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cassayeee · 10 months

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MY LITTLE SECRET (FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!READER)

warnings: porn with quite a bit of plot (i can never just write a oneshot), emotional sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, slight marking, mentions of killing, death, and suicidal thoughts (this is the hunger games), just be wary fr - minors stay away

notes: so this was a request from @theBridgetopanem on ao3 and, ugh, it's just so cute. love me some soft boy finnick. once again, very quickly edited so sorry for any grammatical mistakes. anywho - make sure to like, reblog, and comment! love u all <3

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summary:

No one truly understands the deception of humanity more than those who have the power to take it away. To push innocents against innocents and make sure nothing more than blood and broken souls remains where hope and naivety once stood.

It was a horrible nightmare in your mind – trying to think like them. Trying to survive. And the shadows that followed you out of that arena as people congratulated you for being a victor? Well, they knew what the absence of humanity really brought.

Fear.

Finnick Odair is your mentor for the 70th Hunger Games and you can't help but find comfort in the man who is in your life solely to make sure you don't die.

The 70th Hunger Games, ready to begin.

Your name, reaped.

All hope, lost.

Voices flickered in and out of your consciousness as you made your way up to the stage. Of course, this happens to you in your last year of eligibility, why wouldn’t it? Time sped and slowed as it pleased, having no regard for your ticking thoughts. Nor did it care for your unwillingness to let it pass.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Why is this happening?

You weren’t a Career. You had no special talents besides swimming and spearfishing. Swimming. How for fucks sake was that going to get you through the Games? News flash: it wouldn’t. Maybe spearfishing? But that was hardly a skill that could contend with previous victors. And it definitely wouldn’t help you against the Careers.

I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.

As you curled into the dark spot floating at the edge of your vision, you barely heard the name of the male tribute announced beside you. Isaac? Ethan? Ian? Why does it matter anyway? You weren’t going to make it out of here. This was it. The ocean was draining, and you were being sucked down with it.

You barely noticed the Peacekeepers usher you off the stage and saying goodbye to your family was now a flicker of a memory. Siblings would never see you again. You would never be able to make them laugh in your family home or try to eat your mother’s insufferable cooking again. You would never be able to brush off fishing duty to go swimming with Annie or visit the town tavern with her again.

Oh, Annie.

Best friends since birth, the two of you were practically inseparable. Many of your other friends and family joked that the two of you must have been a soul split because of how alike you were. You did everything together, but the shining break in this storm was the fact that she wasn’t standing where you were. That your siblings weren’t. If it had to be any of you, you were glad that it was yourself.

But, fuck – you wish it would have been anyone else’s name picked out of the grim bowl.

---

Stepping foot on that train was probably the hardest decision of your life. Not that it was much of a decision, really. If you wouldn’t have gotten on yourself, the Peacekeepers would have gladly thrown you on there themselves.

You couldn’t say that you were too impressed with the interior of it. Honestly, it just looks like the Capitol threw up all over it. Yes, your family home was nicer than most of those in the other Districts due to the wealth of the area, but you didn’t care about all of that. The people made a house a home, and this train was nothing more than a moving coffin.

As your Capitol lapdog, Jorge, showed you and your fellow tribute into the lounge car, a head of bronze hair caught your eye. His arms were spread wide on either side of him as he lounged on the travel sofa – seeming to be as content as a summer’s day. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of it. But, before that mocking gaggle could make its way out of your throat, the man before you turned.

Oh, shit.

Finnick Odair. You needed no introduction of his, everyone in District 4 was aware of him after his victory in the 64th Games. Youngest ever and all that, you had to respect him for making it through. What you couldn’t respect, however, was his enjoyment of his Capitol fame. He appeared on screen at least five times a month at some prestigious party, the arm candy to some Capitol prissy who you really couldn’t bother to care about. Why should you when they laugh and cheer for children to die for their amusement? It was absolutely disgusting.

Flashing you with a stunning smile, he popped a sugar cube in his mouth as Jorge motioned for the two of you to sit across from him. His sea-green eyes followed your movements as you stiffly sat before him, like a prized pet for sale. Your shoulders were locked tight as you stared back at the man before you. Tanned skin from hours on the coast and beauty that even the old Gods would envy, you couldn’t discount his looks. But you knew those could be deceiving. And anyone who wins the Games knows how to be deceiving.

“Hey, you two,” he began as he looked between you and… Ian? Yeah, let’s go with that. “This isn’t a position I want to see anyone in, but I’m here to help make sure you make it through whatever hellscape of an arena they have planned for you and get you used to the culture of the Capitol.”

You could feel your hands shake as this terror became more real with every word he spoke. He’s my mentor. I have a mentor. I’m really a tribute.

I’m going to die.

Every ill thought you had of Finnick was immediately disposed of. He was a lifeline in this – he knew how to win. And if you had to be deceitful, manipulative, hell, even seductive through this, you’d take whatever advice he had and hold onto it with your life.

Quickly grasping your hands together to try and still them, you showed nothing but vulnerability as you slouched in your seat. You could feel another panic attack coming on, but you shoved it down to deal with later so you could talk with Finnick. You weren’t going to waste a single moment on this train that didn’t provide you with some sort of opportunity to gain skills that would help you make it out of the arena.

Finnick saw how your composure changed as soon as he started talking and his heart broke a bit from the horribleness of this. He meant it when he said that he didn’t want anyone else to be in this position, for the Games to be a reality, but he would be damned if he didn’t make sure that one of you wouldn’t come out a victor. So, the three of you got to work and talked through the whole ride to the Capitol.

---

Finnick was betting on your spearfishing skills to get you through.

“The other tributes will be spread between those who know how to hunt, how to hide, and how to survive. I need you to be all three.” He stated.

The two of you were working together before your training began in the Tribute Center, stealing your last little bit of train time to work on hand-to-hand skills. Ian was off resting since Finnick was already aware of his expertise with tridents. Apparently, the two had known each other prior to all of this. Finnick wasn’t worried about him. No, he was worried about you.

“I’ve never hunted another person before.” You reminded him. “Fish are different.”

He was showing you maneuvers that could be used for deflection at this point. Utilizing the strength of the staff would be crucial, but since the Capitol provided metal ones in the arena, there was no worry about it breaking. Being in the proper position to block vital spots was up to you, though.

“Fish are small targets,” he nailed his trident against your spear, the reverberation racing up your arms. You continued to hold on. “Humans are bigger. More places to aim for.”

“But they can fight back.” You remarked as you readjusted your hold on the spear. “They can kill me just as easily.”

“Then be faster. Be quiet and quick and they won’t know you’re there until the damage is already done.” He urged. Setting his trident against the wall, he stripped off his shirt from the exertion and reached for a bottle of water to rehydrate.

Your mouth watered at the view. He was, in the simplest of terms, gorgeous. Taunt muscles built from years of experience stretched across his expanse as sweat trickled between the valleys of them. His Adam’s apple bobbed in tandem with his swallows and you were entranced by the movement. You don’t know what he did in a past life to be graced with a body like that, but you had to appreciate it if even for this one moment.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of the distraction, you grabbed a drink of water as well, taking the time to think of your odds. They’ve been getting better with Finnick’s instruction, but it was your intelligence and timing that would get you to the victor’s circle. Confidence was starting to brew in your veins, and you didn’t want it to go away.

Setting the bottle down, you grabbed your spear once more and took a fighter’s stance with it. Finnick noticed and lifted a well-manicured brow at you.

“I’ve got the defense positions down,” you started. “Now show me how to win.”

---

You tried not to stand out amongst the other tributes as much as you could, in hopes that they would view you as nothing more than some meek and useless girl. Your plan was that if you kept your head down, they wouldn’t view you as a threat. While that could cause some to view you as an easy target, it would also keep the element of surprise tidily tucked in your back pocket.

However, you stuck close to Ian as Finnick urged the two of you to attempt an alliance – granting the ability for at least one person to keep an eye on your blind spots. You weren’t naïve, though. Alliances were unsteady, especially if it came down to saving your own skin over the others. And there was no proof that Ian would even keep his word about meeting in the arena, let alone keeping you alive long enough to hear the first sounds of cannon fire. If you were a betting man, you wouldn’t bet on him.

But he did bring in two more members to your shaky alliance, Della Remfar and Billy Churl from District 10. Not Career-material by a long shot, but they were both highly adept with an array of knife work. And, to your knowledge, both knew the cleanest and quickest ways to stab, slice, and gut something – which could definitely come in handy.

Even after surrounding yourself with the three, you weren’t entirely sold on the idea of putting any sort of trust in them. You didn’t speak of anything personal, nor did you even attempt to learn anything about them. It would be easier this way. There can only be one victor in the end, and the memories of the fallen tributes should be left to be carried on by their own friends and families, not by someone who was an instrument in their death.

And, selfishly, you just didn’t want the chance of actually liking any of them to arise. It would be hard enough to kill strangers – killing friends would probably destroy you.

---

The training scores were being announced as you sat between Finnick and Ian. Nervously, you kept bouncing your leg up and down on the plush seat as you waited for your name to pop up on the screen.

Your show to the Gamemakers may not have been anything extremely special, but you would be damned if your new prowess with a spear would go unnoticed. Finnick’s teachings were nothing short of a blessing, and every time you lifted that metal bar, you had the unrestrained thought of making him proud.

It was strange, to find comfort in a man whose sole purpose in your life was to keep you from dying. He would do all he could to keep sponsors coming your way and leave you with all the knowledge and tricks he gained from his own Games. And you would survive. If you wished hard enough that you would live through it, perhaps you could wish it into existence.

A fool’s thought, but it didn’t stop you from looking up to the night sky every night and doing just that. It wasn’t a prayer, not by a long shot. If there was a God out there, you’d hate them with every fiber of your being for allowing their “children” to do this to one another without fear of repercussion. You were already in a living hell – it couldn’t get much worse than this.

Silencing your mind, you peaked with interest as Ian’s name flashed across the screen along with his score. An 8. That was solid. Enough to show the sponsors he was someone worth rooting for and kept the Careers off his tail for being too much of a threat. But it’s not like you cared that much when your name and picture finally appeared.

From pure desperation and worry soaking your veins, you grabbed Finnick’s hand in an attempt to calm yourself. You couldn’t even look at him, not as your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you. But Finnick looked at you.

He saw how scared you were – not just from the placings, but from the whole event. He couldn’t be surprised – hardly anyone made it through the Games without being completely terrified. Even in his own Games, he was fearful. Petrified, more like. No one wants to die like an animal and, besides the vicious, no one wants to kill another human being like one either. So, tightening his own hand around yours, softly rubbing his thumb on the back, he waited with bated breath for your score.

9. Oh, fuck.

“That puts you right around the Careers,” Finnick whispered to you.

You nodded your head, eyes still staring straight at some unknown point in front of you. Your hand was still wrapped around Finnick’s, neither one of you wanting to let go from the worldly anchor. In truth, you were surprised you had placed that high, and by the slightly jealous façade that rested on Ian’s face, you could tell he wasn’t too happy about it either. But Finnick, he just seemed to watch your facial response to it, ready to help you through.

There was no overwhelming emotion of happiness or disappointment, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. And, after turning your face to drown into his oceanic eyes once more, you were.

---

This was it. The clock was counting down as you and the other tributes stood atop your respective platforms waiting for the blood bath to begin. For humanity to disappear and pure unrestrained carnage to take its place.

Your whole body was shaking. Anxiety and dread were filling you up and overflowing at the top. You wanted to be anywhere but here. You wanted to be dead already to get it over with. You wanted to be with Annie and your family playing on the beach.

You just didn’t want to be here.

So, for a split second, you let your consciousness cover your mind with a memory. Something warm and happy that could perhaps get you through the next minutes or hours or days. And you indulged in it.

“Oh, yeah. My parents took us swimming all the time. For ‘exercise’ and all that, but really, I know they just wanted to spend time as a family whenever we could.”

You and Finnick were lounging in the main sitting area within your deck of the Tribute Center. While he probably should have made his leave already, he wanted to check on you after your training, and, without admitting it, desired to spend time with you.

The two of you were currently sharing memories of your families and friends and life. You don’t quite remember how the conversation happened, but it was just too easy to get lost in the words with him. A bittersweet thought of how you would miss him materialized, but you quickly threw it to the wayside so you could luxuriate in the presence of Finnick Odair.

“My mom was always about making sure that between work on the docks, out on the waves, or just helping with the catches, we prioritized one another. Blood is thicker than water, she would always remind us.” You couldn’t help the bright smile painting your face as you thought about how kind and, sometimes scary, your mother was. She truly loved life and insisted on making sure everyone in your family could see the beauty in it as well, if not a little aggressively.

“She once threatened my younger brother, Kade, that she would take away his slice of chiffon cake if he didn’t go out and play with his friends for a bit.” You disclosed. “She ate it right in front of him when he refused.”

You both laughed at the story, going on to tell him more about your siblings and Annie, who was practically your sister at this point. With each passing story, you grew less enthusiastic. He saw the way you started to deflate from the stories, sadness taking its place due to your current predicament of perhaps never being able to see your loved ones again.

He didn’t want those memories to sour from this, he wanted you to keep them treasured – shrouded in a golden cloud of light and love. With a sense of duty, he moved over from his armchair to join you on the loveseat you were curled into.

Your doe eyes followed his movements, curious as to what he was doing. He sat beside you; stern vulnerability layered on his features. With shrugged eyebrows and a twinkle of some unknown emotion in his eyes, he placed his hand on the side of your face, tenderly holding you in position.

“Don’t let them take this from you.” He softly insisted, fingers warming you where they rested. “They want to break you, to dull you, but don’t let them win.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Before your brain registered that you should reply to him.

“Wh- What?” You stuttered out in a hushed voice, much less of a conversation than you intended, but you were still confused by his words and actions. He continued to look at you, stealing glimpses into your soul through your widened eyes.

“Your memories, your love. The Games are built to destroy you of it all, leaving nothing more than a walking corpse empty of thought and emotion.” He asserted. “But don’t let them win. When you walk out a victor, hold onto what you love most and remember that the Capitol can’t take that. They can try to take your humanity, what makes you, you, but they won’t.”

You were stunned into silence, thoughts running rampant, but one began to overshadow them all.

He thinks I’ll win?

“I know we’ve only truly known each other for a short while, but I’d like to think I’ve become a great judge of character over the years.” He confessed with a small smile. “And when I look at you, I see a genuinely good person. Someone who shouldn’t have been forced into this, who should have lived their life out in peace and bliss but will win because they have something to fight for.”

You didn’t want to speak, to breathe, for fear of stopping his expression. But your eyes encouraged him, so he went on.

“You. Fight for yourself, Y/N L/N. Fight for the memories you hold in your heart. Fight for the love you have to give. Fight for whoever makes your head rush. Fight for the feelings.” He whispered out, only for you. “Just, please, fight. I know you can win. You have the skills, the intelligence, everything. So, fight for everything and nothing at all.”

Silent tears were streaming down your heated cheeks from his honesty. You knew Finnick to be manipulative and cunning when he needed to be, but there was nothing but a boy who wanted to be heard in front of you. What did he have to lie for anyway? You’d be going into that arena either way, friend or not.

Your own smaller hand covered Finnick’s as he continued to hold your cheek. Your lids gently shut as you pushed yourself into the warmth he was offering, staying close to him. He watched you hold the part of himself he presented to you, and decided he should gift just a little bit more.

Lifting his left hand to sit on the other side of your face, he pulled you close to rest his forehead against your own. With shut eyes, the two of you breathed in each other as the intimate moment closed over you.

Even in this short period of time, you’d never felt as close to a person as you did to Finnick. He knew the position you were in, for he had stood there before. He knew your emotions better than you did and encouraged them as a power, not a weakness. He was a light in this dark world, and you’d protect that flame with your life.

