#vi is like ABSOLUTELY NOT I WILL NOT LET ANYTHING ELSE HAPPEN TO YOU

[somekindofpoet]

La Petite Mort - Vouloir, C'est Pouvoir

Summary: R deals with RJ, Lorraine gets jealous

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language, tiniest little bit of blood and physical violence

A/N: Turns out jet lag is cool because you can wake up at 4AM and start writing again. The headcanons from yesterday helped me break through the writers block, thank you guys!! Let me know what you guys want to see next!

LPM Part I LPM Part II LPM Part III LPM Part IV LPM Part VI

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.

The words rattle around in your skull, bouncing haphazardly in the blank space. For a brief, blissful moment, nothing else exists but you and Lorraine. She’s there, right in front of you, in your arms. Her big doe eyes pleading with you, don’t go.

Like many perfect things, your flawless moment is brief and shattered by reality. The hum in your ears begins to fade as voices are raised around you. Your tunnel vision widens, expanding the scope past Lorraine’s freckled nose. Everything seems to be happening in a vacuum, sluggish and unreal. You feel like you’re just an observer of the universe, not meant to interact with its characters.  

You look at RJ over the top of Lorraine’s head, his expression furious. You grant him that; you’d be angry if you were him too. The van door behind him is open, the film crew all watching with bated breath, wide smiles on Maxine and Bobby-Lynne’s faces. Maxine shoots you an enthusiastic double thumbs up, making you huff out a laugh despite the situation. 

Lorraine wraps her fingers into the hem of your shirt, pulling herself tightly to you, completely disregarding everyone else. You know you’re not going to leave with her wrapped around you, and she does too. RJ shakes his head, his mouth open in silent shock. He throws his hands up, his expression pained. 

“What are you doing, Raine?” He asks, pacing, “What is going on right now?”

You don’t speak, only observe. Lorraine squeezes her eyes shut, bracing herself against your chest. She’s not ready to deal with him, but she needs to be. You rub her back, trying to comfort her. RJ continues to pace. 

“You owe me an explanation, Lorraine! You owe me!” 

You disagree with his approach; his tone is far too harsh. But you do agree with what he says. She does owe him an explanation. You crane your neck to see her face against your shirt, dip your head down to whisper to her.

“He’s not wrong. It’s the decent thing to do.”

She nods, her cheek rubbing against your sternum. The interaction sends RJ from confused irritation to absolute outrage. 

“Two years, Lorraine! Two years and this is what I get in return? You’re running behind my back, sneaking around and with her?”

That gets her attention; yours already snapped onto him. His face is red, sweat beading on his forehead, his hands shaking. If ever this man can be dangerous, you know it’s right now. There is very little more unstable than an embarrassed man. You eye him warily, unsure of his next move. 

Lorraine turns to him, her gaze lowered to his feet, her back only inches from you. She wrings her fingers, and you can’t see it, but you know her lip is being chewed to high hell. 

“I…I don’t know how…to explain-“ she starts, “it just happened, and then you came back, and I had a lot to figure out- “

“A lot to figure out?!” He shouts over her, advancing on her but stopping a few feet short, “How is there anything to figure out? You’re supposed to be a sweet girl Lorraine. That’s what I loved about you. But you’re not a sweet girl, are you? You’re just…you’re just a whore!”

His words make you tremble with anger. You understand his plight, can have empathy for the man. But you would not stand for him insulting her. You take a step forward, silently setting a boundary. His lip curls at you, his eyes wild. 

“I’m not…I’m not a whore,” Lorraine says, her voice soft and shaking, “I love her.”

RJ looks like he’s had the wind knocked right out of him. His breath comes out in a whoosh as her words snap into the morning air. The audience in the van is dead quiet, jaws dropped open. 

“I-I love you, Rainey. I do. It’s you and me.” He says, reaching out to her, his tone changing completely.

She steps back and leans into you shaking her head, “What’s my favorite flavor of ice cream, RJ?” 

Everyone is shaken, Lorraine is standing up to him. Your chest swells with pride, watching her go from cowering to straightening her spine. Her frantic eyes more sure now, watching him. You brush your fingers against her wrist, reassuring her that you’re there. 

RJ shakes his head, “What-what kind of question is that?”

Lorraine tilts her head, “An easy one, I think, for someone who’s in love with me.”

Her expression is pained; she takes no pleasure in this. When RJ answers her with “Chocolate chip,” she closes her eyes and nods. 

“It’s strawberry,” you say from behind her and snap your jaw shut. You hadn’t meant to interject, but it was an unconscious reaction. 

You take note of the fact that RJ’s entire body goes rigid. His fists curl at his sides, his jaw flexing. You know he’s going to do something stupid in his desperation. He takes a step toward Lorraine, and you feel yourself winding up, every muscle tense and ready to spring into action. 

Wayne climbs out of the van and circles around, his hands out in front of him. He wants to diffuse the situation, but you can see in the way RJ’s lip twitches that it hasn’t worked. The moment is a ticking bomb, every second passing by filled with nervous tension. Your heartbeat is slow, steady. Your eyes trained on RJ, tracking his every movement. 

Lorraine steps toward him, her brows furrowed, her worry for him growing. He calms slightly, the muscle in his jaw relaxing and his fists unclenching. His eyes grow wide, his mouth downturned. He looks like a child, you think. It almost makes you feel bad for him. Almost. 

“It’s time for you to go, RJ. I’m sorry it turned out this way.” Lorraine says softly, reaching her hand out to comfort him.

His fingers wrap around her bicep, and the wild look in his eyes is back. He pulls her into his body, her hands pressing against his chest. She struggles back, but his arms around her keep her pinned there. The whole thing lasts less than a second. 

Before RJ can even speak to justify himself, your knuckles are connecting with his cheekbone. A satisfying crunch pops around the bones in your hand, his glasses fly off his face. Lorraine stumbles backward, free of his grasp, as he crumbles to the ground. His shoulder hits the dirt, and his hands fly up to his face, crying out and inspecting the damage. His nose is bleeding, and a red and purple bruise is already forming above his cheek. 

“Woah, now!” Wayne cries out as you step over RJ.

He takes a step toward you but is halted by your look. The girls in the van twitter like birds at the commotion, but neither of them protests. Jackson sits quietly, waiting to see the outcome. You’re not sure where Lorraine is, somewhere behind you. 

You grab the collar of RJ’s shirt and pull him up to your face. With your free hand, you dust his shoulders off, and you give him an apologetic half-smile. You’re not sorry for punching him. You’re not sorry for what you’ve done with Lorraine. But you are sorry that someone has to be hurt in this situation. 

“You don’t love her, man.” You say, your voice low, your faces inches from each other. 

RJ deflates, his weight hanging in your hand, “I…I…” he sighs, squinting at you, “I wanted to.” 

You see Maxine move out of the van and approach you from the side, RJ’s collar still secure in your grip. She squats down and hands over his glasses, which you take and wipe on your shirt. You let go of him, but you remain in his space, Maxine hovering just outside of it. You place the glasses back on his face. 

“She deserves to be loved, not just wanted,” you say, searching his face for a reaction.

Maxine whistles, low and long, “Now there’s some cowboy wisdom. I see why she loves you, handsome. You’re a regular Casanova, ain’t ya?”

RJ turns to look at Maxine, still shell-shocked. You stand and reach your hand down for him to grasp. He hesitates but takes the offer, and you pull him to his feet. His nose gushes with blood, making you wince.

“You’re gonna want somethin for that,” you say, gesturing at the blood geyser on his face. 

Bobby-Lynne sidles up to him, a tampon in her hands. She fusses over him, shoving the cotton up his nose while he whines. She pulls him back toward the van, he follows with unsure backward steps, shaking his head. His eyes lock on to something over your shoulder, and you know it must be Lorraine. You turn to watch her, surprised to find the stubborn set in her jaw, her arms crossed over her chest, her brown eyes cold. 

You had only seen that look on her face twice in your lifetime. Once when Mr. Day had to put down a sick cow, Lorraine absolutely insisted she be there. Her father had denied her, and the next day she was in the barn, arms crossed and refusing to leave the cow’s side. The second time you were teenagers, and you were slowly drifting apart. Your parent's divorce sent you down a path of alcohol, drugs, and sex at a young age. Lorraine climbed into your bedroom window one night and would not leave until you explained to her why you were pushing her away. She never left your side, and you never pushed her away again.

And now, as she watches her boyfriend… ex-boyfriend get pulled into the van, she wears that same look. You turn back to the van, watch as the crew piles in. Maxine rolls down her window and winks at you. 

As Wayne puts it in gear and begins to roll away, she leans out and yells, “You treat her right, church mouse! Or I’ll come back for her!” She blows a kiss and laughs as the car kicks up dust and rolls down the driveway. 

You put your hands on your hips and laugh, shaking your head. When you turn back to Lorraine, her eyes are narrowed at you.

“What?” You yelp, your smile washing away from your face.

“That’s not funny,” she growls.

You smirk, “I mean, it’s a little funny, Rai-“

Your words are swallowed whole, Lorraine’s lips crashing into yours, her teeth knocking against yours in her haste. She pulls you back and leans against the trailer with her hands wrapped in the front of your shirt. She's possessive, her mouth hot against your lips, her hands pulling at you. You fall into her, let her expend her pent-up anxiety with soft sighs through her nose.

When she calms, you push back, creating enough space to look down at her. There is worry in her eyes, set in the lines between her brows.

“You’re not leavin',” she whispers, her hands still tight on your shirt.

You wrap your fingers around hers, “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

The relief that washes over her is intense, her grip loosening and her shoulders dropping. She leans her head back against the metal wall of the trailer and exhales, her hands shaking. You feel your tension wash away; all you want to do is comfort her in that moment. 

You kiss her cheek, lean back and smile softly, “Go back a bag.”

She frowns again, “A bag?”

You nod, “I’m already packed up. Let’s get away for a bit. Somewhere we can talk and sort this out.”

She blinks slowly at you, mulling it over, then nods. You step back, and she releases her hold on your shirt, her eyes searching your face.

“If you leave while I’m in the house, so help me-“

You laugh, “I’m not gonna leave you here, Rainey. I’ll get Pearl and load her up. Go pack a bag.” 

——

The drive to Big Bend National Park is probably further than necessary, but 8 hours in the truck with Lorraine seems like the sensible thing to do. Your heart sings at the sight of her in your passenger seat, your bags in the truck bed, horses in the trailer. It feels like living out a dream. 

You glance over at her, absorbing as much of the vision as you can. Her feet up on the dashboard, wind whipping in her hair, the radio softly playing your favorite Queen song. You turn your eyes back to the road, tapping at the steering wheel, watching the desert and tumbleweeds roll by.

Around hour four, Lorraine gets restless. She fiddles with the radio, hand surfs the wind out her window, runs her hand up your thigh. 

“Let’s stop in Sonora, I’m tired of bein in the truck. And the horses need to get out.” 

You glance over at her, apprehensive, “They don’t need to get out, and you know it. We’re halfway there; we can set up camp by midnight.”

She shakes her head, “It’s late, I want to sleep in a bed.”

You chew your lip, torn between wanting to give her what she wants and pushing on until you get where you’re going. 

“Hotels round here ain’t exactly welcoming to two women in one room Raine.”

She shrugs, “We’ll get two rooms then.”

You sigh, rub your eyes. The setting sun is making you sleepy, and it has been a long day. You relent with no further pushing from Lorraine. You pull off the highway exit into the small town, and find the closest motel. 

The parking lot is nearly empty, a broken down Honda on cinder blocks rests near the front office, and a handful of trucks are parked outside sporadically spaced. You pull in sideways, taking up several empty parking stalls. 

“Stay here, I’ll get our rooms,” you grumble, and Lorraine nods sleepily.

The reception desk is vacant when you stroll inside, the dark wood walls and pictures of buffalo making the space feel long abandoned. The only sign of life is the quiet tinkling of a radio playing an old country song. You slap the bell on the counter and wait for a response. A few minutes go by, and none comes, so you hit it again.

You can hear shuffling from a back room, a smoky cough, and then a short old woman titters up to the desk, her hair and makeup bearing a striking resemblance to Dolly Parton. She clears her throat and stares at you, not speaking. 

You blink at her, waiting for her to speak, but she continues to stare. 

“Howdy,” you say, unsure, “You got two rooms available?”

She narrows her eyes at you, and speaks in a growling smoker's voice, “You dealin drugs?”

You jerk back, surprised, “Uh, no, ma’am. My friend and I are on a trip to Big Bend.”

She cranes her neck to see out the window, eyeing your trailer, “No cartel business at my hotel.”

You put your hands up, “No, ma’am I’m not involved in that. Just a ranch hand, takin a break is all.”

Her expression softens as she accepts your answer. She slides two keys over to you and takes your money. 

“Check out is 9 AM. No smoking in the room.”

You eye the burning cigarette in an ashtray behind her and raise your eyebrow at her. Not wanting to push your luck, you nod and sweep the keys off the counter. You tip your hat and back out the door.

Lorraine is asleep in the passenger seat when you round the truck. You open the door and rouse her gently, unlock her bedroom door, and guide her to bed. With her safely tucked in, you leave the keys on her bedside table and head back out to lock the horse trailer. 

When you finally settle into your bed, the exhaustion of the day presses into you. The water stains on the ceiling and the faint smell of cigarette smoke don’t deter you from crashing into a deep sleep.

——

Maxine’s laughter fills your mind, her high-pitched voice wrapping around your throat and suffocating you. RJ begins to laugh and then cries somewhere in the distance. The Days pass through your line of sight, waltzing over the dirt, kicking up dust in their wake. CB snorts and stomps next to you. Everything moves in a choppy, jumpy way. People appear and dissolve in your vision, and then Lorraine snaps into view. Everything else fades away, and suddenly you’re sitting on the hay bales in the barn, she’s in your lap, and she’s kissing your neck. Your heart races, and a jolt of electricity shoots through you. You’re not surprised to find yourself in your underwear and then suddenly naked. 

It occurs to you that you’re dreaming, but the thought is fleeting. Lorraine slides down your body and settles herself between your legs, her hands on your knees. Your chest heaving, your eyes wide, you run your fingers through her thick hair. When her mouth finds your center, you gasp.

You shoot up in your bed, the water stain above your head swimming into view. Your sleep-heavy brain takes a minute to register the hands on your hips and the lips pressing into your leg. The chain on your door is locked; nothing makes sense. You feel a tongue press between your legs, and you gasp again, throwing the blankets back. 

You blink hard, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them, disbelief flooding you. Lorraine fucking Day, snuck into your room, slid under your blankets, stripped you down, and woke you up with her mouth doing unholy things to your body. You push her hair away from her face, sighing at the feeling of her tongue on you. 

Your voice is breathy, low, “Baby, what-“

She sucks your clit between her lips and pushes her hand against your stomach. You drop back into the pillow, deciding to just let the moment be what it is. You’ll gather your senses later. Right now, you’re enjoying what she’s doing to you. Briefly, you wonder how she’s so good at this. You let the thought slip through your mind like sugar in a sieve. 

Her hand slides up your ribs, her thumb caressing your skin as she squeezes your side. Quiet, indulgent moans leave your throat as she runs her tongue through you, building you up. She hums into you, and it sends you into overdrive. Your hips tilt up gently, seeking more contact with her mouth. She continues, consistent and steady, sucking and licking until you’re rocked by your orgasm. Your body shudders under her, your legs squeezing her head. You fall limp around her, and she presses a last kiss to the inside of your knee. 

She crawls up your body, and you can see now she’s bare, naked as the day she came. She sits on your hips, hot against your skin, and leans down to kiss you languidly. Your hands run over her cheeks and back into her hair, anchoring you to her while you come down. She leans back, smiling down at you, and your heart skips a beat.

“Wha-what was that?” You ask, shivering under her.

She tucks her hair behind her ear, her skin illuminated by the strips of silver moonlight creeping in through the blinds, “A reminder.”

You frown, your hands reaching out to hold her hips, “A reminder of what?”

She leans over you, her voice gravelly, “Not to make jokes about running off with Maxine.”

You would laugh if this possessive side of her didn’t turn you on so much. The glint in her eyes makes you feel like you’re made of pure gold, something to be hoarded and guarded aggressively. It’s foreign on her, and it’s delicious. So delicious, you’re practically drooling at the thought of her taste. 

You pull her down into a kiss, running your tongue over her lips, your hands abandoning their post in her hair and making their way to her thighs. You want her in every way possible, all at once. You want to consume her, absorb her into yourself, and carry her around with you everywhere. 

You settle for slipping two fingers inside of her wet heat, your tongue in her mouth, her chest pressing into yours. It’s the closest you can get to becoming one with her, entangled as far as you can go. She sits up, holding her weight in her legs, and grinds into your fingers, one hand on your chest, the other on her own leg. She doesn’t give you room to move, instead taking what she wants from you, rolling her hips and biting her lip. 

You reach up with your free hand and pull her lip from her teeth, running your thumb over it. You don’t think your pupils could expand more than they do when takes your thumb in her mouth, rolls her tongue, and sucks on it, all while riding your other hand. It’s enough to send you into another orgasm. 

She releases your thumb with a pop and watches as you shiver under her. Her mouth slightly open, she begins to pant. Your hand goes straight to her nipple, you roll it between your fingers, and that’s what it takes for her. She moans your name out and drops over you, holding herself up with shaking arms. You lift your head and lick at her throat, your eyes rolling back at the vibration when she groans. She tightens around you, gripping your fingers until she cums around them and collapses. 

When you pull your hand away, your fingers sticky on her ribs, she’s back to herself. She curls around you, leaves soft kisses on your collarbone and under your jaw. She shivers, presses her face into your neck, and sighs. 

“I have half a mind to make you jealous more often if that’s the treatment I’m gonna get,” your voice breaks the silence, a soft chuckle escaping from your chest.

She pinches your side and sits up on her elbow.

“Ouch!” You yelp, trying to squirm away from her.

“That’s not funny,” she says, looking down at you, her hair falling over her shoulder. 

You shrug, grinning, “I mean, it’s a little funny.”

She tilts her head, “You make me jealous on purpose, and I’ll just hold out on you next time.”

You gasp, “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

You know, without a doubt she is serious. Not wanting to push your luck, you pull her down and kiss her softly, your thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. She pulls back to lay her head under your chin, her breathing even and slow across your skin. Suddenly you’re grateful for dingy motels and Lorraine’s knack for breaking and entering.

#lpm #lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #jenna ortega x reader

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 2,220

Warnings | +18, Taehyung gives bad advice, Jungkook obsessed and manipulative, the protagonist increasingly confused with herself

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Have fun with this sixth chapter, let me know what do you think! 🥰

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Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

For several days Y/N could not sit properly, to her shame she had the constant need for help from Jungkook, which each time led her to clam up. The boy applied ointment to her every night to heal her wounds, which, shortly after that abrupt sexual intercourse of theirs, had appeared even more painful than the spanking itself, Jungkook avoided externalizing his happiness every time he touched her, encircling her soft buttocks in his hands gently, because on the other hand he saw the girl's detachment and felt guilty. Y/N could not forget the pain of that punishment, just as she could not forget the sticky feeling of his cum on her face, as well as in her mouth, had been shocking and regrettable. But what really humbled the girl deep down was the fact that she had felt constant pleasure in every action of his, even the most vulgar and obscene. The moments before her orgasm replayed in her head, she had longed for it, unable to think of anything else, and god-sometimes even dreamed of it. What was happening to her? It was not normal to react like this, he was her captor and he had punished her, like some kind of rude child, she burned at reliving each moment, this forced her to distance herself even more from the young man.

