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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 1 year ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃-𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒.

pairing: coriolanus snow x toxic!fem!reader

summary: someone always throw a spanner in her works, to achieve her biggest dream —being coriolanus’ lover, wife and claiming power. luckily, y/n is not on the loser side when it comes to playing.

trigger warnings (overall): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, blood, violence, killing people, hunger games stuff, i just love volumnia gaul, reader hates lucy gray and everybody who’s around coriolanus, mental health problems mentioned such as psychotism, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies.

trigger warnings (in this part): toxic!reader, reader meets lucy gray for the first time, reader hates arachne, DEATH, blood, cruelty against people, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, unhealthy body image, drugs, SMUT, p in v, fingering, poorly written smut.

prologue. part 1. part 2.

y/n squirmed on the inside.

it was strange, but not unusual. y/n always squirmed when she went to the zoo, seeing animals in locked cages was not her kind of pleasure. it didn’t help that the media was there too, so she had to play nice in front of everyone. probably she could never warn lucy gray, not to mention that in front of coriolanus. if she ever said a word about executing her from the picture in any sort of ways, lucy gray was surely the tricky bitch who would spill it to him. and that was the last thing she needed. y/n sighed, blinking a couple of times before she turned to the grid of the cage the tributes were held –being nice to not to get unveiled was truly a tiring thing. but at least, lucy gray wasn’t the one who got to go to dinner with coriolanus. no, not on her watch.

“are you feeling okay, y/n?” did she look not okay? that can’t be possible. even if her uterus were eating her up and her corset tried to pierce her ribcage, y/n’s rule that she should never look like a damsel in distress, she just shook her head.

“everything’s fine, corio. will you introduce me to lucy gray?”

so here we go.

safe to say, lucy gray was pretty good looking. y/n had to admit this, she could state anything about anybody, but being pretty was really objective, based on the standards. of course, not as good- and well-looking as someone from the capitol, anyone could always judge if a person was from the capitol or one of the districts. even people from the first and second district were much more… chav. lucy gray was skinny, underfed and messy, how could she ever compare with y/n? nevertheless, she had to make sure that lucy gray doesn’t think of herself as though she believed she was. it was important for het to not become a main character in her game. y/n saw the whole world as a big, never-ending set of games, because it was, depending on how seriously people took it. because in the world, there were many games. games about money, about power, about life and death, and about control. and lucy gray wasn’t the one who had connections. but now wasn’t the time to beef, if lucy gray blows off at the games, coriolanus will never get the plinth-prize, and y/n didn’t had that much time and space to find out something for that, too. so lucy gray had to survive. y/n just had to make sure that the end justifies the means, and she was nothing but a tool to get money and power.

sejanus was already showing food for marcus. shit, sejanus… y/n’s mind was bugging, she still didn’t know what to do with him. if her game was a table of chess and coriolanus was the rook on the table, then sejanus was the queen… or the king. he could take a simple checkmate on all of her moves, no matter what. yes, sejanus was following coriolanus with getting food to his tribute, but only one bad move from him was enough to screw up all of her plans. and sure, he had noble parents, and he could pull out his head from the hook, but not coriolanus. and against the fact with the two being good friends, blood was still thicker than water.

“lucy gray, this is my good friend, y/n y/l/n.” and his soon-to-be wife and lover.

“hello, y/n.” act casual, act natural. don’t talk about feeling sorry for fucking around the mayor’s daughter and her lover, this isn’t announced. never let them know you did research all night.

“hi, lucy gray. how are you feeling? probably… not so good because of this cage.”

“i’m pretty fine, thank you. just hungry a little bit.”

“oh, i brought you food. y/n and i thought about getting you food.”

“yes. you have to be strong for the games.” if you dare to die, i’m going to kill you myself. how could anybody do this small talk for so long? words didn’t came into her mouth, she wasn’t the type who could talk for hours about nothing. there were days when she was alone with the maids in the house, or upstairs, and she didn’t talk for days if nobody bothered her.

“thank you so much.” lucy gray whispered, taking the cookie, offering one to her. y/n looked at the cookie, then her. looking at the cameras, she shook her head. eating a cookie with a tribute? if somebody sees this, she will be treated equally as the other students, and she won't let it. she was now a working woman, one of the workers of volumnia gaul, what would she say if she saw this?

“oh, no… i can’t eat cookies. i just had breakfast.” she wasn't in the mood to eat cookies with this girl, watching how arachne played with her tribute was more interesting.

“you said you skipped breakfast because you slept in.” looking at coriolanus, y/n slapped herself in her mind. her bleeding days were killing her brain, and no medicine could make her concentrate enough.

“uhm, yeah, but i ate at work. really, we bought the cookies and the food for you, so–” what the fuck was with her? were the pills she took yesterday night too strong?

“y/n, did you eat or not?” coriolanus’ question and his worried face made her… satisfied. not because he was worrying about her, but because he was busy with her. y/n blinked up, shrugging her shoulders. thinking about he’s gonna be worried about her when they’re gonna be a couple, even pregnant, it was pure pleasure.

“it’s alright, corio. i will eat when i get home, and i will eat at night, on our date.” she whispered, audible enough to lucy gray. holding his hand, she hoped she reassured her. “really, it’s nothing. let’s… care about lucy gray, she’s your tribute.”

as coriolanus crouched down to her, y/n wanted to do the same, but lucretius flickerman was faster, approaching her with his loyal cameramen.

“...and what a surprise that we are seeing a true noble, a noble from the noble, y/n y/l/n! tell me, how are you here?” he asked, y/n tried not to look into the camera as he almost showed the microphone into her mouth.

“i just accompanied coriolanus and the others from the school. as well as they’re his friends and classmates, they’re my friends, too.”

“how cute! tell me y/n, if you could bet on one of the tributes, perhaps even supporting them, who would you choose?” tricky question, tricky question! if everybody sees this, hyping up coriolanus wasn’t a bad idea.

“i think… it’s a good question. some of them, such as marcus and lucy gray. i think they’re good. marcus seems strong, and lucy gray… she surely knows more than just singing.” she wanted to punch the cameramen, everybody could surely see how white her teeth were.

“it’s really interesting… also, we heard a rumor that you work with volumnia gaul now. is it interesting to see how the games improve?” trying not to furrow her eyebrows, y/n looked at lucretius.

“my work at dr. gaul and everything that happens there is strictly confidential. i can’t say anything about the games, but it’s gonna be really entertaining.”

“thank you so much, lady y/l/n! now, let’s see how–”

clunk! the sounds of iron and glass clashing catched the showman’s ears too, looking into the direction. y/n couldn’t decide to laugh or look terrified at the sight of the blood that was mounting from arachne’s neck. standing at the grid of the cage, she saw as coriolanus hurried to help arachne. he was still running to help her, a really, really good man… y/n knew why she loved him.

“what the hell happened?” lucy gray whispered to her, making her shake out from her state. looking at her, y/n clenched her jaw.

“i’m going there. stay away from that girl who stabbed her.”

stepping to the scene, y/n crouched down too, caring about not touching the soiled ground with her silk skirt, wondering about the color of the blood. a big pool, arachne’s life. one hand still around the bottle, she was smart enough to keep it in, but she couldn’t like with a broken bottle in her neck forever! sardonic slut, making jokes of everyone, licking up and kicking down. i know you talked about me when i wasn’t near, calling me a psycho, and that i was my parent’s pet and mentally disabled for being a private student. the truth is, i never could stand that perfidious snake-face of yours. how could you ever face the mirror in the morning without breaking it with your eyesight? without spitting on yourself?

“y/n, what are we gonna do?” coriolanus asked her. his hands were shaking, one at her neck. she brushed arachne’s hair, trying to patch up the blood with her handkerchief, wiping her eyes like she was crying. everybody was rushing from them and the cage, peacekeepers were surrounding them.

“i don’t know, dear… i am so sorry, arachne was such a good friend of yours…”

“somebody help, please!” he cried out, making her look away, to the exact point as one of the men shot the stabbing tribute girl in the stomach. well, at least lucy gray didn’t have to worry about her any longer. “what the fuck is happening, y/n?”

“i don’t know, i don’t know!” she knew exactly. just as the peacekeepers grabbed coriolanus’ and her arm to drag them away, y/n signed them to let her go. “i just… i just want to look at her, please, for the last time.”

“you only got one minute. your little friend stays here.”

stepping over arachne’s body, she lowered down to see the light gone from arachne’s eyes. as her hair covered her face, y/n tried to press down the smile as she thought about her list. look at you, arachne… mocking everybody, and now you became the prey? deep down, you wanted to die like this, didn’t you? as a victim. so everybody can forget how sordid you are. nobody will ever know the truth about what you did, playing with that filthy girl’s food, what did you think she will do? jump around and beg for you? now, everybody only can say how clever and beauty you were, how hard you tried to get the fucking plinth prize, cracking their hands as they look at each other at your funeral. nobody will ask why the girl stabbed you, thanks to the contrary of the capitol and the districts, but hey, that’s why we love being distinguished, isn’t it? and don’t worry, i’ll keep your secrets, and you don’t even have to thank me crane, because i am a good friend. a really good one.

reaching for her eyelids, y/n slowly pulled them down. she was never near a dead body, and the thought of it disgusted her a little bit. she wasn’t a killer, she was… a gamer. a really good one. the blood almost spilled on her shoes, how filthy.

turning back to coriolanus as they walked out, she leant her head on his shoulder. instantly thinking about the date, would it be morbid to kiss upon their dead friend’s corpse? arachne has nothing to do with this. well, she had nothing to do with this.