Pulling his head back but still staying close, he expressed one last thing. “My secrets, Y/N. I’ll give you all my secrets if you come back to me. If you fight for me. I’ll fight for you every day of my life and it still won’t be enough if you don’t come. Back. To. Me.”

He practically shook with the truth of his words. He wanted for nothing more than time. Time with you. Time to truly learn everything about you. Something in him yearned for you since the moment you had met. Your strength, your smile, your brilliance. He wanted to bathe and drown in it all at once. So, he needed you to win. To dirty yourself as he still is. Then, perhaps, you could both learn how to wear the past together.

For a short moment, all you could do was look at him. To take him in as he was, no mask atop his face. To see what Finnick Odair looked like when there were no secrets to steal. And then you quickly tucked yourself into his torso as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’ll fight for you, Finnick.” You declared into his chest. “I’ll fight for more moments like this.”

He hesitated for just a breath before he enveloped his arms around you, holding you tight and taking in your presence. He would make sure that you get anything you need in that arena. And that he’ll be there to pick up any pieces you left behind when you come back to him.

---

Della was dead. Ian was dead. Tributes from all the districts were dead.

The only ones still living were you and Billy, and the clock was ticking away.

Ian stuck true to his word and met you far from the Cornucopia as the two of you ran for your lives. The arena was a swamp – dirty and thick with a putrid smell that you would never forget. But the cypress and tupelo tree bunches gave what cover they could as you deftly made your way through the duckweed covering parts of the watery surface. Della and Billy attempted to steal a supply pack out of the slaughterhouse, but only Billy returned. Sticking close to one another, you made it through your first night.

Finnick also did as he promised and made sure the sponsors gave you anything you needed: spears, bread, ointment for Ian after he ran through a thorn-filled brush and ripped his leg open, even just extra blankets and water bottles – he made sure you were always supplied. His heart was in his mouth every time he saw you on screen, each day fitting you worse than the last. Exertion and fear were already taking their toll on you with mud-caked skin, chapped lips, and hair that was matting faster than a sunset. But none of that mattered as long as you made it to the end.

Ian was the next to go with a slit throat as your group battled head-to-head with the Careers. Two of the four were down before it happened, giving you all a false sense of hope. It was in that second of distraction that the girl from 2 sprinted around and tore Ian’s neck open before you could even blink.

Without even thinking, you launched your spear right into her chest as Billy finished off the District 1 boy. The two of you were unaware that each had defeated a tribute, but as your breathing slowed and you turned toward him, the realization hit you like a train.

I have to kill him.

It was a sickening thought, one you wish you’d never have to think about, but one that was entirely fueled by survival. You made a promise to Finnick that you would return. That you would come back. And even with aching limbs and short breaths, you would fight.

So, fight you did.

Billy started making his way to you as you reached the District 2 girl and yanked the spear from her concaved chest. There was no time for sympathy, no time for feelings. Billy wasn’t your friend. Sure, he may have saved you from the guy from 6 and always made sure that you got your share of food, but he wasn’t your friend. He couldn’t be your friend.

You locked down your thoughts as the two of you met in a patch of hip-deep swamp water. The muck below was forcing your feet to sink lower and gave you little grasp, but you lived in the sandy ocean. You knew how to maneuver well enough to use it to your advantage.

You were smaller than Billy as he towered over you at some number over six feet – a sturdy build for a butcher’s life. Which was a disadvantage for the environment. As you could navigate across the ground without fear of adhering to it, he was stuck, weighted down into the pit of swamp.

As he struggled to turn to follow your movements, his hands were briskly releasing knives your way. Try as you might, you couldn’t miss all of them. One lodged in your upper shoulder as another grazed your cheek, nipping off the tip of your left ear. But he wouldn’t have an infinite number of knives, and you could be patient enough for them to run dry.

And when they did, you advanced. Flittering over to him, you adjusted your stance just as Finnick taught you – bracing your arms apart so they could give and move as needed. You caught him in the side at first, until he grabbed onto the other end of the spear and pulled you toward him. He was stronger than you. If he got his hands on you, he could choke you out or drown you as hastily as he wanted, so you couldn’t let him touch you.

As he hauled you closer and closer to him, you steadied yourself. You’d only have one shot at this, and if you missed, it was all over. Taking a deep breath and focusing on the one moment you would have for this to work, you waited.

Not yet.

He was reaching the end of the spear.

Not yet.

He was loosening his grip on one hand to stretch out toward you.

Not yet.

You could feel the heat of his palm as he began to place it on your good shoulder.

Now.

In a flash, you jumped up and around him, securing yourself on his back and throwing him off balance so he couldn’t lay hold of you. Spear forgotten; you grasped his knife still stuck in your shoulder. With a cry, you yanked it out of yourself and stabbed it into his neck. And you stabbed again. And again. Tears were streaming down your face like a river flooded as you made sure he was well and truly dead.

As his heavy body dropped, you released your death grip but not before you fell into the water with him. You closed your tired eyes as you floated in the combination of blood and sludge. Nothing felt real. You were a victor, and you didn’t feel real. For a moment you could almost see your consciousness floating above you in a haze, like you were the one to die rather than Billy. But as soon as it was there it was gone. Instead, a transporter floated just where you had been, and now it was grabbing the winner of the 70th Hunger Games up into its claws once more.

---

Finnick was the first to greet you with nothing but concern on his face. As everyone else tossed cheers and ‘congratulations’ at you, he held onto you and walked you from the crowd. And he didn’t let go even when you sobbed into his shirt, staining it with tears and blood.

A doctor had to stitch your shoulder and cheek and wrap your bleeding ear, but with the Capitol’s technology, it took less than 2 days to heal. And Finnick never left your side for those days, talking about nonsense and the sponsors and the Games and how your family came to visit but you were unconscious from the medication and everything else he could think of that he couldn’t talk to you about before.

You told him about your heart-wrenching fear at every waking moment and nightmares you would have each night in the arena. Sleep was unwilling to take you, and you hardly wanted it to. Not when the arena croaked and screeched with animals and tributes on the prowl. Nothing but pure survival was in your veins, and that feeling was reluctant to leave you even now.

When you were dismissed from the hospital, he didn’t leave your side then, either. He talked to your family and Annie like they had known each other for a lifetime already. It made you happy watching them together. All the people you loved right in front of you, and you were still alive to witness it.

Even with the dark cloud looming over you, they were still the sun’s rays shining through. Small, but strong enough to keep you going.

---

Weeks after the Games and your victory tour concluded, you were nestled in a small reading nook in your home in Victors’ Village. The Games still haunted you, but you found solace in books. In romantic novels that didn’t have death sentences or tyrannical leaders – just two people who were in love and determined to display that in any way they could.

It was a way for you to escape reality, if even for a fleeting moment. Surrounding yourself with friends and family could only help for so long, and more often than not, being around so many people had you reliving the fight between your group and the Careers. The heaviness of the air and the cacophony of sounds had your stomach turning and chest tightening. Usually, Finnick would notice and quickly relieve you of the event by sheltering you outside.

It was a rather common occurrence, which is why you were happy to be in solitude. You told your family that you’d like to live in the house alone, if only for a couple of months, but they were more than welcome to visit you – which your mother did. A lot. She’d bring attempts at dinners and pies, but you were grateful for her and never discouraged her love. You couldn’t imagine the pain that she went through watching her daughter almost lose her life in the arena, so you entertained all of her antics. Almost every time she visited her eyes would drift to where your shoulder scar lay beneath your clothes, and she always kissed the mark on your cheek before she left as well. The reminders were plain to see.

But your solitude was never truly lonely.

“Hot chocolate?” Your eyes broke from the pages in front of you to look at Finnick, who was now offering the delectable drink to you.

You smiled at him and nodded, shifting your position to reach for the mug of cocoa. He sat beside you, offering more warmth than just that in your hands as he glanced at the book resting in your lap.

“Pride and Prejudice, again?” He smirked. “You have a library full and you’re reading this for, what, the fifth time this month?”

You hit his shoulder with your own as you giggled into your cup. Taking a sip and humming as the warm liquid traveled down your throat, you set your cup aside to face him.

“It’s a wonderful story, what can I say.” You confessed to him.

“And,” He reclined back in his seat as he regarded you. “Highly illegal. I still don’t know how you got your hands on that.” Shaking his head, he took his own drink of the hot chocolate and evaluated you with a raised brow.

“Perks of being a victor, as you should already be aware of.” Your smile vanished. “You get secrets, and I get tales to bury myself in.”

Any trace of playfulness withdrew from his manner. Soft eyes looked into your own as he set his cup aside, reciprocating the action to yours.

“Y/N,” he whispered softly.

Before he could say anymore, you snuggled into him, hurting for the man before you. “I’m sorry, Finnick. I didn’t mean to bring it up, I just– I just can’t understand why they would do that to you.”

Your watery eyes finally traveled back up to his, as he caressed your head with a tender touch. Finnick had finally told you what his days consisted of as a victor – of forced touches and unwanted attention; he was used in the Capitol for his looks and composure. You didn’t take it well, seconds away from marching to President Snow and killing him yourself for putting loving, sweet Finnick through that pain.

It wrecked you even more to know that he dealt with it all for the people he cared about. For his family. For his friends. For you. And that there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it without putting everyone else in danger. The worst that was done to you was parading you around like a show dog on a leash to different events. Perhaps if you weren’t scarred, they would have wanted the same for you, but for once, you could count yourself lucky that Billy hadn’t fully missed.

“Y/N,” he spoke once more as he lifted your chin to gaze down into your eyes. “Please, don’t suffer for me. You know I would do anything to protect you from them, and if this is the cost, then so be it.”

You shook your head as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “You don’t deserve this. You shouldn’t have to do anything else for them. Especially not that.”

You couldn’t even say the words out loud, it was so repulsive. It made sense now, why he was always with new and different Capitol citizens at those parties. Why he never looked truly there in the way he handled himself. And it made you want to shove your spear into anyone who would ever try and do that to him again.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really.” He gently smiled at you the way he reserved only for you – with all the love and radiance he could put into it. “I get to spend the rest of my time– the rest of my life with you. That’s all I could ever ask for.”

“Finnick,” you whispered, hardly knowing what to say to him.

He gingerly brushed the hair back from your forehead as he placed a kiss upon it, hushing you. “For you, my love, I would do anything.”

Your body trembled in his hands from the emotion tumbling around inside you. After the Games, it was hard to let yourself get close to him, for the honest fear of losing him. But he was patient. He waited for you and took his time working through the tremors of the Games that still resided within you. It was hard, it still is, to make it through a day without finding yourself back in that arena, but being around him made it easier – more manageable. He was the part of you that kept you afloat and you were hanging on with both hands to make sure he stayed.

You lost yourself in his eyes – green and blue twirling in an intimate dance, the most beautiful you had ever seen. Truly, there was no other place you would rather be than with him. Every ounce of comfort that you felt stemmed from Finnick, and he felt just the same. To part with one another now would be to rip a heart in two, never fitting the pieces to another.

I love him.

It was a scary thought and, really, shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did. You knew for a long time already that you did but admitting it to yourself was the true challenge. Everyone knew it, hell, Annie would constantly ask you when the two of you would just marry already – she had never seen two people as made for the other until she saw you and Finnick. But you were slow to let that part of yourself go. He already had your heart, but now, you would finally allow yourself to have his.

Tenderly, you reached your hands to cup his face – the slight stubble growing on his cheeks tickling your palms. As not to scare him off, you so slowly pulled his head down to yours. Only an inch apart, your mouths breathed onto one another, painting your lips with his scent.

“Y/N,” he ground out in a whimper.

“Finnick,” you echoed back. “I love you.”

The sharp inhale was the only sign that he had heard your small voice. That, and the urgency at which he bridged the gap between your mouths. A whine escaped from the back of your throat at how soft he was – how his lips molded into your own as if fated to do so. You were already addicted to the feeling.

Finnick wasn’t faring much better. His whole head was fuzzy with love and reverence for you as he pulled you up to sit on his lap, bringing you as close to you as he could. Tenderness soon turned into something more as he began to map out the curves of your body with his hands. As you gasped from his touch, he took the chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth, charting that territory out as well.

Happily returning the favor, you too began exploring the body of the glorious man before you. Tongues twisting, hands moving, both your breaths became labored as the need for even more started hazing both your minds. Pulling away for just a moment, you took your chance.

“Y/N,” he practically growled out as you began to shift your hips over his growing hardness. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable yet.”

And you knew he meant it. While the two of you had never crossed that line before, you wanted to use more than just your words to show him how much you love him. You wanted to cherish him, to give him all of you.

“I want to.” You pleaded. Then, you quickly pulled away as a thought occurred to you. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about how you might feel about this. Fuck, Finnick, I–”

Before another word could leave your mouth, Finnick covered it with his own, pushing all the love he has to give into you. He coaxed you right back into the kiss, cradling your head close, softly rubbing the flat scar on your ear’s tip. Through a deep breath, he broke the tender instant to glance back at you. Your mind clouded until he spoke.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want you, Y/N,” he reassured. “There is nothing in this world that I want more than you. What happens in the Capitol doesn’t leave me broken, not when you’re still here. And, if you want me, you already have me – I just don’t want you to feel forced into it.”

As he explained his thoughts to you, his hands were delicately rubbing up and down your sides as to console any feelings revolving around your head. He loved you without needing something physical. You were more than enough for him without anything else than just your presence.

“I love you, Finnick Odair,” you confessed for the second time aloud. “And I want to be yours – mind, body, and soul. For as long as you should have me.”

As Finnick’s eyes grew watery from the words torn from your heart, he acknowledged just the same. “I will love you forever, Y/N L/N. And should I die tomorrow or fifty years from now, my thoughts will be filled with you. Only you.”

And with the words spoken and sealed in a lover’s embrace, you sculpted your lips around each other once more. Finnick was slow to undress you, taking the time to truly admire the woman that you were. Removing your top, he trailed his lips from your neck to the scar on your shoulder and drifted further down to your breasts.

You held your breath as you watched him take your nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing the bud with his tongue. Sighing, you tangled your hands into his hair, urging him to continue his actions. Doing just that, he reached one of his hands up to fondle your untouched breast, coaxing out more whines from you from the feeling.

Unaware, your hips continued to grind down on his lap, searching for some sort of friction for the growing heat in your core. While you had reached highs on your own hands and fingers before, you never touched a man like this – let alone felt the urge to have every part of him in you. And damn it, did you ever want to feel Finnick fucking Odair.

As he switched between ministrations on your nipples, he groaned into you every time you caught on his swelling cock. His head was filled with nothing but the thoughts of you and how he wanted to taste and touch you. How he wanted to tempt out every little noise you could make as you reached your peak over and over again. How he wanted to drown in you.

Giving into his raging thoughts, he flipped the two of you around so your back lay comfortably on the cushions beneath you. Hot chocolate cooling and book thrown to some corner in the room, it was just you and him. Nothing else mattered.

Wandering down your body once more, he rid you of your pants and undergarments, leaving you bare in the sun. You were a goddess to him. A picture of perfection. He would never get tired of gazing upon you. Even when the two of you had grown old and grey, you would still be the most beautiful thing, sculpted by the poets themselves.

You watched as his eyes traced your body, and you began to grow self-conscious. Before you could even attempt to close yourself off from him, he grabbed onto your thighs and looked deep into your lust-blown eyes.

“Please, don’t hide from me.” He begged you. “You are the most exquisite being, never forget that. I feel like the luckiest man in the world to be able to even glimpse your beauty.”