On the other hand, Jungkook watched her pacing around the house like a soul in pain, and wondered if he had been right to punish her in that way. He saw the distance that, if possible, had increased since that night.

He did not feel good about her in that condition; he wanted to make it up to her, but he did not know how. He swallowed, coming to the conclusion that they had to talk somehow.

He headed to her room with that thought, knocking gently on her door.

He did not like the fact that they were still sleeping apart, but on that Y/N had been adamant. "Y/N? Can we talk for a moment?" he asked, hoping to hear her voice.

Unfortunately, the girl decided to play the silent game once again, Jungkook inhaled, "Y/N, I'm coming in," he warned her, before throwing the door wide open and crossing the threshold of the room. He aimed his gaze at the bed, there where a small bundle was pretending to sleep under the covers. He walked toward that spot, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I shouldn't have treated you that way," he said, regretfully. Yeah, he should never have treated her that way, but between his anger and lust, he had understood nothing more, hadn't masturbated since that time in the old Y/N house, having her that way had sent his self-control to the dogs. "I was angry, and you very indisposed ... I think it was a mix of everything," he whispered, embarrassed, "And you were so beautiful that ... fuck, you really don't know what you do to me," he chuckled unenthusiastically, the girl opened her eyes slightly, remaining well buried. "I'd like to apologize, promising that I won't let anger make me lose my mind anymore, not with you."

Y/N felt a strange grip around her heart; she knew what it was and gritted her teeth. She could not let herself be swayed by the part that still loved him, despite everything he had done to her. She was an incurable romantic in love with her professor, her psychopathic professor who had kidnapped her and declared eternal love for her. He was sick and she could not give in, even though her body, heart, and part of her mind convinced her that he really only wanted her good. She felt a caress on her shoulder; it was a light, quick touch, like the beating of a tiny hummingbird's wings. She said nothing and Jungkook did not dare to add anything else, just left the room in complete and heavy silence. He had failed again.

From then on things were strange, when she got up she would already find breakfast, lunch and dinner still steaming on the table, but no sign of the man. It was strange to eat alone, she was no longer used to solitude, by then it had become the norm to have another human being around the house, ready to look after her at all times. So, unknowingly she began to look for him whenever she could, around the apartment. And always with disappointment, she found that Jungkook was not there. Feeling damn lonely, she began to curse the boy. Hadn't he been the one to tell her that he would never leave her? That he was there for her? Sure, he would not leave her to starve, but Y/N felt hungry for more, it was a deeper, more intimate hunger, one that bound one person to another. A sense of forbidden need that she tried to silence, but could not.

Jungkook was not faring any better, with dark circles to rival a panda's, he threw himself headlong into his work. And he was not behind a desk in that case. He finished just then violently severing a man's carotid artery, blood splattered on his clothes and face, watched with a frown as the man's body trembled and slumped to the ground in mute pain, threw the knife next to the body and shouted angrily inside the warehouse. "You've doubled the load of your work and now you're risking an alarming nervous breakdown, what the hell is wrong with you, 'Kook?" the young man turned sharply toward his friend, Taehyung stared in disgust at the corpse on the ground, "Why are you looking at me like that? Namjoon had said 'clean job,' this looks like a massacre to me." Jungkook grabbed a towel from the cabinet in the corner of the room, dabbing the sweat and blood from his face, "He deserved it, do you know how many girls in our brothel he killed for his disgusting sex games?"

"I know, I analyzed the investigation request Namjoon sent us, but that doesn't take away from the fact that reducing it like this was not in the plans, now how do we pass off the murder of a wealthy Hispanic arms dealer as an accident?" he ironized, Jungkook in response kicked the corpse, as if to emphasize the fact that he couldn't give a damn. "You have piranhas yourself, don't you? Solution found," he tossed his now unusable shirt into a black envelope; he could not go home in that condition, it would definitely break down the precarious relationship that bound him to Y/N. Fortunately there was also a shower in that warehouse, he really could not risk coming back like that, he looked like something out of a splatter movie and the girl did not know his second - and definitely more illegal - job. "Things aren't going well with the girlfriend, huh?" his friend taunted him, earning a dirty look.

"More like they just don't go," he sat wearily on the ground, hiding his head in his arms as he did as a child.

Taehyung immediately regretted mentioning the topic, "Hey, Jungkook...it just takes time, each one has a different way of reacting," he tried to explain, although he could not say he understood it one hundred percent, his girlfriend already loved him before she started a serious relationship with him, he had not experienced the same wars as Seokjin and Jungkook, or worse, Jimin. He recalled with a shudder the girl who was now talking carefree with them, had discovered Jimin's arsenal and had taken the opportunity to stab him on the back and escape. Where Jimin had found the strength to chase and tackle her, Taehyung still could not explain. "It's different Taehyung, I don't have what you call an 'iron fist' with her, if she rejects me I suffer and feel bad, I feel like I'm going crazy." "Then you reject her!" exclaimed the other harshly, "You live together and you are practically the only human she can relate to, if you stop talking to her, paying attention to her or seeing her, she will wonder why, and she will come after you!" He stared at Taehyung with a strange expression, mulling over those words. Perhaps his friend was right, perhaps he had been too helpful and this had been taken as a sign of weakness on the girl's part. He nodded, already knowing what to do.

Y/N heard keys turn in the keyhole and the front door open, she widened her eyes to see that Jungkook had finally come home on time. She had not seen him for days and was beginning to worry. Yes, she was worrying about him. And it was absurd, how unnatural, but it was indeed so. Y/N got up from the couch, that same couch where that painful punishment had been carried out, followed shortly after by the sinful act, and went to meet the boy. She reached him in time to see him take off his jacket, his distraught face leaving her interjected for a moment. "Jungkook!" she said, watching him minutely. His wavy hair was damp and let free to go where it pleased, a thick sweatshirt covered his statuesque physique, and a jumpsuit and boots completed the outfit. For the umpteenth time Y/N actually felt small in front of the man, especially when his gaze fluttered over her briefly, without answering her. He passed her in two strides, locking himself in his room without saying a single word.

This made the girl freeze on the spot, and she did not understand the reason behind his actions. Jungkook had gotten angry a few times, but he was almost always sunny and sweet in her presence; that coldness was something new, something the girl did not want to get used to. She walked slowly in the direction of the boy's bedroom, knocked shyly twice, but received no answer. Her arm fell back along her side, she felt lonely. She felt even more lonely when, at dinner, Jungkook remained with his eyes glued to his smartphone, she swallowed a bitter pill when, trying to engage in a discussion, she asked him, "How are things going at the university? You've been working a lot lately..." and Jungkook replied with a quick shrug. She lost what little appetite she had left, but forced herself to finish, fearfully remembering rule number two, which is to finish her meals like a good girl. She finished her dinner sadly, Jungkook silently picked up the plates and cutlery, putting them to wash in the dishwasher, then without another word he locked himself in his room. He still did everyday things, but with a strange and cold attitude. It went on like this for two weeks, Jungkook always leaving before she woke up, and although present in the house, there seemed to be no one to talk to. Y/N was going crazy.

She wanted Jungkook's attention, she wanted the boy to come back for her, but she did not know how to tell him without making a bad impression. She felt so lonely, and she had to admit it, the boy's love-struck side of herself was bleeding, with moist eyes she continued to watch the television, venting those tears she otherwise would have tried not to shed out of shame. She missed Jungkook. What she did not know was that the situation was generating not one but two victims. Jungkook missed Y/N, he missed her like fresh morning air or like the wind in his hair, everything about Jungkook wanted to push him to give in, to come back to her with a thousand and more kisses to give her and demand for himself, but Taehyung's words were firmly rooted in Jungkook's head. The girl had to understand the importance of having him around, otherwise the dynamics between them would never change. She would continue to see him as a jailer, he as an untouchable girl. It wasn't fair; he wanted a relationship, not a constant tug of war. So he kept coming home later and later, of course leaving her meals to eat, that would never change, but he wanted her to finally decide to run into his arms.

Two days later, Y/N lying in her bed could not get to sleep. Jungkook still had not returned and she wondered what he was doing and who he was with, especially that last question was nagging her. There had to be a valid reason behind his detachment so suddenly, and the thought of another woman had made its way into her mind several times already, the more time passed, the more the thought grew, until it had made it impossible for her to rest well at night for some time now. A strange feeling was roaring in her chest, one she had never felt before, never had a reason to feel it, and now it was disturbing her like few things in the world. Jealousy. Yes, she was rotten jealous. The image of Jungkook kissing or fucking a woman who was not her was corroding her from the inside out. She would have given every pittance to know the truth, but then what would she have done? Would she have survived such pain? She pulled up her nose and only then, in complete silence, did she hear the door open and footsteps make their way through the house.

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☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 2

You woke up in a familiar bedroom. It's Levi's. You have a warm cloth on your head, the room has a heater set to a comfortable temp, & the smell of a vanilla candle was just enough.

"Welcome back to Earth." Levi says sarcastically, looking at you. The memories of how you got here flood back & your eyes water in anger & distress.

"You just got better. You were in bad shape..." Levi says cautiously as if he wants to add to that. "Go on..." You say, not breaking eye-contact with his unusually nervous person.

"You don't have to tell me now — or at all if you don't want to, but, what happened? That's the worst I've seen you.'' Levi asks, trying to keep an unbothered suit but the concern was there. You finally break eye contact and let out a tired breath. "She lashed out again. She waited for me in the living room." You stopped, not wanting her to seem more bad than she already is.

Silence rings through the room before Levi speaks up. "There's more to that. I know you, what else?" He says sternly. You stay silent.

"You shouldn't feel obligated to save her ass every time. She fucked up her reputation herself, you didn't do that." He adds. All you do, is nod in agreement but didn't audibly agree. "Also..."

"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Was it a bad time or was it the heavy ass rain?" Levi asks, curious. "No she, she smashed it. My phone that is...that's what triggered the panic attack. It was just so loud."

You reply ashamed. You felt childish for the confession but it was Levi &, you confide in him. Levi looks at you with anger, but you know its not directed towards you. "That bitch, it pisses me off and i've never even SPOKEN to it." Levi glares, lost in unconscious, angry rambling.

Levi stopped, realizing how awkward it was for you. "I.." Levi began.

"I just want you to know, I'm not one to be sentimental or whatever the shit..." He continued, a tad bit embarrassed. "But, I care about you, so much. She's a cunt for how she treats you..you deserve much better. Even if it were for a minute, y'know, I could treat you better than she could in 7 centuries. I can treat you better." Levi uttered.

You were stunned, it was like a confession but you weren't sure if Levi had quite registered that he basically confessed his feelings about you. "Levi..." you murmured, an unexplainable joy rises in your chest.

Levi is looking down to his slightly fidgeting hands. He hasn't found the courage to look back up to you just yet. A hand sneaks under his chin & raises his head to meet your face once again. "I really understand how you feel, i'd love to reciprocate but..she is my wife. I'd be cheating. I don't...cheat." You say.

"One can label you a cheater all they want but more importantly label her a murderer. She killed a bright soul & that is unforgivable. My (M/n)." He said. "Pea."

Your heart dropped into your ass, he remembered. He remembers the best moments of your shared lives. It all made sense to you now. A breath of fresh air. It just. makes. sense.

"I've never said anything like this to anyone before." Levi Says. "— I don't need an answer now... I'll wait for you." he adds.

"Absolutely." You finally answer. "Yes, a million times."

Levi's stone cold expression has a hint of relief. You lean in, connecting your lips together.

"A million—times—Yes." You say in between kisses. He loves the way your lips feel, he has some unspeakable things he wants to do to you but won't say it, of course. Levis hands sneak to your waist, pulling you underneath him.

His hands roam your lower half, ever so slightly teasing your cock through your sweats.

" s-so good, vi. " Levi's face heats up, the way you get him worked up is concerning. You pull Levi closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your manhoods together.

Levi moans & soft grunts in your ear. The friction makes you both hot and bothered, a faint wet spot can be seen on the head of both of your sweatpants. "I'm gonna take such...good care of you, (m/n)" Levi breathes out. "Flip." You obey and turn onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air. Y'know, easy access. Levi eagerly slides your sweats down along with your boxers at once.

His breathing gets a bit heavier upon seeing your puckered hole, eager to be fucked. He guessed this was his reward for all his patience. You wanted to be filled so bad, never before had you ever had a desire this much. Everything boiled up to a point & you were ready to feel healthy love. Healthy love making.

You look back to Levi, eye full of desperate pleading. "I need it, I really need it, vi'...p-lease..." That sent him over the edge. "Oh, (m/n)."

Levi rammed his cock into your ass. A heat rises into both of your stomachs. Levi leans down & hugs you tight before pulling out and slamming back in. "Oh, hhnn." Fuck, you hadn't felt this much pleasure in a while. You feel his cock roughly pounding into your prostate, lewd fluids leaking onto the bed from your sex. Your cock hanging, the sheets below grazing your slit. Levi's hands tighten on your waist, more near your groin.

Levi listens closely to your voice, paying attention to your arousal. He gets off if you're getting off. "H-ghk! F-fuck Levi.." You choke out. Levi picks up his pace, wet slapping of his groin to your ass, your sloppy hole convulsing around him tighter by the second, driving him closer to orgasm. "(M-m/n) you're—) Levi just barely whispered. Tears fill your eyes once more, eyes low & slightly rolling back, body flushed. You let out a moan of immense pleasure, eyes now shut tightly. Levi blushing intensely at you. He has such a crush on you.

Levi slows his pace as to not overstimulate you.

"K-keep going, Levi.." You say breathless.

"B-but...you just—" "I need you to fill me, as deep as you can, vi'."

Levi breathes deeply before, once again, pulling out & slamming in. Your moans in union sound beautiful, your heads are hot, the bed creaking slightly, wet slapping of your jointed bottom parts, then it happens.

Levi loads into you, holding onto tighter than ever, ropes of cum spur onto you chest, your second orgasm. Levi's cum is much more than if he were to jerk off.

After you both fall from your highs, Levi pulls out, watching his cum drip from your gaping hole. You close your eyes & catch your breath. Levi rests his body on top of yours. After a while, he speaks. "You 'kay?" Levi asks, caressing your hair. "More than okay, we're filthy though." You reply. "A filthy i've longed for, for a long time." Levi murmurs into your ear. A small, content smile appears on your face.

The second beginning of something beautiful.

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 | 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: shit just got real

warnings: descriptions of violence, knives, murder, character death, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

words: 4402

a/n: dino nuggets…

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003. killer - crazy lixx 

‘cause there’s a killer, a killer on the run.’

"Can we get these?" You asked, walking around the aisle to see Tara and Mindy looking at some food to buy.

"Absolutely not." Tara said, shaking her head from side to side.

"Why not?" You mumbled, looking at the item in your hand.

"Y/n, I'm not getting you dinosaur chicken nuggets." Tara said, walking into another aisle causing you and Mindy to follow after her.

"But- please." You huffed. “Mindy, back me up here.”

"I’m not getting involved in your little lovers quarrel." Mindy chuckled, holding up her hands in defence.

"I'll do whatever you want." You pleaded, placing the item under your arm so you could put your hands together as if you were going to pray.

"Fine." Tara muttered, finally giving up. “But you owe me one.”

"Yes!" You smiled, putting them in the shopping basket and fist bumping the air.

"You're a child." Tara said, reciprocating your smile.

“You love me though.” You grinned.

“Oh I am third wheeling so hard right now.” Mindy whispered to herself but you and Tara heard her.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Tara repeated.

“Okay, ouch.” You said, holding a hand to your chest. “No need to act as if I’m a common cold.”

“You know I didn't mean it like that.” Tara sighed. 

“I didn't.” You sniffled, pretending to wipe away a tear. “You wound me.”

“Oh cheer up you big baby.” Mindy laughed, patting you on the back.

“Okay, you two. We need to get some food.” Tara said, chuckling at your antics.

“Yes, boss.” You said sending Tara a salute and Mindy gave her a thumbs up.

The three of you continued to get the food needed for later and with a small dent to your bank account you were making your way back to Tara’s apartment.

Chad had texted Mindy telling her that Anika had arrived but Ethan said he couldn't make it.

Finally walking up the mass amounts of stairs to Tara’s apartment, the younger Carpenter opened the locks on her front door and let the three of you in.

“Honey, I'm home.” You called out walking through the front door.

“Did you get the food?” Chad asked, standing up from the sofa.

“Oh hello, y/n. How was the trip to the store? I h-”

“Yeah, we got the food.” Tara cut you off, pushing you into the kitchen with her where Sam waited for you.

“What did you guys get?” Sam questioned, looking up from her phone before placing it on the counter beside her.

“Dino nuggets!” You said happily.

“Dino nuggets?” Sam repeated with a confused tone.

“Dino nuggets!” You said again, with even more excitement.

“You got dino nuggets?” Chad asked as he sprinted into the kitchen.

“Yeah!” 

“Hell yeah!” Chad smiled, high fiving you.

“Did you get anything else?” Sam wondered, looking into the bags you placed on the counter.

“Of course, we’re not all children.” Tara said, directing the last part towards you.

“Okay, if you’re not going to help with the food please get out of the kitchen.” Sam said, pointing to the living room where Mindy and Anika were watching a random channel on tv.

“I’m the best chef in town.” You smiled, getting the necessary food out.

“Please try not to burn my apartment down, y/n.” Sam said sternly before going off to get something.

“I can’t promise anything.” You called out.

You pulled out a chopping board and washed some vegetables. As you were going to chop up the vegetables you wondered where all the knives were. 

Looking around the kitchen, you tried to find something else to use but you came up short so you placed the vegetables in the fridge and pulled out some macaroni to make macaroni and cheese.

“I think you should get out of the city.” Tara spoke up suddenly.

“Huh?” You replied, confused as to why tara would say something like that.

“Y’know, considering what happened last time. I- I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go.” 

“Aww you do care about me.” You teased, looking at the younger Carpenter.

“Y/n, I’m being serious I-”

“I know, and I’m not going anywhere. Whether you like it or not.” You smiled.

The little moment between you and Tara was soon interrupted by Mindy gagging as she set up the table.

“Would you two just make out already?” Mindy said, continuing to set the table.

“Mindy, that’s so inappropriate, dude.” Chad huffed.

“Ooh, someone is jealous.” You whispered to Tara causing her to step on your foot.

“Ow.” You groaned, picking your foot up with your hands and hobbling around in the kitchen.

“Oh whatever.” Mindy said, waving her brother off as she walked into the kitchen.

“Here you go.” Sam said, placing down some cushions and blankets in front of Anika. 

“Sam.” Mindy said. 

“Yup?” Sam answered, walking into the kitchen.

“We don’t have to stay here.”

“Well, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers.” Sam shrugged, getting a wine glass from on top of the fridge.

“This will be so fun.” Chad smiled as he too, walked into the kitchen. “A little slumber party with the core five!”

“That doesn’t even go.” You chuckled, leaning back against the counter.

“The core five?” Sam repeated.

“Yup.” Chad nodded, ignoring your comment.

“Did you just give us a nickname?” Tara wondered. 

“Sure did.” Chad said. “I mean we’ve been through a lot together and it's a cool nickname.”

“That's debatable.” You said.

“That's extremely debatable.” Tara said, nodding towards you.

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus.” Mindy said.

“Oh of course I can, dingus. Because I just did.”

“Oh dear god.” You muttered.

