t know what’s with that subject, but I always fail every quiz in that class. It’s like someone has put a curse on me or something.”

“Mrs. Garcia is a great teacher, but yes, I do get that her voice is so calm which is why many students are too sleepy to pay attention to her.”

Ellie chuckled. “Yeah, the only thing that I can see in her class was her boobs whenever she bows down to get something on her bag on the floor. It’s fucking distracting.”

You laughed, harder than Ellie thought you would’ve, making her look at you with an amused smile. “Fuck yeah. I thought I wasn’t the only one who noticed.”

Ellie stared at you for a moment, she started questioning Alex in her mind saying that you are straight and making her think that there isn’t even the slightest bit in your body that is gay. Your reaction to what she said makes her think about your sexuality, Ellie wants to ask, but she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries. 

Ellie shook her head, wanting to keep her thoughts at bay. Instead, she changed the topic. “We have a football practice at 3:00 PM and I was wondering if you want to watch it…?” She looked at you with a sheepish smile.

“Were the girls watching you play weren’t enough?” You joked.

“There aren’t. Wait, you really think that I’m a playgirl?”

“Aren’t you?” You asked back with a small frown on your face. “I don’t think that you’re a playgirl, I know you are. Everyone does. I mean, my friend doesn’t even know why you’re talking to me in the first place.” You shrugged before looking away.

Ellie was staring at you really hard, wanting you to look at her but you wouldn’t, so she sighed dejectedly. She stopped in her tracks and held your arms to also make you stop. 

“How can I prove my sincerity to you?” 

You bit your lips as your hands gripped the strap of your bag tightly. You shrugged, avoiding her gaze. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Ellie. We’re not friends or anything more.”

“What if I want you to be?” 

Your gaze fell on hers with a shocked look on your face. “What?”

“I want to be your friend, Y/n.”

You stared at her for a moment, weighing your feelings. You were used to people coming up to you and asking to be their friend. After all, everyone finds you nice and adorable. You loved friendly interactions, and never once have been doubting someone’s intentions. However, there is a huge factor when Ellie is the one who’s doing it — yes, Nora is right. Her lifestyle is much different than yours, and Ellie Williams’ reputation is not quite good. Everything about you two wouldn’t even intersect, and this is all new. Everything about here seems… artificial.

But then again, you took a look in her face, and gosh… how can you resist that? 

So, you slowly nodded. Mumbling a small ‘fine’ under your breath is something that almost made Ellie want to jump in joy.

It’s playtime.

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ℬℯ𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓁

request: THIS IS A WILLIAM REQ I HAVE i saw the movie and fell in love w him (ive been for like years but Matthew made me even more in love🥹) i was wondering if you could do a william x reader where the reader is in her like 20s and shes Mikes childhood friend, but she of betrays him cause she is with William. she had a pretty rough childhood n stuff so she has heavy attatchment issues (and she would like do ANYTHING for Will) @elluvzjamie

Warnings: Readers just as messed up, they’re like insane, cute insane couple stuff ig..?

“You’re dating… my job counselor?” He asked you one day.

“Who’s your job counselor?”

“Steve. Raglan..?”

“Oh…. I didn’t know he was your job counselor.”

“I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.” He was shocked, the age difference was odd to him.

“Yeah. He is. We’ve been together for like a few months.”

“He put a picture of you on his desk and I asked him about it.”

You smiled at that “He did?”

“If your happy.” He shrugged, leaving it at that. He didn’t mind, you were his friend, you’d stayed with him through everything. Even through the awkward middle school years.

The conversation didn’t come up much, because he respected you, of course. He still found it odd. But he kept it to himself.

You found out about his secret early on, he was scared he would have to kill you after you did but you didn’t mind it. And that made him fall impossibly harder for you.

———

“Will-“

“Relax. It’s the perfect plan. Besides, when have I ever been wrong?” He grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him.

“But.. he’s been my friend since like… forever.” You were hesitant.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, will-“

“Do you trust me?”

“..Yes.”

“Then please, just go through with it. I promise, when we’re done we can go on that vacation you always talk about.”

You smiled slightly at the mention.

“Okay.” You said softly and quietly, looking up at him with eyes full of love and naiveness. He smiled down at you, leaning down and kissing your lips.

—————-

“M..ike..? What happened?” You mumbled, he was breathing heavily as he grabbed you, helping you up.

“They attacked you. Come on, Abby’s in danger.”

He was running quickly, he pulled out a taser on chica, shooting her with it. You stood beside Mike as Abby and him talked.

You all ran across the halls, Mike limped and was suddenly attacked by Carl.

“Abby, go!” You shouted, trying to go “help” Mike. You pulled Carl off, throwing the cupcake across the floor.

“Fuck, Mike. Are you okay?” You asked, as you got on your knees beside the man.

“I’m fine.” He panted out, holding his leg in pain.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine. We- we gotta go help Abby.” He said. You helped him up and he slung his arm around your shoulder as he limped around.

You both looked around to find her, instead, a giant golden bunny walked towards you both. You cracked a small smile, standing there as he stumbled back.

William growled, and Mike tried to tase him, but it was no use.

Mike looked at you as you stood back and watched as the bunny threw him across the floor.

“You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you?” Mike crawled across the floor. You followed Williams steps. “Lucky me. First I killed your brother, then I got your friend to betray you, now I kill you.”

Betray him? He looked at you, who was standing next to the bunny, unharmed.

“Symmetry, my friend.”

“Go to hell.” His eyes were full of hurt.

William laughed, kicking him, and knocking him unconscious.

“Wake up children. I have something for you to play with. This is gonna be so much fun.” He stood in front of Mike. “Little ones tell me you have a sister.” He pulled out a knife. “She will love it here. You, however, are finished. Farewell, Micheal Schmidt.”

“That’s enough!” Vanessa said.

Vanessa. She was interesting. She didn’t like you, that much was for sure. She thought you were far too young for him, but you don’t care.

“Drop the knife.”

“A little old for temper tantrums aren’t we, Vanessa?” William said.

“I’m not kidding, dad.”

he took off his mask, looking at her with disappointment.

“You may have forgotten your loyalties, but I assure you they have not!” He pointed the knife at the animatronics.

Abby ran towards Mike, you glanced back at them. Abby looked up at you.

“Y/n. Why-“ she started, but not finishing her sentence. You looked down at them in slight pity.

“You did great. Now, let us just finish this.” He looked down at you now, the smallest amount of praise making you beam.

“Now, put that thing away. And help us clean up the mess that you created!”

He said, talking about her gun. He walked towards her slowly, and you stayed behind.

“Come on. We both know you’re not gonna use…” she shot him, he groaned and was taken aback. The animatronics looked at her in anger. You looked in shock, but you knew he would handle it.

William yelled, and threw her gun onto the floor.

“You had one job. One. Keep him in the dark, and kill him if he got too close.”

“That’s two jobs.”

He choked her, pinning her against a machine. You looked back at Abby, and quickly put a knife to her throat.

“Y/n!” She yelled, she stood still, scared for her life. Her drawing fell onto the floor.

“Abby, Abby, Abby. I tried to leave you alone. I really didn’t want to do this.” You sighed, shaking your head to yourself.

“Y/n, you don’t have to-whatever he’s telling you-“ she tried desperately, sobbing and clawing at your arm.