“are you okay, dear?” she asked from him, looking up to him.

“yes, it’s just… i still can’t perceive what happened. and you, are you okay?” coriolanus muttered as they sat down on one of the benches in the park. cars were honking, wheels clashing against the gravel; the ambulance arrived. a hearse could be better, but y/n couldn’t blame them. it was strange to see clemensia and arachne get out of the picture, they were sidekicks for too long.

“i am okay, thanks.”

“you just saw her dying, and went back, why did you do that?” looking at him, coriolanus shook his head. “i’m sorry y/n, i shouldn’t ask you that, it’s just… i was so terrified, maybe i am still right now.”

“i just… wanted to say goodbye. arachne was a little bit mocky all the time, but… she was a friend. a good one.” her sound was a little bit catatonic in her head, all the time she told a lie.

“you are right. sorry for asking this, really, i didn’t have the spirit to go back there.”

“don’t worry, corio. maybe she shouldn’t play with that girl… you know how cruel the games can be.”

“you are right, y/n. the games are stressful for everybody.” y/n nodded, reaching for his hand.

“do you have the stomach for tonight? i know this is horrible, but… maybe we can get each other into a better mood.”

looking at her, she tried to smile a little bit. not a too big, unnatural smile compared to the fact that somebody just died, and not even a poker face like she didn’t fucking care about what happened.

“of course i have the stomach, it would be my pleasure, y/n. i just have to go home to change.” coriolanus answered, making y/n truly, truly happy.

“it’s really good to hear.”

a death is one thing, but the future is another.

she had to make the move, arachne’s death could slow down things. hortensia pulled her hair a little bit, curling it with little clips, swirling her locks around heated sticks. this night had to be perfect, exactly because of what happened. running through her eyebrows with a clipper, she looked at the clock –she had still an hour, her clothes laid on her bed.

“you are gonna be so beautiful, miss y/l/n.” the maid praised her as she lined her eyebrows, spraying perfume on her wrists and behind her ears. morphia did the same when she was meeting timothé, and they were together, didn’t they? rubbing nacre powder over her eyelids, she was ready.

“could you pull my corset tighter, hortensia? please.” standing up, she held onto the pillar of her bed.

“are you sure, miss y/l/n? i’m afraid that–”

“i am sure, hortensia. we will be afraid if coriolanus snow won't like my appearance.”

it was painful. feeling her bowels sticking together, framed by her bones that dug into her stomach and lungs, but at least she looked desirable.

“are you feeling alright, miss y/l/n?”

“of course, i’m fine. thank you.” she muttered as the maid helped her pick up the clothes. a red dress, slightly slit up but not too long to look like a prostitute, a couple of black heels, not too high to fall in them. suddenly the door creaked, it was her mother. a glass of wine in her hand, she leaned on the doorframe, a silly smile on her face.

“look at my little girl, hortensia. isn’t she beautiful and adorable?” she asked, making the maid turn to her.

“she’s beautiful, lady y/l/n.”

“she already told me that, mommy.” y/n muttered, a little bit annoyed at the fact that her mother looked up and down on her like a piece of meat. sure, everybody always measured her like she was one, but her own family could at least have a little dignity for each other.

“it’s natural that you are stressed. is that a corset on you?” lorelei asked, placing down her cup to brush out the dress, the wrinkles on the waist area were long gone.

“thanks.” y/n responded.

“i was just as terrified as you before i met your father, i can tell you, y/n. but it went well, because the three of you are here, aren’t you?” she giggled, making y/n roll her eyes.

“don’t you have to watch the tv, mommy?” she turned to her as hortensia cleaned her shoes.

“i know you don’t want me here, my dear. and it’s perfectly fine that you want to concentrate on your little date today.” it’s not only a stupid little date, it’s the whole matter of my future. “also, i know that you want to marry coriolanus snow, but honey, is he really worth it?”

y/n turned, crouching in front of her mother; holding her hand as hortensia walked out, she knew her more than her mother. y/n could bear many things, but questioning her love was the main thing that set her mind on fire. looking at the place her mother stood only a couple of minutes ago, the hole of the butter knife got her eyesight. she looked like her mother too much, staring at her was like staring at the life she could get, but so much better.

“mommy, please. if you want to question me, talk with father about it. otherwise, never doubt me, ever.” talking with long, stiff words, y/n brushed her mother’s hand. “do you understand me?”

for a moment, she thought that her mother was gonna slap her, but instead, lorelei giggled. as she searched for her glass.

“you are much more determined than morphia, my dear. i hope your date will go well, the chauffeur is yours tonight. if snow comes too, then… don’t make much noise. your father won't be here tonight anyway, but i’d like to get some sleep.” she said, turning out on the door, closing it. hortensia asked if she could come in, making y/n nod. looking onto the picture where she and coriolanus stood, she didn’t even realize her heart was nearly beating out of her ribcage. picking up her white, snow-like stole, spraying perfume on herself, hortensia straightened her dress, escorting her down the stairs.

the place coriolanus offered wasn’t a big deal, but that’s what she needed. as long as they could talk without one of her father’s workers or her mother’s friends interrupting them, it was fine. helping her take off her stole and pull out the chair for her like a gentleman, y/n asked for an easy meal. not being able to think with a full stomach was one point of that, but the other was the meaning of the meal. watching his father’s guests taught her that when somebody wanted to have breakfast, lunch, dinner or even a fucking tea party, it wasn’t about food, no. food was just the cloak to cover up nasty things.

“are you feeling alright?” coriolanus asked her as they got their food. y/n dug into hers, then looked up at him, smiling. he didn’t look like a half-god; he looked like apollo himself. the dim light sculpted his cheeks and his lips, y/n wanted to dig into his hair between two messy kisses, and although she was a virgin, she could imagine how it was like to have him thrust into her, giving out the animal-like noises she remembered in her dreams.

“of course, this is a really lovely place. i am so happy that we are here, i wanted to do this for so long.” she answered, placing down her fork as she held his hand.

“for so long? how long, y/n?” he teasingly smiled, making y/n look away. for a lifetime, baby.

“from the moment… you helped me up in the hall of the college.”

“so from the moment we first met?”

“no, we met before! i…” will the truth hurt him? “...i noticed you at a dinner we attended with my family.” she was fourteen, and coriolanus moved things in her like nobody else. probably that was the time when the chemicals in her brain made her difficult, nearly banging her head against the wall as she couldn’t even understand herself.

“which one?”

“two years ago.” a little lie couldn’t hurt anybody.

“it’s gonna surprise you, but… i noticed you too, y/n. i wanted to talk to you, but you had to escort your sister, and my grandma said that it’s not appropriate.”

“really? that’s so… inevitable, don’t you think?”

“i don’t know about these things so much, y/n. but i think you are so beautiful.”

“thank you so much. you look also handsome, coriolanus. and… i want to talk about something, something that… can really, really influence our future.”

“really?” he asked, making y/n slightly lift her eyebrows. oh god, be not only a fling, y/n.

“yes, of course! you know, my family takes marriage really seriously, and…” seeing the slight worry on his face, y/n held his hand again. “i really don’t want to rush you, my dear. it’s just, my father gave his blessing when i told him that we are going on a date.” well, he’s not really, but he will. cyril will even thank her when she’s gonna be the first lady of panem.

“that’s wonderful, y/n! you know, i’d never guess that, because, you know… how me and my family, and my father–”

“corio, please. what happened in the past didn’t depend on you. it was a real, gigantic catastrophe.” those wankers took everything away from us. “who would have guessed what’s gonna happen with the thirteenth district? your family bet on the wrong horse, but sometimes, it happens.”

“i know, but it’s still my job to get money to help my family.” coriolanus answered, taking a sip from his wine. “you know, y/n, this plinth-prize thing is tiring me out as hell, and i really don’t know what to do. it can seem like i’m in control, but all i see are walls and i keep clashing into them. i knew i had a big chance to get that prize, and i hoped that things would turn out in a good way, but… i don’t know, it’s like a curse.”

y/n nodded, leaning on her hands, brushing the ring on her middle finger. her ring finger was reserved from the moment she saw coriolanus.

“i hope i’m not boring you, y/n, but–”

“no, of course you don’t! it is my pleasure that you share your concerns with me, although i can’t do much. i wanted to offer my help, but things happened too fast, and volumnia has eyes everywhere. i still don’t know what she’s going to think about today, when i lucretius asked me up. being asked before cameras is not my type.”

“don’t worry, i don’t like him either. but he’s gonna present the whole games, so i have to get used to it.”

“you will, my dear, and i have no doubts about that.” she smiled, eating some more. trying to get her foot more comfortable as the heels burned her soles, she accidentally knocked into coriolanus’ legs, making her look up at him. “oh my, sorry, it’s just…”

“don’t worry, y/n. does your feet hurt in those heels? i can’t comprehend that even when tigris are wearing them, they look awful to walk in.”

“no, it’s perfectly fine.” noble people doesn’t have to dig in the mine or sweat in the factories, but as hard to swallow a pill, the hard work is still their task –redistribution between districts and control all the twelve districts are really hard, while they have to wear uncomfortable shoes and suits, smiling every time even if the question is the most humiliating shit ever. deep down everyone in every district knew that if the capitolium lashed out, there wouldn’t be the slightest hope of survival.

“if you say so… and, how is the work with volumnia?”

“well, i can’t tell you secrets, but… she’s pretty okay.” she’s an animal. she would be ready anytime to pull my stomach out through my throat if i’d tell anything about what’s going inside there. “her ways are interesting, i admit that, nevertheless, she’s a mastermind.”