“Core five, up top!” Chad said loudly, raising his hand in the air.

“No.” Mindy shook her head.

“Down low.”

“Get that away from me.” Tara deadpanned.

“Please for the love of god.” Chad exclaimed, holding his hand up to Sam

“Don’t do it.” Mindy chuckled.

“Y/n please.” Chad begged, fully turning to you.

“Tempting.” You teased.

“Y’know I’d actually like a little more respect from my fellow members of the core five.”

“Oh my god.” Mindy whined. 

“Guys!” Anika called out from her spot on the sofa, where she turned up the tv. “What the hell?”

Everyone in the kitchen moved to the living room to see what Anika called out for. On the tv was a news reporter, talking about breaking news.

“Reviewing resources from inside the homicide division, the prime suspect is none other than Samantha Carpenter.” The news reporter said. “One of the survivors of the woodsboro killings in twenty twenty-two. Seen here attacking a woman on the street last night.”

A video was shown on the tv, the same one Bailey showed in the police station, of Sam pushing the girl who had thrown her drink at her. 

“In the wake of the woodsboro tragedy last year, rumours sprouted online that Carpenter was actually responsible for the killings. Blaming the crimes on her boyfriend Richie Kirsch and teen Amber Freeman.” 

As everyone watched, Sam scoffed to herself, grabbing the remote before turning the tv off. She trudged her way into the dining room and sat on a chair, desperate not to let the tears flow.

Tara watched her sister, contemplating on what to do before she sat down beside her. You, Chad, Mindy and Anika let the sisters talk, giving them the needed space.

“It just sucks being this hated.” Sam sighed, wiping away a tear that fell.

Upon hearing Sam say that, you felt a frown form on your face. Seeing Chad walk into the dining room, you and Mindy followed shortly after.

“Hey.” Chad said softly sitting on a chair in front of Tara whilst Mindy sat to his right and you sat between him and Tara. “Hey, just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you. Okay, we have all been through some fucked up stuff, and we are coping with it differently. I mean we moved here together for one very specific reason. We’re a team.”

Sam smiled sadly at the boy, a tear falling from her eye, grateful for each of you.

“We are the core fucking five.” Mindy spoke up from beside her brother.

“Thank you!”

“I hate myself now.” Mindy laughed.

“I can't believe you said that.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Me either.”

“Core five!” Chad said, high fiving Mindy. “Tara, say it! C’mon you should say it.”

“Nope, I’m not gonna say it.” Tara shook her head as she laughed. “I mean, yes, we’re a team but-”

“Come on.”

“I’ve been sleeping with cute boy from across the hall.” Sam interrupted, looking up from the table, a worried look on her face.

A beat of silence went past, each of you staring at the older Carpenter until you all broke out into smiles and laughter.

“Boom!” Mindy said loudly, leaning back in her chair.

“I called it.” You shouted, tapping the table repeatedly.

“I fucking knew it.” Tara joined in. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.”

“Quinn owes me twenty bucks.” You smiled, fist bumping the air.

“You bet on me?” Sam questioned, her face lighting up with a smile.

“I mean c’mon-” You shrugged.

“I knew it since the day I saw you both talking.” Mindy pointed out.

“I feel like… we should high five or something.” Tara said once the laughter died down.

“Core five, high five!” Chad smiled, holding his hand out in the middle of the table.

“Don’t call it that, but we’ll do it.” Tara nodded, placing her hand against Chad’s. You added your hand next leading Mindy and Sam to follow suit. 

Sam’s phone suddenly started to ring, causing you all to pull away. She pulled it out of her pocket, checking to see who it was but before she could take a glance at who it was, Tara had taken the phone from her.

An excited gasp left her lips as she held the phone out in front of her, showing that Danny was calling. Sam tried to take her phone back but Tara fended her off.

“No, Tara- don’t.” Sam said, trying to take her phone back.

“Hey, so what are your intentions?” Tara said, holding Sam’s phone to her ear as it kept ringing, pretending to talk to Danny.

You all let out loud laughs as Tara handed her sister’s phone back to her.

“No. It's fine. I'll call him back.” Sam said, pressing the red button- putting the phone down on him.

As the laughter died down once again, the five of you heard grunting coming from Quinns room. You let out a low ‘ooh’ through a chuckled breath as you tried not to cringe at the sounds.

“I'm so jealous.” You sighed, leaning back on your chair.

“Of Quinn?” Tara questioned, head tilting towards you.

“Uh, yeah.” You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s in there having sex-”

“Y/n!” Tara exclaimed.

“What?” You wondered, holding your hands up in defence. 

“You and your bloody high sex drive.” Tara muttered to herself, shaking her head as she tried to fight off a smile.

Mindy and Chad laughed at the two of you whilst Sam sent a knowing look in your direction. The laughter, however, was cut off when each of you received a message at the same time.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you pulled out your phone and opened the message to see what it was. Your eyes widened as you looked at your screen, a photo, sent to you by Danny, showing Quinn getting attacked by Ghostface.

“I am definitely not jealous of her any more.” You mumbled to yourself, gaining a smack on the arm from Tara as she shot out of her seat along with the rest of you.

Tara rushed to open Quinns door but you took a hold of her arm and pulled her back into you and away from the door. You all stood, watching the door waiting for something to happen. The sound of Quinn screaming filled the apartment until she stopped.

“Run.” Mindy said as the apartment went quiet.

The door was slammed open, Quinn’s body being shoved towards you. Quinn’s body landed on Anika causing her to fall to the ground screaming. Mindy and Sam went to help Anika but you pushed Tara towards the front door.

Chad took a hold of both yours and Tara’s arms, pulling you out of the apartment but before you could go down the stairs you slipped out of Chad’s grip.

“Y/n?” Tara questioned, her voice straining as she tried not to cry.

“Go, I’ll be right behind you.” You said, with a small smile before running back into the apartment.

“Y/n, what? No!”

You stood at the door, watching as Ghostface plunged their knife into Anika’s stomach. You soon realise what a stupid mistake you made by going back but you couldn't leave now, especially seeing your friends in danger.

Using up all of your superhero complex, you rushed forward and tackled the Ghostface to the ground. Luckily they had pulled their knife out of Anika so she didn’t sustain any more damage.

“Hey fuckface.” You grunted, getting on top of them and punching them in the face.

As you raised your arm back up to punch them again, they pressed their knife into your abdomen causing you to reel back in pain. 

Sam pulled you up from the floor and kicked the Ghostface back down but they got up twice as fast. As you were running to the front door, the Ghostface slammed it shut before you had a chance to escape.

You helped Mindy with Anika and you ran into Quinn’s room, Sam hot on your tail as she closed the door just as the Ghostface swiped their knife at her.

Anika and Mindy sat on the bed trying to control the bleeding coming from their wounds. You stood up, pressing a hand into your side as you watched as Sam held the door closed.

Sam turned around and saw that the bathroom door was still open, she whispered for you to go close it. You gave her a small nod and as you were about to close the door, the Ghostface popped up in front of you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, kicking your foot into their stomach, making them tumble back which gave you just enough time to close the door. They didn’t give up though, continuing to kick and barge into the door in hopes of it opening.

“Sam! A hand please?” You yelled, trying to hold the door closed as well as put pressure on your wound.

The older girl gave you a nod and instructed Mindy to help her with moving a drawer to hold the door. You moved out of the way and the drawer took your place against the door.

Using all your weight, you leaned against the drawer as the Ghostface was still kicking the door down. 

Sam rushed over to the window when she noticed Danny yelling at her from his apartment. She opened the window and looked down, now realising how high up you all were.

Danny grabbed a ladder from his room and pushed it through his window and over to Sam.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sam shouted incredulously.

“Do you have a better idea?” Danny replied.

“Fuck! No.” Sam said, grabbing one end of the ladder and making sure it was secure on her end.

“You have to come one at a time.” 

“You go first!” Sam said, turning around to you three. “Y/n!”

“No chance, Sam. I need to hold the door.” You said, motioning behind you as the Ghostface kept kicking the door.

“But-”

“Sam, go!” You shouted. “I’ll get Mindy and Anika to go next.”

Sam contemplated for a while before she made her way onto the ladder. After many reassuring words from Danny, she made it to the other side. 

“Guys, come on!” Sam and Danny yelled from his apartment.

“You have to go first.” Mindy said, tears welling up in her eyes as she helped Anika move closer to the window.

“I can’t.” Anika sobbed, holding onto her stomach.

“Look at me, you have to go.” Mindy said, now fully crying too. “You have to go!”

“No, Mindy, No! I’ll be right behind you. I promise.” 

Mindy gave you a look, one of uncertainty and you replied with a reassuring nod and a smile before she gave Anika a kiss. After the short but sweet moment between her and Anika, Mindy made her way across the ladder too. 

“This asshole just won’t stop.” You huffed, using more weight to hold the drawer against the door. “Anika. I need you to get ready.” 

“No, Y/n.” Anika sobbed. “You go next, you’re hurt enough already.”

“So are you, I’ll be fine.” You said, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ve been through this before, you’ve got to go next.”

“Please, y/n, go next. I won’t go until you do.” 

You exhaled shakily, moving away from the door, pushing the drawer into a more secure position before you made your way to the window.

“You follow straight behind me alright.” You said, holding Anika’s hand.

With a nod from Anika you crawled onto the ladder. It shook from side to side but you didn’t stop, not wanting to, afraid that you might fall.

You were pulled into Danny’s apartment and all you had to do now was wait for Anika to cross. You sat yourself down, leaning your back against a wall as you held a hand to your side, the pain sending shocks up your spine.

You could hear your friends screaming for Anika, telling her that she could make it, that she would be okay but then they went silent.

Popping your head up in question, you saw the frantic look on Mindy’s face, a sign telling you that something was wrong.

“Anika, you have to move now!” Mindy yelled to her girlfriend who looked over her own shoulder, seeing that the Ghostface was right by the window.

The Ghostface placed their knife on the windowsill before they took a hold of the ladder and started to shake it violently.  

“I don’t want to die.” Anika cried as she tried to make her way across.

Sam reached her hand out and just as Anika could take a hold of it, she slipped through her fingers and off the ladder, falling to the floor.

Then there was silence.

“Hey, uh guys.” You muttered, seeing blood seep through your fingers as you pressed on your wound. “I think I may be bleeding out here.” 

“Oh shit.” Sam said as she turned to face you, seeing how pale you looked.

Sam helped you up from the floor, placing an arm around your waist as she guided you down the stairs. Danny and Mindy followed closely behind, the four of you walking in silence, still not believing what just happened.

As you were brought onto the street you were met with flashing lights and sirens. You were quickly taken away by an EMT and to an ambulance where they helped stitch you back up.

Sam and Danny stood beside you and Mindy was being tended to by another EMT. After you were all patched up you sat at the back of the ambulance beside Mindy as Sam and Danny went off to find Chad and Tara.

You felt Mindy rest her head on your shoulder, a sigh falling from her lips as the exhaustion caught up to her.

“Y/n!” Tara said loudly as she rounded the back of the ambulance, coming face to face with you and Mindy.

“Hey.” You smiled tiredly.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Mindy said softly, patting you on the thigh before going off to find her brother.

“Are you out of your mind!?” Tara exclaimed, running a hand through her hair. “You just ran straight towards danger for no reason!” 

“Well- I- uh- I thought that I could help your sister?” You replied not looking into her eyes, picking at the skin of your fingers. “And I knew that you were safe because you were outside the apartment and-”

“What were you thinking!”

“Um, nothing? I guess.”

“You really are so stupid! I could’ve lost you!”

“But you didn’t.”

“That's not the point!”

“I was stupid okay! I know.” You said, raising your voice as you stood up.

“You need to stop putting yourself in danger!”

“I wasn’t thinking but I did it for you! I know how much you love Sam and I know that you would’ve been heartbroken if anything happened to her and I-”

“Y/n,” Tara said, calming down as tears brimmed her eyes, “just promise me not to do something like that again.”

“I can’t.” You said, smiling sadly. “You know I can't, Tara.”

“I hate you.” Tara mumbled.

“No you don’t.” You chuckled, pulling the younger Carpenter into a much needed hug.

You gritted your teeth and tried to push through the pain as Tara hugged you but you let out a small groan causing Tara to pull back with a confused face.

“What was that?” Tara asked, looking over your body for injuries and her eyes focused on the blood staining your top. “Y/n!”

“I’m fine! I promise.” You tried but Tara was having none of it.

“Show me.” 

“It’s bandaged up-” You said but Tara tugged on the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to see your stomach. “-oh okay.”

“Jesus, if Ghostface doesn’t kill you, I will.”

“I got a hit in, atleast.” You said, the corners of your mouth tilting upwards.

“You’re lucky I won't hit you.”

The two of you continued to talk to each other, throwing in occasional silly insults here and there, till you both heard some commotion coming from Chad and Ethan.

You both stood up, watching as Chad grabbed Ethan’s collar and slammed him against a nearby car.

“Woah, that does not look good.” You muttered, walking over to Mindy with Tara as she watched her brother with Ethan.

“Where were you?” Chad questioned, a harsh tone laced in his voice.

“What? When?” Ethan stuttered.

“Last night!”

“I-I had econ!” Ethan stammered as Chad pushed him harder into the car. “You know this.”

“Bullshit, man! You disappear and my sister almost gets killed.”

“Dude,” Ethan said, raising his hands up, “I was in a study hall with a hundred other people, you can ask any of them.”

“Fuck, man.” Chad scoffed, letting go of Ethan reluctantly before he walked over back to you, Mindy and Tara, giving one last glare at Ethan.

“Oh my God.” Ethan uttered, noticing a body bag. “Who?”

“Anika and Quinn.” Chad sighed.

“Mindy I’m so sorry-” 

“Step the fuck back.” She snapped, causing Ethan to take a step back with an apologetic look on his face, but she didn’t care. “You’re at the top of my list.”

“I had econ!”

“Y’know I got stabbed too.” You voiced, standing up to look at the boy.

“Y-you did?”

“Yeah, and I got a pretty decent hit in, right across their cheek.” You said, slowly walking closer to Ethan. “And I don't know if it is just me but your eye is looking a little bruised.”

“It must be the lighting?” 

“Hmm.” You shrugged, not looking convinced. “Must be.”

From behind you, Tara looked to her right seeing Bailey stumbling out of the apartment complex, tears falling from his eyes.

“I’m gonna be right back.” Tara said quietly.

“Where are you going?” You asked, seeing Tara walk up to you and taking a hold of your hand. “Correction, where are we going?”

You followed Tara as she walked over to her sister and Bailey, the man having tears flow down his cheeks.

“I’m really sorry about Quinn.” Tara said apologetically, a sorrowful look on her face.

“Thank you.” Bailey said, nodding his head before looking down to the ground. Sam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, causing him to cry even more. “Both my kids are gone… my whole family’s gone.”

You were not quite sure what to do, not being close to the man so you stood there in silence, interlocking your fingers with Tara’s and rocking backwards and forwards on your feet.

“They took me off the case, but I'm not gonna stop until I find him.” Bailey said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You fuck with my family, you die.”

“Agreed.” Sam nodded.

“Hey.” You turned around, hearing Gale run up to the three of you. “You okay? I came as soon as I heard.”

“Gale, I swear to God-” Sam snapped, shaking her head as she looked at the older woman.

“Truce, okay? I-I’m here for whatever you need.” Gale said, placing a hand over her heart to show she was being serious.

“Yeah, okay, nice try.” Sam scoffed.

“Really, I am!” Gale said before she sighed and loosened her posture. “Okay, fine, off the record, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.” Sam said reluctantly, a heavy sigh falling from her lips.

Gale then turned to You and Tara with an apologetic look on her face. You gave the older woman a small nod and a smile but didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry I punched you.” Tara said.

“No you’re not.” Gale smiled, shaking her head.

“I’m not.” Tara replied, a smile taking form on her face.

“You’re the cop right?” Gale asked, turning to face Bailey as the man gave her a nod, listening to what she had to say next. “I did some digging on your first two victims and I found something. I know where the masks are coming from.”

“Show me.” Bailey said, taking a step forward.

“Ladies.” Kriby’s voice was heard causing you to watch as the woman walked up to you five.

“Kirby?” Gale questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Gale.” Kirby smiled, giving the reporter a smile.

“She’s with the fbi.” Sam informed.

“She’s a child, when did they start letting children into the fbi?” Gale asked with a confused look on her face.

“I’m thirty” Kirby stated.

“Well you look like a zygote.” 

“I have a gun, Gale.” Kirby said, pulling her jacket back to reveal her gun.

“Okay, fine.” Gale sighed. “You’re gonna want to see this too.”

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter imagines #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega imagines #scream vi #scream 6 #scream

[azurlily]

Day 7 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. These two yanderes work together well, so they're pretty scary.

Also a reminder to everyone this is the last month you can request a specific type of reader for free. After this month it becomes commission work. Ask any questions in either DM or on my asks/requests.

Your boss has been giving you a hard time. Vi and Caitlyn hear about and are not happy, they make the night all about you.(they also deal with your boss)

Yandere!Vi and Yandere!Caitlyn Kiramman SMUT

"I dont fucking care! If it's not done by Friday, you're off the team! Got it!?"

You nodded your head, got you hate this man. He's the embodiment of everything you hate. He stands there and glares at you before turning away in anger, you hear him mumble about 'idiot' while he walks away.

Slowly you turn around, turning your head up to stop the warm water dripping down your face. You walk out, it was the end of the day and Friday is only 2 days from now. You can work on the project at home, you hope your lovers would let you pay attention. They like to distract you from work.

Once your home you realise you see two coats, two pairs of shoes, and most importantly two women in the kitchen. Upon hearing the door close both women look up, a set of grey and a set of blue eyes look at you. The hold nothing but adoration, love, happiness, and kindness. Both of your girlfriends love you so much.

So it brought them both pain when you break down crying. Tears spill down you face, warm tears, refusing to stop. Vi is the first to run to you, she picks you up and holds you. She brings you into the kitchen, her face went from one of love to one of pure disgust.

Vi always has some sort of snark, smile, or relatively happy look on her face. Of course that's only for you and Caitlyn. Now, oh right now, she's absolutely pissed, and not afraid to show it.

"Honey? What's wrong, are you okay?"

You didn't say a word, it took you a good second to finally regain the ability to properly think. You push yourself off of Vi, Vi herself had switched back to a smile. She doesn't want to frighten you, poor you.

The three of you sit down and start talking. You explain what's been going on, specifically with your boss. You know that Caitlyn has more than enough money to support you and Vi, and she's never abuse that. You just wanted to be able to do things, and having a job was the best way. Your job wasn't always this demanding, it's your boss that's the problem.

While you were talking you didn't notice the slow changes in both Vi and Caitlyn's faces. They couldn't look at you properly, not right now at least. Both girls had one goal currently, and that was to kill you boss. How dare he yell at you!? Does he not know who you are, who your lovers are? They could ruin him with a snap of their fingers.

"G-girls. I'm going to go call someone real quick."

Vi didn't say anything else and stood up. She walked into the bedroom and called Jinx. The two have been having a good relationship so far. Their bond growing stronger, and therapy is helping too. While you sat on the couch and let Caitlyn coddle you, Vi was calling her sister for a favor.

"Hey, hey yeah. Yeah I need a favor, someone hasn't been all to kind to [name] I was wondering if you could deal with him. No- no I don't care what happens to him. Kill him if you want, just make him understand not to hurt her. Yeah, yeah I'll give you his info in a second."