“I love him. And I’ll do anything for him. Even if that includes betraying you and your brother.”

William smiled at the sight, how cute, he thought. His daughter was now unconscious on the floor. But that didn’t matter when he could start a new life with you, who would do anything for him.

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Was It Over? // Jake Seresin

-> Chapter Four: [Parental Guidance]

Summary: Jakes Mother simply cannot understand what he saw in you, your mother simply cannot comprehend why you left Jake.

Warnings: Sick!reader. Breast cancer diagnosis. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Angst, hospital & medical inaccuracies. SLOW BURN ROMANCE/ Inaccurate medical information. Relationship turmoil. Overbearing mothers.

Word Count: 4:1k

Author Note: Mothers…Especially boy mothers can just be the worst when they’re in LOVE with their sons.

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November 1st 

Bradley Bradshaw never thought he would be the person Jake Seresin called when he was in a situation and needed help, but here he was. Sitting in his Bronco outside the house of a woman he didn't know in the early hours of the morning watching Jake stumble down the small overgrown cobblestone path. The Halloween costume Rooster had seen Jake in early that night was long forgotten as the fighter pilot wore nothing but a pair of boxer briefs with his wallet and keys in the palms of his hands. 

Immediately as soon as Jake sat in the passenger's seat of Bradleys pride and joy, he could smell the liquor trying to expel itself from Jake pores. 

“You smell like a distillery and we have a HOP at 8am.” There was a very evident disdain for Jake's current state in Roosters' tone, Jake wasn’t drunk enough to miss that. “Why are you calling me in the middle of the night to pick you up anyway? What did you do this time to warrant getting kicked out?” Jake didn't respond right away as he kept his eyes staring blankly out the window, the two had only just recently been given new orders to remain in North Island permanently. But when he did speak up, Bradley's heart ached. 

“I accidentally said my wifes name while uh–yeah.” Jake didn't think he needed to explicitly tell his wingman that, during one of the first and what Jake would consider the last one night stand he’d engaged in during your separation, he’d called out your name. “Vanessa didn't really like that.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” Bradley agreed as he drove down the street. “That's rough dude.” Bradley knew of yours and Jake's separation, Jake had told him one night at the Hard Deck after he’d asked how the family was. The two hadn’t always been on good terms but Rooster liked to think you and him were close enough to send Christmas cards to. When Jake had told him you’d left? Bradley didn’t reach out—he assumed it was for the best all things considered. 

“Yeah—but you know what’s rougher?” Jake sighed as he let his head fall back against the headrest. 

“What’s that?” 

“Knowing your wife won’t ever believe you’ll change.” Bradley knew without even looking at Jake that between the mix of alcohol and his desire to win you back that the naval aviator sitting with slumped shoulders beside him was holding back tears. “And proving her right by sleeping with some badge bunny who looked an awful lot like her.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Your home had never been so quiet with all three of your children gone. You stood in the foyer of the entryway just looking around at the mess that had been left behind. Forgotten toys yet to be put away, discarded shoes, dirty plates and cups. Pine needles that fallen from the faux Christmas tree that was essentially hanging on by its last thread. The reminisce of three young children that were allowed to be children inside the safety of their own home. 

As you wiped away the tears that you had let fall freely down from your puffy eyes, you made an effort to tidy up the house you’d be leaving in only a few short hours to leave for the hospital stay you had planned. Tiny shoes with no feet to fill, toys left unattended over the holidays simply to be replaced by newer shiner ones. 

Between now and new years while Jake had the kids in Texas your treatment plan would increase tenfold. You were scheduled for aggressive rounds of IV chemotherapy that you knew you’d have to stay in hospital for to go through, your body was barely tolerating the oral medication as it was. You were scheduled for a double mastectomy in your time at the hospital which would hopefully stop any cancerous cells from spreading to more lymph nodes and areas of your body that remained untouched. Did you have high hopes? Not particularly. But you were ready and willing to do just about anything the oncologist assigned to your particular case had recommended. 

It was going to be a rough stint, but hopefully by the time Jake returned with your children, you’d still be able to mask your diagnosis. How you were going to explain the symptoms like hair loss and suddenly having no breast tissue to Jake was something you had yet to come up with. 

But ‘New year, New me’ was looking like the best possible explanation. Maybe the new look would get him off your case a little when it came to working on your marital issues. 

As you put things back in their rightful places and tidy up, you felt your phone ringing in your back pocket. The call ID immediately made you want to cry even more than you already had been. 

“Hi mum—“ You cooed softly as you stood alone in your empty home. “I uh, I just got home.” 

“How was Jake?” Your mother asked as she drove over to yours, you could hear the difference in her voice because of the shitty ass bluetooth system she barely knew how to work properly. “Did the kids kick up a fuss?” 

“Jake was–” You would never be able to find the right words to describe your husband, well, ex-husband. “Jake was Jake mum you know how we are right now.” Your mother knew about your diagnosis. She had been the one who urged you to see a doctor after you told her you had found a rather large lump on your left breast. “And no, actually the kids were super excited to go with their dad for the holidays, I think they still don't really understand that I'm not gonna be there at all, maybe they just think I won't be there for a day or two, but uh–yeah, they were good.” 

“And how are you feeling?” It was surprisingly a rather hard question to answer as you sat down on the lounge. For the longest time you had always put your family first, made sure all their needs were met before your own. From your kids to your husband they always came first, but now? Now you had to focus on your health and put yourself first if you had any chance of getting through the next few weeks. 

“I threw up this morning–” It was your way of saying you werent travelling well at all. “After I slept with Jake–” You knew your mum would be shocked at your admission, so you closed your eyes and braced for it. The scolding, the “never sleep with an ex speech” But it never came. All that came was a sigh you couldn't tell was laced in disappointment or approval. 

“You need that man in your life darling, he's a good man, the two of you just need to work on your differences.” Your mother had always had a soft spot for Jake Seresin, for a few weeks after your initial breakup he stayed in her spare room. Jake loved your mother like his own and you knew that if you ever gave her a moment on the soap box, your mum would scream it to whoever would listen just how much you and Jake were made for one another. 

Which in your opinion was a little shitty. Jake had his own mum. You needed yours. 

“I know he's a good man mum, that's why I married him to begin with.” You sighed heavily as you laid on the lounge to ward off the dizzy spell that was threatening to throw you off balance. “But I haven't been his priority in a hell of a long time, and I owe it to myself to not go back to being a married single mother.” 

“Okay okay, well–” You knew your mum was only trying to help but it felt like the two of you had this very same conversation every time you spoke, it was like deja vu. “He won't wait around forever darling.” That fact you also knew, according to Jake himself her name was Violet or Vivian or Vanessa. Something that started with a V. Either way you knew very well that Jake wouldn’t wait around for you to take him back on his hands and knees begging. 

But at the end of the day you weren’t sure if you even wanted him to wait for you. Of course you loved Jake, with your whole heart. But right now nothing made sense to you, you were dying after all. 

“Trust me,” You rolled your eyes thinking about how Vanessa or Vicky or Veronica looked. If she looked anything like you or maybe completely different. If she had blue eyes you'd surmise that he probilby date her. “I know he won't, but he's not the priority right now, my health is.” 