“i’d like to work beside a mastermind, or to talk with a mastermind.” silly boy, he was already dating with one right now. but even y/n didn’t know that. she never knew any other mindset than hers.

after dinner, coriolanus paid and helped her out of the restaurant. the city lights were dim and almost turned off, but the night didn’t end, not for them.

“thank you, corio. this was a lovely, lovely night.” she whispered, putting her hand on his shoulder as they stood before each other. she imagined as they stepped out from even such a little restaurant, photos flashing around them, people admiring them as they sat in the car to go home to a big castle or mansion.

“thank you for coming, y/n. and give my greetings and thankfulness to your father.” leaning down, more like supporting than holding her jawline gently with his fingers, he pressed a kiss on her forehead, y/n’s knees brushed in her excitement. only coriolanus could bring out this state from her, nobody and nothing else. she was a diamond under pressure, and coriolanus was the last push she always needed to be more perfect. as he ended the soft kiss, y/n pursed her lips, looked at his eyes, then his lips. and the next move surprised her even, tearing her soul into pieces in a good way.

coriolanus lifted up her face by her chin to kiss her. so this was it? this is what true love feels like? this is what fulfilled love and devotion feels like? he was so soft, she wanted to bite into his skin, but instead, her lips just brushed his, slimming down her hand to his chest, as he softly grabbed her neck to make her stay. oh my, y/n thought, sighing as she sipped a fresh bite of air through her nose. she didn’t want to end this, no. not tonight. god knows when they can be together again, be together like this.

behind them, a car honked. despite being a good chauffeur, helius isn’t the best at timing, y/n thought as she almost rolled her eyes annoyed by her chauffeur, brushing coriolanus’ face to make him stop.

“this is your car? sorry, i’m…”

“come with me, corio.” she whispered, brushing her lips against his chin.

“are you sure about that? your parents–” y/n grabbed his hand, slowly dragging him to the car as helius opened the door for them. coriolanus helped her get in, as the car started to drive, y/n turned to coriolanus. they began to kiss again, she tried to brush her tongue to his, but now he was the one who pushed her away gently, trying to brush his hair to look somehow collected. “y/n, your parents are home? i can’t be respectful enough if they see that i’m eating up their daughter.”

“my father isn't home, and my mother is sleeping now. please, dear…” she tried to lean over him, it was impossible because of the height difference. coriolanus smiled, brushing her face.

“how could i say no to you after this?” he said, letting her bury her lips into hers for the rest of the ride. arriving home, y/n nodded to helius as he could now retire for the rest of the night. stepping up on the marble front garden fastly, she opened the door. placing her finger before her lips, she signed to coriolanus to be quiet, hurrying up on the stairs to her room. y/n was glad that hortensia did her job and tidied up the place, so all they had to do was lie down and continue what they began.

“you are so beautiful”, coriolanus moaned as he peeled down his coat and his jacket, y/n threw her stole onto the dressing table.

“you are so handsome”, y/n whispered, kicking off her shitty but glamorous shoes, helping him unbutton his shirt as she kissed his jawline. something strange took over her mind; if someone asked her what she’s going to do tomorrow, she couldn’t answer, couldn’t form even a single thought. it was so animalistic, just as she hovered over coriolanus, sitting on his hips as she tried to unzip her dress, as coriolanus reached for it to help her, y/n remembered that she had a corset on. leaning away from him, she faced the mirror on the dressing table.

“what’s the matter, y/n? did i do something?” he asked, reaching after her as she tried to pull it off without him noticing, but it was impossible even for her. “y/n, what are you doing? is that… holy, you wear a corset?”

“yes, but… don’t worry, it’s just because…” who the fuck was her? she wasn’t bragging, why did she slip apart? she stopped her thoughts as coriolanus crawled behind her, helping her unzip her red dress, kissing her hair from behind.

“y/n, i hope you know that you don’t need that.” coriolanus muttered, grabbing the ropes of the corset to ease it around her form. kissing her hair again, then moving around to get to her cheeks. as he reached her lips, the corset was undone, thrown into the corner of the room. “it can stay there, love. look at yourself, how beautiful you are, the girl i fell in love with.”

looking into the mirror, it always saw makeup and craziness, and now… look at yourself, y/n, getting what you wanted. is this how the world works? is this how the university rewards me for my efforts, my sacrifices? y/n look at coriolanus in the mirror, the red dress holding the last bits of her breasts, turning to him, she let him get over. peeling off her dress, by an instinct, brushing his clothed cock with her knees, hearing an elated whine from him. she knew he was a virgin, she was too, but she moaned louder when coriolanus brushed her naked breasts, playing with her nipples while kissing her. it was so new, so unusual, and yet, everytime his fingertips touched her sensitive buds, she felt her blood striking down to her core.

“do you like this, y/n?” he asked, making her hiss, nodding as she looked up at him.

“yes… please, corio… i want you…” she gasped, trying to reach for his cock even if she didn’t know what it was going to feel like. coriolanus smiled shyly, reaching for her hips to lift it so he could take off her underwear. y/n wasn’t shy, and this was the first real pussy he ever saw, and if it depended on her, the last one, too. so, how could he compare her to any other girl?

“i want you, too. but… i heard that it can hurt.” he kissed her, and a slight pain striked her core as she felt something crawl up. she accidentally bit down on his lips too hard, drawing blood. “i’m sorry, y/n, i just thought that–”

“please don’t stop,” she cut into his words, grabbing his hand to guide it back. if his fingers were this long and stretching her out this much, how is she going to fit his perfect cock into her cunt? it was painful at first, but it changed to pleasure, she hoped coriolanus felt the same silk on the inside, the silk she felt every time she fingered herself. the impulse grew in her stomach, similar to the way when she was fingering herself, but it was another impulse. erratic, something she wanted to scoop up into a bowl and drink from it. coriolanus stopped, pulling his fingers out, y/n grabbed his wrist to lick herself off. it was messy, but she swore she saw his pupils dilated as he looked at her.

“i think it’s time for me to take this off too, isn’t it?” he asked, pulling down the waistband of his underwear. she hadn't seen so many cocks before, but he was so… beautiful. not too short, not too long, curling up a little bit, almost touching his abdomen from the excitement. y/n hoped that from the previous actions he got hard, because that’s what the girls always talked about at girly nights, but seeing the pre-cum dripping down on coriolanus’ cock got her mouth watering.

“do you want me to pleasure you?” she asked, already leaning up on her elbows. coriolanus shook his head, kissing her as he guided her to lay back down.

“no, love. it’s not about you, it’s just… i don’t think i’m going to last long even if we begin this,” he whispered, y/n giggled as coriolanus rolled his eyes joyfully.

“this is my first time too, corio.”

“i know, and i’m trying to make it hurt as little as i can, but please don’t be mad at me if–” y/n grabbed his chin, making him face again.

“how could i ever be mad at you?” she asked silently, brushing her forehead to his. coriolanus held her hand, grabbing his cock with the other, placing it to her core. y/n held onto his shoulder, just as in her dream.

“i hope you will enjoy this just as much as i do.” he whispered, kissing her, slowly slipping inside. y/n felt like she was teared apart, hissing, pressing her thighs to his waist. even a tear slipped from between her lashes as she tried to hold in the agonizing scream. she knew this would turn intp pleasure and sparks too, but it was so fucking unbelieveable to realize.

“should we stop, y/n?” coriolanus asked, his sound husky from the thigh feeling, burying his head into her neck. y/n shook her head, slipping her fingers into the hair on the back of his head.

“just keep going, it will be good, i believe”, she muttered, and with that, he began to thrust. the first dozen were painful, as if his cock tried to murder her, but after a little time, it eased up, and she caught herself softly moaning as their lips melted into each other again. “you can be faster if you want”, y/n whispered, making coriolanus nod, an adorable look on his face from trying to concentrate and not cumming. when he first hit the spot where she could never reach, y/n almost clawed into his back from the pleasure. she understood why people loved to make love; the way his cock filled her pussy was so natural and so perfect, her heartbeat and his moans thrumming in her ears, his big hand grabbing into hers stronger and stronger, not letting her lift up hers, ever, pinning down and dominating her. another tear striked from her eyes, but this was because of happiness, pure beatitude.

“i’m… ngh, love, i’m not going to last long”, coriolanus moaned, hitting her pleasure spot again and again, making y/n’s abdomen curl tighter and tighter. she felt as if she was a bomb ready to explode, reaching down with her free hand to her clit, circling it. it was too much, feeling how pubic lifted and fell every time he pulled out, only thrust into her, y/n turned her head so she could last longer, but it didn’t help, coriolanus was everywhere, in her mouth, her cunt, her hand, her ears and her eyesight, even in her mind.

“i’m…ah, corio, i’m going to cum, love…” she tried to say, his cock giving her the finishing move to push her over the edge. everything turned to white and black at the same time, she felt the pleasure and pressure blowing up in every cell of her body, striking through her veins to get the sensation from head to toe, thighs pressed to his side to make him go deeper, she felt her mouth opened, a silent scream coming out as a long, ragged, guttural moan. feeling him slowing down, she knew coriolanus reached his high too, laying his head on her collarbone, breathing heavily. for a moment, y/n didn’t know where she was, she only felt the softness under her, his body upon hers, and the last, tingling feeling in her pussy.

coriolanus pushed himself down from her, laying beside her on his back, placing his hand on his chest. y/n looked at him, panting, smiling as she could, kissing his face.

a couple minutes later she was dressed in a robe just as him, the blanket covering them. y/n laid on his chest, looking into the fire, grabbing one of his hands as he stroked her hair.