Caitlyn had so many ideas stewing in her mind, how dare he. How dare your moronic, disgusting, disrespectful boss, EVER yell at you. Men like him need to be put down, maybe cut their balls off, like you would a dog or a cat. Teach him a lesson, he obviously doesn't see a goddess when it's in front of him.

Vi walks in with a smile, she had a good- great idea. You poor thing, you've been hurt so badly by your boss. You need all the love and care both of your very willing girlfriends can provide.

Vi sneaks over to Caitlyn with a smirk, whispering her plan into her ear. An equally devious smirk appears on Caitlyns face. Oh this, this is going to be fun, very fun. Caitlyn smiles sweetly at you, she gives you the smile that tells you many things. That she loves you, that she adores you, that she'd kill for you, that she want to fuck you so hard it hurts.

You assumed the latter was her choice.

"Sweetie, why don't you go undress in the bedroom, hm? Vi and I will be there soon, we're just going to grab a few toys."

Caitlyn stands up and give you a small peck on the lips before leaving with Vi. To large smirks on their face as they walk away. Their entire plan is to fuck you so raw you can't go to work, then when you do, your boss(if he's even alive) will have a whole new personality.

You walk to the bedroom, your face burning. Other parts of your body started to burn too, burn with need, with want. You didn't realise how pent up you were until now, god this was frustrating for you. You know your lovers, they love to tease.

After about ten minutes Caitlyn and Vi walk in. Vi has her boxers on, she also has a belt with a harness attached to it. The entire thing makes it look like thin, black(stylish) suspenders. Caitlyn though, oh she's wearing baby blue lingere. It looks so soft and pretty, you want to tear it off her, so very badly.

"You look so cute princess! I'm glad you were smart enough to only wear a bra and panties, if you wore anything else, well I would more than likely tear it!"

Vi always sounds so enthusiastic right before sex, you know it's her way of showing her interest. It's just scary sometimes, I mean the look on her face and the way she's talking are two very, very different things. She sounds happy, sweet, and kind, she looks like she wants to fuck you in front of hundreds of people and let them call you dirty things for her amusement.

"Mhm. Indeed, our beautiful little wife has learned, finally. I'm glad I dont need to worry about Vi destroying all your clothes anymore. Now, how about you lay back for us."

It wasn't a request, no instead it was a command. Caitlyn runs a tight ship, and you've learned bratting off only fucks you over further into the future. Not that it matters, you find it fun. You tilt your head and ask her to make you. A smile- dark, a dark smile finds it's way to her face. Caitlyn walks to you, she gently grabs a handful of your hair and pulls. A warning, she's warning you.

You know, you know all about her warnings. First a hair pull, then she'll bite your neck softly, lastly she grab you by the throat. Not roughly, but not soft either. You look up at her with faux innocence, you tilt you head in an attempt to feign innocence. You hear a deep growl from behind you, Vi. She's getting impatient.

Vi is the easier one to please out of the two, she just wants to make you scream. That's isn't hard to do, you just have to hit the right spots.

"I advise you to listen to Caitlyn, just because this night is about you doesn't mean we wont remind you how to listen. Dont test."

You decide it's best to save the brat for another day, you know their doing this to make you feel good. You told them everything, you're not surprised they had this cooked up. You nod slowly, you watch Caitlyn pull back, only for her to push you onto the bed. You lay back, spreading your legs and moving your arms above your head.

You know how they like it. You watch Caitlyn move and sit in a chair, it has gold trimmings and is a satin red. Vi smirks, this is how it goes. From now on, the words 'Vi' and 'Caitlyn' don't exist. It's daddy, and mistress. Honorifics, the things you call them by as a reminder of how they own you.

You watch Vi pull something from a box she had with her. A bright red, 8 inch long strap on. She looks between you and the strap, she sees the reaction on your face. Nothing but pure horny bliss, that's what she likes to see. If she saw that you were scared, she would have used a smaller one. One that would better fit you and your interests.

Vi attaches the strap to her, that's what the harness is for after all. She takes a few steps to you, she puts gets on the bed, her hips cornering you. You lay spread out, and she lays on top of you, look down. She takes your hands and cuffs them together, she. The harness has a belt attached to it, the cuffs were attached to the belt. Vi grins, she loves seeing you helpless, seeing that you need her.

You look over to Caitlyn, she's staring you both intently. She wants to see who will react first, if you say something, or will you meekly open your legs and let Vi have her fun. Caitlyn shakes with anticipation, making herself wetter than before. At some point Vi cant take it anymore, she grabs one of your legs and puts it over her shoulder. She dips the straps tip into you, nothing more, just the tip. She wants to see you shake, shake in pleasure, in pain, she wants to see all of it.

You jump and shake at the sudden intrusion, you body feels amazing and Vi just looks at you. She watches you twitch and shake as she slowly slips in and out ofr your pussy. She wants to see every reaction, every movement. Vi can't get enough of seeing you like this, she needs it, she becomes feral thinking about all the things she's going to do to you. Her pace quickened, hips starting to jam closer and closer to your. She needs this, badly.

Caitlyn watches you two with intense excitement. She loves seeing you like this, and it wasn't like she isn't getting any please out of this two. She had put a bullet vibrator in Vi, and she had a vibrator on herself too. She has the controls to Vis and hers, she turns Vis up by 1 and watches her shake. Caitlyn can see just how much shes getting off on this, and it makes her shiver thinking about it.

"Vi honey, if you want to cum at any point tonight, you're going to have to make our darling scream. I want to hear it loud and clear. Got that?"

"Mm, y-yes ma'am. Make her scream so I can c-cum."

Vi is absolutely losing it right not, her hips keep slamming into yours. No matter how many times you shake and spasm, your entire body is under her control. Vi on the other hand is under Caitlyns control, she knows Vi is chasing her oragsm, and hell get it. As long as Caitlyn gets to hear you scream. Vis thrusts get more and more manic, she's shaking, helping you into your orgasm, while chasing her own. God she needs it, so badly.

Your breath starts to shake more, you and Vi had changed positions a while ago, you are on your back and Vi has you holding onto her for dear life. You start scratching down Vis back, be it the pain of pleasure, you can take if anymore. You start crying and mumbling incoherently, you don't know what you're saying, and neither do Vi or Caitlyn. All that matter is you being absolutely destroyed, and you look oh so close.

"Vi, baby, I want you both to cum with me. Hold on just a bit longer babe, and Vi, I'll turn the vibe up."

You didn't know if you could hold on, it just felt so, so good. How the hell are you going to hold back like this!? At this rate you'll start breaking rules, one of those being don't cum unless given permission. You start hitting Vis back, hoping she slows down. You need her to or you wont last any longer, although you know Vi isn't going to listen. Even if you could talk properly, which you cannot.

"Fuck- cum! Both you of y-you, fuck!"

Permission, that's what you needed, and finally you were given it. Your body convulses against Vis, who does the exact same. You to shake and rock against eachother. Slowly you both come down from your highs. Caitlyn turns the bullet Vibrator off and turns hers off too. Vi slowly pulls out of you, she sees your freshly fucked face and almost laughs. You look so cute, all dumb like this.

"You both did so well for me, but now. Vi honey, please move. It's my turn to torture [name] body, and I intend to work thoroughly.

You look at her in your blissed out state, you should have known. Both if them want your body, they just like to take it in different ways.

#wlw #lesbian #arcane #arcane caitlyn #arcane vi #vi x reader #vi #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn kiramman x reader #yandere month challenge #yandere vi #yandere caitlyn kiramman

[lxdymoon0357]

So Do you write for Rashta? if so can I pls request a Yandere Rashta X GN Reader like the reader is a Childhood friend of Hers and helped her escaped?

(Don't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so ended up doing romantic because I love her, kinda made reader a semi-yandere too and willing! Reader :P || || Mentions of miscarriage, death, slaves, toxic relationship || GN! reader but leaning more towards male reader also did I write a scenario in headcanons???? Yes also, I didn't write a yandere thing, it's more of a Rashta X Reader)

Yandere! Rashta X Childhood friend! Reader HCs

✣ You met Rashta when you and your family went to the Rimwell astate as a child where you bumped into a lady who was very pretty but an angry scowl on her face which melted when you bumped into her. She bowed down to you and greeted to you, before pushing her daughter in front and making her bow down as well.

✣ You bowed back to them and greeted them as well, because your parents taught you to respect servants who work for you and anyone else who works because they work twice as much as anyone else!

✣ The lady was surprised but smiled warmly before helping you in what ever you need, before leaving you kissed them both on the back of their hands making the little girl who was near the same age as you giggle and blush furiously...

✣ You later met her again, trying to catch a bird in her arms in the large garden of the estate, you quickly befriended her and became very close with her. Her name was Rashta and she worked in the laundry section, slowly you both grew up and you got engaged to the Rimwell family's daughter, Libetti.

✣ You absolutely hated the family for treating their slaves, servants and worker so badly and you despised them, including Libetti with deep hatred, not only did she treat Rashta badly in front of you, she wouldn't allow you to spend time with the people you love, always found a way to blame her mistakes on you, always invaded your personal space, wouldn't listen to anything you say and always created arguments, but for some reason, she was also clingy as hell...

✣ You both grew up near each-other, as you visited your fiancee, Libbeti's manor quite often and sleep at her house in the guest room and sneaked out and you always visited Rashta, even after she lost her parents, you were a very dear friend of her and you both grew up into beautiful people.

✣ Whenever you visited Rashta you would teach her sometimes to help her read and write, which was good because she learnt quickly! And she would also happen with your paperwork sometimes.

✣ Rashta was also very possessive of you, she wouldn't let you leave her grip especially when you are sleeping over the Rimwell manor, she absolutely despised you being engaged to Libbeti and would often try to hurt her, but before she could do so, you stopped it and calmed her down whenever she got angry reminding her how she will get in trouble and won't be able to see you anymore...

✣ You loved Rashta with every fiber of your being, she was kind, bubbly and sweet and treated everyone nicely regardless of their status, appearance or colour, she was absolutely amazing, you didn't realize that you fell in love with her.....

✣ Then one day while you visited Libbeti as usual, you sneaked out at night like usual and entered Rashta's room where she was sitting on the bed admiring the photo of the empress like always, but crying and sobbing quietly.

✣ You immediately comforted her, and learnt that she had been in love with Alan, the son of the Rimwell family and had a affair with him and she had slept with him, you were crushed but you comforted her and told her it was fine....But you were worried about her being pregnant, and so one night you sneaked her out and got her check up by a physician, who confirmed your worried thoughts about her being pregnant.....

✣ She had to unfortunately announce her pregnancy and had to go through a very horrible pregnancy with a lot of pain and once you heard the Vicount heard how he was going to kill Rashta's baby so their family won't be damaged.....

✣ You were extremely worried about her and asked Libbeti to move in with you in one of your manors and bring some of her servants along with her, and fortunately she brought over Rashta which helped you look over Rashta more regularly

✣ You treated Rashta bette, you provided her with a new maid uniform, gave her her own room for whenever she got tired, got her into education classes on the sideline when Libbeti was busy and also bought her gifts for the baby....Slowly and slowly Rashta started developing feelings for you, strong feelings..

✣ Once Rashta entered her ninth month, you sent Libbeti and her family for a vacation with some of your most trusted servants to keep an eye on them. Rashta was extremely thankful to you for this, she even gave you a kiss on the knuckles....

✣ Upon Rashta giving birth, you immediately gave her baby to a couple who worked for you to look after the baby and told everyone else that the baby had passed away, Rashta was also given time of to spend time with the baby in the couple's cottage or maybe in the other side of the wing, away from Libbeti and her servants.

✣ When Libbeti came back, she asked about Rashta's baby first thing and you told her sadly that the baby had passed away and you gave Rashta a few days off to cope with the baby's death....

✣ Though Libbeti was mad about you giving her days off to cope with the baby's death saying she should still be working hard because she's a slave, you comforted her by saying how it does not matter because you have million other servants.

✣ You spent the day with her, taking her out to dinners, to keep her occupied and keep Rashta out of her mind while Rashta relaxed for the week, luckily it worked as she didn't even realize Rashta wasn't there for the week.

✣ Finally when Rashta came back to work the next week, looking relaxed, fresh and healthy, you immediately called her to your office and checked her up about her health and the baby, Rashta was answering all your questions happily with a heavy blush on her face before she left for her classes.

✣ Soon you would also visit Rashta to look after her baby, often looking after it while Rashta would catch up on her sleep, while you also treated Libbeti to dates and treated her as your real fiancee while hiding your hate and disgust under your mask.

✣ Soon Libbeti's coming of age ceremony was near and before doing anything you revealed to your parents that you were in love with another girl and that Libbeti wasn't in your interest anymore....Your parents understood about it and allowed you to annul your engagement with Libbeti, but only after she came of age.....

✣ You did so, until then you were spending a lot of time with Rashta while Libbeti was spending time with the empress, you were the largest noble of the empire and had a huge duchy, it was normal that you were able to get Libbeti to visit Navier earlier than her coming of age, because honestly they got along well.

✣ and Sooner or later, once you were helping Rashta put her son, Ian, to bed, when finally the little nugget fell asleep and it was far too late for you to be able to move yourself away and walk from this tiny cottage back to your estate, so you laid in Rashta's huge bed you gifted her...As you laid there, Rashta laid beside you as she carded her fingers through your hair, you both slowly leaned forward not realizing your actions, until your lips touched....

✣ You tried to annul your engagement with Libbeti, but her brother and father tried to blackmail you into saying that they knew Rashta's baby ws alive and they would very easily kill her, you knew Rashta's father had already paid off their debt and you had these all in a document, stolen by one of your spies...You still agreed

✣ When you reach home and in your bedroom, you told Rashta what happened, as right then and there Rashta pinned your down on your bed and kissed you, yet you didn't hate it and kissed her back and then the rest was history...

✣ you loved that night, and you did everything you could to slow down the wedding, until it was the night before your wedding and you couldn't do anything, as your worried thoughts took over your mind, you finally fell asleep but you weren't found in your room the next day...

✣ You woke up tied to a bed in a completely different room, until Rashta walked in with a tray of food, a huge knife and huge smile of her face, making you breathe a sigh of relief in secret...You weren't gonna let Rashta know this...

✣ As Rashta sat beside your bed and fed you the food, you asked her what she did this, to which Rashta got a scowl on her face and tears filled her eyes before she replied, "Cause I don't want you to marry that Bitch!" , "You mean Libetti?" , "DON'T SAY HER NAME!" Rashta yelled tears down her face and pout on her lips, while Rashta confessed her feelings to you and vented her emotions on everything, without her knowing you untied yourselves...

✣ You slowly sat up making sure Rashta was frightened and scared before gently putting your hands on her waist and asking her to lay down with you, she gently agreed before laying down and put her knife near her bedside table, as she sat there, you immediately pinned Rashta down with all your strength, and kissed her....

✣ Over the span of the next three weeks, you sent a letter to your family explaining you're okay and that you and Rashta were kidnapped and that you were planning on returning with her and it turns out this place was one of Rashta's cottages, she bought with her salaries, you were paying her a very generous amount and it was at the end of empire.

✣ You returned, showing the document s which said that Rashta's father's debt had been paid off and that she was no longer a slave and thus, you were also able to send the Viscount for a few years of prison for abuse, overdue of slavery and other things your trusted spies got out for you through evidences...

✣ You and Rashta ended up getting married and there weren't any rumors of Rashta being a slave and if there were any, they were dissipated very quickly. You adopted a girl who looked similar to you and Rashta a few years after raising Ahn!

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[sevikasmainwhore]

hi tink tink!!

how do u think the arcane ladies would react to seeing their thick gf in booty shorts? it’s getting so hot here it’s hard to wear anything else

btw i luv ur writing 💕

please cause it’s hotter than a mf out here 😭 omg yes please keep using tink tink, it’s so cute and makes me feel special 💝💝

Arcane Ladies reacting to your booty shorts ♥︎

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Headcanons❥

❤️ Vi knew it was getting hot. It was doubt in that so when she first saw you in your shorts she couldn’t blame you. Until she started noticing you in them a bit more. How your thighs made the perfect bulge, how they made your ass look nice and round. Vi could’ve sworn she felt a little bit of drool out the corner of her mouth. You were getting a popsicle from the freezer when Vi came from behind you, claiming she wanted a “hug”. “Vi stop, it’s hot baby” You complained. You could feel her hands lowering down your ass. “Let me cool you down a bit” Vi did not in fact cool you down at all.

💙 Caitlyn was in disbelief really. Of course it was over 80° outside so she really didn’t think too much of it. She’d stare anytime you’d walk by her. Always have the urge to grab your ass, like it was just staring at her. Of course she’d be respectful and keep her hands to herself. Because they were so short a bit of your ass would peek out and Caitlyn couldn’t help herself. You were laying down on a blanket in the living room in front of the fan when Caitlyn came from behind you just planted her head on your ass. Like it was a pillow. “Caitlyn, it’s hot” “That’s not my problem” You scoffed “Get off” She nuzzled up more “Do I have too?” You let out an exaggerated breath. She wasn’t getting up anytime soon so might as well just let her stay.

💛 Mel had actually taken a day off her counselor duties to take a trip to a private pool area she thought you’d like. Everything was going well. Bags were packed and ready and she had her swimsuit on underneath a covering. But when she saw you in your shorts, she was at a loss of words. “You ready??” You ask, so happily. “Yea…” For the whole day, Mel couldn’t stop staring. How your ass just peeks out of the shorts, How you took your sweet time, prancing around the pool before actually getting in. You were probably doing this on purpose because you could feel her eyes on you. Whenever you walked you made sure to sway your hips because you knew you’d get something out of her.

🧡 Grayson knew you had a fat ass. She also knew that it was getting hotter by the minute so when she’s home just enjoying her day and you happen to walk by with your shorts on and a tank top she didn’t think too much of it. Until she started noticing how your ass pokes out of them every time you bend down, or even when you’re putting them on and she’s just watching you jump to pull you then up. If it wasn’t already how outside she’d be burning up already. “You like em’? I made them out of some old pants I wasn’t wearing” Grayson chuckled “You look absolutely delicious, would you wear those for me again?” She pulls you by your waist in for a hug. You couldn’t help be flustered at her words. “Grayson, it’s hot” “Oh well”

🤎 Ambessa was a very intimidating, powerful women. You wouldn’t think she’d think or look at you in such a way. But she’s only human so when you came out of the bedroom in your shorts and a tank top she was speechless. It was a hot day in her kingdom so it was only right for you wear something that revealing, she just won’t let you leave anywhere in it. You tried walking her out the door and she stopped you halfway out. “That’s far enough” You huff and pout. “I wanna walk you out” “Not in those in your not” You looked down at your outfit confused. “Amby, it’s hot” “Yes, but that’s for me and me only” She was referring to your ass. You could tell from her voice and with that she left you feeling all hotter then before.

💜 Sevika had actually made you a pair out of some pants that were a bit too tight on her. She didn’t think they’d fit so tight on you though. You were getting ready to go out with Sevika when she stopped you half way out the bedroom door. “What’s wrong?” You asked her. It was a really hot day i’m the Undercity, hotter than usual, and it was only right you wore the shorts today with a tube top and nice crop top jacket. Sevika didn’t think so though. “You’re not leaving like that, at least not without me doing something about it” You wasn’t sure what she meant but leaving the house with hickeys and love bites all over your thighs and neck wasn’t what you had planned.