“I'll be there in about an hour or two depending on traffic.” For a split second you wished it might take a little longer. Although you loved your mum dearly and appreciated everything she ever did for you, her favouritism towards your husband made your blood boil. 

“Okay, I might have a bit of a nap while I'm waiting for you, I'm feeling pretty shattered.” No word of a lie was spoken, you were exhausted to say the very least. Finally being alone and not having to be in constant caregiver mode for three young children truly had your body calling it quits. You needed sleep and so much of it. 

“I'll see you soon alright?” You mum spoke through the bluetooth that crackled and broke with the failing reception, but you heard her just barely. 

“Alright, bye mum.” You paused hesitantly as you let your eyes close “I love you.” It had been a while since you told anyone you loved them besides your kids, and for a second you wished it was Jake on the other end of the line. You did love him, probably more now than you ever had. Everything was just so messy, it wasn't fair. None of this was fair. 

“Bye Darling.” Your mum replied. “I love you too.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“My babies!!” Janeen Seresin was in Jake's opinion, one of those women who never should have had kids, let alone four of them. Jake was the youngest of four Seresin children and the only boy. His father, Rodney, was a hard task master who no matter what Jake accomplished in his career or personal life, never seemed to be proud of the man he had become. 

“Hi Ma.” There was a pretty simple explanation for that, Jake never took a beating without getting a few punches in himself. He wasn't the kind of guy who you could beat into submission even as a teen. “Merry Christmas.” 

“Jacob oh my boy it's so good to see you.” Janeen took her youngest child in her arms in the threshold of the Sersein estate. Lavish gardens surrounded the old exposed red brick home that had been in the Seresin family for generations. Jake knew when his parents died it wasn't going to him, but to his eldest sister Julies. “Come in come in! You guys must be so tired after your flight.” 

Jake, despite being a fighter pilot who had flown some of the most suicidal missions, was a nervous flyer when he wasn’t in total control. Commercial flying wasn't something he typically enjoyed. It made him anxious at the best of times and whenever he added his children to the mix he was sure that the way his heart pounded inside his chest during takeoff was early signs of an underlying genetic heart condition he probably inherited from his father. 

“The kids are definitely a little tired, I think Sam's ears haven't really pooped either.” Jake cooed as he and his kids entered the house Jake grew up in, the overly eccentric, far too big, the annoyingly in your face house he knew you always hated. It always seemed to exemplify the two worlds you and Jake grew up in as children. 

“Grandma!” Lucy interrupted. “Mum said that Santa will know exactly where we are if we put out cookies and milk for him and carrots for his reindeer like we do at home.” Janeen chuckled at her granddaughter as Jake placed Sam on the ground to walk off with his brother to explore the mansion style home that was far bigger than the one they were used to. 

“Your mother would still have you doing those silly little things wouldn't she?” Jake bit his tongue as he watched his mother soothe a hand over his daughter's head. “Of course we can put out cookies and milk, but if I get ants you better be ready to clean them up little miss.” Lucy simply smiled and nodded in response, the dig had gone right over her six year old head. 

“God Ma you'd think you never had kids of your own before.” Jake argued in an attempt to remind his mum that his kids were only young. The magic of Christmas was important to you and him. “I'm sure Santa won't leave cookie crumbs all over the house.”  

“Santa isn't who I’m worried about making a mess–” Janeen tried to say the loud things quiet while around Jake's children, but the intent in her words was still as loud and as obnoxious as ever. “How is your mother Lulu? I’m sorry she won’t be joining us for Christmas and new years.” 

“She’s been sick the past few weeks.” Jake frowned at his mothers smile, she left little to the imagination about her opinion of you. “But she’s better now.” Jake wasn't so sure of the statement his daughter made, the way you were only on your knees this morning throwing up into the toilet bowl made him frown in response. Jake had this gut feeling he couldn’t get rid of it no matter how hard he tried not to think about it. Was something wrong with you? Like, more than just a long winded flu? Who even gets the flu for three weeks these days? 

“Oh I’m sure she is dear, right before her big trip away hey?” Ever since you and Jake separated, Janeen Seresin had been pushing for Jake to file for divorce and full custody. No one got to leave her perfect angel boy. In her eyes Jake could do no wrong, he was her angel, her precious baby boy that no woman could ever be good enough for. 

“Yeah! She’s going to the snow with a bunch of her friends Grandma.” Lucy replied, she didn’t understand her grandmother’s resentments just yet. That or it went right over the little girl's head, either way Jake was thankful for her innocence. 

“Oh I know your dads told me all about your mothers grand plans.” Janeen rolled her eyes pretty heavily at the idea you were off whoring yourself out on a ski trip out of the country while her son was tasked with looking after the three children you had with him. 

“Ma, drop it will you?” Jake urged. “She’s allowed to go away for the holidays, she’s pretty much had the kids all year.”

“And why is that?” Janeen retaliated as little Lucy walked off to find her brothers. Jake followed his mother into the dining room where festive decorations dressed the dining table. Perfectly set and prepared. A stark contrast to your old chipped four seater dining table that had soggy cheerios spilled on the top just this morning. Jake much preferred the cheerio-covered table to his mothers perfectly decorated one. 

Fuck, Jake thought to himself the more he looked around. His kids were about to mess this place up. He knew deep down that would bring you a little solace. You knew Janeen was sour on you. The idea of the kids making her life just a little more chaotic would normally make you chuckle.

“Because I live and work in North Island now, I don’t have the proper work schedule to take three kids on by myself.” That was the appropriate and only answer, but Jake knew his mother saw it differently. “I don't have to means to look after them myself–Y/n does, we both agreed on that when he split.” 

“She’s keeping those kids away from you sweetheart.” Jake couldn’t have rolled his eyes harder if he tried, he’d been home for all of what? five minutes and already his mum was disrespecting you. “You don’t see those kids nearly as much as you should and it’s her—“

“Don’t you think that’s more on me then it is on her?” Jake argued back. “Come on ma you know exactly why we separated, I wasn’t putting in what she was giving and it damn near killed her. The last thing she needs is a custody battle.” 

“What you ever saw in that woman I’ll never understand sweetheart.” Janeen cooed as she reached up to touch her son's cheek. “I always knew she was never good enough for my baby boy.” 

Jake wanted to argue, he really did, but it was Christmas and his entire family would soon be filling the Seresin estate. So Jake pressed his lips together and leaned in to press a kiss to the top of his mothers head. He didn’t want to ruin yet another family holiday. He didn’t want to be dubbed the family disappointment because of his separation. Although he knew that's exactly what he was. 

He just wanted to be loved. And at this point Jake was gonna take that love whenever the hell he could get it from. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~**

“Y/n–” At first you didn't respond, but as your mother shook you as you slept on the lounge and called your name a few more times, you finally woke up. “Y/n, babe jesus have you been asleep since we got off the phone.?” It took you a moment to come back into your body as you wiped the dry drool that had leaked from your mouth onto your cheek. The discombobulation was clearly evident to your mother as she stepped back a little to give you some space. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” You mumbled as you sat up. “I'm just really–” The all too familiar feeling of bile rising came hard and came quickly. “Oh god mum, get me a bucket!” The look of panic written in the tired lines on your face was enough for your mum to realise what was going on. 