“this was fantastic, y/n. thank you so much, for everything.”

y/n rolled her eyes, kissing his skin as she smiled. this wasn’t the soft smile she formed in front of him, this was the smile she formed when she was alone, but the darkness kept her secrets. for a moment, clemensia and arachne long forgotten, even sejanus’s and lucy gray’s face faded as there were just the two of them.

“you don’t have to thank me for anything, corio. i am glad that you are happy.”

a/n: i'm really really really tired but i couldn't let you down girliez!! i hope you liked it, i passed my test but i'm gonna have another )): nevetheless, i'll try and write more and more parts because i have plans, so don't worry <3

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valewritessss · 6 months ago

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I saw someone on TikTok say that Percabeth is one sided and all I could say is that it looks like someone didn’t read Mark of Athena. Then I did some research and I found out they’re a Pereyna shipper(I had no idea that existed).

Personally, I don't get it, Reyna literally just tried to make a move on Percy but he rejected her and neither of them thought about it again so I don’t really see it. Either way, that's not the issue because I don't really care what people ship as long as it's not weird or creepy (I'm looking at any Artemis x Percy, Luke x Percy, Annabeth x Luke, or Percy x Nico shippers).

But back to the Percabeth is one sided thing, I’m a little bit confused. Because, did they miss the Annabeth pining silently but obviously for Percy for YEARS, Annabeth being jealous of Rachel partly because she liked Percy, Annabeth telling Athena that Percy is everything to her, Annabeth driving herself crazy those months Percy was gone and searching for him without giving up. So “Percabeth is one sided” where???

Then upon further research I found that of course, turns out they are an Annabeth hater(they don’t admit it but it’s obvious for apparent reasons). Some of their reasons: Annabeth's nickname for Percy, “seaweed brain” is degrading and implies he is stupid, Annabeth is mean to Rachel, and Annabeth is scared of Percy which made him feel like he deserves to die.

1. Annabeths nickname for Percy started out as teasing but became endearing for the both of them, just like the nickname “wise girl”. Percy even gets mad at Thalia for using this nickname because he considers it something solely Annabeth can use. In no way has Percy ever said or even mentioned that he feels put down because of the nickname. Also, Percy never hesitates to call anyone, even gods, out on their shit, so if it was really bothering him, he would most likely say something.

2. Honestly, the whole deal with Rachel was never that deep. Like, it did have a deeper meaning for Annabeth than many could comprehend but the whole catty part was never that big. A few snide remarks, sure, but it's not like she was bullying Rachel. If anyone thinks otherwise, that's okay, but in my opinion it was meant to be funny and it came off as such, and even Rachel and Annabeth themselves moved on and became fiends. Moving forward, considering the context of Annabeth's jealousy, it makes total sense for her to feel resentment towards Rachel. I'm not saying it's justified, but if a boy she'd been crushing on for years and is destined to die soon spends his last summer with another girl who is closer to normal than Annabeth could ever be, in what world would she not be mad? In fact, some of it was just teenage pettiness. And that's fine, she wasn't hurting anyone. Being a teenager with a crush is hard, and it's harder when you're a demigod with a huge prophecy hanging over you and your best friends heads. So is her anger justified? Maybe. But is she valid? Absolutely.

3. This is the most ridiculous reason yet. First of all, has Percy ever told Annabeth he feels like he deserves to die? I don't think so. Especially not before he almost let himself die with Jason there. I don't know if that person was just expecting Annabeth to guess, or what. Secondly, they were in Tartarus, and Percy did something scary. So of course, Annabeth is going to be scared. If Percy feels like Annabeth being scared makes him want to die, that's not really Annabeth's fault. And to expect Annabeth to make him feel better about something she is still recovering from herself doesn't make much sense, does it. At this point it just felt like they were going to hate Annabeth regardless, and these weren't actual issues they had with her they just saw a reason to hate her and went for it.

Hey, ship whatever you want and hate whoever you want, but don't come with false interpretations(that I know was easy to comprehend) as evidence for why you are right, please.

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yanderend · 2 years ago

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All Yandere's reactions to you giving them the silent treatment!

Requested by an anon

— The Detective

Charlie is a rather cold-hearted yandere, if he upset you, he wouldn't care too much.

That being said, he wasn't actually aware he upset you this time— after all, you've never reacted like this before.

He's almost happy about it, getting to see a new reaction out of you. Interesting as always.

'Two can play at that game,' is his thought process, not talking to you or paying you much mind outside of his usual stalking activities.

The Detective really didn't expect you to keep ignoring him for this long, but now it's been a week, and his irritation is starting to show.

His work focus is starting to wane, which is rare for him, but his brain is taken up by intrusive thoughts of worry. He's fine with you being petty for now— but what if you never talk to him again?

What if you try to talk to someone else?!

No, Charlie couldn't handle all his work on you being undone. He'll have to do something.

You find yourself cornered in your home, his arms by your sides as he glares you up and down.

'What do I need to do for you to acknowledge me again, huh?'

You try to move your head away, but he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him.

'Just... I just want you to apologise,' you tell him.

'Fine.' He bites his tongue and swallows his pride, refusing to meet your eye. 'I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me, now?'

'Are you going to let go of me?'

'Youre pushing your luck, sweetie.'

— The Childhood Friend

· She's completely paranoid from the second you start not answering her questions.

This is out of character for you, you wouldn't do this to the one person who's looking out for you, would you?

Eli knows her questioning can be invasive, but whatever hit a nerve with you was only essential knowledge for her! She couldn't live with herself if someone else knew something she didn't— but she's also struggling with the guilt she feels over pushing you on it.

'There's nothing to worry about, okay? There's nobody listening, so just talk to me, already!' She'll plead endlessly.

She doesn't want to blame herself— that would mean she's a bad friend, a bad lover! No, no, it has to be someone elses fault.

So that's what The Childhood Friend leads with, and goes out of her way to construct a fake narrative where someone is clearly manipulating you into not talking to her.

How could she have been so foolish as to let this happen? I guess that means she'll have to keep you on an even tighter leash, for now.

It's all for your protection, of course! No-one should treat you so awfully and lie about your best friend ever again...

'I'm sorry for this, love, but you understand how it is. After all we've been through, you shouldn't just go ignoring me for so long.'

— The Worshipper

At first, it takes a while for him to notice you're trying to give him the silent treatment. It's normal for him to not talk to you for a few days, and just watch from the shadows. He understands that you're a busy person...

It's when he actually makes an attempt at talking to you, and isn't met with the usual chipper response, his world immediately falls apart.

The Worshipper never thought he'd experience heartbreak this catastrophic— all he can think of to justify you not talking to him is that he's being punished by some higher force.

You're his everything, and now you're being taken away from his watchful eye. It's as if his life is crumbling around him.

All those times he told you he loved you, over and over and over, and like his anxieties told him, it was not enough to keep you.

(In reality, you just needed a short break from his advances, but your lack of clarification made him immediately assume that you never wanted to see him again.)

So he makes himself scarce— if his darling doesn't want to see him, he simply won't be seen! Whether that means confining himself to complete solitude, or keeping an even further distance and keeping himself from looking directly at you.

The only way to get him to stop avoiding you is to seek him out, and have a long talk about it all.

The majority of his side will be apologies, and asking how he can repent for acting so overzealous with you— but it's a conversation nonetheless.

— The Queen Bee

• The Queen Bee's starting to regret letting you into her friend group— sure, it may have been an efficient way of raising your status, but now you have people to talk to when you're avoiding her!

'That's just not right at all,' Anya thinks, 'I'm flawless! Even if I slipped up on something, I always make sure to make it charming...'

Above all else, the silent treatment makes her frustrated. Nobody's ever been able to keep it up for long, not her parents, not her friends, nobody! So why were you heing so difficult?

There's no way she'll let her plan be derailed by you not talking to her, she'll try her hardest to find other ways to communicate and make out that the two of you are still together.

Your phone gets blown up on your social media one morning, only for it to be something a little concerning. You knew Anya was rather manipulative when she wanted to be, but this was next level...

People throughout the school had found your personal account and were messaging you with flurries of questions— you didn't even know half these people by name!

What she had orchestrated was a rumour that you had cheated on her, and that's why you were acting strange— but always playing the angel, Anya 'forgave you' for it and you're still in a relationship.

The both of you knew it was completely false, but it was either swallow your pride and talk to her again as if everything was normal, or deal with harassment from all the people who were already jealous of your unearned idol-like status.

The Queen Bee is terrifyingly smart sometimes, but her ecstatic smile when you speak to her again is genuine.

— The Fanclub

★ The moment you don't respond to a text from one of them it's panic— so you can imagine the chaos that ensues when you stop talking to BOTH of them.

You're meant to be! They're meant to be with you! What's gone wrong? What have they done?!

One awful group panic attack later Aurora's managed to get Fortuna in a more comfortable state, but she's not responding outside of nodding or shaking of her head.

Aurora gets angry, and Fortuna gets analytical— a bad combination for you, to say the least.

Borderline kidnappings were common, but Fortuna's got your schedule down to a T, so it's not at all difficult for them to actually stage a full abduction this time.

Aurora has you tied up tight while the other waits patiently in another room, trusting her partner to take care of the situation.

'Why are you doing this to us?' She asks, straightforward with tears brimming in her eyes. She just wants answers.