🤍 Cassandra had taken off a few days because of how hot it was. She’d stay at home with you and cool off, laying on the couch or even sitting in a chair reading a book while a fan blasted on her. You’d come in with her with ice cream in your shorts and a shirt she gifted you. She lost all her focus. She couldn’t stay on one sentence anymore. She’s glance up from her book and she you with a spoon full of ice cream and your legs propped up on the couch. You were showing a lot. She kept her composure or at least she tried too. “Y/n, could you bring me some too?” She asked so sweetly and you obliged. She didn’t really want any she just wanted to watch you walk away and how your ass poked out of them. She didn’t feel guilty about it at all.

💟 Renata liked the way they squeezed you. It was a hot but chill day in the Undercity and Renata was having the best day of her life. Just watching you walk around doing things she asked you too. It was like a game to her but it wasn’t fun at all too you. “Can you bring me that file from my desk?” “A drink of water please.” And so on. It was tiring and you were sick of it but being able to watch your ass bounce and poke out of your shorts made Renata the luckiest women alive. Of course she did make it up to you by just letting you rest, bringing you your own cold beverage and even letting you nap in front of an electric fan, but she’d never tell you why she had you doing all that.

𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀 ⇢ Do they eat ass?

𝗩𝗶 ⇢ Yes

𝗖𝗮𝗶𝘁 ⇢ No

𝗠𝗲𝗹 ⇢ 50/50

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 ⇢ No

𝗔𝗺𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮 ⇢ Yes

𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 ⇢ 50/50

𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮 ⇢ No

𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮 ⇢ Yes

note: my body just shuts down every time it’s too hot. the amby nickname is so cute to me. 50/50 means either they’ll do it on a really good day or other times they won’t do it.

#☞ shhhh #❥ arcane hc’s #vi x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x reader #mel x reader #enforcer grayson x reader #ambessa x reader #sevika x reader #cassandra x reader #renata glasc x reader

[aquilamage]

I haven’t been insane about Vi enough lately so time to pour out some random thoughts. free association thinking time:

been thinking about her “It's my savings. I wanna be rich, okay? So I can travel, eat well, buy cool stuff… So no one can say I can't do something!” And none of the following will really be insightful or revelatory because it’s just what she says here but. yeah! that’s vi! the main reason she’s so big on money is because she has to be to get what she wants out of life! it’s what lets her say no to people telling her what to do, and that’s important to her because she has no choice but to be independent and support herself. because no one else will. No one at the Hive had anything positive or supportive to say about her being an explorer until she went out and did it (to a ridiculously successful degree, too. I have to wonder if/how it might’ve differed if she was on a regular accomplishment level team. not the one leading them all to the mission to the Hive). she never had a choice not to be. I could also see that being a little part of why she starts out not really being a teamwork person. past experiences have taught her she can’t rely on anyone else for support. (does make me wonder about what if she’d met Chubee before leaving the Hive. obviously she still would’ve left, but how might even a bit of support have changed other things?)

I feel like we don’t talk about the fact that The Beemerang Is Also Knives enough

ok so at one point there was this post talking about people with money and how it affects their life like. if you can afford to get a nanny then you can only do the fun parts of childcare and when you stop feeling like taking care of the kid you can just hand them to someone else to take them away. and again likely not especially revelatory but I would guess that’s the kind of way queen bianca handled the bees as her daughters (she does care about them. absolutely. but not in the same hands-on attached way as we usually associate with parents) and thinking about how that kind of treatment would then apply to vi....hm

in universes where discussions of Gender and Pronouns etc happen I think she has moments where she gets frustrated with the everything of Being Referred To and Having Complicated Identity She Hasn’t Quite Figured Yet and is like. gender is cancelled how dare you refer to me. but especially anyone else calls me a girl ever i will be stabbing them

also I think a lot about what circumstances she finds out about gayness/Gender being things. and whether she’s thought about it in herself before and whether she’d been dismissed on it/told it wasn’t a thing etc. most circumstances she ends up angry about the finding out times because of (un)consicious internal conflict stuff

underground tavern stuff implies she was definitely doing quests and stuff for money with them precanon. would kill to know what specifically it was. but also the first talk with utter implies that she was doing stuff off that questboard as well which is even more intriguing. utter’s spy also implies you don’t have to be an explorer to do them but otherwise you would think you did I feel. so again very curious what was up there

#inspired by that girl blorbos post and also me trying to think about where in the game they drop facts and such about precanon stuff w her #the urge to try and fic about the stuff between her leaving the hive and showing up at the association....strong again #'the hive didn't do anything' my ass. vi might have also been a jerk but it's just that she was the more obvious #easily labeled incident version of it. she was active while her treatment was the subtle passive neglect type of bad treatment #complex situation and also. yeah #an aquila original #vi bug fables #bug fables #also featuring funky gender lesbian stuff because thats not even headcanon. to me #hopefully the reasoning out stuff doesn't just come out like a load of nonsense #vi's one of those characters where I definitely feel comfortable in writing her on a basic level but some parts I'm super insecure about #and the part with her is in really capturing the complexities of her backstory and family issues #and the thing is it's like. I have to remind myself that some parts of how canon did her on that are actually decent #and I should pay attention to those complexities. but then also canon definitely did some of their 'this hasn't really been earned' #resolution stuff on her. mostly thinking about the postcanon dialogue with Bianca. it's jsut too much of a jump for that for me #and it's not even that I necessarily think bianca's dialogue is out of character. it's that I'm contemplating whether it would've #made more sense for vi to get angry about it. like. #ok so. sometimes i think about what coming out to my family might be like. and I've come to the conclusion that if they were just accepting #despite the fact that it would be best case scenario I'd be angry about it. because they've said some shitty stuff in the past. in general #they've made me feel unsafe about myself. so no actually you don't get to just suddenly be chill about it now fuck you. #it doesn't change the past hurts #and I could see Vi being like that too. even if part of her is happy about getting what she wanted to start with she's pissed about #only getting it now. with a side helping of also wondering if the approval /now/ is only because she's been so successful about it #what if she hadn't been so specially favored by elizant? what if she hadn't been on the team that saved the world? why did she (maybe) have #to earn the approval she should've had from the start? #also not gonna get into this one right now but tweaking her story with jaune to acknowledge that theyre both at fault in different ways #(again). would be nice #but now I'm definitely veering into repeating myself type rambling territory so

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

January recap

Note: Sorry this recap is so late. School has been kicking my ass. It has been hard to do anything other then school and sleep right now.

Ellie Williams:

𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 @sonderessence Summary: she only needs you when she's strung off drugs & alcohol. Warnings: Angst, Drug Use Special Tag: None Smut: No

Dumb Summary: Drug dealer Ellie likes when you play dumb. Warnings: Drug Use Special Tag: None Smut: Yes

INVISIBLE STRING THEORY @total-dxmure Summary: After losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting Ellie Williams Warnings: PTSD, Panic Attacks, Mention of Death. Special Tag: Veteran Au, Muitl-Chapter Smut: Yes

Look What You Started. @r3starttt Summary: Ellie is scarily overreactive of you. Warnings: Murder, Bullying Special Tag: College Au, Muitl-Chapter, Dark Smut: Yes

single hot lesbians in your area looking to fuck! @destructive-path Summary: You have a online hook up with Ellie Warnings: None Special Tag: Dirty Smut: Yes

When I was your girl. @hunnylagoon Summary: You and fell in love as nobodies and fell out of love in the limelight. Now you are forced to deal with ghosts who haunt you like a melody. Warnings: Angst, Brake up Special Tag: Singer AU Smut: No

In my room @nyctophiliq Summary: Didn’t your parents tell you to never leave the doors or windows open? Warnings: Rape, Braking and Entering Special Tag: Dark Smut: Yes

Your sister knows best @nyctophiliq Summary: You get a new boyfriend, but Ellie just can’t take the idea of you with someone else. Warnings: Dub-Con, Incest Special Tag: Dark Smut: Yes

BEYOND SALVAGE @angelsforthenight Summary: you’re somebody that’s virtuous, staying in an all girls catholic boarding school. fallen victim to the vast fear of god, you try your hardest not to sin. however what happens when an embarrassing incident catches a certain rogue girl’s attention — who absolutely reeks of sin? Warnings: Religion Special Tag: School AU Smut: None

Abby Anderson

vengeance @atomicami Summary: You’re tired of dealing with your boyfriend’s awful habits. when he ends up crossing the line with you one day, you decide to get back at him, and your not-so-innocent roommate has the perfect way to do it. Warnings: Cheating Special Tag: Video Sex Smut: Yes

Little lamb @mizukiramman Summary: You need to let go of your sins and repent, but only reverend mother Abigail can help you with that. Warnings: Religion Special Tag: Cult Au, Dark, Dirty Smut: Yes

Tripping Over @nyctophiliq Summary:  “a glass full of tension, tips over in time” Warnings: None Special Tag: Dom Reader Smut: Yes

Meant to be yours @nyctophiliq Summary:  “YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART, CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED.” Warnings: Toxic Relationship Special Tag: Jock Au, Dark Smut: Yes

Mizu

Unknown Dances @her-stargirl Summary: Mizu has culture shock while also having to attempt to fit in, however she ends up making a friend at a noble ball. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Smut: No

oversimulated @biibini Summary: Reader get overwhelmed by the pleasure she’s receiving but Mizu just pulling her close. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Smut: Yes

Jinx

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter Smut: No

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

Vi

Bottoms Up @sleepyangelkami Summary: vampire!reader hasn't been able to drink blood in what felt like forever. luckily for her, vi's there with open arms and an outstretched wrist. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff Smut: No

Personal Trainer @angelltheninth Summary: Vi is your personal trainer Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff Smut: No

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

#x reader #reading fanfiction #reading list #reading recommendations #fanfic recommendation

[peach-the-owl]

Hey! So ummm, I have a bit of a weird request… I don’t know if you know what League of Legends: Arcane is (if you don’t I highly recommend watching it it’s amazing!) And I was wondering if you could write something like Vi Jinx and Ekko finding a child and taking them in? Idk, I haven’t seen a lot of fics like that and I am absolutely in love with your writing style, but I totally understand if you don’t want to

I love Arcane! I’ve rewatched it like soooo many times. I’ll admit, this is defiantly different from what I normally do, but I’m willing to give it a shot at least. Although I apologize in advance if it turns out badly… 😅

Taking You In

Vi, Jinx, Ekko & Child!Reader

(I’ll say this takes place maybe a year or two before the events from the timeskip, if that makes sense)

Warning: Themes of child neglect, abandonment and abuse are present, please read with caution (if there’s anything else I might’ve missed please let me know)

Vi

You may have pushed your luck a little too far this time, but that dumb guard deserved it. You glare at the ground as you’re basically being dragged along the guards saying something about not wanting to waste extra space just for your punishment. Finally arriving at a cell, you’re a little confused when a guard exits it but don’t have time to question why as you’re tossed inside.

“Enjoy your new punching bag.” One scoffs as he walks away, you knew he was talking about you as you brace yourself for whatever happens next. You’re surprised when they start talking to you.

“So now they’re keeping kids here too? Geez, you look a lot younger then I was when they brought me in.” You look up at the pink haired girl, she defiantly looked like she’s seen better days, having a black and bloody eye and busted up lip. “So what are you in for?” She asks, you don’t say anything, unsure how to respond. “What? Don’t like talking?” It sounded like she was mocking you with her tone, but you couldn’t be sure. You slump to the ground, bringing your knees up to your chest as you try not to cry.

“Hey.” Her sudden softer tone draws your attention, seeing her shuffle a bit closer. “Are you alright?”

“Wh-what do you care?” You manage to say, and try as you might to sound tough you couldn’t hide the shake in your voice.

“I know how it feels to be mistreated, I’m here for something I didn’t even do. They dragged me away before I… never mind.” She sighs, a looking worried or scared about something when she finally sits down across from you.

“I bit a guard.” Now you’re the one pulling her attention, raising a questioning eyebrow. “I’ve been here for a while. All the guards are jerks and keep pushing me around, so I bit one of their hands hard and now I’m here.” You explain. It goes silent between the two of you until you hear quiet chuckles that quickly grow louder.

“Not bad kid, not bad.” She adjusts herself into a better sitting position and extends her hand towards you. “Call me Vi.” She introduces. After a second you hesitantly accept the handshake.

“I’m (y/n).” You greet back, feeling just a slight bit more comfortable.

“Really? From what I can tell you’re more of a Spitfire.” Vi half-jokes, you playfully stick your tongue out at her with a glare. “See, I knew I was right.”

Despite your bleak situation, the both of you had found a new reason to smile.

Jinx

You sit back and twiddle your thumbs trying to think of something to do, sitting around in one area could get boring really fast but you didn’t really know where else to go either. A loud BOOM pulls your attention over to people stuttering away from a blue hired girl twirling one of her braids in one hand and lightly tossing a small device in the other. She spots you and struts over to where your sitting, you stare up at her curiously.

“Well, hiya.” She greets with a large smile.

“Hello!” You greet her back with a smile of your own. She tilts her head at you curiously, you copy her, she tilts her head to the other side and agin you copy her. This causes her to chuckle a little.

“Most people who see me usually run the other way.” She comments, dispute the happy tone there was a slight shake in her voice.

“Why would people do that? You look fun!” You beam at her, completely forgetting about the people who ran away earlier. She seems surprised by your words, but quickly bounced back with a sly grin.

“Well thank you, I think I’m plenty of fun too. Here, why don’t you try?” She hands you the small device she was playing with earlier. You look over the little doohickey tracing your finger along the painted lines. “All you have to do is pull this pin and throw.” She points to the pin holding the divides “mouth” in place. You give it a big tug and it springs to life making a chattering sound, following her instructions you toss it as hard as you can, watching it skid across the ground a bit before it suddenly explodes a colourful cloud of smoke trailing behind. Your eyes sparkle in wonder at the display.

“That was so cool! Can we do that again?” You ask, looking at her expectantly. Her own eyes light up at your excitement.

“Yes! But first I wanna know something, why are you here all by yourself? What, did someone just… heh… drop you off and leave you like weren’t worth their time anymore? Hehe…” There was a mix of curiosity and nervousness mixed together, though not exactly directed at you.

“I don’t know, my mama and papa leave me here a lot when they’re busy and don’t come back for a long time, if that’s what you mean.” You say a bit too casually. The girl frowns for a second but brightens up again as she picks you up. “Whoa! What are you doing?” You look at her confused.

“You wanted to see more cool explosions right? So I’m taking you with me.” She says matter-of-factly.

“I do! But I’m not supposed to go with strangers.” You deflate a little.

“Well, my name’s… Jinx. What’s yours?” She looks back at you with a side smile.

“I’m (y/n)!” You chirp happily.

“See, now we aren’t strangers anymore and you can come with me.” Jinx states proudly. You nod in agreement and let her carry you away.

You were just glad you had more excitement in your life. As for Jinx, a part of her preyed she wouldn’t mess this one up.

Ekko

You limp as far from home as you could ignoring any pain you felt, stupid Shimmer making things so much worse then they already were. Once you feel you’re far enough you sink to the ground to catch your breath, coughing a little as the air felt thicker here. There’s murmuring a short distance away that gets louder as whoever’s talking approaches your location. You shuffle closer to the wall and use any trash nearby as cover from the mystery person, listening in on what they’re saying.

“We need to be fast and strategic about this. Catching this dealer should put a dent in Shimmer distribution, but we can’t…” You leaned over to hear what was being but end up leaning too far, causing your trash over to topple over and expose you. You stare in shock at the pile then slowly turn your head upward to look at several masked figures staring back at you, one steps closer making you cower away.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. We’re not going to hurt you.” He says calmly holding a hand out for you. After a moment of not seeing any hostile movements from any of them you hesitantly take his hand, letting him help you to your feet and instantly noticing your limp. “Are you okay kid, that injury doesn’t look too good.”

“I’ll… I’ll be okay, just need to rest a little.” You mumble.

“How did this happen to you?” He asks, kneeling down to match your height. You shuffle awkwardly in place, not really wanting to answer. “It’s alright, I want to help.” He takes off his mask letting you see his face and looks at you with gentle eyes. “I’m Ekko, this is my crew,” he gestures to the people behind him who give a short wave. “What’s your name, kid?” You take few breaths to calm yourself.

“I’m… (y/n).” You finally say. “Umm you-you said something about Shimmer dealers?” You ask looking at him curiously. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I did. You know anything about that?” Ekko questions.

“A little. My uhhh, my dad sometimes makes me pick up his… orders…” You admit, unsure why you’re telling these people this. Ekko’s face twists in disgust, not aimed at you.

“Is that why you’re hurt? Did he do this to you?” His firm tone makes you tense and shrink a little, seeing this he softens his expression. “Hey, it’s alright. We want to and put a stop to this once and for all, you could help us.” You stare at him questioningly. “You had to collect from these dealer before, right? So you could help us identify them.” He explains.

“I don’t know… they aren’t very good people…” You shudder at the memories.

“Don’t worry, from now on, we’re here to protect you.” Ekko promises, once again offering you a hand. There was something about these people that you couldn’t help but feel safer around, especially Ekko, so with a bit more confidence then before you place your hand in his. Ekko lifts you into his arms, reliving the pressure on your injured leg, adjusting you so he could carry you with one arm and signal his group to continue.

You were both nervous and hopeful to what new future awaited you.

That’s all for now, what did you guys think? Should I write more for Arcane? I’m curious what you think 😁

#arcane #league of legends arcane #arcane x reader #arcane vi #vi x reader #arcane ekko #ekko x reader #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #nothing romantic here

[i-willstealyourtoes]

HIIII!! I wanted to request something for Ninjago since I saw you're requests were open!!

So basically PLATONIC hcs where the ninja have a younger sibling who is the reader(gn!) and the reader has tiny anger issues and during a mission their anger gets out if control and they accidentally hurt someone. So its up to the ninja to calm down their younger sibling so they don't do more harm. They can be related or just a big sibling figure for the reader!

OKAY THATS KINDA IT I TRIED MAKING IT AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE REMEMBER TO GET SOME REST AND YOU ARE LOVED❤️❤️❤️🦙

This is my first Ninjago request pls wish me luck fr-

Idk if you wanted Nya too but I didn't include her bc I feel like I've already taken too long on this 😔

Ninjas with a sibling with anger issues

Kai

- Totally gets the whole anger thing

- I mean, have you seen this man

- Especially if it's early on in the show he definitely relates to just giving into the feeling

- So he'd probably keep a hand on your shoulder and hold you back

- "Hey, kid? Maybe, just, take a breather, okay?"

- If you push past him and hurt someone, he'd definitely be more stern about it and pull you back before you do anything else

- "Hey! That's not how we do things (Y/n)!"

- He usually calls you by any sort of teasing nickname, but he needs to be serious about this if you're harming someone who doesn't deserve it

- He knows you don't mean it, but it doesn't change the fact that you still did it

- As your all going home, he'd probably give you a talk

- "Listen, I- I get it okay? I totally do."

- After talking to you, he'd probably be the one to hold your wrist (gently) and keep you from doing anything rash

Zane

- Takes notes on what triggers your anger and makes sure to try avoid it or hold you back

- Also takes notes on what calming techniques work and what doesn't

- The first time it happens and you hurt someone he'd try verbally communicate with you

- "(Y/n), this isn't right. Why don't you step back and talk to me?"