“Oh shit hang on.” Your mother hurried into the laundry nearby and searched high and low for something you could use, but you decided soon thereafter that it was quicker if you booked it into the kitchen and puke right into the kitchen sink. “Y/n! Oh god are you alright darling?” 

For a single mother of two children, yourself and your older brother Carson, your mother did alright for the hand she was dealt. On the younger side, your mother always seemed a little ‘Childish’ in her nature and mannerisms. But she was your mum and you wouldn’t change her for anything. 

“I'm fine–I just–” You couldn't keep anything down to save your life right now, so when your body wanted to expel any form of bile it was just stomach acid and remnants of whatever you had most recently eaten. Your mother did her best to comfort you as you coughed and splatted your gagged in the kitchen sink for dear life, she could tell your body was weaker than it ever had been just from the way you trembled under her touch. 

It broke her heart to see you like this, so sick and fragile. You did well to hide it though, for what it was worth she thought you looked relatively healthy still. But it was still early on in your journey. 

“I'm so scared mum.” You cried out through gags as you stayed bent over the sink coughing and crying. This wasn’t fair, you had a family to think of, kids to watch grow, a husband to hopefully fall in love with all over again. How could whatever god was up there do this to you? Why did this happen? Why you? What had you done so wrong to deserve this untimely fate?

“It's okay I've got you baby.” Your mother cooed as she rubbed circles into your back with her open palm. “Im here, I’ve got you now, let's get you ready to go up to the hospital hey, you wanna take a shower or?” 

“Let me just brush my teeth–” You sighed as you spat into the sink to clear your throat. “I should ring Jake, make sure they got in safe.” 

“I'm sure they’re just fine, he’d call if there was a problem, let's just focus on you for once.” You didn't want to feel like you were neglecting your children but you already felt like you were. They were your entire world, putting yourself first just wasn't in your nature. But as you thought about calling, thought about just sending a text, you looked at your phone to see a missed call from Jake about twenty minutes prior and a few text to follow. 

:Lover: “Kids and I are here safe, ma’s on her fuck the ex campain already and dads nowhere to be seen.” 

:Lover: “Hope you're enjoying your kid free afternoon, safe flight tonight, text me when you get into Calgary.” 

You couldn't help but to smile as you pocketed your phone, you'd call Jake later once you were settled into your hospital room. Right now you just needed to finish packing, brush your teeth and get over to the hospital for your admission time. 

“He loves you so much.” Your mother reminded you as she followed you up to your room to help you finish packing. 

“I know he does.” You really weren't in the mood to be discussing the state of your marriage right now. “He deserves better, someone not riddled with cancer cells.” 

“Is that why you won't even consider the idea of getting back together?” Your mother was nearly flawed when you silently nodded in return. “Y/n, don't you dare–” Again, you didn't want to talk about it. Between Jake's mother not being your number one stan and your mother playing devil's advocate what seemed to be twenty four seven, you were just over everyone having an opinion. 

“Mum! He didn't care about me enough when I was healthy and happy and his wife! What makes you think he’ll care now that I’m literally dying!” You shouted as you threw a pair of extra soaks into your luggage bag. “It's not fair, none of this is, but I left him well before I got sick and me getting sick doesn't change the reason I left.” 

Your mother didn’t respond, all she did was stare at you worryingly from across your bedroom room in silence. It looked as if she was trying to figure something out, read your face, understand what was going on. Then, after a few short moments of silence she spoke. 

“Your father and I went through something very similar before he died.” Your parents had been divorced for three years before your dad died in an awfully unexpected car accident. It shattered your mum, you knew it did. “We never did get to a point where we could resolve our differences.” She explained softly as she walked over to help you pack the last few items. You let her help you fold some T-shirts, Jake's old T-shirts, as she spoke. “This past year watching you and Jake go around in circles about how much you both still love each other and how desperately he's willing to change in order to keep you is so infuriating because you, my baby girl, have already decided you're not worth loving because you’re unfortunately going through something I can't even begin to comprehend.” 

“He couldn't love me before mum.” You simply sighed in defeat, god it was like you were going around and around on a ferris wheel. “What makes you think this changes anything?” 

“That man has never stopped loving you Y/n, he just got a little lost, we all do.” 

“If you had a chance would you take dad back?” It was a question you'd never asked before purely because you were afraid the answer would be no. now? As you tried to navigate the best thing to do for yourself, you desperately hoped the answer would be yes. Perhaps then you wouldn't feel so torn about hating to love Jake Seresin and his ability to captivate your entire being. 

“Without a shadow of a doubt my dear.” You’d never seen your mother have to hold back tears so hard before in your life. She was watching her only daughter go through a battle she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy as well as trying to help you through your separation. Although sometimes unwarranted and unsolicited, she was still your mother. 

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~**

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[goosefruit]

underneath the christmas tree

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: smut, sub!reader, praise kink, vanessa eats it from the back, fingering, sex toy/vibrator use

a/n: im sorry if this is ass ive had terrible writer's block for like the past two weeks help

Pressing down on the last piece of tape, you let out a little ‘aha!’ as you adjusted the material around your body. You took a long look in the mirror, admiring the result of your work.

Nothing except two pieces of wrapping paper covered your top and bottom halves, patterns of snowflakes on a red background. Of course, you made sure to cut away enough paper to show off your cleavage. A dainty pink bow was glued on the makeshift ‘bra’ to top it all off. 

Everything was held together messily by cheap tape, but that didn’t really matter; the outfit was made to be torn apart anyways. 

You looked like a real present. 

For the past forty-five minutes, you had been working on this bizarre scheme that you had thought to be so hilarious. Vanessa was taking one of her hour-long showers, giving you a perfect period of time to take advantage of. 

You heard the shower turn off and quickly rushed to take your place beneath the Christmas tree. 

Though there were still a couple of days to go until Christmas Day, presents were already stacked in neat piles around the base of the tree. At least a quarter of them were from Vanessa to you, who loved to spoil you with her cop money. 

Vanessa stepped out of the washroom in her bathrobe, damp hair draped across her shoulders.

“Woah! Did Santa come early this year?” A playful grin took over her face as she caught sight of you on your knees under the tree. 

“This exactly what you wished for?” You asked her sweetly, feigning innocence despite being half-naked. 

“Mhm,” she leaned down to kiss you. Fresh out of the shower, you could smell a combination of her shampoo, body wash, and lotion. You moaned softly against her lips and pulled her down so that she was on the ground with you. 

Her hands began to wander on your body, nails lightly scratching your bare back. With that, you felt her tongue enter your mouth, and you knew that she was getting impatient for more. 

“Unwrap me,” your voice was barely a whisper. 

In one effortless motion, Vanessa ripped your top in half, letting it fall to the floor. She did not waste a second before cupping your breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them. You sucked on the tip of her tongue to let her know how much you were enjoying it. 

Without breaking the kiss, she scooped you up in her arms and carried you to the rug in front of the fireplace. Here, you didn’t have to worry about knocking anything over. 

Her mouth eventually found itself on your breast, licking a stripe up your cleavage. Squeals and whines spewed out of you as she sucked hickeys into your soft skin. 

“So pretty, my love,” Her breath tickled against your collarbone. “Such perfect tits, and you wrapped them up so well for me.”

Fuck, her praises made you so wet. 

“You sound so adorable too. All I want to do is make you whine and moan all day, touching those beautiful tits however you want me to. Think you can be louder for me?”