After you explain that their most recent endeavours were a push a bit too far and made you uncomfortable, Aurora's violent demeanour dampens a bit. She's still a bit aggravated about it all, though; your silence did hurt her girlfriend as well as her.

'You've got to forgive us, you- you have to! You're going to eventually, one way or another so... Just do it, already!'

You can see they've gotten a bit desperate— maybe your silent treatment was a bit too harsh for them.

They were right though, you'd forgive them eventually.

— The Deity

∞ Nitai is already clingy as all hell, so he simply refuses to let you go until you aknowledge him again.

Whatever he did to annoy you, he knew he could make it better— if only you'd let him!

It occurs to him that it might not even be him annoying you. That it might be a build-up of several stresses, and his possessive nature was the breaking point.

If that's the case then... He has to get rid of all those little stresses, so you can go back to focusing all your energy on him!

He's never felt so anxious about anything before, so until you start praising him again he needs an outlet... Murder is an outlet of sorts, yes?

He'll return to your home in the middle of the night, blood soaking his favourite comfy shirt, and cozy up to your sleeping body in some sort of messed-up ritual dedicated to you.

He'll be gone by the time you wake up.

The Deity's main form of coping will come in reminding you of his power— he'll shower you in gifts until you can't ignore him at all!

He can't lose his angel to such a petty disagreement, he refuses.

'My beloved, please, you know how much I need your sweet voice to soothe me. Don't be selfish, now...'

— The Anomaly

As per the agreement, you have to spend time with them. This makes things even more awkward.

The Anomaly does not show empathy to anyone but you, his assignment, so they don't understand why you're so upset over the latest incident.

The silent treatment won't effect them at all; Yvetan knows you don't have a choice but to stay at the facility with them.

As long as they can keep watch of you, and keep you away from the other creatures in the building, they're happy watching you in uncanny silence.

Hours upon hours spent in that room in quiet would drive any normal person mad, so Yvetan tries their best to entertain you, knowing that you won't respond.

'You know, human, it's rather nice having you in here so frequently. You are so much more fun to look after when you're not talking about your work— we should do this more often, yes?'

You'll likely end up more frustrated than they are, so the argument passes quickly.

— The Idol

## The Idol is a bit dense about these things, but picks up on your attitude immediately. You're not the first person to pull this on him.

Jamie being Jamie, he's still going to ignore your personal space and sidle up beside you any chance he gets; but now it's more out of hoping you'll talk to him again than embarrassing you.

Even if you scolded him, that would be good enough to relieve him.

As per usual, he'll abuse his power so that you're not allowed out of whatever filming location you're at. That way you're stuck with him, no matter how you act.

He knows he did something to cause this but... He does a lot of stuff you take issue with, so The Idol isn't sure which one he should apologise for— or if he should even be apologising at all.

'Babyyyyy....' He whines, resting his head on your shoulder, 'What was it this time? C'mon, pleeeaaase?'

You being unable to leave Jamison's vicinity makes it difficult to fully ignore him, but you can at least keep up not talking to him as much.

You're legally his assistant, so he uses that to his advantage as well, making you escort him short distances just to keep touching you and asking you questions.

'What's up next? Oh, a dress rehearsal? You don't mind helping me get dressed again, do you? You know how difficult all those little pieces are...'

It doesn't bother him too much, but he does miss the sound of your voice, and what he hates most is the little noises you make when frustrated or embarrassed by him.

If you keep it up for long enough (more than two days, really) he might get annoyed and be a bit more forceful.

'What's your problem, out with it.' He speaks, pinning your wrists to the walls of his dressing room. 'Was it when I fired that guy for talking to you? You know that was just cause he's a creepy old dude, right? No? Was it the time when I-'

He's trying his best to figure out what caused your silence, but he just ends up digging himself a deeper hole by listing all his crimes against you.

When you do start talking to him again, he acts like it's no big deal, but the days afterwards are filled with him drawing out all of his conversations with you and near-constant toying with you.

#Collective #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere #female yandere #yandere #The Detective #The Childhood Friend #The Worshipper #The Queen Bee #The Fanclub #The Diety #The Anomaly #The Idol

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starlight-lesbians · 3 months ago

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okay so this sort offfff counts as a dialogue prompt but this post

https://www.tumblr.com/whatthehellami/734319377214767104/artwork-is-not-mine

for greasedinah! gb is obviously the angry one

You're Killing Me

a/n: greasey's cuteness aggression, basically

synopsis; greaseball is acting all frustrated, and dinah can't figure out why!

sfw, no warnings

Dinah was messing with her head. Greaseball had been irritated for hours, and her girlfriend was only making it worse. She couldn't really be mad at her for it though, it wasn't like it was on purpose. Dinah was just so cute, and it was getting to be too much for her, made her want to punch a pillow.

Technically she had things to do around the shed today, but she found herself stuck in place watching a focused Dinah experiment in the kitchen. The way her nose scrunched up when she was thinking was so frustratingly adorable, and she'd been unable to get it off her mind whenever she tried to think.

"What's got you in a mood today? You look tense..." Shit, Greaseball was hoping flying under the radar would be possible here.

"I'm..fine babe, just distracted" Dinah tilted her head curiously, Starlight she was cute..and made her way over to the couch.

"I don't believe you, you look mad." She pointed out bluntly, tapping Greaseball on the nose. "You sure you don't need anything? I can make some food or something..." Well, shit, nothing ever got past a worried Dinah, she noticed anything and everything, especially when you didn't want her to.

"It's stupid...like so stupid I don't want to tell you because you'll laugh, and you would be so justified in laughing." Greaseball put her face in her hands, trying to hide the redness popping up on her face with an angry expression that didn't quite hold.

Dinah sighed in exasperation, "What could possibly be that dumb? If it's upsetting you, it matters, we've talked about this..."

While Greaseball really appreciated Dinah trying to validate her feelings, that was unfortunately again making the weird urge to squeeze her so tight she popped way more powerful, What was this..?

"Dinah, baby, I'm fine, just in a mood is all." She huffed, still not looking at the coach in front of her to hide her blush as much as possible.

"Honey, your face is bright red...what's going on with you?" Dinah paused, a small giggle escaping her, "Wait a sec...are you just flustered? Did I do that?" She grinned mischievously, big doe eyes locking onto Greaseball's.

"N-no! I don't get...flustered." Greaseball rolled her eyes at the word, "I just told you, I'm in a bad mood, that's it!"

Dinah rolled her eyes, moving to straddle her lap, "You sure? Because from where I'm sitting, you wanna kiss me soooo bad." She pulled Greaseball in by the back of her neck, just barely not kissing her yet.

Greaseball groaned in frustration, pulling Dinah in the rest of the way, "Starlight, babe, not my fault you're so damn cute all the time." She barely broke the kiss to speak before dragging her back in again.

"What was so cute that it had you in a mood like this?" Dinah almost preened, sitting victoriously on her girlfriend's lap, "I need to know so I can do it more."

"Ugh, it's just you, babe. You're just there and you're adorable and I wanna squeeze you so hard you explode, I dunno." Greaseball shrugged, flicking Dinah on the nose

"Hey! Behave yourself!" Dinah giggled, barely able to fake annoyance, "You're cute too y'know, not sure why your response to me being cute is choosing violence though."

"Couldn't tell ya, but I guess it worked out, because now I have you here, and I can be as annoying as I like because you're stuck." She locked her arms around Dinah's waist and started kissing all over her face, "See what you do to me? I get all stupid about you, woman"

Through giggles, Dinah managed to press a kiss to Greaseball's nose, "If you haven't noticed, I'm pretty stupid about you too, so I'd say we're even."

anyways...this was silly

hope you like! and as always requests are open!!

#starlight express london 2024 #starlight express #stex #dinah the dining car #rory rambles! 💕#greaseball the diesel #greasedinah #dinah starlight express #greaseball and dinah #dinah x greaseball

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years ago

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Somebody in a Bar - Jenni Hermoso x Reader

A/n: a fic I wrote last year when I was thinking about the pilot episode of Grey's Anatomy, enjoy! some scenes are implied to be spicy...

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You were just somebody in a bar. She was just somebody in a bar.

Waking up before your alarm, you found your phone discarded on the floor with a mix of your clothes, and hers. Turning off your alarm, you managed to reach for your phone charger without falling off your bed, or disturbing the sleeping body next to you. Her arm was lazily hanging over your bare waist, even as you managed to plug your phone into charge, carefully rolling over to brush a lock of hair behind her ear.

A chill washed over you as you realised the blanket was no longer covering you, and you needed to get up. Quietly standing up, you swiped the blanket from her sleeping body, wrapping the blanket around yourself. Your eyes widened as the sleeping woman stirred, reaching over to grab the blanket and tug on it slightly, sleepily pouting at you.

Goosebumps ran up her skin as she pulled you and the blanket back onto the bed, on top of her. Her hands were warm on your waist, seeing her smirk at her show of strength, you swallowed nervously before readjusting the blanket to cover you both.

“Five more minutes…” she murmured, humming as your arms wrapped around her, resting your head on her chest to listen to her beating heart.

“I have to get ready for work. I can’t be late on my first day.” Trying to reason with her, you heard her hum in thought but she made no effort to move, pretending to go back to sleep.

“Fine. I’ll wake you up another way.” Your voice vibrated into her sternum as you began to wander your hands down her sides, seeing her smirk.

“Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?” before her eyes flew open in shock, your fingers drawing patterns on her skin, tickling her almost brutally.

It didn’t take long before she bucked you off of her, leaving you to hover at the end of the bed on your knees, wrapping the blanket around yourself.