- Outside of battles, he's probably trying to help you overcome your anger

- If you're willing, he'd be more than happy to just take some time trying to figure out ways for you to work through your anger issues

- He's very happy to see any progress!! Even just a little bit :)

- "It took approximately 4 seconds longer than usual for you to get mad. That's progress..! :]"

Cole

- Definitely gets shocked the first time you get mad

- "WOAH, HEY! (Y/N), STOP-!"

- He'd hold you by the shoulder gently and try calm you down

- As you're going home, he'd try get you to explain what got you mad

- "Listen, if we understand what made you mad, maybe next time we could try avoid it?"

- He kind of understands where you're coming from too?

- I mean he gets mad too so

- Would join Zane in trying to train you to handle it better

- Next time, he's definitely keeping an eye on you during battle to see if you've made any progress + to make sure you don't hurt someone again

- "Hey, nice work kid, you didn't get mad this time!"

Lloyd

- I mean he was quite an angry kid when he was young, so he understands the frustration

- If you're the same age he was in the first season he can totally empathise

- "Hey, hey, it's okay (Y/n), I get it.. I mean, when I was a kid I was just like you...!"

- Obviously it wasn't okay for you to hurt someone but in the heat of the moment it can change your thought process

- And he understands that fully

- If you ever feel overly guilty he's always there to give you a pat on the shoulder and tell you it's okay

- He will absolutely give high-fives if you make any progress at all

- "Hey! That's great kid, you're doing better than I did when I was your age."

- (Why is he speaking like he's 70 💀)

Jay

- Probably gets really worried when you hurt someone and kind of doesn't know how to react initially?

- He'd probably let the others be the first responders, and then he'd help after

- If you were feeling panicked or guilty after the mission, you don't now :)

- He'd just bring out a video game to play or do something with you and try to support you

- "Hey, so... I just wanted to let you know that it's not your fault; I mean, we all get like that sometimes, you know?"

- If anything bad happens while on mission, he's there to reassure you

- "Hey, don't worry, you'll get it next time (Y/n)..!"

- He's confident that you can handle it next time :)

#x reader #ninjago x reader #ninjago #x reader headcanons #headcanons #jay ninjago #kai ninjago #cole ninjago #zane ninjago #lloyd ninjago

[maventheforgotten]

I hate so many characters in the Red Queen series. I understand it's a book (and these are fictional characters) and absolutely no hate to the author it's an amazing series, but on like a personal real-life I hate them. To anyone who doesn't want to hear how I hate a specific character, you can skip their part. Also understand these are my OPINIONS and understanding of the characters if you disagree you are free to tell me but understand I have the right to disagree with you as well.

Anabel Lerolan grandmother to both Cal and Maven and my absolute least favorite character. She makes me so mad mainly because she makes no attempts to save Maven from his mother. Anabel knew and saw what Elara did to Coriane and hated her for it but yet when Elara shows signs of doing the same thing to Maven she looked at Maven as Elaras son, not her grandchild who was being forced at such a young age to go through the same pains that caused the death of an adult women then has the aducaity to blame Maven for everything that happened.

Julian Jacos is next on this list for much the same reason. He saw what was happening but viewed Maven as the son of Elara instead of a boy who needed someone to step in much as his sister did. I understand why it would have been hard especially after Elara cut out Sara's tongue but even spending time with Maven making sure he understood he wasn't alone was all he needed to do. (This part goes with Anabel as well.)

Evangeline Samos just annoys me because I think she's a self-centered, selfish brat who can only get over herself when family or her girlfriends are involved. She did have some character development at the end but for me it was to late for her to be saved.

Mare Barrow is riding in the same boat as Evangeline but on a whole other level. I despise her to put it simply. In the beginning, she is obnoxious, self-centered, and blankly disregards the feelings of others for whatever she believes to be right. She also has attention seeking behavior and throws a fit when it doesn't go how she wants it. The main example I see of this is when Cal chose the crown. There has been a major debate on this sceen and what he was thinking but for my stand point I don't seem him chosing the crown just to be King but I see him chosing the crown to be HER king. When Cal tries to explain his reasoning to Mare, she refuses to accept and leaves. She had the right to be upset with his decision but not to claim she was not enough for him.

Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII I don't have much to say about. I don't hate him. I just felt he had a right to be added to the list. I think he's okay, and he's trying his best to be a good person despite what he grew up around. I don't like that he ignored the signs he saw from Maven and Elara's relationship, but he was just the prince and a kid for most of it, and at least he never gave up on Maven.

Tiberias Calore VI we didn't see much of but I have no love for him. He was depicted as a drunk and neglective father who was to caught up in the loss of Coriane to really pay attention to either of his sons and obviously favored Cal the son of his late wife. I do think he loved Maven he just didn't know how to be a father to someone that wasn't Coriane's son.

Elara Merandus is a bitch and I hate her. She was mentally abusive and hurtful to Maven from a young age. She manipulated his views of his family members and made him dependent on her and deserved her death. I don't have anything else to say on her.

None of this makes anything Maven did right or any less his fault. I'm just saying at all of these character except Cal and sometimes Mare want to throw all the blame on Maven. It's not just his fault- someone should have done something to help him before it got out of hand. This was all a rant I had to my friend and just felt like letting the internet know about. Remember these are OPINIONS- so it's cool to disagree but be respectful and know I didn't see the book the same way you did.

#maven calore #anabel lerolan #tiberias calore #tiberias vii calore #evangeline samos #elara merandus #mare barrow #red queen #I hate these people #Sorry not sorry if you like them

[sf447da]

What a Tease (Elasticgirl Tf)

You always knew Violet could be a tease. Since moving in together, she loved knowing she could get a rise out of you with the things she did like purposely walking around the house with minimal clothing or rubbing up against you, gently cupping the bulge in your pants and giving it a playful fondle. Today was no exception. As you woke up, the two of you having the entire day off, you noticed the sound and smell of breakfast being prepared downstairs.

You descended the staircase, still groggy from the night before. 

"Good morning, babe!" Said Vi, flipping an omelet in the pan over the stove. She was wearing your flannel and nothing else, a sight that surely got your morning wood standing at extra attention.

She walked around and handed you part of the breakfast she had already prepared for you, orange juice with toast and bacon. As she walked away, you found yourself admiring her every curve and noticing she looked extra...limber? Maybe even shiny this morning. You shrugged it off as just a figment of your imagination as neither of those adjectives would even make sense as accurate observations.

"Oh! Damn." Vi said as she accidentally dropped your omelet, reaching down to pick it up and throw it away. 

You couldn't tell if this was intentionally done but as she bent over, you didn't care. Her supple ass now high in the air, it was almost as if it were unusually high as she presented it to you, shaking it side to side a few times before standing back up and looking back at you.

"Oops! hehe. Good thing I stretched this morning!" She said with a wink before taking herself over to the cabinet where the pots and pans were.

You doubted she would ever have found your elastigirl porn on your laptop and even more doubtful was that she could do anything about it and yet, you imagination was running wild. Then, it happened.

As Violet was reaching down to grab another pan, you saw her body stretch and elongate in ways that were absolutely inconceivable in the reality you were accustomed to. Her torso stretched down as she reached to grab another pan, her bare ass stretching with her legs to lift it even higher and...slightly bigger. She let out a delighted moan as she looked at you, still stretched out beyond belief.

"Of course...I could always use a little help stretching more today. What do you say, babe? After breakfast you can see how bendy I really am!" Vi said with a wink, knowing you were enjoying every moment of her teasing and having a perfect view of your throbbing erection to match.

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[rott3nc0re]

The Artist & The Freak

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iv. Head Over Heels

warnings: smut!, protected sex (ya gotta wrap it before ya tap it kids), missionary, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, foul language, eddie just being hot and soft at the same time <3

a/n: guys the way i was so excited to write and post this chapter 🤭

other chapters: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x

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Even while sleeping, she still dreamed about what happened last night. She kept feeling that hand on her waist but her mind wandered somewhere else. It was her on her back, him on top as he was kissing her neck. Soft little moans slipped from her mouth as she grind her hips up to meet with his. “So needy, Sinclair” he made marks on her neck, her hand tugging his hair. He pulled away and looked down at her, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart” and before anything can happen, she woke up by a constant noise coming from inside the house. She groaned, the ache from between her legs not going away anytime soon. The noise kept going, causing her to get up to see what was happening.

With an slight annoyed expression on her face, she walked downstairs. “What the hell, Munson?” she said annoyingly, seeing a bunch of pots and pans out in the kitchen. He heard her and his playful smile appeared. “Hey, sorry that I woke you up. I just wanted to make breakfast for us, well for you specially”. Her face relaxed after hearing that, admiring him that he’s putting an effort to cook something for her. She sighed, “Eddie,” and giggled at him.

“What were you trying to make?”

“Pancakes”

“And do you how to make them?”

“Not really, no”

She smiled, a huge one as she got a bowl. “Let’s make some together, if that’s okay with you?”

“Absolutely”

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Although the kitchen was slightly a mess, the two of them still had fun making breakfast together. After eating, she took care of herself in the bathroom, getting ready for another day in hiding. She came back downstairs to find Eddie in the living room watching whatever was on tv. She heard the walkie-talkie static coming from her bag and went straight towards it. “Hey” she answered back.

“You guys are okay? Need anything?”

“We’re good, Steve. How about you guys? Found out anything about Vecna?”

“We kinda have a lot to catch up on but uh, we caught up with Nancy and told her what’s been happening. And it turns out that someone else got murdered, the same way Chrissy did”

Steve explained, her mouth felt like it was sewed shut. “Leo? You there?”

“Yeah, yeah i’m here that was just a lot to take in”

“Yeah, but I gotta go. We’re doing more investigation stuff” the last part made her giggle because of how he sounded annoyed. “Alright detective Harrington, stay safe and tell everyone to stay safe too. Love you lots”

“Love you too, and you two stay safe too. Don’t forget to ring me when something happens”

And with that they said their goodbyes and placed the antenna down. She slipped it back in her bag and went into to the living room where Eddie was. “What are you watching?” she sat next to him, turning her head to the tv. “Dunno, it was just on so I left whatever this is on” she giggled at that. She laid her head on his shoulder, kinda catching him by surprise. But he gave in and wrapped his arm around her, indulging her in a cuddle. She looked down at his fingers and started playing with his rings.

“Where’d you get these from?”

“I stole them from my uncle a first years ago” he said nonchalantly. She pulled back and looked at him, raising her eyebrows. “What?” he chuckled at her.

“You stole them from your uncle?”

“Yeah”

“Why?”

“Cause he told me that he was gonna give them to me one day but he was taking forever to give them to me”

“So you stole them?!”

“Yeah! Look i’m a little impatient when it comes to some stuff” she laughed at that, kinda understanding him in a way. “I get it but you could’ve ask, Eds” the new nickname threw him off a little but he liked it. “Too late now” he shrugged. “You like ‘em?” he asked her as she continued playing with the rings. “Yeah, they’re really cool” she responded as she looked up at him. His eyes were sparkling on its own, something she’s never seen before but god were they pretty to look at. “Yeah? You wanna try ‘em on?” he asked her with a little smile. “You see my fingers? They’re not gonna fit” she laughed.

“C’mon, you gotta see if they look good on your fingers or not”

“Alright, okay fine” she gave in and agreed, taking each ring off of his hands. She placed them on her slender fingers and cracked up as she saw the size difference. “They look good!” Eddie said excitedly, laughing with her. “No, they’re really big on my fingers” she chuckled as she took them off and gave them back to him.

She laid down on his lap, her head on his lap and the rest of her body on the couch. His legs were spread as his left arm was on top of the couch and his right arm was on the arm of the couch. He looked down at her, smiling down at her. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he said softly, stroking her cheek softly. “Just thinking about how you’re probably the coolest person i’ve ever dated” she smiled up at him. “Yeah? I thought our first date sucked” he playfully rolled his eyes, getting her to giggle. “No, our first date was amazing. Even if we were just in a boathouse and talking, I still loved it” no words could explain how happy that made him. He truly found a girl who actually liked him, didn’t find him weird or a “freak” and didn’t find him as a murder. He just smiled down at her, stroking her cheek again. “Well it sounds like you wanna go on that second date to the Upside Down?” he asked her, his hand now resting on her hip. “Maybe our second date could be here, tonight?” she suggested, looking up at him. Their fingers were laced together as his right hand was still on her hip, rubbing soft small circles on it.

“And what would we do tonight?”

“We can have dinner” he liked the sound of that.

“Can I make it?”

“Absolutely not, Munson” she laughed at that, a fake gasp coming from him. “C’mon, I can try to make something for us” he put on a fake pout for her, getting her to giggle.

“You really wanna try?”

“Yeah, I really do”

“Alright, but I swear if you burn the house down-“

“I won’t! I swear”

She smiled at him and reached up to give him a peck on the tip of his nose. “Well whatever you’re making, i’m excited to eat it” and he blushed, squeezing her hip softly.

“Good, cause i’ll be kinda hurt if you wasn’t”.

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Eddie looked through each cabinet in the kitchen only to find two cans of ravioli. “Yeah,” he scoffed, picking up the cans and looking at them, “you’ll do” and closed the cabinets. The sun was setting and while Eddie made dinner for them, Cleo was at the dinner table sketching. There was radio on the table, deciding to put it on. Running Up That Hill was the song that played and decided to keep it on as she was sketching. She was humming the lyrics, dancing a little in her chair as well. “You finished yet, Munson?” she shouted above the music to get his attention. “Almost, pretty girl!” he shouted back. She was surprised to not smell anything burning or an alarm going off. She looked up to see Eddie coming towards her with two plates for him and her. He set it down in front of her as she placed her sketchbook to the side. “Well thank you kind sir” she said in an awful fake British accent. “Of course, m’lady” he returned the same energy back.

“Canned ravioli? Not bad”

“It was the only thing I can find here”

She smiled and started eating with him. She turned down the volume a little bit on the radio so they could talk and hear each other.

“You got a favorite song?” she asked him. “Not my favorite song but the first song I learned on electric guitar was Dazed and Confused” he smiled at her. “Really? That’s so cool!” he loved how she got. “Yeah but, I overplayed it too much and got sick of it. So did my uncle” he chuckled. “How about you? You got a favorite song, Sinclair?” he asked her. Coincidentally, her favorite song started playing right as he asked the question. She squealed and turned up the volume (not too loud though) and got up. “I’m assuming this is your favorite song?” he chuckled her. “Yeah! I’ve been nonstop playing Head Over Heels ever since last year” she said as she was dancing. She smiled and turned to him, holding out her hand.

“Come dance with me, Eds”

“I don’t know how to”

“It’s okay, we’re just gonna be slow dancing”

“Like we’re at prom or a somethin’?”

“Yeah! Come on, it’ll be fun”

He shrugged and took her hand. She pulled him in and she placed her arms around his neck as his hands rested on her hips. That familiar feeling from yesterday sunk in, her blushing and smiling up at him. He was enjoying this, not really slowing dancing with someone before but he seemed to enjoy it with her. She sung most of the lyrics and she sounded so pretty to him. He loved her voice and so much so to where he was just staring at down at her.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Just the thought of kissing you right now”

Her eyes widened, her heart sunk and her cheeks grew hot. But she gained some confidence from nowhere and looked deep into his eyes. “Then kiss me” she said softly and before she knew it, their lips were on each other’s. She stood more on her tippy toes as their lips perfectly molded together. His hands went down to the back of her thighs, slightly tapping on them to lift her up. He carried her up to the bedroom, the sound of the song ending softly getting lower and lower as they traveled upstairs.

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He gently placed her on the bed, breaking away from the kiss to look down at her. “Hi” she smiled at him, her hand was resting in his as he kissed it while looking at her. “Hi, pretty girl” and he went back to kissing her, but the kiss becoming needy and passionate. “Eddie” she mumbled in the kiss and pulling away. “Yeah?” he looked so pretty with the dim lights in the room. “I might be head over heels for you” she giggled, causing him to smile at the little joke. “I think I am too” and went in to kiss her once again.

She pulled him down, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped in, causing her to leave out a soft moan. His hips pressed into hers, grinding a little bit against her. She let out a little soft whimper as his mouth attached itself onto her neck. He kissed and bit it (softly), making sure to leave some marks on her. Her hips lifted a little to grind against his, causing him to lightly chuckle against her neck. “So needy, Sinclair” the same exact thing he said in her dream and hearing that right in front of her made butterflies erupt in her stomach. She lightly whined at his words and continued grinding against him.

He pulled away from her neck, enough marks for anyone to see littered on her neck. “Can I take this off?” he tugged lightly on the bottom of her shirt. She nodded, giving him the go to take it off. And he did, tossing it onto the floor. “Fuck,” he rasped, her half naked body presented to him. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart” he started kneading her soft brown breasts, causing her to smile at the compliment. To thank him she pulled him down to give him a kiss. His lips left hers and landed on her chest. It attached itself to her right breast, sucking and licking circles around her black hardened areola. As he did that with his mouth, his hand was caressing the other breast, pinching the other nipple every so often.

This felt so good to her, she’s never felt this good before with anyone but the man on top of her. She had done stuff in the past but nothing like this. Nothing this pleasurable. She wanted to make him feel good too, reaching down in between them to unbuckle his belt. He detached his mouth from her breasts and looked up at her.

“No, this is about you. Let me take care of you”

“But I wanna make you feel good too”

He smiled before pecking her lips, “you’ll get to when i’m inside you” he whispered before going back in to kiss her lips again. His lips kissed down to her chest, down to her stomach and just above where she needed him most. She loved how he was taking his time with her but she really needed him. Super bad.

“Can I take these off too?” tugging on her shorts before doing anything. She nodded and he pulled down her shorts carefully and threw it on the floor. “God you’re so pretty” he muttered before going in between her legs.

He placed her legs on top of his shoulders, all while looking directly up at her. “I can look at you all day from down here” he said, causing her to giggle and let her fingers tangle in his wild curls. “You look so pretty from this angle” she said to him, feeling a kiss from her inner thighs. He hummed in response, the contrast of his skin with hers felt perfect to her. “Eddie”

she whined, tugging lightly on his hair. “Okay, okay. I’ll finally do something” he chuckled.

He pressed a soft kiss on her clothed heat and gently pulled it down, finally revealing her beautiful nude body to him. “Fuck I know I keep saying this but, you’re so gorgeous” she just blushed and smiled, not knowing what to say. But a tiny gasp left her lips as she felt his tongue making small circles on her clit. He gripped on her thighs softly while her hand never left his hair and tugging on it. Her back slightly arched at the pleasure, softly whimpering. He pulled away and kissed her inner thighs again, his mouth glistening with her wetness. “Such pretty noises you make” he said as his thumb made circles on her clit.

But to add more pleasure he added a finger and she just watched. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he saw her reaction, blood immediately rushing to his cock. He wanted— needed to be inside her. He’s needed this ever since he laid his eyes on her. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, all because of me” his words made her even more wet. His words, his thumb rubbing on her clit, his finger— now fingers curling inside her and reaching that spot just felt overwhelmingly good to her. She needed to release.

But somehow he knew she was getting close and stopped everything he was doing. She frowned and whined, watching him hover over her.

“I was so close, Eddie”

“I know” he cooed. He sat on his knees, taking off his shirt. He revealed his tattoos she was curious about and his guitar pick necklace that was sure to be dangling in her face. She thought he had such a pretty body, lean but not having abs and a happy trail which made her more feral. “C’mere” and she did, sitting on her knees in front of him. “Take these off for me” and she did, starting with taking off his belt. She pulled it off while his hands landed back on her breasts. She unbuttoned his jeans, not breaking eye contact with him. His hand moved up to her cheek, caressing it softly as she pulled out his cock. She started stroking him and placed her lips onto his. He laid her back down on the bed, her hand still stroking his cock in between their bodies. She stopped and pulled down his pants all the way, along with his boxers so he could be completely nude like her. He pulled away to take off his pants and boxers and climbed back into bed.