You nodded swiftly, meeting her lustful eyes.

“Good girl.”

An embarrassingly loud moan slipped out between your lips. 

“Now, let’s see what else we got here.” She slipped her fingers under the remaining wrapping paper and pulled it off your hips, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it god knows where.

Your pussy practically gleamed in the light, folds slick with arousal. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips up in a desperate need for any kind of friction. 

Vanessa gasped with mock-astonishment. “How did you know that this was at the top of my wishlist?” 

You gave her a light slap on the arm for her sarcasm. 

Now, you were in a position where you laid on your back with her on top of you. Her fingers brushed over the top of your pussy. Your sore, needy pussy. 

“I can’t believe this pretty cunt is all mine. Did me playing with your tits get you this wet?” Her hands wrapped around the back of your calves and placed your legs over her shoulders. You shivered as her damp hair stuck to your sensitive inner thighs. 

“Vanessa, touch me please,” you needed to feel her tongue before you passed out from arousal.

“Oh look sweetie, your pussy’s getting wetter, all for me! It’s practically gushing out of you, my needy girl,” she pressed kisses down your thighs, neglecting the part where you needed her most. “I wanna get a taste of that sweet nectar.”

“Just p-please, I need you. Please, please, please, Vanessa.” 

“However, I do have a better idea. On all fours for me, sweetheart.”

You groaned at your pleasure being delayed for even a second longer, but obliged as you had no other choice. Vanessa went behind you, firmly gripping both of your thighs. “What a perfect view,” she sighed lovingly. Before you had time to process, she buried her face in your soaked heat, nails digging into your skin. She pulled you closer to her by the legs, and you yelped as you felt her tongue on your clit after that agonizing wait. 

“Y-yes baby! Fuck— just like that.” You screamed at the top of your lungs. If losing your voice was what it took for her to keep going, you were gladly ready to make the sacrifice.

Vanessa slipped two fingers inside of you, then adding a third when she decided that you were turned on enough to easily take all three. She curled them rhythmically, alternating with strokes of her tongue against your throbbing clit. It was almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm was building up, but every move your girlfriend made brought you closer to the inevitable.

“Just like that, feels so good. God it feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You wailed, squeezing your eyes shut. You prayed with all your might that Vanessa was feeling generous enough to let you cum straight away tonight. 

“What a good girl. You taste amazing, I can’t get enough.” She grabbed at your ass, leaving a red imprint. “Cum when you’re ready, m’kay my dear? ‘M not going to be mean tonight, you’ve been such a good girl.”

The “thank you” that you meant to say was lost amongst a long string of moans and profanities as you finally reached your climax. Thrusting your core onto her tongue, arousal gushed out into her mouth and all over her fingers. You didn’t know how long it was until your legs stopped shaking.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you,” Vanessa scooped you up in her arms and held you against her chest, which was rising up and down quickly as she, too, tried to catch her breath.

After a brief moment, she set you down to grab something from the tree.

“Since I got to open an early present today, I thought it would only be fair for you to open one of your own too.” 

She handed you a box, wrapped with blue paper and white ribbon. 

You almost choked when you saw what was inside.

A light pink G-spot vibrator——it seemed rather expensive too, with various different settings built in. 

Vanessa helped you take it out of its packaging, knowing your hands were still shaky from your orgasm. As you examined the toy, she untied her robe and threw it aside, leaving you with a breathtaking view of her naked body. 

“Allow me to give you a demo.”

Taking the toy, she pressed herself against you irresistibly. Her nipples were hard and erect, toned abs flexing as she rolled her hips onto you. The stickiness on her lips tasted of your pleasure.

She lined the silicone up with your entrance, pushing half of it in before turning on the vibrations. You moaned as it found your sweet spot, throwing your head back in ecstasy. 

“Feels good, hmm?” Vanessa hummed, slowly rocking the toy up and down inside of you. “Got some pretty friggin’ great reviews online. Maybe you could leave your own after.” 

Her ability to talk so casually while fucking you never failed to turn you on. Your stomach flipped nonstop, a knot tightening in your core. 

She turned the vibrator up a setting and positioned the handle along her slit.

The noises she let out as she ground her clit against the silicone were sinful, moans and whimpers laced with pure lust. She kept a hand on the toy, now drawing small circles on your g-spot. 

“You gonna cum, baby? Is my princess gonna cum?” Her breathing was harsh and ragged as she began to seek her own high. 

“Ye— turn it up another s-setting, please!” 

She did what you asked, and was rewarded by a huge spurt of squirt splattering all over her thighs. You cried out her name hoarsely as you came, limbs spasming like crazy. 

“You’re so fucking hot, good fucking girl. Squirting all over me like that, gonna make me cum, holy shit.” 

Another roll of her hips, and Vanessa finished with a silent scream. 

It was a rare sight, seeing her lose control like that—back arching, eyebrows knitted, eyes rolling back, and mouth wide open. You loved it.

When she was stable enough to stand, she got up to retrieve her bathrobe and covered the two of you with it. The fireplace softly crackled in the background, radiating heat. 

You laid with your eyes closed as she spooned you from behind, feeling so warm, so loved, and so very grateful.

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[starysky1289]

Vanessa X Reader. Boba date

Note: if you feel like you have seen this before, you have. In my original account u wrote Boba date, I wanted to rewrite it here <3

The Holiday music buzzed around you, you sat in a small booth, scrolling through your phone as you waited for Vanessa. She had promised you a few days prior that you two could meet up at the local Boba Shop on her lunch break.

You looked out through the front windows, looking for any sign of that old cop car your girlfriend was assigned, and refused to give up. You always teased her about it, calling it her second girlfriend.

A few moments, you saw the black and white car pull in, you quickly got up to meet her at the door. Vanessa was still wearing her Police uniform, she must of raced here after clocking out for lunch.

“ Y/N! There’s my girl. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long “

Vanessa purred, kissing you gently, letting you take her by the hand and walk her into the line of other people.

“ no, you didn’t! I missed you, I was so excited all day! “

“ I’ve missed you too. Hey, this one’s on me. You get whatever size, drink, and snack you want, ok? “

You smiled, squeezing Vanessa hand as you nodded. Vanessa was like one of those scary pitbulls in her uniform. Everyone in the shop was glancing up at her, a little worried she’d break her soft character and arrest some random person.

But that wasn’t your Vanessa. Your Vanessa spoiled you on dates, and wouldn’t do any work business unless absolutely necessary. You both finally made your way up to the Cashier, they cleared there throat before taking to you.

“ welcome to bubble boba, what can i get you two? “

Vanessa nudged you gently to order first.

“ I’ll have a large Fruit Punch Slush, with mango popping boba, and Blueberry muffin! “

“ I’ll get a Milk tea, extra tapioca beads please, and…I’ll do a peppermint chip muffin. “

The Cashier punched your orders into there screen, looking back up at you.

“ that’ll be 18.67, swipe here when your ready “

Vanessa quickly swiped her card through the slot, before sticking it back into her belt. The Cashier handed her the order receipt, and you both stood over to the side.

“ anything interesting happen at work yet? “

You playfully asked, Vanessa ran her fingers through your hair, laughing softly.