“That is, not what I thought would happen.” She complained, catching her breath as you smirked, tilting your head to the side.

“Well, as much as I would love to do everything you thought would happen, I have to get ready for work…” leaning down to kiss her quickly, you jumped away before she could catch you, fingers tangling with the edges of the blanket as she bit her lip.

“Are you sure I can't convince you to stay?”

“Last time I checked, I just moved into this place... but if you're so desperate not to leave... I am going for a shower." Escaping the clutches of the blanket, you made your way to the bedroom door, pausing to stare at her, looking her up and down not so subtly.

“Can I join?” she asked, sitting up on your bed, resting her hands on her knees to stare back at you.

“"I'm not opposed to it, but we can't take all day.” You explained, opening the bedroom door to head to your bathroom.

“I can be quick.” She justified herself, getting up to follow you.

“I know you can, but you might need some time to recover once I'm done with you.” You smirked, opening the bathroom door, not expecting her arms to wrap around your waist, or her lips against your ear.

“Is that a promise?”

“Why don’t you find out? Shower is right there.” You gestured to the shower in question, not expecting her to reach around you to turn it on. Her hands drifted all over you as you waited for the water to warm up, and the two of you to get in, or moreso, you rushed into the shower due to her excitement, and yours.

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She had left your place with a smirk, saying she would hopefully see you around. She had to get to work too. She worked in sport apparently. If you had been more focussed, maybe you would have realised who she was before you were walking into the first team meeting with your new club. You were one of Barcelona’s new transfers, adding another right-back to their squad.

You paused in the doorway, looking around until one of the staff members spotted you, bringing you over to meet the Barcelona captain, Alexia, who in turn called over one of Barcelona’s left-backs for you to meet.

It was your laugh that caught her attention, Jenni turned her head to spot you laughing at something that Leila had said, doing a double take as she recognised your face, glancing up and down at you. She hadn’t realised she was grinning until she met Alexia’s raised eyebrow, gesturing for her to come over and meet you.

“This is our new right-back.”

You managed to keep your face calm as you recognised the woman who had just walked over, flickers of the events of last night and this morning running through your mind as you shook her hand, not expecting her to pull you into a hug. Goosebumps ran down your body at her touch, not seeing how she tensed at your arms around her waist as you gently hugged her back.

Jenni’s eyes followed you as you were introduced to the rest of your teammates, unable to talk to you until you were alone, heading out to get ready to train.

Jenni’s hand caught yours, pulling you around a corner away from everyone else.

“It’s you… you did not tell me you were transferring here. Did you not recognise me?” Jenni tilted her head to the side, slightly confused, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face, seeing you again.

“I’m sorry, when was I supposed to recognise you, when you had your lips on my neck, or when my head was between your-” Jenni’s fingers covered your lips as she heard footsteps approaching, her eyes darkening as she felt your lips open, trapping her fingers between your teeth.

Raising your eyebrows in defiance, you only released Jenni’s fingers as you heard the footsteps getting closer, Leila revealing herself coming around the corner with a confused look on her face as she found Jenni with you. Jenni quickly wiped her hand on her shorts, following you and Leila outside to the training pitch, her eyes on you as you walked in front of her.

It took a while for you to approach Jenni when nobody else was around, but you were blunt with your question.

“Do you regret it?”

Jenni paused from bringing the water to her mouth, looking at you for a moment before replying.

“No. Do you?” Jenni watched as your eyebrows crinkled together slightly.

“Why would I? It’s not like you’re one of the captains, I don’t feel guilty about sleeping with you. It was fun. I’m, I’m not opposed to it happening again, if you’re not opposed to it, of course.” You replied, taking a sip of your water as Jenni looked you up and down, glancing around to see everyone was busy.

“I am not opposed to it happening again.”

“Stop looking at me like that though.” You replied, taking a step back with a smirk as Jenni raised an eyebrow.

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

“But I have.” Jenni whispered, getting a glare from you as you spotted someone looking over from your periphery.

“Snap out of it. My eyes are up here, and people are going to notice you thirsting!” you warned, amusement in your tone more than annoyance, but she wasn’t exactly subtle with how she was looking at you.

“I can’t. I have seen what’s underneath.”

“You sound like a teenage boy.” You pointed out, turning your body slightly as Leila began to walk over.

“Can you blame me?” Jenni teased, unaware that Leila was walking over, even as your body language shifted.

“Not really, but you're not exactly subtle... focus on the ball, you can focus on me later. Hey, Leila, how's it going?” you waved as your fellow defender, but you heard Jenni’s question under her breath.

“How soon?”

“Such a horndog…” you whispered back, before waving bye to Jenni, and disappearing off to join your fellow defenders. You didn’t see how Alexia raised an eyebrow at Jenni, who was watching you walk away.

///

Jenni’s smile remained on her face, even through the meetings, until the first day of pre-season was over. You didn’t expect her to wait for you once the workday was over, but she found you heading towards your car. She ended up coming home with you though.

“I’m pretty sure there is something you might like in one of these boxes.” That was all that left your mouth before Jenni was helping you unpack the boxes of your belongings.

“Such a horn dog…” you murmured into her skin, Jenni’s hands on you the moment that the last box was unpacked.

“You accepted my help, what did you expect?” She began to banter, but your lips on her neck left her taking a sharp breath.

“You won’t find a jersey with your name on in there, you can stop eyeing my clothes.” You teased, noticing the way the forward was glancing at your closet.

“I bet it will not take long until there is one.” she smirked, her hands slipping up under your shirt.

“Maybe I'll get you in my jersey, who knows. Although you'd probably prefer wearing nothing at all… if last night is any evidence.”

“If it results with you pulling it off of me, why not?” Jenni teased, her hands moving further up, taking your shirt with her to remove it, “last night was only the beginning, cariño.”

“Maybe you could even keep it on-” you were cut off as your shirt was pulled over your head.

“Tempting… very tempting… I should have brought my jersey with me.” Jenni replied, biting her lip as her eyes drifted away from your face.

“Maybe next time, but for now… I saw how you looked at me in training.”

“Oh?”

“If you want payback for what happened before Leila walked around the corner, you’re wearing too many clothes for it.” Your statement shocked Jenni as you took control, pausing to make sure she was okay with it before heading towards your bedroom.

///

Turning up the next day, you couldn’t cover the marks that Jenni had left on your neck, although the rest were hidden by your training top. You had been more discreet however, so Jenni was able to keep all of hers hidden.

“Did you move here with your partner?” Ingrid innocently asked loud enough that the rest of the team overheard, interested in your answer. Biting your lip, you looked like you had been mauled by an animal with the number of hickeys on your neck, and the proud look on Jenni’s face made you want to facepalm.

You hummed, nodding slightly before you took too long to answer. So now your team thought you had a partner.

“You are lucky I was more discreet.” You whispered, catching Jenni later as she smirked at you.

“It is hard to control myself around you, bebé. So, I am your partner now?”

“I panicked. I couldn’t say my hookup from a bar gave me these… just be careful who you take your top off around, someone might get a nosebleed, or faint.” You replied, not looking Jenni in the eye as you looked over something you had to read.

“I'm not as reckless as you when trying to hide my hickeys… why did you panic? Embarrassed?” Jenni frowned slightly, but you sighed.

“Take me to dinner first, Hermoso. But I could never be embarrassed about you. I’m just not in the mood for anyone but you teasing me to be honest.” Flipping over the piece of paper, you scanned the other side.

“Good, I do not want to share you like that with anyone.” Jenni affirmed before she was called over to the rest of the forwards.

You let out a sigh as she walked away, watching from your periphery, “always so ready to strip, but I don’t mind that at all… just not in public anyway…”

///

“You can tease me however you want in private, but in public? Save the extremes for later, especially when the team is around.”

“Eh, they have seen it before… Alexia and I dated a while ago, we broke up, but we want to see each other happy. She is happy with her girlfriend.” Jenni explained as she drew patterns into your bare back, your head resting on her chest as you listened to her.

“I saw you watching me, when I was talking to Leila…” you murmured into her collarbone, pressing a kiss there afterwards.

“You seemed busy…”

“Never too busy for you… how does that song go? ‘Everybody’s watching her, whilst she’s looking at you’ that one…” you hummed the song quickly, not seeing the amused smile on Jenni’s lips.

“That song is right. You are all I can focus on.” Jenni raised an eyebrow as you moved your head to look her in the eye with a strange smile on your face, “What is that smile for?”

“That is a secret, for now. But Leila noticed I kept looking at you…”

“You were not subtle, bebé. You enjoyed my goal, yes?” Jenni’s fingers gently scratched your scalp, making you hum into her sternum this time.

“How could I not? You’re a top goal scorer after all…”

///

You didn’t expect the team to ask when they could meet your partner, apparently people could bring them to some sort of event the team were having.

“Um…I think she’s busy that night. She has a work event.” You weren’t technically lying about the work event, since Jenni was going to the team event.

“Oh, what does she work as?” Fridolina enquired, leaving you to pause, thinking of a way to explain it.

“Um… the job title is a mouthful…” you murmured, seeing Jenni trying to withhold her laughter at how you were now on the spot, your teammates waiting for an answer. Leila quirked an eyebrow, wondering what you were hiding as she saw the look on Jenni’s face.

“She works in the sports industry.” Jenni saved you from embarrassment, yet Leila could not help her question as it left her mouth.

“You have met her?” Disbelief in her tone, Leila had become a close friend to you on the team, but she had yet to meet your partner.

“Yes, she is a really good looking woman." Jenni complimented herself, unbeknownst to everyone but you and her.