Sentiments swelling your throat, you nodded up to him and relaxed into his touch. Seeing your newly eased state, he kneeled on the ground as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. Gazing upon your core, a growl emerged from the back of his throat. Your slick heat was practically begging to be filled by him, and who was he to deny such a pretty little thing?

He kissed up the innermost parts of your legs, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. Before you could issue a complaint to stop teasing, he licked a warm stripe up your pussy, and you gasped. Head thrown back and hands immediately finding purchase in his hair, you were hooked.

He nuzzled his nose into your clit as he began to touch your core with his tongue, forcing out mewls and whines from your mouth. Reaching up his hands, one gripped onto your legs to prevent them from wrapping around his head, while the other spread your lips so he could dive even deeper into you. Flicking and cooing, his tongue continued to taste your slick as he moaned into you from your flavor.

You began rubbing your hips up and down his face as you continued to chase your high. He was too good at this – you’d never last long at this rate.

“Finnick, ahh,” you chanted his name like a choir of angels, and your voice went straight to his cock.

Wanting nothing but his name on your mind, he inserted a finger to begin loosening you up. The slight stretch already elicited a whine of pain from you. His digit was so much longer and thicker than your own, and you had a feeling his length was even more so.

As soon as he felt you relax around one, he slipped in a second. Scissoring around your cunt, he sucked on your clit to keep you slackened. You already felt so full. But as soon as all the discomfort turned to pleasure, you wanted more than just his fingers in you.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. “Finnick, I, shit, I want to feel you.”

He sighed into your pussy at your pleading state. Closing his eyes, he continued slipping his fingers in and out of you, getting you even further toward your orgasm.

“Not yet, love.” He insisted in a gravelly voice. “I want to taste you on my tongue first. You can do that, yeah baby? Want to cum in my mouth? I know you can do it. You’re such a good girl.”

You whined as you shut your eyes and continued stirring your hips on his face. He placed his lips back over your clit and thrust his fingers even faster into your heat. The sound of his knuckles squelching against your wetness was driving him insane, but he wanted to– no, needed to taste your essence before putting his cock into you.

As you felt your climax crawling nearer, your pussy clamped down around Finnick’s fingers, not wanting to let go. Your hips became erratic as you felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen – rising from your toes to the tip of your head. Finnick moved and slurped like a man starved, aching for you to lose yourself on him.

With a few more movements and a cry loosened from your lips, you released right into Finnick’s waiting mouth. He cleaned up every last drop, not wanting any to go to waste. You continued to ride out your high as he removed his lips from your bud. Once he felt you tire from your spend, he slipped his fingers out of you.

You watched with hungry eyes as he licked his fingers clean, eyes rolling back as his cock leaked from the wonder of your taste. Moaning as he popped them out of his salivating palate, he quickly moved to rid himself of his shirt. Reaching his arms back behind his neck and tearing the shirt from his torso up around his head, his eyes never left yours.

“I knew you would taste absolutely fucking divine.” He proclaimed to you as he started stripping his pants off. “I bet you feel just as good.”

Gasping, you finally laid eyes on his cock. Thick and girthy, you had no idea how it was supposed to fit in you. While it wasn’t ridiculously long, the stature of it made up more than enough. And as Finnick saw you fixed upon his hardened length, he twitched, which made you whimper up to him.

Bending back down to hover over you, he covered your mouth with his lips, allowing you to taste the salty remains of your own release. Moaning into his mouth, you gripped onto his bronze locks once more, lifting your hips to graze your now swollen clit against him.

He groaned and swiftly grabbed onto your hips to push you down. Backing from the kiss, he asked you one last time, “Are you sure?”

Breathless, you answered. “Yes. Please. I’ve never been surer about anything.”

Staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but certainty, he nodded.

“This is going to hurt, at first.” He stated. “Just try to stay relaxed and I promise you, you’ll start to feel good soon enough.”

Bobbing your head, you dug your nails into his shoulders to brace yourself as he glanced down and began to line himself up to your still-sweating heat. As he pressed the tip into you, you inhaled a sharp breath. Finnick immediately looked up to your face.

“It’s okay. Breathe, my love.” He took his hand and caressed your face. Settling a tender kiss on your lips, you started to breathe normally once again. Taking it as his cue to continue his insertion, he pressed back into you.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, he rocked his length into you. Taking the time to pull back and forth, he was easing you through the tight pain in your cunt. You were biting down on your bottom lip and your eyes were sealed shut from the sting of it.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little bit more and, shit, I’ll be all the way. God, you’re so tight, fuck.”

Finnick was trying his hardest to go slow for you, but the way that your cunt was compressed around him was like a drug. He wanted more, he wanted to move, but he would never place his own needs above your own. He watched your face for any sign of unordinary discomfort, but he saw none, so he inched further and further until he was fully sheathed into you.

Groaning, he dropped his head into your neck and panted out. As you adjusted to his size, the discomfort subsided. Sighing out as well, you started to lift your hips in your attempt at receiving friction. Finnick moaned and bit down into the softness of your neck.

“Move, Finnick, please.” You whimpered into his ear, already drunk on the feeling of his cock in you. You were so full, practically pushed to the brim, but you wanted more of him. You wanted him to make love to you.

Listening to your words, he dragged his cock through your walls as he moved in and out of you. Feeling your warmth rub against him was nothing short of amazing – there wasn’t anything that would ever compare to the feeling of you.

The two of you moaned in tandem as he thrust a particularly harsh plunge into you. You were scraping his back, leaving red angry lines as you wrapped your legs around his fit waist. Even in your inebriated state, you couldn’t help but admire him. For more than just his handsomeness, Finnick was the most gorgeous thing inside and out, and you couldn’t believe that he was yours. You would do anything for him to smile at you, to give you soft kisses to your temple, to just be.

So, you took hold of his head from where it was leaving marks on your neck, and you clashed your teeth together in a heated kiss. He was quick to reciprocate and grip onto your ass as he continued drilling himself into you, mouth never leaving yours.

You were the one to break the kiss as you leaned back to moan from the feeling.

“Fuck, Finnick. I love you so much.” You were rambling now, high off nothing but the way he was making you melt into his arms. “Please don’t leave me. I couldn’t, ah, live without you. Need you here. Always here. Mmm, my Finnick.”

He continued his movements as he gazed at you, love and lust battling for dominance in his sea-green eyes. “I’ll never let you go, Y/N. You are mine as I am yours. God. I was made to be by your side. Oh, Y/N. To always be with you. Would never leave you. My heart, fuck, is yours forever.”

The two of you were incoherent, rambling sentiments of love and sweet nothings to the other. Both of your climaxes were approaching, wanting to cum at the same time as the other. Skin on skin and sweat dripping upon each other, this was a plea of love, a confessional. Never to leave, always to stay – your hands were tied together as Finnick kissed you softly once more.

In contrast, his hips picked up the pace, as his fingers found your throbbing clit once more, pushing you to reach the top with him. His movements became inconsistent as he grew closer, knowing you were on your way as well by the way you were clenching down on him.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed at you. “Cum with me. You’re so close, love, I can feel it.”

“Yes, yes!” you whined at him. “Wanna cum, wanna cum with you. Ah, almost there, Finnick, don’t stop.”

Moving your hips with him, you both panted as the light grew brighter. He sped his twirling fingers up around your bud, begging you to peak with him. And as the two of you whined and whimpered louder and louder, Finnick thrust hard and deep into you. With this one last push, you both roared a moan as you came in and around the other.

Slowing his motions, Finnick allowed you to ride out your orgasm as he spilled his seed in you. Your legs twitched around his hips as you came down from your high. Head tilted back, you breathed hard and fast as your heart pounded. Finnick wrapped his arms around you as he held you close, still buried inside you.

For just a bit, the two of you stayed like that – together as one. Your pants eventually withdrew and were left with nothing more than the beating of the blood in your veins. He tenderly pulled out of you, leaving you empty of nothing but the soreness in your hips. Rubbing small circles on the aching joints, he kept his head close to yours. He then started kissing all over your face, making you giggle.

Chuckling along with you, he saved you from the attack by pulling away and looking at you with pure love and adoration. Mirroring his visage, you tenderly stroked his cheek as he sighed into your palm.

“I’m going to marry you, Y/N.” It wasn’t a question, but a fact he knew true in his heart.

Your eyes widened at his words, stilling your actions for a moment.

“Not tomorrow,” he laughed at your shocked expression. “Perhaps not a week or month from now, but one day I will. And that day will be the happiest of my life.”

Tears brimmed along your eye line, but it wasn’t sadness blurring your vision. Joy, excitement, and love were making their presence known in this strange way, and you didn’t know how else to respond to his worrisome look except to smile at him. Smile with your heart and soul to the man who was everything to you. And he smiled back the way Finnick Odair only smiles at you: uninhibited and overflowing with fondness.

Nestling into him as he repositioned you both on the seat, you contently sighed into him. This is what you fought for in that arena. This is why you promised that you’d win.

For vulnerable moments like this. For nothing between you and the man you love except the warm skin of your bodies. For the chance to live and not survive. For him.

With those thoughts in your mind, there was only one way you knew how to respond to him: with your truth, not a secret, and not in fear.

“Yes, I will marry you, Finnick Odair.”

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A/N: Don't look at me. This spilled out of me. This takes place before the movie, even before Annie. Not beta'd.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,913

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Campbell x Student F! Reader (she is 18)

Plot: Your dream of confessing your feelings to your tutor turns out to be a nightmare.

WARNINGS: non-con/rape, dubcon/coercion, obsession/stalker vibes, age gap, power dynamics/imbalance, mindfuck/gaslighting, blackmail, assault, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, praising, creampie, non-consensual photos, restraint, faceslapping, unprotected PiV, oral sex (F receiving)

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT

GIF by @giveintogarrett

Today's the day. You can't wait to tell your tutor the great news and while on the way home from school, you were so nervous and excited. You also decided today is the day you're going to confess your feelings for him since it's your last session. Knowing that the house would be empty during this time, you took advantage of the opportunity. After checking yourself in the mirror, you head downstairs to the sitting room where he's looking through his notes.

"Hi, Ethan. Sorry, just had to freshen up a bit," you apologize as you walk over to him with an extra pep in your step.

"It's no problem," he smiles politely.

You sit down next to him and he scoots over to accommodate you.

"So how was school?" he asks, shifting his attention to you.

"It was great," you smile at him.

"Oh, yeah?" he starts, adjusting his glasses and looking at you expectantly. "So...?"

You both stare at each other for a few moments until you finally break the suspense lingering.

"I passed! I'm graduating!" You squeal in excitement, bouncing in your seat.

"That's amazing!" Ethan reacts with equal excitement. "Congratulations!"

His arms spread wide open as he stands up and you do the same, stepping into his space and wrapping your arms around his torso for a full body hug. You hold him a bit tighter and longer, smelling his chest.

"I knew you could do it, kiddo."

With your arms still around him, you pull back to look up at him. He curiously tilts his head looking back at you.

"What is it?" he asks, a bit concerned.

"There's... there's also something else I want to tell you."

"Okay," he nods, releasing you. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, of course," you sputter, letting your arms fall to the side and shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "Um..."

You look down at your loafers trying to conjure up the courage to tell him.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you," he says.

You look up at his sincere and comforting face and flash him a tight-lipped smile. Glancing behind you, you shuffle over back to the couch to sit down and Ethan follows. With his hands folded on his lap, he waits patiently. You take a deep breath and sit up straight, puffing out your chest.

"Ethan, I like you," you finally tell him, letting out a breath of relief, but you hold your breath again when he doesn't respond.

He looks back at you with a blank expression and slight tilt to the head.

"Well, I like you too, kiddo. You're one of my best students," he says casually, relaxing into the couch.

You try to read his face and body language and realize he misunderstood you.

"N-no, I mean... like like."

Ethan stiffens.

"I've always thought you were so cute and handsome and kind and sweet. You always listen and know the right things to say," you smile, and turn your face away suddenly feeling shy.

You've had a crush on him since you first met him in the beginning of the school year. He's older than you. Not in an “old enough to be your father” kind of way, but his beard, brow rim glasses and slicked back hair makes him appear older than he is, which you prefer. He's so attentive to you and makes you feel special. Biting your lower lip, you gaze up at him from under your lashes. Ethan adjusts himself on the couch and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. You frown when he doesn't react in a way you had hoped.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable--" you start to apologize.

"N-no!" Ethan cuts in. "I just... wasn't expecting this."

Feeling brave, you scoot closer to him and cautiously put your hand on his knee. He looks down at your hand and then back up at your face.

"You're not like the boys at school, not like Ben. You know how to treat a lady."

His attention shifts back down to your hand when it slowly slides up his thigh.

"Ben? Your boyfriend?" Ethan asks.

"Ex," you shake your head and continue to inch higher, but he doesn't budge.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm overstepping." Feeling dejected, you pull your hand away and stand up to walk away.

"Wait!"

You feel Ethan's long, thick fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back down. You look back at him and notice a flicker in his eyes.

"I have a confession too," he starts and you give him your undivided attention. "I like you too," he flashes a warm smile. "Like like."

Your face lights up and you give him a smile so wide, it hurts your face.

"I think you're cute too," he compliments. "You're smart, always so eager and excited to learn. You have this bubbly personality with this infectious laugh, yet also so adorably shy and innocent."

He scoots closer to you and your heart beats faster. He brings a hand up and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Your face gets hot at his touch and you look away again.

"I'm not that innocent." You look back at him coyly, now knowing the feelings are mutual.

Ethan is caught off guard when you climb onto his lap, straddling him and then pressing your lips over his. He freezes up for a moment but then you feel him kissing you back. You smile against his lips and deepen it. His muscles relax as he continues to make out with you. You flinch when you feel Ethan's hand grabbing your ass under your skirt so with your hands, you move his to your waist without breaking contact. His hands wander again and you shift uncomfortably on his lap, but then you feel him slide his hand to your front under your skirt and you flinch again.

"Wait, Ethan, s-slow down," you breathe out and then put your hands on his chest to try to put a little distance between you two, but he pushes you down onto the couch and smashes his mouth against yours.

His hand reaches between your legs again and you try to push his hand away.

"Ethan-" you let out a nervous chuckle and try to squirm away, but he follows you.

“Don’t be shy,” he tells you, reaching under your skirt again.

“Okay, Ethan, stop.” You push away from him again, more firmly this time, but he pins your hands above your head and your body against the couch, feeling his erection poking you.

"Stop being a fucking tease," Ethan growls, hovering his face above yours.

You freeze, staring back up at him, shocked at his aggression.

"Don't be all coy now. You think I don't notice when you purposely crossing and uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, showing what you're wearing underneath your rolled up uniform skirt?" With one large hand holding down your wrists, the other hand caresses the top of your thigh under your skirt.

"Or how about dropping something in front of me and bending over so I can see your ass and the outline of your pussy lips under that tight thong? Hm?"

You don't respond. You simply look away, dodging his uncomfortable gaze when he leans into you but his face follows yours, forcing you to acknowledge him.

"Just the other day, you tripped and fell on my lap."

"T-that was an accident," you quickly explain.

"Yeah, sure it was," he jabs. "Was it also an accident when you rubbed your ass against my crotch?"

"I-I was trying to get off of you. I was in an awkward position--"

You stiffen and your thighs clamp together tight when you feel his hand forcing his way up until his fingertips brush against the front of your underwear.

"Fuck, are you wet already?" he asks, impressed.

Your body is still tense and he senses it.

"Don't be nervous. I promise to be gentle," he assures you, planting a tender kiss on your cheek.

You feel his fingers start rubbing you and you buckle your knees when he runs them over your clit.

"You like how that feels?" he asks, drawing lazy circles around your clit, making your hips twitch.