“ nope. Ives been handing out speeding tickets. I did see a deer earlier though, and nice big Buck, I’ll send you the picture later. “

You grinned again, as your order number was called. You both went up and grabbed your drinks and muffins.

“ let’s go eat in my shop. Just be careful, chief gets on our ass if we leave crumbs. “

“ I’ll be careful Nessa! “

You both headed out of the shop, you sat shotgun in the squad car, you were always amazed by how many buttons the car had. Vanessa would always talk about how each one worked.

“ hey, I get home late today, if you wanna start watching Love Island you can, just don’t spoil it when we watch it together, ok? “

“ it’s ok, I’ve got my own show I’m into, I know you wouldn’t like it, it’s about silly magic stuff “

Vanessa smiled, rustling your hair with her fingers. You both began to eat and drink your stuff, chatting the hour away. Vanessa tells you about the work place drama, and you tell her how you watched the neighborhood kids ride bikes for the first time, up and down the street while you cleaned.

At the hours end, You both got of of the car, you pulled Vanessa into a tight hug, gripping her waist.

“ I’ll miss you. “

“ I’ll be home in the morning sweet heart. “

“ but still…what if I just came with you and you kept me in the back! “

Vanessa only chuckled, leaning down and kissing you gently, pushing your hair behind your ears.

“ the chief would be mad, than he would make me lock you up, and you’d cry, and I’d feel bad. “

“ true. Promise you’ll text me when you can!! “

“ I will. I love you sweetheart. “

“ I love you more nessy!! “

You kissed her again, before letting her go. You both got into your respective cars, blowing playful kisses at eachother before pulling off. You were already planning the next Lunch date in your head.

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[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Hi!! Could you please do Vanessa Ives x fem reader with some angst?? 💗💗

A Little bit Broken- Vanessa Ives

A/N: Hey, I hope this is close enough to what you wanted, there wasn’t much to go off of aside from the angst so I took some creative liberties.

Warning(s): Alluding to smut.

I hadn’t wanted to believe that Vanessa had fallen so quickly and irreversibly into despair but when the proofs staring right back at you, there’s not much of an argument you can muster to try and convince yourself otherwise.

I’d tried to leave her be, to give her time and space. Even though my heart and mind kept fighting against my decision, I loved her and I would do anything for her even if it meant leaving her for some time.

Yet when I’d received a private letter from Mr Lyles and he’d told me of the state of Vanessa, I couldn’t believe, I didn’t want to believe it but deep I knew what the letter contained was true and it had broken me leaving me in tears.

I’d only received the letter an hour ago in the late evening, it was now terribly late and dark but I couldn’t wait until the morning to see her and to hold and make sure she was safe.

I had to force my way through the back door the kitchen, it had been stuck and the handle would barely move. At the time I couldn’t tell whether the door had been locked or whether it had some how sealed itself shut in the two weeks that I’d left Vanessa to herself.

Now I stood bare the stairwell, I’d just walked through the living room that had letters and papers scattered across floor and dust had seemed to be as common in the as oxygen.

Looking at the hallway and the grand stairs, things didn’t look anymore promising. The floor no longer held a clean sheen of polish or its dark mahogany colour, instead it was almost black with some sort of dirt and dust, everything seemed to be in a desperate need of care.

But that was all beside the point, I wasn’t hear to worry about the state of the house or it’s decor, my mine and only concern was the woman that I knew would be hiding upstairs in her room, hiding herself away from the world.

It took me a minute to gather the strength I knew I would need to be able to face her. What had become in the weeks I’d left her alone, had she been eating? Drinking? Sleeping? I knew I wasn’t going to get the answers to any of those questions, until I braved the stairs upwards.

And so I did, lifting the skirts of my dress I took one step at a time, not to certain of the security of the stairs, considering the state of the rest of the house, I knew it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.

Once I’d made it to the top of the stairs I began to walk down the darkened hallway that I’d mesmerised by heart, my final destination being the last room at the end of it.

At first I walked at a somewhat cautious and silent pace, not wanting to alarm the ravenette I knew was here.

“Vanessa!” I called out to the silence of the corridor, a few seconds past and no reply came but then I heard a loud bang and then crash and sound of shattered glass penetrated my senses and I didn’t even have to think twice before break out into a sprint to her room.

It didn’t even take me ten seconds to reach the end of the corridor and into Vanessa room, to where I heard the shattered glass. My eyes darted quickly around the room and then they landed on their target.

She was there, disheveled but alive and suddenly a wave of relief washed over me, and as my face broke out into a wide smile and my eyes began to water with tears, I took a step forward to run to her and embrace her.

But then I stopped myself, my eyes quickly caught the glimpse of shattered glass that was lying on the floor next to the writing desk Vanessa was sat at.

I might have scared her when I called and she must have accidentally knocked the gas lamp off her desk and it must have smashed upon impact.

“Vanessa I…” I began to say but then I stopped myself when she looked at me, her eyes locking with mine and their usual bright blue that always seemed as if they were sapphires, were now a dull version of what they once were, clouded and glassed over and I almost struggled to read her expression.

“What are you doing here?” She’d spoken to me but her voice was almost lifeless, almost bleak sounding and my heart broke at not only the tone of her voice but also the question she’d asked me.

It was so blatant and sharp, did she not want me here? Had I don’t something wrong? My mind began to reel with all these questions and suddenly an anger I didn’t know I had began to let itself loose.

“What am I doing here? What do you mean what am I doing here? I’m here for you!” I started to shout, I didn’t want and I’m not sure where it came from but suddenly I was angry and upset all at once.

“I didn’t ask you to be here,” she responded back, her voice colder than before, louder and almost steel like.

She continued to stare at me, only now she was getting up from her seat at her writing desk. She wasn’t wearing an awful lot, just a simple black, almost sleeveless dress. And then some of questions began to be answered.

I could quickly see she hadn’t been eating properly, she hadn’t been starving herself, from what I can see but she’d certainly lost some weight. Her face was a little more hollowed and her hair didn’t seem to have been brushed in several days and suddenly that anger I had was stunning into a rage but it was a caring rage.

“You didn’t have to, I got a letter of Lyles and ran out of my home as quickly as I could.” I began to explain the bite was still in my voice. “I was hoping what he said wasn’t true, that you weren’t letting your self perish in a hellhole, it seems my hope was stupid.”

I stood closer to her, now only a foot or two away. There were so many things I wanted to do, I wanted to scream and shout her for what she’d done to herself, I wanted to take her downstairs and make her eat a proper meal but then I wanted to pour her an nice bath and sit with her and wash her hair and just take of her.

“What did you expect!” She shouted and screamed at me and suddenly I wanted to jump out of my skin and walk away. I’d never heard her about like this before and it scared me, more so than the demons and witches that had plagued us for so long.

“Everyone’s gone, Ethan’s off to the American gallows, Malcolm’s burying his dead children and you were tortured and almost killed and it’s all my fault!” She screamed again and suddenly tears were falling quickly down her cheeks and she began to shake in her spot standing on the floor.

All of it was true, Ethan had been shipped, Malcolm was burying his dead sun and I had almost died but none of that was Vanessa’s fault. We’d all made our own choices and we new that going into this, she couldn’t and shouldn’t blame herself.

“How is any of it your fault? We all made our choices Van and we chose to stand by you, at least I did, I love you!” She knew I loved and she exactly how much and the. Suddenly the tears became less and her eyes darkened and suddenly she was running towards me.