“And I’m not?” you deadpanned, catching the team off guard as you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no, you definitely are, you two look good together.” Jenni replied, seeing the amusement in your eyes as you smiled slightly.

“Gracias.”

“Jenni, they aren’t going to have a threesome with you!” Pere pointed out, taking a sledgehammer to the moment as you covered your mouth with your hand to stop laughing.

“Eh, I would not want that anyway, I don't like sharing.” Jenni maintained eye contact with you as she said that, making you playfully roll your eyes and reach for your drink.

“Will we meet her another time then?” the team innocently wondered as you sipped on your drink in thought.

“We will see, she’s quite busy, but maybe one day…” the conversation thankfully moved on to talk about someone else’s partner, even Alexia getting questions about her girlfriend.

Jenni glanced at you as you gently tapped the toe of your shoe into her ankle.

“You enjoyed watching that, didn’t you?”

“Oh I did, you didn't?” Jenni raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand to give you her full attention.

“They're going to want to meet my partner one day, you know that right? What am I supposed to do?” you resisted running your hands down your face, instead looking at the menu in front of you

“I'm sure we can figure that one out.” Jenni replied, looking over your menu until she was jabbed in the side by Alexia, who passed her her own menu with a slightly confused glare.

“And in the meantime?” you spoke more into the menu but Jenni heard, her smirk hidden by her own menu as she looked over the options.

“We have some fun.”

///

That fun went on throughout the pre-season into the regular season and championship games. Nobody realised that you and Jenni looked at each other more than friends.

You’d gotten into September when you were asked about your partner again, but you said the truth. Your partner was busy… truth be told, Jenni actually had to attend a photoshoot that day anyway, so you were not lying.

“I wasn’t lying… with what I said to Irene. You have that photoshoot in Madrid…” you pointed out as you ran your fingers through Jenni’s hair, the show on tv long forgotten as Jenni looked up from where she was laying with her head on your chest.

“Have you ever been to Madrid?”

Jenni smiled as an idea developed in her head when you shook your head.

“Only seen Barcelona, and when we visit places for away games, but we don’t see much of the places, you know?” your fingers ran through Jenni’s hair again, your eyes drifting over to the tv show, but several minutes and apparently a vital chunk of the plot had been missed, so you had no idea what was going on in the episode.

///

Jenni ended up taking you to Madrid on your joint day off, her excuse being she was visiting family, whilst yours was that you went with your partner, who had a business meeting there and you both wanted to see the Spanish capital.

///

Training had become an interesting affair, since you and your fellow defenders often worked with Jenni, and her fellow forwards. Leaving the extremes, as you had put it, to after training, the tension between you two was flavourful as both of you ended up at your place or Jenni’s.

You weren’t sure how nobody had spotted how you’d sometimes turn up at the training facility at the same time, but somehow they hadn’t noticed. You had a feeling Leila was suspecting something, but it was more about how she hadn’t met your partner, and how cagey you were being about it.

“Are you and your partner, okay?” Leila enquired, the two of you were sat having milkshakes, scrolling through your phones in comfortable silence.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we’re okay, she’s just, her schedule doesn’t work well with our football ones, mainly the events the team has… it’s hard to not be in public with her so much, but it’s not her fault, or mine.” You fumbled over your words, being careful with what you were saying as Leila gave you her full attention, nodding.

“How did Jenni meet her?”

“We were in a bar.” You played with the paper straw in your milkshake, hoping Leila didn’t ask for any more details, because you couldn’t be more detailed without fumbling, or lying to Leila. You weren’t lying to her, things were too complicated to explain.

///

October arrived, and the nominees were announced for the 2021 Ballon d’Or. The ceremony was at the end of next month, and several of your Barcelona teammates were on the list, including Jenni. It was Friday when the nominees were announced, with Barcelona playing an away game against Atlético Madrid the next day.

You couldn’t personally celebrate Jenni’s nomination with her in Madrid due to this, especially since you were not sharing a room with Jenni at the hotel, but you could sneakily text her as you laid in bed, Leila brushing her teeth in the bathroom as you rolled over under the hotel sheets.

Jenni was sharing with Alexia, so she had to be careful texting in case the Barcelona captain asked why Jenni was grinning at her phone so much, whilst Leila liked teasing you that you missed your partner since you were on your phone too much. Little did she know it was Jenni you referred to, and you two were only a few hotel rooms away, unable to be close to her.

You could feel Jenni’s eyes on you from the Barcelona bench, Leila was also on the bench this match, but you and some others had been rotated onto the starting XI, giving your other teammates a break this match.

You grinned at Mapi, who grinned back at you, both of you energised and ready for this match. Of course only Jenni knew where your pent up energy was coming from, having to try to hide her smirk as you kept Atlético Madrid on their toes.

“You slept well?” Jenni teased you on the way back to Barcelona, a rare moment where the two of you were out of earshot from the rest of your teammates.

“Dreaming of how to congratulate you on your nomination. My dream had you in less clothes though…” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at the forward before your coffee order was called out, and you went to retrieve it. Jenni’s eyes widened, glittering with excitement as she watched you walk away.

///

Lingering in the doorway, you watched as Jenni picked out her earrings for the occasion, smiling as she met your eyes in the mirror.

“You are drooling, bebé.” Jenni teased, laughing as you hurriedly wiped at your mouth, finding that you had in fact not drooled everywhere.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, folding your arms around your torso to stop yourself from wrinkling Jenni’s outfit by running your hands over it.

“No, I can’t. I know I’m hot.” Jenni smirked, walking over to you after double-checking her make-up for the event she was going to. You weren’t sure why she had decided to get ready at home, with a lack of makeup artists present, but it meant you got to see what she was going to wear. Compared to the Ballon d’Or ceremony, where you wouldn’t be able to see her, or her outfit.

“So cocky.” You held your arms tighter around yourself, gaze on the floor as you felt Jenni’s gaze on you, wearing your comfy clothing compared to her fancy event outfit.

“You love it though.” Jenni hooked her finger under your chin, guiding you to look her in the eye with a soft smile.

“I can’t deny that.” Your gaze slowly drifted up and down from her eyes to her shoes and back, biting your lip but your eyes glowed with admiration. She looked stunning.

“Can I kiss you, or will it ruin your make-up?” you were hesitant to even put your hands on Jenni, even as she cupped your face in her hands.

“A small one, okay?” Jenni bargained, seeing your pout as she pulled away quickly from the kiss.

“It’s too bad I don’t get to take this off of you.”

“Later, bebé, later. If you are still here when I come back?” Jenni tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow as you hummed in thought.

“I can entertain myself until you come back.” You moved to step out of the doorway but Jenni caught your wrist, raising an eyebrow at your comment.

“I was going to watch tv. Get your mind out of the gutter, hermosa.”

“Good. Don’t touch what is mine.”

“I’m not watching Prison Break.” You smirked, understanding what Jenni meant but the obliviousness wound her up, knowing she had to leave, “it’s too bad you can’t stay and watch, but you have your fancy event to go to.” You waved, picking up the tv remote to find something to watch.

“Don’t tempt me.” Jenni warned you, your eyebrow raised in challenge as you laid down on the couch.

“I suppose, I could just watch tv, then you can have a present when you get back, so we both win tonight.” You suggested, glancing at the clock, knowing Jenni needed to head out.

“I like the sound of that.”

“You should go, before you end up running late…” you pointed out, opening the tv guide to try to find a streaming service to watch from.

Jenni glanced at you before nodding and saying goodbye, her footsteps heading towards the door when she heard you hurrying after her.

Quickly kissing Jenni, the forward beamed as you nuzzled into her carefully, not wanting to ruin her outfit before the event.

Deep down, both of you wished that Jenni could stay, but she had to go to the event. The soft nuzzling Jenni received would turn into something completely different once she returned from the event later that night…

///

October and November passed more quickly than you realised, until it was almost December and there was talk about a winter dinner, or was it a party? You weren’t sure, but you had been asked if you’d be bringing your partner to it, but your mind was still in the gutter about Jenni’s outfit to the Ballon d’Or ceremony. Alexia had ended up winning, but Jenni ended up with a different award once she was back from Paris, especially since she had ended up coming second for the trophy.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Ingrid raised an eyebrow, Leila even waving her hand in front of your face but you were zoned out, face burning once you snapped out of your daydream and met their confused gazes.

“What were you daydreaming about?” Ingrid enquired, leaving you to nervously chuckle, not giving her or Leila an answer as you chugged on your water.

///

You had been running late to meet the team, getting distracted by Jenni’s lips and well, now you were running late, plus your car was still in the garage, so Jenni had to drive you.

Walking in together, your pinkie finger tangled with Jenni’s, the two of you wrapped up in your worlds until getting to the door. You held it open for Jenni, the two of you only separating as you walked in, not realising the team had seen you walk up together through the window.

///

“What happened to your partner?” Fridolina looked confused, but you could almost hear the thoughts in your teammates’ heads as you realised that the truth was out.

“She… Jenni is my partner... um?” you turned to Jenni nervously, looking at her with anxiety. Were you allowed to say that?

“I told you her partner is good looking.” Jenni casually teased the group, throwing her arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

“Wait, wait, when did this even happen?”

“You were talking about yourself?”

“Not too long ago, and yes, I was talking about, I’m surprised none of you realised before.” Jenni teased, but you gently poked her.

“Five months. We met the night before the first day of pre-season training.”

“Five months?” Jenni murmured, doing the maths in her head whilst you struggled to answer the next question.

“So when you said you moved here with your partner?”