He took his cock and rubbed the tip against her slick, causing her to whimper. “Please” she looked beautiful like this he thought, just all spread out and a whiny mess in front of him. “Just wanna admire you like this, sweetheart” he said, still teasing her. “And we need protection don’t we?” she giggled at that as he reached over to the bedside table for condoms.

“How’d you know they were there?”

“…No reason”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t wanna question him further. He ripped it open with his teeth and she swore she could just cum right there. He rolled it onto his cock and hovered over her. He placed a gentle peck on her lips and looked at her. “Ready?” he asked softly. She nodded and pecked his lips. “I’ll go in slowly okay? If it hurts just tell me and we’ll stop” she nodded, loving the way he cared for her and he pleasure. He gently and slowly slipped in, just the tip, causing her to gasp. “Can’t even get all the way in, you’re so fuckin’ tight” she softly moaned at his words as he pulled out. He slowly entered again and was able to be all the way inside. “Shit, you okay?” he asked in a breathy tone. She nodded and he started thrusting in a steady pace.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips were on each other’s. He felt so good, so full inside her. His lips moved back to her neck, biting the flesh softly. “Squeezin’ me so tight, gorgeous. Gonna make me cum so fast” just anything he said like that made her moan, her back slightly arching as well. He hovered over her and picked up the speed on his thrusts. His necklace was dangling right as he was just staring right into her eyes. “You’re so perfect” she moaned, scratching his arms. “Fuck, can’t be sayin’ stuff like that” he had a toothy grin, groaning as he kept thrusting. “You are, you’re so fucking perfect” she moaned, causing him to softly moan at her words. “You fuck me so good, Eds. Keep going” and he did, going faster.

He leaned down and kissed her, biting her bottom lip as he was pulling away. He dove back in to kiss her more, her nails digging into his back. “You take me so well, sweetheart—” he said against her lips and pulled away. He sat back on his knees, placing her legs on his shoulders. He started rubbing her clit as he kept thrusting at this new angle.

“—It’s like your pretty pussy was made for me”

“It was. Fuck! It was made for you, o-only you”

“Atta girl, responding to me so well” he groaned. “So close” she babbled, the pressure on her clit and the way he kept hitting that spot just made her a mess. “Me too, gonna cum with me?” she nodded as fast as she could, a breathy chuckle coming from him. He stopped rubbing her clit just to focus on thrusting faster.

The headboard started banging against the wall and he hover over her so hold it. “Cum with me, Eddie” she whispered as a moan. He cursed as he kept going until she started shaking underneath him, squeezing his cock as she came. The sight of that made him cum inside her, well inside the condom, following after her release.

They were both out of breath. His tired body sat up to carefully slip out of her so he could throw the condom away.

He came back to lay down next to her, pulling her to lay her head on his chest. “You okay?” he looked down at her already to find her looking up at him. “Yeah. Are you?” she asked him as she placed soft kisses on his chest. “Absolutely, sweetheart” he answered. She reached up to kiss his lips and pulling back to look down at him. “Although, i’m a little hungry” she giggled, causing him to smile. He gave her a kiss on her temple and stood up. He was still nude and seeing that made her bite her lip from smiling. “Well i’ll go fix you something to eat but in the meantime,” he said, leaning over to kiss her lips. He pulled back, looking at her.

“Just wait here and continue being the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins”

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[brandstifter-sys]

These Dreams

Chapter 6: Crushcrushcrush        (Ao3) (must be signed in)

For @dukexietyweek 2023 Day 6 - Music

Word Count: 1058

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Remy

Warnings: ftm Remus, genderfluid Virgil, mtf Virgil, alcohol, sexual themes, dreams

Vi is fed up with Remy dragging her to bars every weekend just to see the live acts, mainly because a certain hottie keeps trying to get close, and he is willing to make a fool of himself for her

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It wasn't exactly her favorite way to spend a Friday night. Vi was not a fan of dive bars that offered live music, mainly because the acts were usually mediocre. But her best friend needed a designated driver, and Remy was a pain in the ass to drive around so no one else would. 

She was leaning against the bar, as inconspicuous as possible for a 6 foot tall, broad trans femme. She didn't want to be mistaken for a drag queen or a very feminine man, so she tried to stay out of the way and drink her soda in peace. 

But she couldn't really hide when he spotted her. A wily little imp with a mustache just had to see her. She had seen him around a few times and talked with him before Remy got so drunk they had to leave. He was fun and sweet and far too hot to handle. 

"Hey there, gorgeous, funny seeing you here!" the imp purred and leaned on the bar to meet her gaze. 

"Sometimes my bitch needs to go to the dog park even if I don't," Vi said flatly and took a sip of her drink, "But you already knew that." 

"Yeah! You know, if you want a new dog, I don't mind wearing a collar and leash for you!" he purred and threw in a coy wink. He just knew how to make Vi blush like a schoolgirl without a second thought. 

"Get a flea bath first." 

"Only if you're the one soaping me up!" he giggled and shimmied. He knew he was being cute and alluring—he had to know. 

Vi took another sip of coke and tried to calm her racing heart. She was as red as a tomato and she needed a life line before she fainted from nerves. 

"Boo Boo!" 

Her saving grace, Remy, sauntered up to the bar and got between the pair, flopping back and signaling the bartender. 

The imp was only a little miffed but Remy sure as hell didn't give him a chance to voice it. 

"Babe, can you buh-lieve it!" Remy groaned, "The band is late! The hottie I wanted to smash is totes leaving if they don't play soon!" 

"You're not smashing anyone," Vi huffed, "You're drunk." 

"Vi!!" Remy whined, "He's so hot!" 

"Don't care," Vi rolled her eyes and spotted the bartender coming over. 

"Can I get you anything?" they asked and eyed Remy. 

"Another coke please, and water for him," Vi sighed as Remy fumbled to turn around. 

"Babe! Lemme get a screwdriver!" Remy huffed. That's when Vi realized that her imp was gone. She would have to thank Remy when he was sober. She couldn't handle any more embarrassing situations. 

And then loud rapid drums rang out from the stage. Vi looked over and nearly had a heart attack as soon as the guitars came in. That feral imp was on stage, holding the microphone. 

"I got a lot to say to you, yeah I got a lot to say," he sang and looked directly at her from across the room. 

"I noticed your eyes are always glued to me, keeping them here and it makes no sense at all!" 

Even at a distance she could feel the intensity of his stare. His voice vibrated through her bones. Vi wrapped her hoodie around her chest and glanced at her drunk bestie. 

Remy was smirking at her. He was not nearly as clueless as he seemed. He just had to open his mouth.

"Boo, you have a—" 

"Crush, crush, crush! Crush, crush—two three four!" 

Vi felt her face heat up again. 

"Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone. Just the one, two I was just counting on!" 

That imp was absolutely delighted to see her squirming. 

"That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again! Let's be more than this!" 

That impish little man was absolutely killing it on the stage. He was flexible, bopping around like he was singing karaoke in his room alone. 

"You're coming with me!" Remy jeered and grabbed her arm. Vi was too flustered to fight him, and let him drag her through the small crowd and assorted tables to the stage. 

The little imp spotted them and grinned as he continued to perform. Vi swore he had some trick up his sleeve. 

"—That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, let's be more than this now!" he sang and leapt from the stage. 

"Rock and Roll, baby," he practically purred and sauntered up to Vi, "Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about."

He casually ran his fingers through her hair and giggled at the way her knees trembled. 

"Rock and Roll, hey, don't you know baby," he hummed as if they were the only two people in the world, "We're all alone now? I need something to sing about!"

Vi instinctively cupped his cheek and smiled shyly when he leaned into the touch. 

"Rock and Roll, hey. Don't you know baby, we're all alone now?" he kept performing and stepped back. 

"Give me something to sing about!" 

He leapt back on stage, pissing off the guitarist in the process. He didn't seem to care. He was too giddy because of a simple touch. 

Vi couldn't look away as he performed the final chorus. He was so wily and cute, and she just wanted to drag him away to smother him with kisses. 

"—I guess I'm dreaming again," he sang and put the microphone on its stand, "Let's be more than, more than this! Oh-ho oh-oh oh-oh! Ooh—" 

Vi dragged him from the stage by his shirt and closed in on his lip. Her eyes fluttered shut as—

    A harsh guitar riff woke Vi from her impromptu nap. She groaned and sat up, peeling her face away from her keyboard. She turned off the alarm on her phone and sighed. At least she didn't have anything on screen that could be ruined by a face to the keys.

These dreams were driving her crazy! She tried therapy, different meds, but nothing kept that mustachioed gremlin from her dreams! She needed an excuse to research, so she switched from her werewolf novel to something else. She had an answer and absolutely no idea how to find a solution. But she could try one thing.

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Kisses Through The Decades III - 1990′s

Chapter Summary: “Nah.”  Agnes shrugs. “The mattress is too soft for me, and Ralph says it gives him the creeps.  But it’s basically built into the house, so he can’t sell it.”  She looks at it and lets out a sigh.  “The poor thing’s just stuck here.  Never used.  Seems a shame.”

Wanda glances up at the carvings, nodding in understanding.  Then she takes a deep breath.  “We could, you know.”  She swallows once and bites her lower lip.  “It seems unfair to have this great big bed go to waste.  We should let it live a little.”

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Vision’s busy.

It’s the twins’ first Halloween – even though, given their apparent age, it shouldn’t be, they should have done this nine other times, and maybe they wouldn’t have remembered all of those, but that’s not the point, it still is their first Halloween, and it’s their first Halloween where they’ll remember it – and they’re all dressed up like a good little suburban family – even Pietro, which is saying something with him right now, given the weird…vibes she’s been getting from him (he doesn’t feel right, although she can’t put her finger on just why) – and Wanda is…upset.

She tells herself it isn’t Vis.  She tells herself that it isn’t her husband just deciding that the Neighborhood Watch is more important than spending Halloween with his family.  She tells herself that it’s not that control thing that she feels like she should have but she also feels as though is slipping more and more through her fingertips.

Wanda tells herself all of this, but it isn’t really true, is it?

And the worst of it?  The absolute worst of it?  Is that for some reason she feels like Vision doesn’t like Agnes anymore (which doesn’t make any sense; Agnes is an absolute delight and an asset to the family) and a part of her suspects—

No.  No.  He can’t…he can’t know.  It hadn’t happened that often, and anyway, he would bring it up if he had a problem with it, and he hasn’t, so that just means—

It doesn’t matter.  She hasn’t seen Agnes in days.  Oddly enough.

When the four of them – Wanda, Pietro, the twins – step out of the house, all dressed in their Halloween costumes, she glances over to Agnes’s house. She’s never been inside.  That should be odd, given just how often Agnes is over at their house, but it…isn’t.  Normally.

For a moment, Wanda considers going over to her neighbor’s house, knocking on the door the way Agnes…doesn’t knock on theirs anymore, and inviting her out trick-or-treating with them.  She’s part of the family now, after all, and she shouldn’t be left out.

But Agnes’s car is gone and the lights are all out and it looks very much like there’s nobody there at all.

“Hey, sis, you coming?”

Wanda presses her lips together – it’s just another crack in the glass; if she was really in control, Agnes would be there, would be coming with them, as would Vision himself – wrinkles her nose and then turns to catch up with her family.  “Sorry!”  She loops her arms between her boys, holding each of their hands until Tommy pulls away from her.  “I’m just a bit distracted, I guess.”

Pietro punches her shoulder.  “It’s Halloween.  Super easy to get distracted.”

Why don’t I take the little rascals for a while? Wanda imagines him saying, almost instinctively willing it to happen.  Let their uncle show them the best parts of Halloween.

But he doesn’t say that.

And given how frustrated she’d been over Vision’s absence from the boys’ first Halloween, Wanda honestly doesn’t know why she wants him to say it. She wants to spend this time with her boys.  Besides, it’s not like she has anything else to do.

~

After everything, after the Pietro who cannot possibly be Pietro badgers her about Vision’s death (he is not dead, he cannot be dead, she saw him only a few hours ago, she made sure, she made sure), after Vision tried to break out of the safe space she had created for them to live in peace away from everything that could hurt them, after she’d put Billy and Tommy to bed, after Billy had come down for a warm glass of milk with complaints about how loud everything was, after she’d run her hands through his soft brown hair and hoped that his powers would ebb enough for him to fall asleep, after she’d waited long enough for Billy to come back down again, after she’d gone up to their rooms to make sure they were really and truly asleep, after she’d found them curled up in their beds (Billy on his side, facing away from his brother; Tommy on his back, as though he’d dozed off staring at the ceiling, trying to stay awake)—

After everything, Wanda creeps out the front door of her house. She clasps her hands around a navy blue mug and blows away the steam wafting from her tea.  The boys are safe, she tells herself as she steps onto the sidewalk.  The boys will be safe.

She cannot truly be sure of that anymore, but she holds onto that last hope like an anchor in the encroaching storm.

The distance between Wanda’s house and Agnes’s isn’t very big, but the further she gets from her house, the more anxious Wanda feels.  She turns back as she shuts the gate to her white picket fence behind her, and she glances up towards the window that she knows belongs to her boys.  Nothing changes.  They’re fine. She’s fine.  It’s fine.  Besides, Billy is right.  It is loud, if she lets it be, and a mental connection to her boys is far more reliable than any baby monitor ever could be.  Right now, they’re dreaming, and if she thinks on them long enough, if she reaches out to them, she’ll be able to see their dreams, to enter into them.  But she doesn’t want that.  Her boys deserve to have sweet dreams of their own, far away from their mother and the world of Westview that they’ve only barely come to know.

That is the first time Wanda stops and considers retreating.  The second time comes when she stands just in front of Agnes’s door.  She’s never been inside Agnes’s house.  That’s never bothered her before, and it shouldn’t now.  It…doesn’t, really.  But the same anxiety that crept into her heart when she left her house and her boys behind, the same anxiety that grew as she crossed the threshold of her white picket fence and crossed into Agnes’s yard, the same anxiety that came to a sharp point when she saw Agnes’s car in the driveway, lingers here.

Like standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down at the ocean waves dashing against the rocks below, and growing enamored with their white spray.

It would be so easy to—

Wanda lifts her mug of tea to her lips, blows another cloud of steam away, and takes a careful sip.  It burns the tip of her tongue, even as the mug keeps her hands warm in the cool autumn air.  She nods once, takes a deep breath, and then knocks on Agnes’s door.  It isn’t a loud knock.  She doesn’t ring the doorbell – Can you imagine?  What if Ralph was there?  What if she woke him up?  No, no, no. Much better to knock because then she might not truly be heard.  Then she waits.  She’ll give it a few minutes, and if Agnes doesn’t hear her, then—

The door creaks open, and Wanda’s stomach clenches.

“Wanda?”  Agnes peers around the edge of her door, blinking, blinking, and yawns once, loud, covering her mouth with her free hand before pushing the door open a little further and leaning heavily on it.  If she was in a costume before, she isn’t now – just an overly large t-shirt with a little witch riding on a broomstick, dark against a big orange moon, and the words The West?  Oh, honey, above the witch and I’m the Wicked Witch of EVERYTHING underneath, both in a deep, deep violet. Surprisingly, the shirt is longer than the dress she’d intended to wear to Jazzercise, but not by much, and the thing is that she’s not the one wearing bright pink tights this time, leaving her legs bare in the moonlight.  Her feet are bare, too, and her toenails are painted sparkling black, the same shade as the ribbon she’d once cinched about her waist.

Agnes pushes her hand through her already rumpled dark waves and yawns again, covering her mouth with the crook of her elbow.  “Is something….”  She covers a third yawn.  “Is something wrong?  Sorry, I was just—”  Her bright blue eyes, groggy with dreams, scan Wanda’s face, notice the mug of tea between her hands, and she steps back, holding the door open, and gestures with her free arm.  “Come in, come in.”

Wanda slips past her, bites her lower lip, and takes another tentative sip of her tea.  This time, it doesn’t burn her tongue, but it’s still much too hot to really drink. “Thanks, Agnes.  I didn’t know where else to go, and the house feels so…empty.”  Immediately, her attention is drawn to Agnes’s home, which is surprisingly full of much more character than she would have expected from Agnes.

In her mind, if she’d really thought about it, Wanda would have guessed that Agnes’s house was full of bright colors, something kitschy that she’d been collecting (shot glasses from across the different states or tourist traps she’d visited, maybe, or a lot of those creepy baby dolls – not because Agnes is creepy, but because she seems a bit like the type), and an attempt at something much more ranch in style – or farmhouse.  Agnes should be living in a farmhouse.  Instead, Wanda is presented with an interior that looks like it would fit best in those old Victorian houses – dark-stained chair rails with dark-stained paneling underneath that flows into an equally dark-stained floor, white walls above the chair rails with a few sparse panes of stained glass hung like artwork, a fireplace with an elegant mantle higher on the wall than Agnes is tall, and a china cabinet full of porcelain dishes and a collection of teacups.

At least she was right about the collection bit, even if it is something much nicer than shot glasses.  Then again, weren’t teacups basically the shot glasses of the older centuries?

“Wow,” Wanda murmurs, looking around at everything.  “Agnes, this is…this is really something.”

“Isn’t it, though?”  Agnes rests her arm on Wanda’s shoulder and looks around at everything.  “Ralph inherited this place from his grandmother,” she says conspiratorially.  “Half of it is hers.  The other half’s whatever the family decided fit the look best.”  She heads to the couch, runs her fingers along the curved wood of its back, and then pauses as she looks at Wanda’s mug.  “Is that tea?”

Wanda nods.  “Mm.”

A corner of Agnes’s lips quirks upward, and her already bright eyes sparkle. “Want me to make it stronger?”

 ~

Wanda curls up on one corner of the couch, feet tucked beneath her, the same mug in her hands now cooled the slightest bit with a shot of Irish whiskey.  She takes a sip, soothes her still slightly burned tongue, and smiles around the lip of her mug at Agnes.  “Thank you,” she murmurs.  “You’re really good at this.”

“I know.”  But despite her words, Agnes beams over the edge of her own mug – a different sort of tea spiked with a little more whiskey than Wanda wanted.  Potentially more whiskey with tea flavor than anything, not that Wanda is judging her.  Agnes takes another sip of her drink and then lowers her mug with one hand onto the intricate coffee table in front of them. “So, Wanda,” she murmurs, “what are you doing here so late?  Don’t tell me there’s anything troubling going on at the Vision residence?”

“No, no.  Nothing like that.”

It’s easier to lie, even to Agnes, just like it’s easy to lie to herself, to say that Agnes is nothing more than a nosy neighbor who just happens to come over whenever she needs something (unlike today), who is opening her house to her at a really, really late hour out of the kindness of her heart.

But Wanda knows better than that, just like Agnes does.

Still, when Agnes doesn’t push further, she finds herself relieved, and that relief, more than anything else, loosens her tongue.  “I just needed to be somewhere else for a few minutes.”

With someone else.

Someone real.

Wanda hates herself for thinking that and pushes the thought out of her mind. “You know how it is.”

“Sure do, hon.  Why do you think I’m at your place so often?”  Agnes gestures to the room surrounding them.  “Marriage is rough.” Her gaze shifts away.  “Ralph actually prefers it when I’m not here. Don’t tell me that’s true of your Vision?”