Her lips crashed upon mine and suddenly I was kissing her back. Her normally soft lips were now harsh and rough and I couldn’t tell whether this was out of passion, anger, lust or a mix of all three.

Then before I could understand it, I had accepted it and soon we were pulling each other free of the clothes that confined us both.

Though as Vanessa was trying to get my corset off, I stopped her movements and looked at her. “Why now?”

“I’ve missed you and I can’t bare the thought of not being near you for a moment longer.” It was a simple answer but it was good enough for me and as such I allowed her to continue unlacing my corset and soon we were spending the rest of the night together entertained in each others bodies, enjoying the intimacy of one another.

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[vivisols]

How many fics do you have planned currently?

OUGH uhhh. it is so unbelievably many lets see...

well, besides the future stares back i have SO MUCH PLANNED AUGH

im planning on writing a claw at the stars vanessa x reader oneshot set after canon, maybe a few more oneshots for claw at the stars too? not sure about the other oneshots, though the vanessa oneshot is happening 100% for sure!

then i have my latest and greatest idea that im currently brainrotting over, aka the z to a y/n fic! i actually came up with 21 titles for it and i still dont have just one picked out... might do a few oneshots for that fic too

theres also rust in the rain, which i... haven't touched in awhile....

honestly ive got about 5 fics PROPERLY planned out, though theres an untold number of ideas just floating around in my mind and waiting for their chance to unleash their brain rot so make of that what you will LMAO

#vivispeaks #someone free me from writing LMAOOO im SO FERAL #ask

[notmanagingmymischief]

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"I've always found them quite unnerving."

Twice this month Vanessa had sat outside that old cathedral, staring it down with an icy glare as though she could set it on fire with just her eyes. And both times, she had been approached by a stranger. Her head turns to face said stranger, and who stands before her nearly takes her breath away. Tall, elegant, shapely. A kind face but it has an undertone of someone wronged. It piques Vanessa's curiosity instantly and she says "Pardon?" The woman smiles gently and gestures to the bench which Vanessa sits on, asking "May I?" The older woman nods and she perches down on the edge of the thing, looking back to the church.

"You mentioned something earlier. What was it?" Vanessa finally asks, when it becomes clear the other woman isn't going to speak without prompt. The younger's smile remains, but it holds a hint of melancholy as she turns her head to face Vanessa. "I said they unnerve me, churches. Have since childhood." She pauses, elaborating when Vanessa's head tilts slightly in bewilderment. "Perhaps it's a sort of religious trauma from when I was younger, perhaps not. But since I turned eighteen I haven't set foot in a church unless forced." Vanessa hums, doing her best not to stare at the stranger. She really is quite beautiful, which makes it hard not to do so. But Vanessa is a woman of class, and knows how to hide her slowly growing fascination with the woman behind a mask of indifferent neutrality.

The both of them stay silent for a long moment before Vanessa speaks. "It's been some time since I've gone to church as well. Though I suspect it's simply due to nerves or...a busy schedule." The stranger nods once in understanding, replying "Yes, someone of your status must keep quite busy." Vanessa's head snaps to hers; "I beg your pardon?" But the woman simply smiles again and states "I could tell by your attire. The fine material of your coat, the flare of your skirts. Not to mention your headpiece, all staple factors of an upper-class woman. Simple observation, madam." Vanessa relaxes a tinge, tension falling from her shoulders at the answer. She feared that this woman was...no, of course not.

"Do you have a name, Miss?" Vanessa finally asks, and the other woman nods, saying "Yes, I do." But does not elaborate until Vanessa, exasperated, asks again "May I know what it is, then? Or shall I continue to think of you as the stranger in the park?" It gains a little laugh, and finally "Of course, how silly of me. I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n. Though you may refer to me as simply Y/n if you wish, Miss Ives." Your knowledge of her name once again makes Vanessa tense, sharp eyes watching her carefully. Y/n...a nice name, she thinks, but with a clipped voice inquires "And how might you know who I am?" Not at all bothered by her tone, Y/n states "I've seen you out and about, heard your name passed around the streets. You have quite the reputation, you know, with people such as myself." Without missing a beat, Vanessa asks "What kind of person are you referring to?"

Y/n chuckles, shrugging gracefully but offering no other answer. Seemingly bored, or perhaps satisfied with the state she's put Vanessa in, the girl finally stands and turns to her properly, extending her hand in silence. Automatically, Vanessa places her own in it, the startling warmth Y/n's skin provides despite the cold air sending a slight tremor through her before the younger shakes her hand briskly, though her expression remains kind. Before she disappears, Y/n simply murmurs "It was wonderful making your acquaintance, Vanessa. I hope we meet again someday." And then she's gone, hand removed from Vanessa's and form retreating with quick, light steps until it disappears amongst the crowd, leaving Vanessa bemused but quite intrigued.

"I should hope we do, Y/n."

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[multifandomfix]

Imagine Vanessa Ives teaching you how to waltz.

"The first part to the waltz is posture," Vanessa instructed. She went around behind you and placed a hand on your back until you straightened up. Then, holding your pose, you waited for Vanessa to come around to face you again. She lifted your arms into the proper position and took your hand.

"I'll lead, at least until you start to pick it up," she said and you gave her a nod of understanding. You started off a little shaky, nearly stepping on Vanessa's foot a time or two, but after a couple of minor corrections and listening to Vanessa's instruction again, you began to do better.

When she thought you were ready, she began some music from the phonograph. "Now, just take it slow. This is a dance, not a race," she lightly reminded. You shared a quick smile and you took her words to heart. Slow, you told yourself. This time, Vanessa let you lead. Careful about your feet, you began. It went smoothly and you were only encouraged by Vanessa's proud smile. Soon, it was like you were a natural, not just a beginner any longer. You took her around the room, holding her in your arms and you’d never felt more happy than you did in those moments of dancing with her. You were glad she taught you how.

For anon

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[multimilfs]

Vanessa Ives x Fem!Reader: All Ache Fades, Eventually

Summary: Weddings are hard. Life and love is hard. Sometimes, we all break - but it doesn’t mean you have to feel it alone. 

AO3

A/N: This is just me venting honestly. I don’t know when Vanessa became my comfort character, but here we are!

Warning(s): None

Standing on the edge of the area, you tried to sink away. Tried not to take up too much space or stand out too boldly. Your dress was of the same style and color as everyone else's, but your nerves told you that you were too noticeable in the crowd.

You gave pleasant smiles as you made your way back to your table. The large, empty table. It brought a new wave of tears to your eyes as the music began a-new; filling the room with a piece so joyful it made you ache.

A couple passed in front of you, the man giving you a nod. You tried to offer a smile. But the look of joy in his partner’s eyes as she gazed to him made you feel ill. You gave him a stiff nod instead.

Reaching the table, you knocked back the glass of champagne, uncaring how it looked to anyone around the room. You couldn’t help but wish it burned more.

“Y/N.” A soft voice came from behind you.

You turned, feeling your heart stop in your chest as Vanessa stood there. She looked stunning - practically ethereal.

“Vanessa.” You breathed out, the ache from earlier fading slightly upon seeing her.

“Ethan told me you have yet to reach the dancing,” She said openly, cutting through any small-talk, “It’d be wrong of me to let you leave without having at least one.”