You're conflicted. You did want to go all the way with Ethan, but after seeing this side of him, you're not so sure anymore. You have dreamt about this day many many times, but this is not how you ever imagined it.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I know you're enjoying this. Why else would your panties be so soaked?" he says as he continues to tease you. "You're right about not being so innocent."

"I-I'm a virgin," you quickly throw out, hoping maybe he'll ease up.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he spits out and you recoil. "I know you're not a virgin. I saw you and that boy - was that Ben? - in your bedroom on your 18th birthday party, which frankly, I wasn't sure why I was even invited in the first place but now I know. I don't know if you purposely left the door ajar or you were careless, but I saw you bent over on your bed getting fucked so hard and..." A guttural noise emits from his throat. "I'll admit, I got so jealous, but since then, every night I've jerked off to you, imagining how tight and soft your pussy probably feels."

You swallow hard as you stare back at him in complete fear. You're hoping someone comes home soon, but you know it wouldn't be for at least another hour and unfortunately, Ethan probably does too. He knows the schedule and it's been consistent for the last ten months.

"I bet your mouth is soft too," he adds, his gaze landing on your mouth. You gasp when he uses his knee to shove your leg apart and then cups your pussy, rubbing you harder through your underwear.

"Gosh, you're just getting wetter by the minute," he says. "I wanna taste you."

Ethan releases your wrists and as he moves down your body, you scramble away, but he quickly grabs your ankle and pulls you back in under his body and holds you down.

"The more you resist, the more rough I'll have to get. It's up to you how you want it. It makes no difference to me, but I do have to admit that the struggling makes it a little more fun," he smirks. "You're a good girl, right?"

"P-please don't hurt me," you plead.

"Shh, shh, no, I'm not gonna hurt you," he consoles you, nudging his nose against your temple, placing butterfly kisses on your face. "I promise you're gonna like it. Now stay put or I'm gonna have to restrain you."

You stay still as he makes his way down your body again. You look away when he lifts up your pleated skirt. He grabs each side of your soaked thong and peels it off of you, then down over your hips and legs.

"Well, look at that. No fuzz at all. Did you shave your pussy just for me?" he looks up at you, flattered. "Or are you always this pretty?"

You ignore his questions and focus on something, anything in the room to distract you as he spreads your thighs, your knee high socks and shoes dangling on each side of his shoulders. Your body betrays you when you let out a moan, feeling his mouth on you. His tongue expertly plays with your folds and alternately darts the tip inside you. Your hips buck when he starts sucking on your clit. You look down between your legs and make eye contact with Ethan. His darkened eyes frighten you. His whole mouth is latched on to you and his beard tickles your smooth lips and inner thighs.

"You taste so sweet," he says. "Just like you."

He plants a kiss on your pussy and then slides his middle finger inside you. You squirm but he lays his forearm across your hips to hold you down and insert a second finger. He pumps them in and out of you and goes back to using his mouth, lapping at your juices. His fingers dig deep, stroking you in places that are turning you on more, especially with the combination of the pressure of his soft tongue on your sensitive clit. You look away again and try to think about something else, something to block out what's being done to you, but you can't ignore the warm coil in your belly. You were told to always trust your gut but the knots you're feeling are a combination of fear and arousal and you don't know what to make of it.

Your back arches off the couch when you feel your g-spot getting stroked and the coil quickly tightening.

"Ethan!" You look down at him. "S-stop!"

But he ignores you and continues to jam his fingers into you while licking your clit, watching you thrash about. You reach down and shove his face away as you wiggle back. He adjusts his glasses as he looks back at you. Bracing yourself, expecting him to blow up on you, but instead you're met with a wide smile.

"So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"

You both stare at each other for a few beats, unmoved, watching to see who will make the next move. Taking your chances, you suddenly leap off the couch and head for an escape, but Ethan quickly launches himself at you and you barely take three steps.

"Ah ah! Where do you think you're going?"

Ethan hooks his arms around your torso, lifting you up as you kick and scream.

"You like the teasing and the chase, don't you?" He grunts into your ear. "Just like a slut!"

He throws you back down on the couch and straddles your hips.

"You feel this?" He grabs your hand and places it over his crotch where you can feel his erection.

You try to pull your hand back but he grips you tighter, forcing you to touch him.

"You did this. And every time you fighter back harder, it just makes me want to fuck you even more. So you're only doing this to yourself, sweetheart. You wanted this," he states.

Your chin starts trembling as a tear leaks out from the corner of your eye.

"Shh, no, don't cry. I promise I'm gonna take care of you."

He reaches down to caress your face, wiping the tears away. You slap his hand away and try to hit him, but he pushes your wrists away and then backhands you across the face.

"Look what you made me do!" His jaw twitches. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? But you're leaving me no choice."

He forcefully turns you over and you cry out when he yanks your arms behind your back. While holding your wrists together with one hand, the other starts undoing his belt. When he successfully gets it off, he binds you with it. He then positions you on your belly and pulls your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass up and face down.

"Would you look at that?" he says in awe.

You cringe when he lets out a groan of pleasure. You hear him moving behind you and your eyes get wide hearing a zipper.

"You don't have to do this," you tell him.

"Oh, yes I do. You wanted this."

"No!" you cry out when he shoves himself inside you.

He hisses as he takes a moment to get used to you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits.

He starts thrusting in and out of you, going faster and harder with each stroke.

"God, you feel so fucking good. This is better than I imagined."

"It hurts!" you cry out.

"Relax, sweetheart. If you relax, it won't hurt," he tells you.

"Please..." you beg. "Ow!"

He moans as he pounds into you from behind, holding your bound arms for leverage. Your skirt bounces, flashing the curve of your ass with every push. You feel the uncomfortable pressure of his cock against your cervix each time he goes in, but the sensation starts to evolve to pleasure with each stroke. Your hips stutter when Ethan's fingertips start playing with your clit again.

"You're so. fucking. wet!" He punctuates each word with a deep thrust and that warm coil returns, making you rock your hips back a little.

You're now confused at how your body is reacting because it doesn't align with how you're feeling right now. Each time he pushes in, you feel so delightfully full and crave more, but at the same time, you feel so disgusted and terrified. Maybe he's right. Maybe you do want this and did ask for it. You were the one who initiated this whole thing after all. You baited him, teased him, even climbed onto his lap like a desperate whore. And you're enjoying every second of it. Why else would his cock feel so good inside of you? Why else would you feel an orgasm building?

You arch your back a little more, stick your ass out a little higher, spread yourself a little wider for him. Feeling your body relax under his hands, he kneads your hips.

"That's it, take it like a good girl. You know you love it. You've been wanting this for so long."

You flinch when he spanks your hip.

"Get on your back," he commands after pulling out. He grips your upper arms to turn you over.

"You're hurting me!" you tell him, feeling his fingers digging so firmly into your arm, you're sure it'll leave bruises.

"Then do what you're told," he snarls.

You try to throw your weight to get on your back while he helps. The buckle from the belt binding your wrists together digs into your back and you squirm to try to get into a more comfortable position. You look up at him with a tear-stained face.

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone--" you plead with him again.

"No, you're not because if you do, I'm going to release the pictures I have of you and Ben fucking," he threatens.

"W-what?" Your face drops.

"Yeah, on your knees, sucking dick. Spread out, getting ate out," he tells you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. "Have you in so many positions."

A new dread forms in you..

"You'll be the slut who seduced her tutor. Saying you had it coming, that you asked for it. I mean well, you did. You came on to me first," he points out.

"And I really don't want to have to share your pretty pussy with the world." He reaches his hands inside your bra and cups both breasts, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over your nipples. "I wanna be the only one to jerk off to those pictures."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears stream down your face as you sob.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused. "You asked for this," he repeats.

"No, I didn't," you shake your head as you continue to cry.

"Fuck, your tits are so soft." Ignoring your protest, he leans down and pops one of your nipples into his mouth.

The sensation shoots down your body, below your waist. You try to shimmy to get away from him, but with your arms tied behind you and his weight on you, you're limited. He moves on to your other nipple and swirls his tongue around it. You feel a throbbing between your legs.

Ethan finally pulls back and grasps his heavy cock in his hand to guide it to your pussy. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and teases your slick lips and clit with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down. Your hips jerk.

Finally he pushes himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. He moans and you gasp. He then pushes your knees up to your chest and starts pumping into you with short and shallow strokes. You yelp when he drives into you hard and fast.

"Shhhh...." He clamps his hand over your mouth and you scream into it while he slams himself into you over and over again, causing the buckle to dig deeper into your back.

"Shh, it's almost over,” he comforts you.

More tears stream down your face.

“You like that don't you?" Ethan pants, his breathing getting labored. "You like getting fucked by a man?"

You do, right? Afterall, it’s what you wanted, right? At this point, you don’t fight it anymore and just let him have his way with you. Like he said, it’s almost over. You might as well try to enjoy it.

His pacing picks up, his hips pistoning against yours so hard, his glasses start sliding down his nose. You feel that coil in your gut close to snapping. A few more thrusts and your eyes roll back. You moan into his hand and your hips thrash as you cum all over him.

“There you go,” Ethan praises. “Fuck, you’re so slippery. I can feel you cumming on my cock. I’m gonna cum too.”

With all his might, he drives into you until he empties himself inside you. You can feel him pulsating inside you as he presses the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream but his hand is still silencing you. He finally releases your mouth and pulls out of you.

“You got what you wanted. Can you please let me go? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you ramble.

“One more thing,” he says. “Don’t move.”

With a relaxed smile, he leans in to give you a tender kiss but you flinch and turn your face away so he misses and catches the corner of your lips instead. You notice his expression subtly hardens for a flash of a moment and then he pulls back, tucking himself back in before digging through his bag. He pulls out his camera and aims it at you.

Feeling vulnerable, you close your legs and turn your face away from the camera, but Ethan forces your legs open.

“You don’t have to smile for me, but I wanna see your pussy with my cum dripping out of you,” he clarifies, groaning as it leaks out of you.

You’re tired and worn down. What’s another photo?

He snaps away, taking various angles of you in your state. When he’s satisfied, he helps you up and releases your wrists.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he apologizes as he examines your face.

You recoil from his touch and move away from him as you fix yourself to cover yourself and look presentable again.

“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says so casually like he’s talking about the weather.

“There won’t be a next time,” you warn him.

“Your parents agreed that you could use some college prep work before your first semester starts,” he explains. “I was already just excited to prepare you for success before I knew how you felt about me. And now? I look forward to spending time with you even more.”

Ethan affectionately touches your cheek, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you stare into the nothingness as you process this new information.

“So, are you ready to get started on that, kiddo?”

#Ethan campbell #dark!Ethan campbell #the tutor #Ethan campbell fanfiction #the tutor fanfiction #Ethan campbell x f! reader #non con #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #Garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund fanfiction

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royaldaycare · 26 days

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Hello !! I'm Logan (or Johnny!) and welcome to my daycare! you can call me Logan, Lo, Johnny, big brother or dada! I also occasionally go by saint or my OC's callsign, Sparrow!

A little about me ! :

I use he/they/it pronouns as well as some neo's and xeno's too!

I'm trans, gay and asexual! I'm also questioning whether I am poly or not!

I am an age regressor and a caregiver! (my agere blog is @gh0stlyb34r !)

I'm 19 and my birthday is June 3rd!

I'm from the uk!

my anons! ;

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I am a 100% sfw caregiver! any nsfw accounts will be blocked!

This blog is a safe space for regressors and caregivers alike! anyone that makes this blog an unsafe place will be blocked immediately

My rules!

dni ; nsfw, edsh, zionist, racist, homophobic, against Palestine, transphobic, ableist, trump supporters, anti agere, ddlg/abdl accounts, anti petre

boundaries ; keep all terms used for me either masc or gender neutral, do not flirt with me (even if it is as a joke or friendly), please keep all asks sfw.

My interests!

games ; call of duty, overwatch, resident evil 4, forza horizon, roblox (royale high, dress to impress, obby's and tycoons!), fnaf, poppy playtime, indigo park, red dead redemption 2, animal crossing new horizons, good pizza great pizza, hogwarts legacy, valorant, a little to the left, unpacking, mario kart 8, mario kart wii, just dance, the last of us

movies/shows ; deadpool & wolverine, deadpool, x-men, harry potter, fantastic beasts, atsv/itsv, marvel, star wars, the umbrella academy, stranger things, the batman, titains, heartstopper, young royals, criminal minds, fnaf, arcane, ghostbusters, barbie, oppenheimer, nimona, christopher robin

musicals ; les miserables, hamilton, waitress, the greatest showman, la la land, hairspray, dear even hansen, heathers, high school musical, lemonaid mouth, annie, descendants, beetlejuice, mama mia, tick tick boom, into the woods, mean girls, in the heights, little shop of horrors

youtubers ; pezzy, elasticdroid, puffer, grizzy, smii7y, gtlive, game theory, warn, frogger, aspen, beaplays, dawko, ethan nestor, blarg, thedooo, coleydoesthings, film cooper, dechart games, hthaze, james marriott

musicians ; james marriott, taylor swift, mcr, twenty one pilots, billie eilish, hozier, noah kahan, sleeping at last, the smiths, laufey, chappell roan, bruno major, paramore, novo amor, depeche mode, p!atd, daughter, djo, feels like july, florence the machine, frank sinatra, gerard way, ghost, lady gaga, lemon demon, lily allen, maya hawke, 1d, 5sos, mitski, micheal jackson, sleep token, taylor austen dye

misc ; books, dolls (monster high, lol, rh), pop figures, lego, posters, flowers, pin badges, jewellery, halloween, fall/autumn, deco pacis, colouring

DISCLAIMER ; I hold all of my faves accountable! I do not support jkr, noah schnapp ect!

My faves !

celebs/authors ; pedro pascal, hugh jackman, ryan reynolds, ali hazelwood, kit connor, oscar isaac, hayden christensen, ewan mcgregor, tom hiddleston, andrew garfield, tom holland, aiden gallagher, eddie redmane, aaron tveit, erik j brown, david tennant, josh hutcherson, david harbour, wynina ryder, natalia dyer, maya hawke, matthew gray gubler, thomas gibson, aj cook, barry sloane, neli ellice

characters ; John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Captain John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Robin Buckley, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Loki, Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Ben Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Newt Scamander, Din Djarin, Deadpool, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Danny Zuko, Jean Valjean, Ben Florian, Flynn Rider, Aziraphale, Crowley, Nick Nelson, Charlie Spring, Diego Hargreeves

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femmehysteria · 11 months

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

#best character named x #poll #poll game #my post

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writingsbyzuzu · 3 months

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high enough

five - speed drive

can we even call this an x assistant!reader at this point?

based on speed drive by charli xcx

You hadn't even been talking to Alex a total of five minutes when you feel someone tug your elbow.

"You have to go," Brit shouts. "What, why?" you and Alex look at her confused. "Ethan is here! You have to go before either of you see the other- out the back, Annie is talking to an employee right now."

"What? My Ethan? But we just got here like an ho-" you say.. "You have a minute max," Brit gestures with her hand for you to get going.

"Why does everyone keep giving me a time limit?? And y'all expect me to leave the club by myself?" you exclaim. Alex shakes his head. "No, I'll come with you, let's go. I can't hear your lovely voice over this damn music anyways," he chuckles.

Brit nods quickly, and with that, Alex grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd, and you try to do your best to keep up with his fast pace, his long legs blurring.

You see Annie holding the bar door open, and Alex pulls you through the back exit, the two of you running down the alley. You laugh from the exhilaration, and the two of you dart and weave through the Los Angeles streets.

Alex finally stops in front of a diner, panting. He crouches down, trying to catch his breath. You do the same, taking in deep breaths. "We should go in before someone sees us," you pant. Alex nods, fully standing back up. The two of you enter the diner, taking a seat at one of the back booths.