Wanda shakes her head again.  “No. It’s not like that.  It’s….”  Her voice trails off because Wanda doesn’t really know how to put it into words at all. There’s really no way to explain what it’s like to Agnes.  Not as she is.

In spite of this, Agnes nods knowingly.  “It’s complicated.”  She leans back against her arm of the couch, and her legs stretch out, toes just touching Wanda’s knees.  She pulls her feet back almost as soon as they touch.  “Sorry.  Don’t know how you feel about feet.  They’re clean!”

Wanda doesn’t mind, but she doesn’t say that.  Instead, she lets the silence linger on between them, occasionally taking a sip of her drink and finding that it both calms her mind and warms her heart.  If she really is in control, even subconsciously, then maybe Agnes will take the wheel and force her to talk about what she really needs to talk about.  That’s a possibility, isn’t it?

It’s only a second after that thought that Agnes nods at Wanda’s outfit.  “You stole my tights.”

Wanda flushes brightly as she glances down to her costume (as she considers that Agnes was looking at her legs).  “I’m sorry! I didn’t think to—”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”  Agnes waves one hand dismissively.  “They look better on you anyway, hot stuff.”

The words ring hot in Wanda’s ears, and she looks up, meeting Agnes’s inquisitive blue eyes.  If she’s in control, even subconsciously, then is this what her mind is telling her she needs right now?  Something real with someone real?

(Inwardly, Wanda shakes herself.  Her husband is real.  Her children are real.  Just because they are part of whatever has created this place doesn’t make them any less real.)

Wanda takes another sip of her hot toddy before placing her mug on the coffee table just across from Agnes’s.  She takes a deep breath and then says, “Come here, Agnes.”

Agnes raises an eyebrow.  “Oh,” she purrs, lips curving into a smug expression, “is this later?  Is this a booty call?”  She leans forward and crawls across the space between them until her chin rests atop Wanda’s knees.  “I mean, I won’t be offended if it is.  Do you know how—”

Do it.

Now.

Wanda holds her fingertips to either side of Agnes’s forehead and releases whatever she’s caused that might be controlling her.

Agnes’s joking smile freezes.  She blinks twice.

This is…this is what Wanda was afraid of.  This is the knot of anxiety that’s been sitting in the center of her chest since she left her house, that lingers painfully as she waits for the other woman’s reaction.  She swallows and takes another deep breath, hoping to relieve that anxiety and failing. “It’s okay,” she says, searching Agnes’s eyes.  “You’re okay. I didn’t mean to….  It was an accident, and I didn’t want to hurt you anymore, and you’re….  Agnes, you’ve been my best friend, and if that’s…that’s not who you are or who you want to be, that’s fine, it’s fine, really, I’ll be fine, I just….”  Her gaze drops to her fingertips, to bare hands devoid of gloves, and aches for sleeves that she can pull down to cover them.  “I didn’t want to put you through that anymore, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

Agnes – or maybe she isn’t Agnes anymore – reaches out and places one finger over Wanda’s lips.  “Just give me a minute, okay, hon?  I need to…to process a few things.”

Wanda nods and tries really hard not to think about Agnes’s finger resting on her lips.  Agnes might have been fine with her turning that into a kiss to her fingertip, but she doesn’t know anything about whoever has been underneath Agnes, within Agnes, and whoever they are…they might not take kindly to that sort of reaction. Besides, she might not want to kiss the fingertips of whoever Agnes turns out to be.  That’s a possibility, too.  Long shot, but possible.

“Thanks.  You’re a real peach.”

Agnes leans back, and as she does, she seems to shrink into herself.  She runs a hand through her dark waves the way someone who has misplaced their pen does, not like a woman who has been trapped for…for however long they have been in Westview, and her lips move, pressing together and then parting as though she’s still returning to herself.  Then she shifts into a sitting position on the edge of the couch cushion, long legs hooked and hanging until her toes just touch the cold hardwood floor, hands clenching the edge of the cushion so tight that her already pale knuckles turn white, shoulders hunched forward, gaze focusing not on Wanda but lower, and even then not really focused on anything.

Wanda wants to ask her how she’s doing – not if everything’s okay, because everything is very clearly not okay – but she doesn’t.  She waits.  Agnes – or whoever she is – wanted a minute to process.  She can give her that.  More than that, if she needs it.

As she keeps an eye on her, Agnes’s legs just cross, one foot over the other where they hang off the couch, and her hands, although still clenching the edge of the couch, seem to relax.  Her head tilts to one side, and her gaze moves to Wanda, so that she meets her eyes.  “So.”

Her voice is lower.  Wanda can tell that her voice is lower.  She wonders if that, too, is her fault.

“So?” Wanda echoes, searching her eyes for a flicker of something – anything.  She wants to reach out and place a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder, but she’s not sure she’s allowed that.  Instead, she shifts into a position similar to Agnes’s, hands on the edge of the couch, shoulders hunched over, and lowers her gaze to where her mug rests.  She doesn’t know what to say.  She’s not sure Agnes wants her to say anything.  Still. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”  Agnes reaches over until her pinky just hooks around Wanda’s.  “I don’t hate you.”

“That’s…that’s good.”  Wanda nods to herself, not daring to look back over to the other woman.  “That makes one of us.”  As she speaks, though, her pinky hooks around Agnes’s, too, and she can’t help the somber smile that flickers into place when Agnes gives hers a gentle squeeze.  “Was it…was it really horrible, living like that?”  She cautiously glances over to Agnes and only lets her gaze rest on her when it’s clear that Agnes isn’t looking at her anymore.  She’s not sure she could take the sustained eye contact right now.

Agnes presses her lips together, and her head tilts again.  “Sometimes,” she says cautiously, “but most of the time…most of the time I wanted to do what you wanted.”  Her gaze flicks to Wanda, brow furrowing.  “That probably sounds crazy.”  She chuckles the slightest bit and pushes a hand through her dark waves again. “But you…you know what I mean, right, hon?”

Wanda gives a little shake of her head.  “No.  I don’t…I don’t know what you….”  She wets her lips before repeating again, “No.”

For a moment, Agnes presses her lips together, brow still furrowed in consideration, and then she turns to Wanda and gently cups her face with one hand. She brushes her thumb gentle along Wanda’s cheek, catching one of the tears she finds there.  Wanda curves into her touch, aching for it, and when Agnes leans over to kiss her sweetly – so, so sweetly – she doesn’t know what to think or to do except to kiss her back.

Agnes pulls away after a short while, brushes her nose against Wanda’s, and says, voice soft as she brushes her thumb along Wanda’s skin again, “That’s what I mean, angel.  I always wanted that.”  She meets Wanda’s eyes and offers her a small smile.  “Always.”

Something in Wanda releases.  The burden of what she has been doing to Agnes – what she might have been doing to Agnes – lifts, and the anxiety pooling in the center of her chest shifts its pressure just enough that she feels like she can breathe again.  She nods, nose brushing against Agnes’s as she does, and she leans forward to kiss her – really kiss her – for the first time.  As she does, and as Agnes responds in kind, the knot in her chest shifts again, warms, and transforms into a yearning ache. “I don’t even know who you are,” she mutters, soft, against Agnes’s lips.

One of Agnes’s brows quirks upward.  “Do you really need to, sweet cheeks?”  She runs a hand gentle through Wanda’s hair.  “Out of everyone in this entire town, you chose me to be your neighbor.  That’s got to count for something.”

“You just….”  Wanda’s brow furrows, and she pulls back.  “You just lived here.  This was a happy accident.”

Agnes chuckles.  “Oh, honey, I don’t live here.  Ralph does.”  She glances over Wanda’s shoulder to the wall beyond which the front window waits and nods in its direction.  “I was driving out of Westview when you pulled me back here.”

Wanda stops.  Just stops.  She puts her hands up between the two of them and leans back, taking a deep breath in. “I did…I did what?”  She blinks rapidly and then meets Agnes’s eyes. “Who are you?  And Ralph – I forgot about Ralph – you’re still…you’re still married to Ralph, aren’t you?”  She glances down but sees no ring on Agnes’s finger.  There’d been one before – there must have, she remembers seeing it in another time – but the release of the spell must have changed that.  Odd, since it hadn’t changed Agnes’s clothes at all, but there are other possible reasons for that.

“Oh, no.  Ralph and I aren’t married.”  Agnes gives a bemused smile.  “We’re really going to do this, huh?  Okay. I’m…well.”  She glances down to her drink.  “Guess I’m not going to need a stronger drink.”  Her smile becomes a mischievous grin, and she tucks back onto the other side of the couch, curling up against the other arm, feet tucked beneath her. Wanda aches with the sudden space between them, but that is her own fault.  Besides, Agnes doesn’t seem to be suggesting that space can’t be crossed again, just giving some distance for this particular topic.

“We thought about it once, getting married.  We dated in college – that was weird.”  Agnes picks up her mug, takes a much larger drink than Wanda thinks is strictly necessary (but what does she know about having an ex-boyfriend – about having an ex at all for that matter?), and then sets it atop her knees. “We’re still friends, though. Send each other Facebook messages, like each other’s travelling photos, occasionally post encouraging what not on statuses, that sort of thing.  When the Snap happened—”

Wanda flinches in spite of herself, but Agnes isn’t looking and so doesn’t seem to notice.

“—Ralph got this place.  It really was his grandmother’s.  His mom was going to fix it up, but then she disappeared, and Ralph got it.  He wasn’t too keen on living here, but it was a house, you know?”  Agnes sighs.  “He’s here in the summer.  Goes to Florida in the winter.  I housesit when he isn’t around.  He’s a good friend.  Doesn’t care when I spill wine on the rug.”  Her lips twitch in the slightest hint of a joking smile.  Then her fingers tap on her mug.  “He was actually supposed to still be here for a few days when you…well, you know.”  She waggles her fingers in Wanda’s direction, a clear mimicry of what Wanda does when she casts her own spells, something she must have gathered from old video footage from before the Snap.  “I don’t know what you did with him.”

Wanda stares at Agnes, taking all of this new information in.  It’s a lot, but certainly no more than what she’d just put Agnes through.  She holds up a hand as she processes.  “So you’re….” She hesitates because this is clearly not the most important part of that entire explanation (Ralph missing probably is, but he’s still got to be around Westview somewhere, so she isn’t too completely worried about that) – but it’s the thing she’s fixated on.  “You’re not married.”

Agnes gives Wanda a slow look, gaze dragging up her body in the exact same way it had the last time they…the last time, and her lips spread in an amused grin, tongue just peeking out. “No,” she says, meeting Wanda’s eyes, “I’m not.”  The expression fades, though, as she says, “But you still are, aren’t you?  To Vision?”  Her brow furrows.  “They told us he was dead.  How did you bring him back?”

“I don’t know,” Wanda admits.  Her gaze drops, and she takes her own mug in her hands again.  It isn’t warm anymore; the hot toddy isn’t hot anymore, and the whiskey tea mixture tastes bitter on her tongue.  “Can we…can we not talk about that?”  Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Wanda understands that Vision isn’t really there, even if she doesn’t remember how everything happened.  She just doesn’t want to think about it.  Right now, she’s not even sure that she can.

“Sure thing, hon.”  Agnes takes another larger gulp from her mug then places it back on the coffee table. Then she stands, presses her hands into the small of her back, and stretches.

Wanda stares at this, confused.  “Are you…are you going somewhere?  Do you need me to leave?” she asks, afraid to have crossed some line she didn’t even know existed.

Agnes just trails her fingers along the back of the couch and bends down to press a kiss to Wanda’s cheek.  “Why don’t you come with me, sweet cheeks?  I want to show you something.”

 ~

As they walk upstairs, Agnes interlaces their fingers together, her hand warming Wanda’s the way her now-forgotten mug no longer was.  “This place is huge,” she says.  “When I first got here, it took me a while to get used to everything.  You’ve changed some of it, but I don’t think that’s so bad. It needed it.”  She gestures to the first door on her left.  “That is Ralph’s mancave.  I don’t go in there.  It reeks.” They pass it without opening the door. Then Agnes gestures to a door on her right.  “That is my room, but that’s not what I want to show you.”

“Oh?” Wanda asks, one brow raising.  “You don’t want to show me your bedroom?”

At her words, two small spots of brightest scarlet appear on Agnes’s cheeks. “Maybe later, toots.  If you really want to see it.”  Then she tugs on Wanda’s hand, pushes open a door at the very end of the hall, and gestures widely.  “This is what I wanted you to see.”

Wanda’s first glance doesn’t stun her.  It’s dark, so she can only really make out general things – the size of the bed, the arrangement of the furniture, how big the room is.  Then Agnes flips the switch, and her eyes widen.  Before her stands a huge – huge, as in she’d seen Tony’s bed, and this one seems bigger, huge – four-poster bed.  Each of the columns looms taller than Wanda herself; the first two are intricately carved with orbs and spirals around an even thicker leg.  Instead of legs in the back, the headboard itself stretches six-feet high and pulls up across the top where a canopy should go, connecting to the front two legs with an engraving that looks oddly familiar in the very center. Curtains drape the sides near the headboard where they’ve been tied back, but they could stretch across the entire bed if they are let down.

“I did a bit of research on it,” Agnes says, placing a finger on her lower lip, “and this baby is old.”

“How old?” Wanda asks as she steps forward.  She runs her fingertips along the wood – hard, obviously, but surprisingly soft.

“Three centuries at least.”  Agnes doesn’t move.  If anything, she takes her enjoyment from seeing Wanda’s reaction.  “Maybe older.”

Wanda presses a hand down on the mattress.  The comforter is of a plush, crushed velvet, soft to the touch, and the mattress gives easy beneath her touch.  “This isn’t Ralph’s, and it isn’t yours.  Whose is it?”

Agnes leans back against the wall.  “Remember how about half of this stuff belonged to his grandmother?”  She nods to the bed.  “That baby’s part of it.”

“It’s so grand and beautiful,” Wanda whispers, as though she should speak softly here, before turning back to Agnes, “and neither of you…neither of you use it?”

“Nah.”  Agnes shrugs. “The mattress is too soft for me, and Ralph says it gives him the creeps.  But it’s basically built into the house, so he can’t sell it.”  She looks at it and lets out a sigh.  “The poor thing’s just stuck here.  Never used.  Seems a shame.”

Wanda glances up at the carvings, nodding in understanding.  Then she takes a deep breath.  “We could, you know.”  She swallows once and bites her lower lip.  “It seems unfair to have this great big bed go to waste.  We should let it live a little.”

Agnes raises an eyebrow.  “Oh?” Her head tilts.  “And what about my room, babe?  It’ll feel a little left out.”

“Well, if you’re really, really good,” Wanda says, gaze slowly moving from the bed to Agnes, “you’ll find that we might have time for both.”

“Both,” Agnes echoes.  She lets out a low whistle that dies out as the grin she can’t hold back pushes across her lips.  Her gaze sweeps across Wanda again as she steps forward, and Wanda shivers with anticipation.  “As long as it means I get you out of that costume, because Wanda, hon, that thing is horrific.”

“What?”  Wanda glances down at what remains of her costume – the leotard and the bright pink tights.  “I thought it was cute.”

“You’re cute.  That costume is not.”

“You don’t really—”

But then Agnes cuts her off with a kiss, warm and constant and comforting, hand moving through Wanda’s hair to cradle the back of her head, and Wanda doesn’t care, she doesn’t care, she doesn’t care at all.  She parts just enough to say, “You’re right, you’re right, it’s horrible, please take it off,” and then Agnes’s chest rumbles with laughter that hits warm on her lips as she rests her forehead on Wanda’s and murmurs soft, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, angel.”

Agnes kisses her again, and as she does, her hand moves slow down the slope of her neck, fingers catching on the strap of her leotard, pausing, and then pushing it down her arm.  Wanda slips out of both straps in a much less easy motion than she’d thought, then Agnes lifts her, gentle, onto the bed.  For a moment, just a moment, Wanda wants to stay in that position, sitting on the edge of the mattress, Agnes between her legs, kissing her, and for a moment, they do.  Wanda tugs on Agnes’s bottom lip and then presses her lips to her neck, biting down hard then sucking with an intent to mark her porcelain skin with a purpling shade of her own.  Her fingers move along Agnes’s shirt, feeling the curves of her, squeezing, and then sweeping under the shirt so that her hands can rest where they have always seemed to fit so completely, just at the small of her waist, skin on skin, thumb pressing into the soft flesh of her, guiding her – this time not out of her way, not out of the door, not away from her, but closer, closer, closer into her.

“Good girl.”

When Agnes finally leans her back onto the mattress, when they finally situate along the length of the bed, her foot runs slow up and down her leg.  By then, her leotard has disappeared, discarded over the side of the bed, but the tights remain, in an almost reversal of the last time they’d found themselves in this position, not that she particularly minds. She is, as always, much more concerned with the warmth of the real, human woman flush atop her, the heat of her breath where her lips mark her, the flinch of her stomach when Wanda runs her cold fingertips across her smooth skin.

Until, suddenly, Wanda’s fingers find her back and the not-so-smooth skin there; until Wanda’s brows furrow with discontent; until Wanda starts to lift Agnes’s shirt and Agnes whispers, breath warm against the hollow of her ear, “Not yet,” and her gaze shifts to meet Agnes’s, looking for an answer to her question and finding none.

It is not until they have moved to Agnes’s bedroom – time stilling for everyone else, freezing them in place, time not a question at all, as Wanda suggested it wouldn’t be – when Wanda’s body is already sore and slick with sweat, when she hopes that Agnes’s is, too, but Agnes shows no signs of being worn in the slightest – it is only then, in the darkness of Agnes’s room, that Agnes lifts her shirt away and Wanda’s fingers have their thorough exploration of the tangled mess that is her back, where every touch seems to elicit a whimper of pain, not pleasure, from the other woman, though she never once tells her to stop, not even as Wanda clings to her, not even as her fingers dig into what she is certain must be scar tissue, not even as Agnes lets out a yelp of pain and rests her forehead against Wanda’s, fingers pausing against the inside of her thighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  Nothing’s wrong.”

“It sounds like something’s wrong.”

“I’m fine.”

Then her thumb presses hard against her thigh, nail digging into her skin, and Wanda’s own back arches, and when Agnes groans behind gritted teeth from the nails digging into the flesh of her scars, Wanda can’t hear it under her own low, guttural moan.

 ~

Once, just once, in the middle of everything, Agnes pauses, brushes her nose against Wanda’s, and asks, soft, so soft that Wanda can’t be sure she’s saying anything at first, “Do you think….”  She starts, swallows, and then tries again, with a hint of pain in her voice, “Do you think maybe…maybe this is what we deserve?”

The wording hits weird – hits wrong – and Wanda props herself up on her elbows just enough to try and pause longer. “What….”  It takes a second to catch her breath.  “What do you mean?”  Her heartbeat speeds up, and not in a good way.  “You say that like this…like this is a bad thing.”

Agnes doesn’t respond at first.  She rests her head on Wanda’s shoulder, takes a deep breath, and then looks up, lips curving in an amused smile.  “Don’t worry about it, hon.  It’s nothing.”

But it doesn’t feel like nothing, and despite the very welcome distraction she’s being given, the thought doesn’t leave Wanda’s mind for a good long while.

#bandit fic #kisses through the decades with wanda and agatha #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #wagatha #wandagatha #harximoff #wanda x agatha #agatha x wanda #(edited to add link; minor fixes)