The ache returned tenfold as she held out a hand. An ungloved hand. The thought of being so close to someone and touching them made your skin itch uncomfortably, but you couldn’t help but want it more than anything.

“Oh, that’s alright. You don’t need to do that.” You tried to brush it off, offering a shaky smile.

“Nonsense. This composition is far too beautiful to waste.”

Her hand remained where it had been. Outstretched and waiting, waiting for your hand to join it. There was little room for you to work your way out of this. Once Vanessa got something in her mind, she seldom let it go.

Wordlessly, you placed your hand in her’s. The contact of your skin made your hand tingle. You’d become used to the soft chill of gloves.

Upon reaching the edge of the dancing area, Vanessa slid a lithe arm around your waist. Your bodies moving closer, a breath the only thing between you. You avoided her eyes as you began to move.

The heat of her hand through your dress felt like an anchor. Holding your attention while holding you near to her. Even that light touch felt overwhelming. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d ever been in such close proximity to someone. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched you.

It took every atom in you to keep from abruptly pulling away. You didn’t want to move from her hold. You loved the feeling. But it was like consuming a litre of water after being bled dry of it - far too much. It made you feel mildly ill to have anyone so close. What if she saw the flaws? What if she felt the way you trembled?

With the last note of the piece, you pulled away with less grace than you’d hoped for.

“Thank you for the dance. If you’ll excuse me.” You rushed out. Without waiting for a response, you turned to flee.

Vanessa stood, stunned, in the middle of the dance floor. Had she done something wrong? It hadn’t been her intention to push too much, to ask for more than you were willing to give.

After standing in place for longer than appropriate, she smoothed down her skirts and followed you. She found herself out on a tepid balcony overlooking the city. The moon sparkled full in the sky. It would have been more beautiful, if it wasn’t dancing in the tears moving down your cheeks.

“It wasn’t my intention to overstep.” Vanessa said, announcing herself.

You straightened your back, wiping away the tears quickly. No matter how deeply you were hurting, it’d take a lot to let yourself break in front of someone.

“It isn’t you. It’s just… weddings.”

“You don’t like them.” She guessed.

“No, actually I love them, but they bring heavy thoughts,” You sighed, “They remind me of things I’d rather ignore.”

“Avoidance tends to create larger devastation later.”

“Yes, but it spares me the pain now.”

You heard her let out a little laugh. It distracted you, if only for a moment.

“You’re very good at hiding yourself away,” Vanessa mused, “Too good. You looked happy for them.”

“I am - in my own way. I’m just mourning something of my own.” You said.

“That’s quite a contradiction. You push the pain away for later and yet, you still let some part of yourself mourn.”

“What are humans, if not complex beings?”

“You have me there.”

You looked at one another, the moonlight illuminating the slight smirk there on both of your faces. Loud cheering from inside of the building snapped you away from it. All of it.

“I don’t want to keep you from the party,” You murmured, “No need to miss it. Not for me.”

“I’m content here.”

Silence reigned over the moment. You couldn’t tell if it was charged with anything, or if you were making things up in your mind. Either way, your thoughts were interrupted by a young couple stumbling out of the building below your balcony.

They were hand in hand, whispering something you couldn’t make out. The young woman threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. You watched as her partner just watched, eyes lit with fondness, before pulling her into a kiss. You looked away quickly.

“Why do you do that?” Vanessa whispered from beside you.

“What do you mean?”

“You look away when anyone expresses affection for one another.” She pointed out.

Oh. That.

“It’s easier that way.” You offered.

“Easier?”

“Yes, easier,” You said, becoming defensive in the face of being so vulnerable, “Easier than hurting. Of seeing them have such happiness and wondering…”

You stopped for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

“Of wondering...if this is what I’m meant for - a life of giving my best wishes on everyone else’s happiness while I ache for a scrap of my own,” You choked out, “I am so alone, Vanessa. And they all have something. They drown in gentle touches while I fiend over brushing fingers with a stranger like some frenzied harlot.”

Vanessa’s eyes held a sadness as she looked at you. She’d known you weren’t a two-dimensional person, that of course you’d felt pain too, but she didn’t know that you’d hidden so much of it.

“I try to convince myself that I’m content with it - this loneliness. Of living a life without knowing the feeling of being loved. But I’m not. I ache for it so bad I worry it will rip me apart... and I can’t admit that because nobody wants to hear about my misery when they’re so happy.”

“Y/N…” Vanessa started, only for you to shake your head.

“Don’t. Please.”

You turned from her, attempting to collect your thoughts as you looked back out over the London skyline. Little lights twinkled back from manor windows as your mind raced.

The thought of sharing more of your thoughts - sharing more of yourself made you wildly uncomfortable. But you’d already come this far, opened that locked door just enough. It wasn’t going to close until everything had escaped.

“I don’t want pity or anything of that manner,” You said finally, “I hate the thought of people walking around me as if I’m broken or in-capable. I’m not. I… I just wish that people would understand I feel too. That I...”

“That you want someone to understand your weaknesses without treating you as weak.” Vanessa finished.

“Yes.”

“That you long for the same love they do. And though it hurts to see them have what you don’t, it gives you hope that you will.”

“Yes.”

Vanessa’s hand on your shoulder should have startled you. You hadn’t expected it. But it only made you feel calm - safe. You’d never been skilled at articulating your thoughts. Certainly not to someone else.

She was different. Where they’d stutter for some kind of excuse, a way to make you feel better, she helped you find the words. Helped you express yourself. She let the emotion hang in the night air without the heavy guilt that typically followed.

“Your emotions, your wants, are not unreasonable.” She said softly, squeezing your shoulder.

“It’s not easy to find what I want.”

“I know,” She said softly, “but it’s worth searching. You are deserving of it.”

She punctuated the statement with a lingering kiss to your temple. Eyes slipping closed, you let yourself sink into it. Relish in the moment.

The fear would still linger in the morning. You knew better than anyone that loneliness was a hard demon to slay. But knowing Vanessa was there - that she understood, made all the difference in the world to you. Emotions became a little more bearable.

You’d deal with it all later. It could wait. For now it was just you, Vanessa, and the London skyline.

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[bonniebird]

Requested by Anon

Halloween 2020 Masterlist

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Halloween with Vanessa Ives:

You had seen Vanessa at one of the masked parties you’d attended.

There was a large feast and dancing, the last attraction of the night was Vanessa herself.

The tricks and card readings she did scared you, but for fear of losing face you tried to look unfazed.

She had seemed drawn to you and questioned why you were there, when you clearly weren’t interested in her gifts.

You explained that you friends thought it an exciting phenomenon that should be experienced because no other generation would once she passed.

Vanessa thought the notion so funny she laughed hard enough for people to start staring.

You decided to start writing to her about the strange things that you’d seen in your family's home.

She would give you assurances and sometimes send little vials with instructions on how to consume them.

Soon you stopped seeing things flicker around at the corner of your view and hearing gentle voices whispering for you.

On halloween you feared that everything you’d seen but hadn’t really believed would come back to you.

You wrote to Vanessa saying you were running away.

She found you at the edge of a graveyard and decided that you should take a walk through it, to assure you there weren’t any spirits.

She let you take her carriage home and stayed with you until morning.

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