The two of you sit there a moment quietly observing each other. Alex finally grins at you, and you grin back. However the moment is cut short by your phone buzzing.

Incoming call: Rini 🌻

That then gets interrupted by another incoming call.

Incoming call: Ethan Nestor

You decline both calls, before peering out the window. "I'll call her back, Brit and Annie will just tell her we left, I'll meet them at home later," you turn back to Alex.

"Who's your Ethan?" he asks. He doesn't seem to be angry or annoyed, just curious.

"Pardon?"

"At the club," he lifts a leg up onto his seat, hugging his knee to his chest before continuing, "Brittney said Ethan was here, and you asked her if was your Ethan. Who's your Ethan?"

You look at him for a minute, but Alex's curious expression never falters. You look back out the window for a moment and sharply inhale. "He's my old boss, a professional boxer. I quit working for him two weeks ago. He's apparently not taking it very well."

Alex's phone begins to buzz. He looks at it, holds a finger up, and answers it. "Yeah Rini. Yeah, she's with me, we left twenty minutes ago. Okay. Okay, yeah no problem. Bye." He hangs up, readjusting his focus back onto you.

He leans back in the booth, thinking for a moment. "Is that why you didn't want to see him? Are you scared of him?"

You laugh dryly. "I'm scared of confrontation, I kind of lied to him and then bailed before the biggest moment of his career so I could advance mine. But scared of Ethan?" You turn back to look at Alex. "I could never be scared of him, he would never hurt me. Physically, at least."

Alex keeps looking at you, his eyes never wandering elsewhere. The silence felt deafening, so you opt to speak again.

"You don't think that makes me a terrible person, does it?"

"Rini said you were a glorified water girl. And that he never gave you a raise in four years."

You nod, fidgeting with your hands, looking down at the table. "I'd say more than a water girl, I did other things. But the raise thing, that's accurate."

Alex nods, then speaks. "Then I think there's nothing wrong with you, which is what I was worried about."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?" you ask him, looking back up. He smiles at you, chuckling softly. "I mean, if I got to have a girl like you around, I'd be throwing everything I had at you. I can't blame you for wanting better."

There's another moment of eye contact, before you break the silence again. "Well let's hope I have it." His gentle smile breaks into a full grin. "I hope you have."

Your phone buzzes once more, but you shut it off without even a glance. But that's when you register the flash of light outside the restaurant.

"Shit," Alex mutters. "Paps."

You lift your hand to cover your face, but it's fruitless, there's several of them taking photos of the two of you through the window.

Alex looks over at them, then at you, who's turned your face away.

"Can I take you home?" he asks. "What?" Your eyes turn as big as saucers at the question. He laughs, then wildly shakes his head. "Let me rephrase, can I give you a ride home?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two of you exit the restaurant, the cameras following. But Alex just stops, pulling his wallet out. "Can you guys, really, please just go?" He starts passing out bills to the photographers. "You're making my friend uncomfortable," he murmurs.

They back off, and you and Alex walk back to his car. "Rini says you're going to join us on tour, you're helping her write songs."

You nod, putting your hands in your jean pockets. "Yeah, my best friend Annie and I, we used to perform as a folk duo during university. We didn't do it very often, but those are some of my best memories. When Rini offered for me to write and sing with her, I had to take up that opportunity, it would be nuts not to."

"I bet it's going to be one hell of an album, beyond a shadow of a doubt."

"I'm grateful she's giving me any opportunities. It's exciting to see life beyond a bench next to a boxing ring."

As you approach his car, he opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. As you slide into the seat, Alex smiles at you. "I'm glad you chose life past a boxing ring," he murmurs. He shuts the door and gets in on the other side.

The drive home is mostly silent, with Alex quietly humming to himself, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

As he pulls up to the house, he shuts the car off and turn to you. "I had a fun time running away from your old boss with you," he jokes.

"I had fun too," you smile at him. Alex leans in and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again," he whispers.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

And with that, you exit the car, turning to give him a wave. He waits for you to get the front door, and then turns his car on and drives off.

The moment you open the door, you can hear all the chattering cease instantly. All of the girls are sitting in the living room in their pj's, sitting on the floor.

"There you are! We were wondering when he would return you to us," Brit smirked. "How was it?" Harini raises her eyebrows, patting a space next to her. You plop yourself down next to her.

"Holy shit, Harini, that is one dreamy man," you exhale. She grins and squeals, giving you a hug. "Well, the rumor mill is already buzzing. People saw Ethan run out of the club, looking around frantically before taking his girlfriend home, and not forty minutes later, you're photographed with Ireland's most eligible musician," Kiera teases.

"What? The photos are out already?"

All the girls nod, their eyes wide. Morgan pulls out her phone and pulls up the article.

Breaking; Alex Jamie Wilson caught with former boxer's assistant.

You groan. "Great, this is going to just fuel the fires."

"Good. Maybe this will finally get him to back off," Terra grumbles, tapping away on her phone.

Ethan stares down at his phone, sitting on his sofa, staring at those exact photos. Who the fuck was this guy? He swiped through them, scanning your face for any noticeable emotions. Nothing. Ethan felt like you were drifting further and further away from him, and from the you he got to know for four years.

Lizzy sits next to him, scrolling away on her phone, while Jerry sits across from the two of them, just watching the disaster that was this stunt relationship. Jerry clears his throat, but neither Ethan or Lizzy look up, with Ethan too captivated by the photos to even notice Jerry.

Why were you holding this guy's hand? Who was this guy? Did you leave the club with him? Did you go home with him?

Jerry tries to get his attention, but it's no use. He finally just lets out a loud "Ethan!"

Ethan manages to break his eyes away from his phone, looking at an exasperated Jerry. "Now do you see my point? These feelings of yours are unrequited. She's not interested in you, buddy. Let it go before it drags you and your entire career down with it. You are about to reach the biggest moment in your career. Table this for later if you have to. You need to focus on fighting. You got into the championship but you still have to do more matches for the qualifying rankings and set ups, so you need to have your eye on the ball, and stop staring at the damn phone."

Ethan refuses to believe Jerry, but he puts away his phone regardless. He worked too hard to give up now.

"Okay. Let's do it."

You hardly ever got a phone call from Ethan in the weeks afterwards. Life went on, and you couldn't lie, you had hardly noticed. You never picked up anyways.

In between song writing, dance rehearsal, and constant outfit fittings, your life became a mountain of to-do lists like you had never felt before. Harini wanted all of you on stage dancing for the upbeat songs, and man, it was work. Vocal training for back up singing was work. Most nights, you were exhausted. Even if you weren't too tired, you didn't want to speak to Ethan anyways.

But you were never too tired for Alex. You two hadn't progressed very far past a simple flirting stage so far, but you were the first person he would flit to when entering the studio. He was electric.

You were finally building your own life, and not one spent following Ethan, and you were having a blast doing it.

It was unfortunate that your old world and current had to collide tonight.

Damon had insisted that you all come to his match tonight. The only problem was it was the one of the rank qualifiers for both championships to determine who would fight who. Meaning that not only was Damon fighting tonight, but a certain former boss would be fighting. Just not each other, luckily, because they were separate championships.

You wanted to skip out, but then Harini joined in. "Please? We are just about to release an album we made jointly, we need the publicity. Plus they aren't even going to fight at the same time, so we won't even have to interact with him."

You had taken a long pause, thinking. "We can bring Alex," she told you in a sing song tone. "Fine."

The group steps out of the limo, the paparazzi following. You hear calls for you. "Are you here for Ethan? Are you going to cheer Ethan on?"

You see Alex look out of the corner of his eye at you. Great, why did you ever agree to this?

As you filtered through the crowd to get scanned in, you see Ethan doing his weigh ins. He turns to see your group, and the cameras and reporters go nuts.

"Harini, do you have anything you want to say to Ethan?"

Harini turns on her heels to look at Ethan. "Yeah, actually. Finder's keepers, loser's weepers, you dick," she shouts, leaning over the railing. There's gasps and murmurs and cheers. Ethan flashes a fake smile. "It's called being a fucking thief, actually," he shouts back. Harini rolls her eyes. "Well, she's releasing an album with me. What did you ever do for her?" He freezes, and with that, Harini turns on her heel and continues to the VIP booth. The girls and Alex follow, but you keep standing there.

Ethan sees this, and grins a wolfish grin. Maybe it wasn't entirely hopeless for him after all, if you were willing to stay a moment, even if you brought that fucking Irish guy from the photos.

The cameras keep flashing, people murmuring at the sight.

"Hey, trouble. Miss me?" he calls out. You don't respond, standing there. You feel an arm go around you. Alex, who pulls you away. "Come on angel," he murmurs. With that, you follow the girls to the VIP booth. You don't look back at Ethan.

Ethan, however, watches you until you enter the booth, jaw clenched.

You were hoping the VIP booth would give you enough of a breather until you could leave, but as if the night could get worse somehow, you see an all too familiar head of blonde hair.

She turns from her seat. "Hi guys," she sneers. "Lizzy," Harini acknowledges her, but chooses to sit on the other side of the booth.

As your group sits down, you see Lizzy eyeing Morgan. "Hi," she tells Morgan. Morgan gives a small polite smile and wave, but Britt nudges her.

"You froze when you saw him," Alex murmurs. "Yeah, he has that effect on people," you mutter back. "Not people," Alex shakes his head. "You."

You shake your head. "I like you, Alex, I just...I hadn't seen him since I quit, and it was weird because I didn't know how he would react."

Alex raises an eyebrow, and smiles for the first time all night. "Oh, you like me?" he asks amused. You smirk and roll your eyes. "We spend literally every day together, I see you even when I'm too tired to do anything," you laugh. He nods quietly, winking.

You see someone come in, whispering to Harini. At the same time, people approach Ethan and his opponent, along with the trainers and organizers.

The person goes to Lizzy and whispers, then leaves as quickly as they come. Harini turns to the group. "Damon's opponent threw up. They need to make sure he's good to fight, so Ethan and Dimitri are going first."

Great, now you were stuck here for something you hadn't wanted to see. Alex wraps an arm around you, seeing your displeased expression. "Hey, chin up angel, it won't be any time at all, and then we can go get a bite to eat or something." You nod at his words.

It doesn't take them very long to adjust, and within minutes, Ethan and Dimitri were in the ring. He looks up at the VIP booth, and you think he's going to look at Lizzy, but he looks straight on at you. Ethan raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You don't notice Alex's arm tightening around you.

What you do notice is the smirk leaving Ethan's face, as he turns to face his opponent.

The match starts. Most of the girls are on their phones, Lizzy included, but your eyes remained on Ethan, who seemed to be going harder than he ever had. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he went after Dimitri with an intensity you had never seen from Ethan.

Alex looks over at you.

"You alright?"

"Something's wrong with him," you whisper.

"How? He's winning."

And he does, rapidly. Dimitri stood no chance next to a new, angry Ethan.

As everyone is cheering, Ethan wipes himself off with a rag. Terra scoffs at the whole thing. "I wish Dimitri kicked his ass."

The announcer approaches the way you've seen it play out a million times. Ethan, however, pivots your expectations once again.

You expected the usual once again, the thanking of Luis, of Jerry, hell maybe even a flirty quip to Lizzy. There was no way to guess what would come out of his mouth this time around.

Ethan sets the rag down, and turns to face the VIP booth. "That one was for you, baby," he points up at you, staring you down, smirking with a wink.

You don't even get a chance to react or process, because you feel a hand grab your face. Alex looks at you. "I like you too. And I think this guy's an ass."

And with that, Alex leans in and kisses you.

#ethan nestor one shot #ethan nestor x reader #crankgameplays x reader #high enough fic

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Blood Moon Ch.10

Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)

Sy leaned back against the bar, a water bottle hanging from his fingers and a smile on his face as he watched her dance, moving her body this way and that to the pounding music. The black leather pants sat low on her hips, a lot of pale skin showing between the waistband and the bottom hem of her dark bodice top.

“Hey, man.” He heard and looked over his shoulder, seeing Ethan come up behind him. There had been a different bartender when they got there, so he figured they split shifts.

“Hey, brother.” Sy said, holding out a fist and getting a bump in return.

“You being taken care of?” Ethan asked and he raised the water bottle, getting a nod in return. “It's been a while since I've seen her like this.”

“Like what?” Sy asked.

“Happy.” Ethan said simply.

“How was your campin' trip?” Sy asked, turning on the stool to face him and they shared pointed look.

“It was good.” Ethan said after a moment, “Her cabin is very peaceful.”

“I bet.” He said, “Mind company some time? Never been up there. Would like to see it for myself.”

“I don't mind.” Ethan said, “When'd it happen?”

“Syria.” Sy said, “You?”

“Camping trip with friends senior year of college.”

“Your buddies come out of it?” He asked but Ethan shook his head, “Neither did my team.” Ethan slid a shot glass filled with amber liquid towards him, lifting his own.

“Here's to being bastards too stubborn to stay down.” Ethan said and they clinked glasses, downing the shots. “I'm guessing Annie knows?”

“Yeah.” Sy said.

“Do you know about her?”

“Yeah.”

“It's a good thing we're friendly, or else this would be some Kate Beckinsale Underworld shit.” He said and a small grin pulled at Sy's lips. “You're picturing her in the body suit, aren't you.”

“Yeah.” Sy said and Ethan barked a laugh, walking away while shaking his head to pay attention to the other patrons. Turning around, he saw her still dancing, but her movements were far less carefree, as there was a guy who kept trying to dance up on her. He could feel her discomfort from where he was sitting and he set his water bottle down, getting off the stool and stalking into the dancers. She saw him coming, her relief palpable. “You're makin' the lady nervous.”

“Fuck off, man.” The guy said, “Go back to your ho-down or whatever.”

“Nah, I don't think I will. Don't take kindly to guys makin' my girlfriend uncomfortable.” He said, pulling her to his side. “I don't doubt for a second that she can take care of herself, but blood is tough to get outta concrete flooring, bein' porous and all.”

“Hold on a second.” Annalisa said and stepped into the guy, looking up at him. “Pupils are dilated, pulse is thready and fast. It's not the lighting, you're high as shit.”

“Come on, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with—” She made a gesture and bouncers came in from the wings.

“Call LEOs and take him to my office. I'll be there shortly to get the name of his dealer and if he got it here.”

“Yes, ma'am.” One said and grabbed his arm.

“Hold on, you can't—!”

“This is my club, private property, you'll find I legally can.” She said and made another gesture, the bouncers pulling him away as he complained, some of the other club goers watching with amusement. “Fools never think the rules apply to them.” She turned to Sy, looking up at him and placing her hands on his chest gently. “I have to take care of this.”

“I'll come with.” He said and she gave him a questioning look. He just tapped the tip of his nose and she nodded, taking his hand and leading him away towards the back of the club and down an isolated hallway behind a curtain. The bouncers were standing outside a door that had a Private plaque on it and they opened it, letting her in. The guy was sitting in a chair in the center of the room, looking around the office nervously.

“Locals are on their way, ma'am.” One of the bouncers said as he followed them in and she gave him a small smile.

“You get it here?” She asked, looking at the guy evenly.

“No.” He said.

“He's lyin'.” Sy said and she gave him another questioning look. He just tapped the tip of his nose again.

“Where is the dealer operating out of?”

“He's not—”

“You're a bad liar.” Sy said, “Heart's nearly beatin' out your chest, and it ain't because of the drugs in your system. Also, did you know that fear smells like piss? Where is he, son? Best you tell us now before the cops get here, or else they'll just haul you away in cuffs and sweat you in a cell.”

“VIP booths.” He said, “His name is Snyder.”

“Is he alone?” Annalisa asked.

“With a couple friends.” He said, shaking his head.

“Send Sweeney, Shelley, and Frost.” Annalisa said, turning to the bouncer. “I want them off the floor and somewhere secure until the cops get here.”

“Yes ma'am.” He said and pulled a radio from his belt, relaying the order.

“Sweeney?” Sy asked.

“Her and a few others are seeded through the clubs, keeping an eye out for trouble. They work for me.” Annalisa said.

“They're in a backroom, ma'am.” The bouncer said, “Guy has about hundred tablets on him.”

“Record time.” Annalisa said, “Almost like she's trying to get in my good graces again. Get our friend here some water?”

“Thank you.” He said, taking the bottle from the bouncer after he pulled it from a minifridge.

“Calm down.” Annalisa said, “You're not in trouble. Snyder is. When the cops get here, you can make a statement, or you can stay in here and I'll tell them an anonymous tip was passed to a member of security about him. Even if you did make a statement, they won't tell him it was you who told them.”

“You sure?” He asked and she nodded. “I'll make a statement.”

“Good call.” She said.

“Cops are here.” The bouncer said, touching an ear piece. “They're around back.”

“Who answered the call?”

“Williams and Syverson.” The bouncer said and Sy looked at him in surprise.

“Syverson?” He asked.

“Relative of yours?” Annalisa asked.

“My second youngest brother, Brian, is a cop.” He said.

“Have many siblings?” Annalisa asked.

“I'm the middle outta five boys, two older, two younger.” Sy said and she pulled a face. “What?”

“Five boys? I feel sorry for your mom.” There was a knock at the door and the bouncer opened it, two suits coming in.

“Kyle?” One of them asked, looking at him in surprise. He had the same blue eyes and ruddy skin as Sy, but his hair was a sandy blonde, combed neat.

“Hey, Brian.” Sy said, moving his head at him.

“What're you doin' here?” He asked, “Didn't think this'd be your scene.”

“It ain't. I'm here with Annie.” Sy said, moving his head at her.

“You and Annalisa?” Kyle asked and he nodded. “Oh, Mikey is gonna freak. The other club is his favorite stompin' ground. All his shit will be flipped when he finds out you're datin' the owner.”

“Michael Syverson?” Annalisa asked and they nodded. “We scan IDs at the door to make sure they're real, so I'll put him on the VIP list. It'll flag when his ID is scanned.”

“Thanks, babe.” Sy said.

“No problem.” She said, “Anyway, you get the dealer?”

“He's loaded in the back of our car and we confiscated what we had.” Brian said, “This your tipper?”

“In a way. He's going to make a statement.” Annalisa said, “We'll give you the room, let me know when you're all set.”

“Thanks, Annalisa.” Brian said and everyone who didn't have a badge and gun left the room.

“Promise you my entire family is gonna know about us by the end of the night.” Sy said, the bouncers walking away to head back to their posts. “Pete already knows I'm seein' someone named Annalisa, but he's as much into this scene as I am, so I doubt he put two and two together.”

“My name isn't unique.”

“Unique enough.” Sy said with a shrug. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he dug it out, looking at the screen. “The fuck he do? Text it while he's in there?” He answered the call, putting it to his ear. “Yeah, Mikey.”

“You're dating Annalisa Caulfield?!” He ripped the phone away from his ear at the yell and Annalisa snorted.

“Shit, kid, you damn near blew out my eardrum. Yeah, I'm datin' Annalisa. She's gonna take care of you and your buddies when you go to one of her clubs, but don't go crazy, ya hear me? Be grateful and don't overly take advantage of her hospitality. I don't need horror stories.” His answer was more subdued than his greeting and they talked for a couple more minutes before he hung up, putting the phone back in his pocket.

Sy and Annalisa relaxed in bed later that night, Annalisa laying against his side with his arm around her shoulders.

“Thank you for helping out tonight.” She said, “I can hear heartbeats, but I can't smell changes in body chemistry.”

“Imma blood hound, what can I say.” Sy said and she giggled. “Need to actually find a job soon, though. I can't coast by on my military pension much longer.”

“Why don't you come work for me?” She asked and he looked down at her as she propped herself up. “You plugged up a weakness tonight, it'd be nice to have you on staff.”

“You got other wolves on the payroll.”

“I can't pull Ethan away from the bar to give someone a sniff.” She pointed out, “Besides, it's not just because you're a wolf that I'm making the offer. You were a Captain in the Green Berets, you said so yourself. The head of security for the two clubs recently stepped down and I've been struggling to find a replacement.”

“Head of security?”

“Again, Captain of Army Special Forces. Putting you just as a bouncer would be like putting Robo-Cop on Meter Maid duty.” She said and he snorted. “Think it over?”

“Benefits?”

“Medical and dental.”

“Good insurance?”

“Low deductible and high coverage.”

“Hours?”

“Swap off between the clubs on alternating nights, off Tuesdays and Wednesdays as those are our closed nights.”

“Uniform?” He asked, recalling the black t-shirts and black slacks the bouncers had been wearing.

“Black polo, black dress pants, black dress boots. The polo we'll give you as it'll have your position embroidered on it, but you'll have to get the pants and shoes yourself. I can help you with those if need be.”

“Why'd the last guy leave?”

“His Tovaras is a member of a different coven, he left to be with her. I told him he didn't have to, but he wanted to.”

“Coven?”

“An organized group of vampires with a power structure.” She explained briefly.

“Guessin' you're in a coven?” He asked and she nodded. “Who's in charge?”

“I am.” She said, his brows jumping slightly in surprise and she shrugged. “I'm not the oldest, but I am the most powerful with the most connections.”

“Shouldn't be shocked. Seein' how people treat you.” He said, “'Cept Eugene.”

“Eugene is my second-in-command so sometimes he thinks he doesn't have to pay attention to power structure.” She said, “I make sure to remind him when he forgets.” He sighed and she could see him thinking it over.

“Why the fuck not. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, and all that.” Sy said, “When do I start?”

“We'll stop by Pendulum tomorrow and I'll get you familiarized with the security system and introduce you to the rest of the security staff before we open, as well as start the paperwork. You're a...large in shirts?”

“Extra.” He said and shrugged, “Wide shoulders.”

“My big boy.”

“I'm a great big boy.” He said, making her laugh and a smile stretch across his face. He'd never get tired of that sound.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #blood moon

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choicesficwriterscreations · 3 months

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Open Heart F/AtoW: Jun 9 - 15, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

ETHAN RAMSEY

Bedtime ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @tveitertotwrites

Book 1 Rewrite (Series) ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @ilikemenbutonlyethanramsey Chapter 3: Annie

Stranded ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter

The Home Stretch 📱 | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd

MULTIPLE PAIRINGS

Mono~poly (Series) ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter Chapter 1: Something Big

OPEN HEART MC

Not My Bestie! 📱 | F!MC & M!OC - @liaromancewriter

RAFAEL AVEIRO

Does He Really Want Me ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415

Moving On (Series) ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC Chapter 50: How Dare She?

SIENNA TRINH

Magical ✒️ | Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter

My Best Friend, My Chosen Sister ✒️ | Sienna Trinh & F!MC - @rafasgirl23415

TOBIAS CARRICK

No Return ✒️ | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

CROSSOVERS

Bloodbound / Open Heart

The Secret ✒️ | Bloodbound F!MC & Open Heart M!MC - @aesthetic-aag

Hollywood U / Open Heart

Friendship & New Beginnings ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey & Thomas Hunt - @theartoflovingthomashunt

Main F/AtoW List: June 9 - 15, 2024

#choices fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #playchoices #cfwc fics of the week #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #rafael aveiro #rafael aveiro x mc #sienna trinh #sienna trinh x oc #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc

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— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬

🪐 ›› elijah mikaelson, marcel gerard, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, bonnie bennett, enzo st. john, stefan salvatore, damon salvatore, jeremy gilbert, caroline forbes, elena gilbert.

— 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫

🪐 ›› eric northman, jason stackhouse, alcide herveaux , jessica hamby.

— 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

🪐 ›› charlie swan, carlisle cullen, emmett cullen, rosalie hale, alice cullen, sam uley, paul lahote, jared cameron.

— 𝑾𝑬𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀 / 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀

🪐 ›› morticia frump, gomez addams, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, bianca barclay.

ships i'd write for: morticia x gomez.

— 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ›› ransom drysdale (knives out), andy barber (defending jacob), killian jones (ounce upon a time).

don't see what you're looking for? feel free to ask if i know a fandom/ship/character and if am willing to write what you're looking for!!

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gh0stlyb34r · 20 days

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Welcome to my blog !

About me ! ; the basics

name ; saint , logan , johnny

big age ; 19 ('05)

little age ; 2 - 5

pronouns ; he / they / star / it (+more!)

gender / sexuality ect. ; gay , trans , ace , poly(?)

links at end of post!!

pronouns page | strawpage

About me ! ; my interests

games ; call of duty , overwatch , valorant , hogwarts legacy , jedi fallen order , jedi survivor , red dead redemption 2 , roblox (royale high , dress to impress + more!) , fnaf , poppy playtime , indigo park , forza horizon , resident evil 4 , good pizza great pizza , animal crossing new horizons , mario kart 8 , mario kart wii , just dance , the last of us , detroit become human , spiderman , little nightmares , buckshot roulette

movies / shows / musicals ; star wars , harry potter , marvel , x-men , deadpool & wolverine , the greatest showman , grease , hairspray , moulin rouge , phantom of the opera , annie , hamilton , les miserables , arcane , criminal minds , swat , titains , the batman , high school musical , heartstopper , heathers , young royals , ghostbusters , beetlejuice , into the woods , mean girls , the umbrella academy , nimona , descendants , lemonade mouth , stranger things

youtubers ; pezzy , grizzy , bigpuffer , elasticdroid , gtlive , game theory , warn , aspen , frogger , flats , dawko , ethan nestor , smii7y , blarg , thedooo , beaplays , coleydoesthings , filmcooper , dechart games , hthaze , james marriott , willne

musicians / bands ; taylor swift , hozier , noah kahan , james marriott , mcr , twenty one pilots , p!atd , billie eilish , sleeping at last , the smiths , fleetwood mac , the cranberries , laufey , mitski clairo , paramore , bruno major , depeche mode , chappell roan , novo amor , taylor austen dye , maya hawke , frank sinatra , 1d , 5sos , feels like july , florance the machine , djo , sleep token , lily allen , ghost , lady gaga , gerard way , daughter

misc ; books , lego , monster high , collecting , cds , dvds , posters , flowers , pins , halloween , fall/autumn , deco pacis , colouring

DISCLAIMER ; I do not support the actions of my faves! I hold them all accountable! I do not support JKR , noah schnapp ect!!!

About me ! ; My faves

celebrities / authors ; pedro pascal , oscar isaac , hugh jackman , ryan reynolds , erik j brown , ali hazelwood , tom holland , gerard way , aiden gallagher , kit connor , andrew garfield , ewan mcgregor , hayden christensen , carrie fisher , eddie remain , tom hiddelston , josh hutcherson , david harbour , wynona rider , aaron tveit , matthew gray gubler , maya hawke , natalia dyer , thomas gibson , padget brewster , aj cook

characters ; viktor , jinx , vi , ekko , simon 'ghost' riley , john 'soap' mactavish , kyle 'gaz' garrick , captain john price , keegan p russ , robin buckley , spencer reid , steve harrington , emily prentiss , aaron hotchner , penelope garcia , james potter , remus lupin , sirius black , loki , logan howlett , scott summers , rogue , marc spector , steven grant , obi-wan kenobi , anakin skywalker , luke skywalker , han solo , leia organa , ben hargreeves , luther hargreeves , five hargreeves , newt scamander , theseus scamander , din djarin , wade wilson , danny zuko , ben florian , flynn rider , aziraphale , crowley , nick nelson

My rules ! ; do not interact

nsfw , abdl/ddlg (and variants) , racist, homophobic , transphobic , ableist , zionist , edsh , n@zi , trump supporters , anti agere , anti petre , dsmp/qsmp fans (mainly dream team & wilbur fans)

My rules ; boundaries

when using pet names or gendered terms, keep them masc or gn NO FEM TERMS

DO NOT flirt with me , whether that is as a joke or platonicaly

keep all asks SAFE FOR WORK

more...

Links ; other blogs

writing blog ; @b4bywr1t3s

caregiver blog ; @royaldaycare

Links ; requests and master list

request info / master list / whitelist

Links ; credits

dni banners ; one , two , three

consent banner and dividers ; @kodaswrld

My tags ;

ghostlyblog ; normal posts + asks

ghostlyboards ; moodboards + stimboards

ghostlymedia ; agere media + other photos/videos

🐾 . lo's fictional cgs ; fictional characters that I see as cgs/my cgs

🐾 . lo's fictional faves ; my favourite fictional characters

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darkpeacemusic · 2 months

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ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤: 𝔽𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

Jeff the Killer - Jeffrey "Jeff" Alan Dan Woods

Homicidal Liu - Liuis "Liu" Victoria Woods

Sully - Sullivan "Sully" Akira Woods

Randy - Randall "Randy" Allen Warren

Keith - Keith Harvey Davis-Green

Troy - Troy John Green

Ben Drowned - Benjamin "Ben" Scott Lawman

Jane - Jane Todd Richardson-Vaughn

Mary - Mary Annabelle Vaughn

Ticci Toby - Tobias "Toby" Erin Rogers

Masky - Timothy "Tim" Buck Wright

Hoodie - Brian Hunter Thomas

Skully - Jay Gabriel Merrick

Kate the Chaser - Kate Eleanor Milens-Hayes

Charlie - Charles Matheson Jr.

Laughing Jack - Laughing Jack in a Box

Eyeless Jack - Jackson "Jack" Nicky Nyras

Slenderman - Simon (middle and last name unknown) (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Splendorman - Jim (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Trenderman - Beau (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Tenderman - Cedric (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Sally - Sally Maryam Dawn (formerly Williams)

Dr Smiley - Azerael Jesse Smiley

Nurse Ann - Annie "Ann" Lusen Mia

Nina - Nina Selene Hopkins

Candy Pop - Unknown

Candy Cane - Unknown

April Fools - Unknown

Jason the Toymaker - Jason Caleb Meyer

The Puppeteer - Jonathan Cole Blake

Clockwork - Natalie Priscilla Ouellette

Rouge - Heather Bridget Marshall

Wilson - Wilson Liam Marshall (neé Jones)

Zalgo - Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Elizabeth Cindy Phillips (name prior to death)

Lazari - Lazari Natalie Swann

Stripes - Eloise Sarah Bellarose (name prior to her death)

Nathan - Nathan Maxwell Lux

Bloody Painter - Helen Delilah Otis

Kagekao - Unknown

Laughing Jill - Laughing Jill in a Box

Sadie - Sadie Marie Bennett

Hobo Heart - Unknown

Cat Hunter - Rodrigo Milo Ortiz

Chris the Revenant - Christine "Chris" Wendy Meyers

X-Virus - Cody Larkin Drake

Dollmaker - Erina Jezebel Kerenzalys

Frankie the Undead - Frankie Hades Asher (his real name prior to his death)

Judge Angels - Dina Angela Clark

Lifeless Lucy - Lucy Ava Jones

Lost Silver - Ethan Kin Fuji (his real name before his death)

Glitchy Red - Red (his real name remains a mystery)

Strangled Red - Steven Garrett Stoughton

Dr. Locklear - Evander Agnar Locklear

Lulu - Lucille "Lulu" Tiffany Greatfeil

Killing Kate - Katherine "Kate" Evelyn Knight

Screaming Dawn (oc) - Dawn Evelyn Woods

Will Grossman - William "Will" Gordon Grossman

Lulling Lauren - Lauren Robyn Ross (neé Evans)

CR - Carl Morton Ross

Emra - Emra Amelia Blake (neé Albridge)

Zero - Alice Marie Jackson

Slendrina - Charlotte (first name prior to death/experimentation)

Lily - Lily May Kennett

Nightmare Ally - Adeline "Ally" Ashley Abendroth

Zachary the Proxy - Zachary Julius Gibson

Oliver - Oliver Gorgon Henderson

Alex Kralie - Alexander "Alex" Joseph Kralie

Amy - Amy Callie Walters

Jessica - Jessica Ellie Locke

Seth - Seth Apollo Reid-Wilson (neé Wilson)

Sarah - Sarah Cassie Reid-Wilson (neé Ried)

Third Base - Richard "Doby" Vincent Doggers

Vailly - Vailly Suki Evans

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta au #creepypasta #slenderverse

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openheartfanfics · 4 months

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Newly Added Fics

Jun 8 - 14, 2024

Ethan x F!MC

Bedtime - @tveitertotwrites 🦚

One night, Claire is not able to get the kids down for bed and Ethan helps and comforts her. [Family; Hurt/Comfort]

Book 1 Rewrite - @ilikemenbutonlyethanramsey 📚

[extended: wip] Rewrite of book 1.

CH 1: End of Beginnings

CH 2: Welcome to Boston

CH 3: Annie

Friendship & New Beginnings (OH/Hollywood U crossover) - @theartoflovingthomashunt 🛸

Hunt and Ethan share a drink before Hunt's wedding.

Stranded - @jerzwriter ☁

When Ethan and Kaycee's trip home from a rural Massachusetts hospital goes awry, how will that change?

The Home Stretch - @genevievemd 📸📱

Gen is nearing the end of her pregnancy.

Love Triangle

Mono~poly - @jerzwriter 📚

[extended: wip] What happens when something that was supposed to be just fun turns into something real? Ethan x MC x Tobias

CH 1: Something Big

Rafael x F!MC

Check Ups Are Tiring - @rafasgirl23415 📸

Florence falls asleep in her car seat after her 2 week check up with the health visitor.

Date Night - @rafasgirl23415 📸

Casey and Raf go out on their first date night three weeks after Florence is born.

Does He Really Want Me? - @rafasgirl23415 🎭

Casey feels insecurity in her new relationship.

Enrique’s First Sleepover - @rafasgirl23415 📸

Enrique has his first sleepover with his best friend Luke & Luke’s mom sends Casey a photo of the boys happily playing in the pool.

Lucy Watches Her Baby Sister - @rafasgirl23415 📸

Whilst Casey uses the bathroom before Florence’s feed, Lucy comforts her baby sister.

Moving In - @rafasgirl23415 📚

[extended: wip] Follow up to We Belong Together. Set a few years into the future. Feat. Sienna Trinh x M!OC

CH 50: How dare she?

Sleeping Beauty - @rafasgirl23415 📸

After an afternoon feed & some snuggles Casey settles Florence for her usual nap.

Sienna x F!MC

My Best Friend, My Chosen Sister. - @rafasgirl23415

A story about Casey and Sienna's friendship. [Platonic]

Sienna x M!OC

Not My Bestie! - @liaromancewriter 📱

Cassie drills Max about his friendship with Sienna.

Magical - @liaromancewriter ☁

They’re caught up in the magic of a moonlit night.

Tobias x F!MC

No Return - @jerzwriter 🛸

It's de ja vu all over again for Casey when she and Tobias check into a beachside resort for a medical conference, only to find the reservation was for one room only.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

#open heart #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #choices open heart #playchoices #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #rafael aveiro #rafael aveiro x mc #sienna trinh #sienna trinh x mc #sienna trinh x oc #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #newly added fics

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alilixx · 1 year

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fanfic characters x reader

I would also write fanfics about the actors (they are mostly the ones playing the characters on the list)

Here is my list:

Harry Potter:

Severus Snape:

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Lucius Malfoy

Character I'm not sure I do:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Fantastic Beasts:

Albus Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Minerva McGonagall

Lord Percival Graves

Hogwarts Legacy:

Phineas Nigellus Black

Sebastian Sallow

Aesop Sharp

Mirabel Garlick

Ominis Gaunt

Grand Theft Auto:

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Franklin Clinton

Niko Bellic

Steve Haines

Lester Crest

Agent 14

Naruto:

Kakashi Hatake

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Tsunade

Jiraya

Minato Namikaze

Gaara

Tobirama Senju

Senju Hashirama

Inuzuka Hana

Mitarashi Anko

Darui

Kushina Uzumaki

Kiba Inuzuka

Uchiha Shisui

Yujito Nii

Ôtsutsuki Indra

Ôtsutsuki Asura

Uchiha Obito

Mei Temurî

Boruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Mitsuki

Kawaki

Boruto Uzumaki

Konoha-Maru Sarutobi

Sakura Haruno

The Devil Wears Prada:

Serena

Miranda Priestly

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji Itadori

Utahime Iori

Masamichi Yaga

Inumaki Toge

Okkotsu Yûta

Sheko Ieiri

Yuki Tsukumo

Uraume

Toji Fushiguro

Gong Shi Woo

Atsuya Kusakabe

Ieri Shôko

Zenin Mai

Zenin Maki

Choso

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Mei Mei

Kento Nanami

Assassination Classroom:

Tadaomi Karasuma

Irina Jelavic

Koro Sensei (human)

One piece:

Shanks

Portgas D.Ace

Don Quijote Doflamingo

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji Vinsmoke

Coby

Trafalgar Law

Sabo

Marvel:

Agatha Harkness

Hela

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Yelena Belova

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Matt Murdock

May Parker

Scott Lang

Shang Chi

Stephen Strange

Thena

Wanda Maximoff

Xu Wenwu

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen Smith

Amenadiel

Charlotte Richards

Aurora (Rory) Morningstar

Michael

Sandman:

The Corinthian

Lucifer Morningstar

Desire

Johanna Constantine

Bleach:

Ichigo Kurosaki

Sousuke Aizen

Kuchiki Buyakuya

Coyote Stark

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Ashley Graham

Ethan Winters

Carlos Oliveira

Helena Harper

Rosemary Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Dr House:

Dr Gregory House

Dr Lisa Cuddy

Dr James Wilson

Dr Alissa Cameron

Dr 13

Two and a Half Men:

Charlie Harper

Walden Schmidt

Judith Harper

Jenny

Politicians:

Emmanuel Macron (French President)

Gabriel Attal (French Prime Minister)

Mathieu Maucort (French Interministerial Delegate)

Jordan Bardella (European Deputy and French President of the RN)

Volodimir Zelensky (Ukranian President)

Justin Trudeau (Canada Prime Minister)

I'M NOT TALK ABOUT MY POLITICAL PARTY OR WHETHER I SUPPORT THEM OR NOT!!! ONLY FOR PHYSICS HUH

Star Wars:

Kylo Ren

Captain Phasma

Din Djarin

Poe Dameron

Valorant:

Chamber

Viper

Reyna

Omen

La Casa De Papel:

Berlin

El Professor

Suárez

My Hero Academia:

Dabi

Shota Aizawa

Nemuri Kayama

Todoroki Shôto

Toga Himiko

Shimura Nana

Chisaki Kai

Attack on titan:

Hanji Zoe

Levi Ackerman

Annie Leonhart

Mikasa Ackerman

Pirates of the caribbean:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

Sweeney Todd:

Sweeney Todd

Mrs. Lovett

Judge Turpin

The Witcher:

Geralt Of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Ciri

Kaamelott:

Arthur Pendragon

Léodagan

Bohort

Yvain

Gauvain

Ygerne

Elias de Kelliwic’h

Spy X Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Castlevania

Dracula

Leon Belmont

Alucard

Trevor Belmont

Richard Belmont

Tera

Five Nights at Freddy’s

William Afton

Michael Schmidt

Vanessa Shelly

Satsuriku no Tenshi

Isaac Foster

Haikyuu!!

Yū Nishinoya

Tobio Kageyama

Tetsurō Kuroo

Fugou Keiji: Balance:UNLIMITED

Daisuke Kambe

Haru Katou

Ryo Hosino

Owari no Seraph

Guren Ichinose

Mikaela Hyakuya

Ferid Bathory

Crowley Eusford

Kureto Hiragi

Shinya Hiragi

Horn Skuld

Chess Belle

Rokudenashi Majutsu Koushi to Akashic Records

Glenn Radars

Sistine Fibel

Celica Arfonia

Albert Frazer

Domestic na Kanojo

Hina Tachibana

Rui Tachibana

Masaki Kobayashi

Reiji Kiriya

My new boss is Goofy

Shirosaki Yusei

Mitsuo Aoyama

Kinjo Aigo

Buddy Daddies

Kugi Kyûtarô

Suwa Rei

Kurusu Kazuki

Unasaka Misaki

Other characters

Sakata Gintoki from Gintama

Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones by Gwendoline Christie

Hans Gruber from Die Hard by Alan Rickman

Sinclair Bryant from Close my eyes by Alan Rickman

Miranda Hilmarson from Top of the Lake by Gwendoline Christie

Charlie Harper from My Uncle Charlie by Charlie Sheen

Isaac Foster from Angels of Deaths

Link from The Legend Of Zelda

Cereza from Bayonetta

Leonora Lesso from School for Good and Evil by Charlize Theron

Elaine Markinson from Gringo by Charlize Theron

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal by Mads Mikkelson

Miss Perergrine from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Particular Children by Eva Green

Joel Miller from The Last Of Us by Pedro Pascal

Mr.Cat from Kaeloo

Marc from Le Flambeau by Jonathan Cohen

John Wick from John Wick’s movies by Keanu Reeves

Joe Goldberg from You by Penn Badgley

Crowley from Good Omens by David Tennant

Max Black from 2 Broke girls by Kat Dennings

Tobias from Ghost

#harry potter #severus snape #hermione granger #draco malfoy #howgarts #the witcher #sweeney todd #alan rickman #ghost #young royals #john wick #five nights at freddy's #good omens #the last of us #hannibal #miss peregrine imagine #zelda #others #etc

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Fandoms + Ships (for Prompt Purposes)

As I like to reblog prompts a lot but have the annoying little habit of jumping ship on a fandom fast than a pirate invasion, I decided it is finally time I make an official list, which will be constantly updated as I develop new interests! If there’s a ship you want to request but it isn’t here, just ask and I’ll let you know where I stand with it!

In The Flesh

• Kieren x Rick

• Kieren x Simon

The Hunger Games

• Everlark (Katniss/Peeta)

• Finnick/Annie

• Haymitch/Effie

• Katniss/Madge

HSMTMTS

• Caswen (Ricky/EJ)

• Portwell (EJ/Gina)

• Mashlynn (Maddox/Ashlynn)

• Ricky/Jet

The Vampire Diaries

• Stelena (Stefan/Elena)

• Mattlena (Matt/Elena)

• Tylena (Tyler/Elena)

• Elenijah (Elijah/Elena)

• Barolena (Bonnie/Caroline/Elena)

• Stexi (Stefan/Lexi)

• Denzo (Damon/Enzo)

• Forwood (Tyler/Caroline)

• Maroline (Matt/Caroline)

• Bamon (Bonnie/Damon)

• Bamenzo (Bonnie/Damon/Enzo)

• Carenzo (Caroline/Enzo)

• Dalijah (Damon/Elijah)

• Parkwood (Tyler/Liv)

• Klayley (Klaus/Hayley)

Legacies

• Handon (Hope/Landon)

• Jandon (Josie/Landon)

• Henelope (Hope/Penelope)

• Hizzie (Hope/Lizzie)

• Kizzie (Kaleb/Lizzie)

• Methan (MG/Ethan)

• Ked (Kaleb/Jed)

• Dark!Jobastian (Dark!Josie/Sebastian)

• Landizzie (Landon/Lizzie)

Teen Wolf

• Sciles (Scott/Stiles)

• Scydia (Scott/Lydia)

• Mccallinski (Lydia/Scott/Stiles)

• Stalia (Stiles/Malia)

• Malydia (Malia/Lydia)

• Stira (Stiles/Kira)

• Scira (Scott/Kira)

• Liason (Liam/Mason)

• Allydia (Allison/Lydia)

• Allerica (Allison/Erica)

• Berica (Boyd/Erica)

• Malisaac (Malia/Isaac)

• Lydora (Lydia/Cora)

• Allora (Allison/Cora)

• Scanny (Scott/Danny)

• Malira (Malia/Kira)

The Witcher

• Yennskier (Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Geraskerer (Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier)

• Raskier (Radovid/Jaskier)

• Trennefer (Triss/Yennefer)

• Geralt/Triss

EastEnders

• Frobby (Bobby/Freddie)

• Chryed (Christian/Syed)

• Ballum (Ben/Callum)

• Sukeve (Suki/Eve)

• Ben Mitchell/Kheerat Panesar

• Jack Branning/Michael Moon

• Whitney Dean/Chelsea Fox

• Lauren Branning/Peter Beale

• Lauren Branning/Lucy Beale

• Peter Beale/Fatboy

• Zack Hudson/Martin Fowler

• Zack Hudson/Felix Baker

• Anna Knight/Bernie Taylor

• Stacey Slater/Danielle Jones

• Peter Beale/Tamwar Masood

• Darren Miller/Tamwar Masood

• Masood Ahmed/Jane Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale

• Anna Knight/Bobby Beale/Freddie Slater

• Linda Carter/Alfie Moon

Hollyoaks

• McHay (Ste/John Paul)

• McShepherd (John Paul/Carter)

• Stendan (Ste/Brendan)

• Brendan/Walker

• Joel/Theresa

• Brendan/Warren

• Brendan & Mitzeee (platonic)

• Brendan & Joel (platonic)

• Amy/Michaela

• Leah/Vicky

Friends

• Roey (Rachel/Joey)

• Chanoey (Chandler/Joey)

Stranger Things

• Elmax (El/Max)

• Elumax (El/Lucas/Max)

• Byclair (Lucas/Will)

• Byler (Will/Mike)

• Ronance (Robin/Nancy)

• Steddie (Steve/Eddie)

Glee

• Blam (Blaine/Sam)

• St. Hudson (Finn/Jesse)

• Tike (Tina/Mike)

• Quinntana (Quinn/Santana)

• Pezberry (Santana/Rachel)

• Quinncedes (Quinn/Mercedes)

• Sike (Sam/Mike)

• Jarley (Jake/Marley)

• Kurtbastian (Kurt/Sebastian)

The Flash

• Barrisco (Barry/Cisco)

• Snowbarrisco (Caitlin/Barry/Cisco)

• WestStein (Joe/Martin)

• Superflash (Barry/Kara)

• Thallen (Barry/Eddie)

•Westthallen (Iris/Barry/Eddie)

• Westhawne (Iris/Eddie)

Outlander

• Jamie/John

• John/Brianna

• Brianna/Roger

• Lizzie/Josiah/Kezzie

• William/Denzell

Lucifer

• Lucifella (Ella/Lucifer)

• Douchifella (Lucifer/Dan/Ella)

• Mazifer (Maze/Lucifer)

• Douchifer (Dan/Lucifer)

• Chlaze (Chloe/Maze)

PJO/HoO

• Jasico (Jason/Nico)

• Jercy (Jason/Percy)

• Perachel (Percy/Rachel)

• Rachabeth (Rachel/Annabeth)

• Pipabeth (Piper/Annabeth)

Merlin

• Merthur (Merlin/Arthur)

• Mercelot (Merlin/Lancelot)

•Merwaine (Merlin/Gwaine)

• Morgwen (Morgana/Gwen)

The Dumping Ground

• Elektra/Faith

• Elektra/Carmen

• Carmen/Lily

• Tyler/Jody

• Jody/Sasha

• Tyler/Ryan

• Chloe/Candi-Rose

• Candi-Rose/Bird

• Candi-Rose/Jay

The Story of Tracy Beaker

• Tracy/Crash

• Tracy/Ben

• Tracy/Lol

• Lol/Wolfie

• Crash/Rio

• Justine/Rebecca

Life With Derek

• Dasey (Derek/Casey)

• Derek/Sam

• Derek/Trevor

• Casey/Sally

Boy Meets World

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chapter 3 - i bet on losing dogs

boxer! ethan nestor x assistant! fem!reader

notes: if you thought 2 was bad on the angst, this one is a whole other beast. in other words, you quit. also you still don't understand that ethan wants you you poor soul

warnings: angst, ethan hits a table

"I feel like you're going to die on that couch."

You were wrapped in around a million blankets on the couch, a giant blob of fabric that hadn't gotten up in hours.

"That's the fucking plan, Annie. Die on this couch," you mumble. Annie hands you the tv remote and a bottle of water. "Okay, but at least watch something, stop staring at the wall. It's not good for you."

"Okay." You shift to sit up, and Annie sits next to you. "You've been sobbing your eyes out all night. I've never seen you like this. Not even when Lincoln broke up with you half way through finals week, and you guys were actually together three years!" she exclaims. You open the bottle of water and slurp some down, your throat finally feeling relief.

You put the bottle down before you speak again. "Ethan is different, though. He's always been different. I just...no one has ever understood me on that level before, Annie. No offense. He made me feel so seen. I thought we were friends, actual friends, and he had hid that he had a girlfriend for I don't know how long. All this time spent together, he had every opportunity to tell me, and he didn't, and I can't forgive that. I thought he trusted me. I trusted him. But how can someone lie and hide something like that?"

Annie nods, processing what you said. "Well, you have your choices laid out for you. What are you going to do about it?"

Monday rolled around, and you found yourself once again stepping into Ethan's hallway. You could hear chattering in the kitchen, as you rounded the corner, there she was. Lizzy Dee Mitchell. Your boss's new girlfriend.

When you had gotten home after the fight, you had googled her extensibly, an actress from New York who liked to party, and who had been in the news for "outbursts of anger" on set. Charming.

She and Ethan were sitting out at the kitchen counter, like it was any other morning. You step into the room, not bothering to meet their eyes.

"Hey, trouble." Ethan's tone was gentle, eyeing you as you flip through papers on your clipboard.

"Hey." If Ethan's tone was gentle, yours was the opposite, dry, brisk.

"Hi, I've heard so many things about you," Lizzy says chipper, taking a strawberry off of Ethan's plate, munching on it. You watch her, and Ethan watches you.

"Charmed," you sigh out, looking back at your papers.

Damon had texted you an hour early, no idea how he had gotten your number, just a brief

"the offer for Harini still stands at any time -D".

You thought about that message, staring at the papers of things you had to do with Ethan today, wishing somehow you could teleport yourself literally anywhere else.

"Trouble, can I see you in pri-"

You cut him off. "Where's Jerry?"

Ethan's brows scrunch in confusion. You hardly ever voluntarily sought Jerry out for anything, usually preferring to fix the issue yourself and tell him later.

"What do you need Jerry for?"

"There's a discrepancy with some of these interview schedules, just need to clear it up for a moment," you murmur.

"Can I talk to you first?" Ethan pleads, his hand holding the fork shakes as he stares you down. You hadn't looked at him once throughout the entire conversation, and it was clear that things were not okay with you two.

He had hoped that you weren't upset with him, that Damon had said something rude to you off stage. But he knew deep down you were mad. You were friends, and he hadn't even begun to warn you of the nightmare that was this PR relationship. He could have tried harder to say anything. To defy Jerry's orders for once and talk things out with you. But now it's like some switch had shut off in your brain, cutting off the friendly feelings you had always shown him.

It made Ethan sick.

"We can talk after I talk to Jerry," you say. You finally look up at him. It was a dead, dull look. He tries to read your face, but there's nothing to read. You walk out of the room, gone in seconds.

So Ethan waits. But you don't leave Jerry's side for a second.

The day felt like it had a span of years, going from activity to activity, waiting for you to tell him you were ready to talk, but the end of the day had approached without even a glance in his direction.

You were getting ready to leave for the day, and you had made your decision. Gathering your things, you stepped out of Ethan's front door. You and Jerry stood for a moment.

"Don't forget our meeting tomorrow," you remind him. "Right. Lawyers?" "Yes, sir. It's a legal negotiation."

Jerry eyes you. "Are you sure about this?" Your stomach twisted with nerves. You could see Ethan heading down the stairs, approaching you and Jerry. Jerry continues, "He's not going to be happy. You want him to be happy, don't you?"

"Jerry, we've been discussing this all day. It's inappropriate to continue under the circumstances, and this morning all but confirms this for me."

Ethan approaches the front doorway. "Everything alright, Jerry? Trouble?" Jerry turns to you, looking at you for a moment. "Everything is alright, just having a discussion about a meeting tomorrow," Jerry says. You nod, and Jerry bids Ethan a goodbye, heading to his car.

Ethan smiles nervously as you turn to head to your car. He grabs your elbow gingerly. "Hey, wait. I didn't get to talk to you," he whispers. "I have to go, Ethan," you state, trying to wrench your elbow out of his grip. "Just five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll explain everything, we can talk things out."

You shake your head. "I really have to go, I have something important to do. Besides there is nothing to talk about." His grip loosens enough for you to break free, and you walk down the drive way. You call out a final sentence.

"You have a meeting at noon tomorrow with your lawyer. Wear a suit."

You get in your car, driving off, as Ethan watches from his front door step.

What the fuck was that about, Ethan thinks. He had heard everything with the door open. Legal negotiations? Ethan stands there for a minute thinking.

Did you find out? Is that why you spent the whole day with Jerry? That you figured out it was PR, and you spent the day with Jerry convincing him to let him out of the contract. That had to be it.

You knew him better than anyone, surely you would know better than to assume he would ever even so much as look in another woman's direction without telling you. Not that he ever would, because he had you. That had to be it.

For the first week day in a long, long time, you didn't come sailing into Ethan's kitchen that next morning. Jerry comes in, but you don't follow.

Odd.

"Where is she?" Ethan asks, growing nervous. Jerry looks up, and gives a sigh. "I gave her the morning off. She'll meet us at the lawyer's office. Go get your practice in."

"What?" Ethan splutters out. You had never been given a morning off a single time working for him, ever. Jerry would always freak out if you even thought about it.

"She had to take care of some business, she'll meet us there. Go practice."

The morning felt like living inside a horror film. Ethan felt nothing but dread hitting the sandbags, standing in the shower, changing into his suit.

And now he sits in dread outside a courthouse office space, waiting for the meeting. Jerry scrolls on his phone, seemingly not noticing Ethan's panic.

Ethan nudges him. "I thought we were meeting her here, are we going to start the meeting without her?" he asks. Jerry shakes his head. "She'll be here, meeting can't start without her."

Almost like witchcraft, you enter the hall, a man following you. That man wasn't his lawyer. What the fuck was happening?

"Who's that?" Ethan whispers.

"A lawyer." Jerry simply responds.

Jerry pulls Ethan to his feet, and they enter the conference room. A judge sits at the head of the conference table, with Ethan's lawyer typing away on her laptop next to him.

Did they need two lawyers for what was about to happen?

Ethan and Jerry take seats next to his lawyer. You and the other lawyer enters, and Ethan prepares for you to sit next to him.

But then something crushing happens.

You and the other lawyer sit across from him.

"Trouble? What's going on? What is this?" Ethan asks, the panic setting back in. The judge clears his throat, before speaking. "We are here today because a motion to terminate work contract with one Ethan Nestor has been filed, effective immediately. Will the plaintiff confirm?"

Ethan's entire life crushes in that one sentence. He looks at you, tears welling in his eyes. "Trouble? What are you doing?" This has to be a prank, he thinks, you pulling his leg for not telling you.

You stare back at Ethan, your stomach dropping. It was one thing to decide to do what you were about to do. It was another thing to actually be sitting in a conference room, having to look at Ethan while you severed yourself from his life.

Ethan stares you down, horrified.

"Yes, your honor," you whisper.

"No," he whispers back, eyes widening.

"Please state your case for motioning leaving this legally binding contract."

"No," Ethan repeats, getting louder.

"Your honor, the plaintiff has been offered employment elsewhere, a more lucrative opportunity for her career-"

Ethan bangs his hands on the table, his nose flaring. "Absolutely fucking not."

"-And Mr. Nestor over the years of employing the plaintiff has not given her a single raise, a single additional benefit, all the while maintaining an inappropriate-"

You watch Ethan, horrified, as the table shakes from his hands slamming again. He looks at you again, manic. "You lied to me, didn't you?" His voice cracks. "It's Damon, it's Damon fucking Jones. After the match, you lied to me, he offered you a job, didn't he?"

Your lawyer is stunned by the interruption, looking at Ethan, and looking back at you. Tears stream down both yours and Ethan's faces.

"So, so fucking what? Another blond boxer offers you a job and bats his stupid eyelashes at you and you would rather run off with him? What about the last four years, trouble? Would he fucking die for you, trouble? Would he? You can't, you can't do this."

"It's not like that, Ethan."

Your lawyer clears his throat, and the judge speaks. "Mr. Nestor, if you don't cease your outbursts, I will have you arrested for contempt of the court, let the legal team of the plaintiff discuss their case."

"As I was saying your honor, the defendant has been behaving in inappropriate behaviors towards the plaintiff over the last four years, behaving as if she was a personal friend rather than an employee. See his outburst just now, behaving as if the plaintiff was ending a romantic relationship, not quitting being his assistant."

"Inappropriate?" Ethan scoffs. "Is that what you really think, trouble?"

You don't look at him, waiting for your lawyer to continue speaking.

"As you can see from the papers I just gave your honor and the defendant's legal, Ms Harini Iyer has offered the plaintiff employment for more than twice Mr. Nestor's rate, apartment lodging of the plaintiff's choice, benefits. This is more than Mr. Nestor has offered her in the last four years."

The judge nods.

"You'd abandon Annie to live in some millionaire apartment?" Ethan hisses. You shake your head. "She offered Annie a job too. She comes with."

"I can't let you do this," Ethan cries.

"And what are the current parameters for exiting the contract?" the judge asks, ignoring Ethan.

"The plaintiff needs at least one signature from her employer, we just need to discuss the terms of termination."

You speak up to the judge. "I don't want anything from Ethan, I just want to be terminated from my contact."

Ethan shakes his head. He has to keep you. You're the largest part of his life. You're the person he wants to see most in the morning, the first person he looks for after a win. Did the last four years mean nothing to him? How could you this?

"Don't do this to me, trouble. I won't sign it."

"Ethan," your eyes pleading with him, "Do not make this difficult, sign the damn paper."

He slams his hand down again. "Absolutely not! I need you! You and me, we're a team, I cannot let you do this. We're friends. We're fucking friends, and you're just walking out like it's nothing."

"We're not friends."

"Don't say that."

"You don't tell me about your personal affairs, I am not a friend, I am your employee, you are my employer, we are not friends," your tone is sharp.

Some of the puzzle pieces click for Ethan. "Is this about Lizzy?" he whispers. He stares you down, but you won't look at him.

"It is, isn't it?" he whispers. His shoulders sag. "Trouble, if you would just listen to me, just talk to me."

You look sharply at him, a deep inhale through your open lips. Your eyes are bloodshot, but yet your mascara stays intact on your face.

"Ethan," you whisper, and all he wants to do is grab you and hold you.

Then you say four words that crush him further.

"Just let me go."

His response is automatic. "I can't."

How could he? For four years, you've lit up his world. Nearly every day of his life for four years was spent with you. To let you go would have it end. The secret whispers, the victory hugs, the loss hugs, all the late nights spent with you on his couch, they would end. And he would never get to have you in his life again. He'd be stuck in that horrible PR relationship without a light at the end of the tunnel. Ethan would lose what gives his victories meaning.

You stare at each other for the longest time in silence.

"Please," he pleads one last time, "let's go home, I'll give you anything you want, please."

"Sign the papers."

"You know I can't."

Your face hardens. "Fine. I don't need your goddamn signature."

Ethan's expression changes to confusion and astonishment. "I am your employer, you need an employer's signature, and I won't give it to you," he spits out.

"In case you forgot, Mr. Nestor, I was hired from an agency."

His stomach drops at the realization.

"And you didn't hire me from the agency." You point at Jerry. "He did. He's also my employer. And I just need one signature."

Ethan turns to Jerry. "Don't you fucking dare," Ethan seethes. Jerry grabs the papers. "Jerry, don't, don't fucking do it," Ethan reaches to grab the papers, to stop Jerry. The security officer grabs Ethan by the shoulders. "Don't, son," the officer murmurs. "Jerry, stop please."

Jerry reads the papers, scanning through them. He looks up at you. "This is a good deal. I can understand what you're doing here, you were right," he murmurs.

"You knew?" Ethan asks, trying to lunge forward again. The officer pushes him back into the chair.

"She told me yesterday. Kid, are you sure?"

You look at Jerry, and for the first time in four years, you two had a moment of complete understanding.

Jerry grabs the pen and signs the papers, sliding them over to the judge. "It'll be better for you this way, kid." Your lawyer pulls out additional papers that you sign, sliding those also over to the judge.

It was over. Ethan had lost. And he had lost the only thing that genuinely fucking mattered.

The meeting concludes silently, Ethan reduced to nothing but silent tears. Everyone files out of the room. You pull out your phone and start quickly typing, speed walking down the hallway.

Ethan immediately trails after you, trying to stop you. "Trouble, trouble, just fucking talk to me, what the fuck was that?"

"I quit, Ethan."

"Why are you upset about Lizzy, can you at least answer me that? What was so bad you have to get a different job with the woman who's dating Damon fucking Jones when you know I feel about him?" You pull sunglasses out of your purse, putting them on, then open the doors to the courthouse, stepping out. You hear cameras shuttering, and you can hear reporters calling both your and Ethan's names, wondering why it looked like both of you had been crying.

You turn back to Ethan, standing outside on the steps. "Did you or did you not lie to me, Ethan? If we were friends, if I was worth anything to you outside of an employee, why did you not tell me?"

He stays silent, before speaking.

"Jerry said it would improve my career. She's better for my career."

Your stomach tightens, and you thank god you had put on your sunglasses so he didn't have to see you cry. Was he fucking joking? What kind of sick answer was that? You scoff. "Who do you fucking think you are to say that to me? What does that even mean? Well... fuck you for listening to that douchebag. The only thing he's ever done right was sign those fucking papers." You spin back around, rushing down the stairs.

He runs after you, the cameras following.

"Trouble, wait, wait, I can explain what I mean, I-"

A blue convertible pulls up, and you toss your purse in the backseat. The cameras turn from Ethan to the car, the reporters and paparazzi exciting themselves over the driver.

Harini Iyer, who shoots you a thousand giga watt smile. "Get in!" she yells, and you nod, jumping into the passenger seat.

Ethan is sprinting down the steps now, as everyone is taking photos of you and Harini, shouting. Harini leans in to whisper to you. "You got any last words? We got about twenty seconds." She shifts to pull out.

"Yeah. Fuck him."

Ethan is rapidly approaching the car, pushing through the crowd.

When he can see you again, you turn to everyone taking photos and videos, give a giant grin, and flip Ethan off.

Harini throws her head back, laughing, before hard pressing the gas, speeding away from the courthouse.

And with that, you were severed from Ethan Nestor's life.

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