“It wasn’t true, but I could not step forward and say I was the one turning their neck that shade.” Jenni almost had a proud smirk as she said that, whilst the others choked, remembering how it had looked like an animal had mauled you.

“It was more than their neck... wait that was you? They looked like they had been mauled by an animal!" Leila realised, her eyes widening as you snorted.

“I may have gotten carried away…” Jenni didn’t seem regretful in the slightest, continuing to speak, “but they did not complain, so they must have enjoyed it just as much, yes?” Jenni turned her gaze to where you were looking at her with wide eyes, wondering how much she was going to divulge with the team.

“Who asked who?”

“Uh…” you fumbled at Alexia’s question, seeing an amused glint in her eye as she looked between you and Jenni.

“I mean… I approached you in the bar?” you looked at Jenni, who took a moment to think then answer.

“Nobody really asked anyone? You approached for a hookup-”

“Are you two dating or just fuc-”

Mapi’s question was cut off as you turned to Jenni.

“I went to the bar because it was that or spend the evening unpacking all those boxes, but that was five months ago, and it’s clearly been more than a hook-up since then. So are we? Dating?” you explained yourself, seriousness in your tone for a moment.

“I am glad you did not go for the second option… and I thought we were already dating.” Jenni admitted, cupping your face with her hands and smiling when you nuzzled into them.

“I’m glad too, or my night would have been a lot less fun… just making sure I didn’t read this wrong, so does that mean we’ve been dating for five months or is there another benchmark? We got pizza and watched that movie at mine on the Friday after…”

“I agree, it was definitely the most fun that night could have been.” Jenni smirked, the memories in her head making her shift slightly in her chair.

“We did not need to know that…” Fridolina murmured, whilst Leila grimaced, “we saw them look like they got mauled by an animal, that is all we need to know about their sex lives.”

Leila grimaced even more when she saw the smirk on your face, the expression familiar from whenever you had been around Jenni.

“At least I know how to be discreet… if we say all those times were dates, then it’s about 5 months.” You concluded but Jenni let out a huff.

“Discreet? You almost got us caught on day two.”

“Let’s not traumatise Leila with those details.” You pointed out, but the look of alarm on Leila’s face implied you had already put your foot in it and done so, “too late…”

Jenni almost reached over to cover your mouth so you’d stop speaking, but she knew better, raising an eyebrow at your smirk, having figured out what she was about to do.

“What did you almost walk in on, Leila?”

“Trust me, she does not want to know.” Jenni interjected, leaving Leila looking at you with wide eyes, whilst you looked down at your hands, feeling slight shame for the way this conversation had gone.

You ended up apologising to Leila after, but your fellow defender whacked you playfully on the arm, pointing out that you were apologising for what she almost saw, not for what you had been doing in that moment.

You ended up going home with Jenni, who pointed out you had five months worth of anniversaries to celebrate in one night.

You woke up the next day to it being the afternoon, Jenni was half awake as you pulled the blanket over you both, her arm lazily over your exposed back as you shuffled closer, pressing kisses to her face.

“That was probably the best night we’ve had so far…”

“Better than the first?” you teased, Jenni’s hands running up and down your sides making you hum.

“By far. Although I was amazing that night too.”

You laughed at Jenni’s response, resting your forehead on her shoulder as you snuggled into her.

Your phone had lit up with messages later, ones from telling you that you and Jenni had to get a couples villa so nobody would hear you two in Ibiza, to discourse amongst themselves wondering how you and Jenni had failed to recognise each other, but it was Mapi who deadpanned that after a few drinks, there was clearly only one focus.

Apparently it had also explained why Jenni was so happy during pre-season, with Jana pointing out that you and Jenni had arrived to training together more than once. Leila defended you, adding that your car had been in the garage since mid-November, since she had been the one to pick you up from the garage, but nobody on the team had seen the signs that Jenni was your partner, even when neither you nor Jenni had been that secretive.

Jenni had said your partner worked in sport, which was what Jenni did. Jenni had also called herself good looking, which Mapi pointed out with an eye-roll emoji. Alexia had even been questioned, but all Jenni’s ex had said was what was the truth. Jenni was happy, and Leila added onto it, saying you were happy too.

That was all that mattered. You and Jenni were happy.

“Hey-” you let out a whine as Jenni gently nudged your phone from your hand, replacing it back on the bedside table before she began to press her lips to your bare spine. An appreciative hum vibrated through your body as you turned your head to look at her.

“Te amo…” finally admitting something you knew back when Leila had asked you about how you and your partner were doing when getting milkshakes.

Jenni smiled as she shuffled up the bed, continuing to press kisses up your spine until she reached the back of your neck, burying her face in it with a soft sigh.

“Yo también te amo, bebé…” Jenni admitted she loved you too, smiling as you rolled onto your back, pressing your lips to hers.

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It's you and I

Abby Gerhard x fem!reader

On the way to Abby's house, Gabrielle (my character) spots her girlfriend and Carol on the porch, sharing a too intimate moment. How will she react?

fluff and angst with happy ending

As I stand there, in trance, I'm completely lost. My head spins and my heart aches painfully. I've never been certain of anything in my life, and I'd lie if I said I knew from the beginning what I was doing. But that sentiment, damn it, that one, I could have sworn was real. I can't keep my eyes on the scene too long; it's only been one second, maybe two, yet it hurts unbearably so. I don't realize I'm crying until I feel my own hot tears slide down my cheeks and wet my lips. My fingers drop the little gift that I personally wrapped for her. I'm frozen in place just few meters away from Abby's porch, where she stands, both her and Carol. That night, we should have spent it together.

A sob escapes my mouth and at the same time, my legs turn weak and I bend my suddenly sandy knees. I don't want to stay there, yet I can't move yet. I refuse to see what else is happening between the two women so I keep my gaze on the soil under my knees. All I can hear are their muffled voices, then silence again. The engine of a car starts and I presume it's Carol's. I wonder if Abby is leaving with her. Would she really do something so awful to me? The headlights illuminate the garden path, and it's maybe with that glow in the dark that Abby sees me. I don't need to look up at her to feel her gaze upon me. When she calls my name, I remain quiet. I hear her delicate footsteps coming at me, but she keeps up the pace as I continue to ignore her.

"Gabrielle, sweetheart, what happened?" I can't believe she is really asking me this question. As if it couldn't go worse than that. Does she really believes I haven't seen a thing? She places a hand upon my shoulder but I shake it off as if I had been burned. Her eyes too well up with tears at that point. She is devastated and confused but so am I. Like mine, her knees bend and she crouches in front of me. "Sweetheart, please, tell me what you saw..." her voice comes out shaky and insecure. There is a certain urgency in her tone now. Mortification even. Well, at least she is guilty, or maybe she is only putting on a show. How can I know at this point? For a brief moment she acknowledges the small package left on the ground. On top of it a red envelope written with a very fine calligraphy bores her name above the seal.

"I can't believe you want me to repeat what you did," my voice comes sharp, I've never heard myself speak this way. It doesn't even sound like me. When I finally look up at her I barely see her. I have so many tears welled up in my eyes that I struggle to bring into focus past my nose. Everything around me is blurred and unclear, as if I am trapped into a dream. A nightmare. Abby bites her bottom like and shakes her head slowly, "you've seen us.." realization hits her like a running train. Her face looses color at once. I say nothing, and her heart breaks at the distance I've put between us already. "No, no, it's not like that. Oh Jesus— it's not," I notice she is having a hard time trying to explain herself. Maybe because there are no excuses to justify what happened. I exhale shakily, my limbs trembling, "I thought things between us were going fine," a bitter smile appears on my face, "great even," I voice sadly.

"Listen, I know what it looked like, but I swear to you, it was just a big, terrible misunderstanding. Carol—" she freezes when I start chuckling lowly. It seems that I'm amused by the entire situation but the truth is that that laugh hurts like a roundup of knife wounds in the chest. "I could never compete with her, that's the truth." I reason partly resigned. Abby's frown grows deeper as she looks at the way my face crunches up and sheds tears with no control. She keeps shaking her head, she repeats over and over that I'm wrong, that Carol means nothing to her, that she can't even begin to compare to me and to what we have carefully build together. I mumble a bit spaced out, "she is so beautiful, self-confident, it's with her you feel safe with. It never was me, although I sure hoped to be. I was just.. a rebound thing for when she wasn't around."

I can't believe I found the bravery to say these things but I'm hurt beyond words and I don't know how to cope. Abby scoffs between tears, I can see it in her eyes, she is outraged by what I've just dared to spill. I don't believe it, not completely at least. Her cheekbones turn scarlet, both in exasperation and fear. "You stop it!" Her nostrils flare, suddenly it looks hard for her to breathe properly. She shakes like an orange autumn leaf. "None of this is true. Do you hear me?", she angrily wipes her tears, her lip quivers as well as her voice, that comes out in a stuttering mess, "how can you think such an awful thing? How can you even say that?"

She reaches out to touch my forehead, and this time I let her fingers linger on my skin. "Carol and I are nothing," I want to believe her, but after what I saw, it's so hard. I inhale sharply, "Please, just—" I trail off, "don't touch me," she can't believe it. She doesn't accept my distance. I can tell by the rigidity her back assumes, by the way her eyes tighten and her breathing gets heavier and louder, "no, now you listen to me," stubborn as ever, Abby Gerhard hardly ever lets herself be tamed. I wonder why she is crying so desperately. What did she hope to achieve? Spend time with me on odd-numbered days and have fun with Carol on even ones? Or maybe have both and get away with it thinking I'd never find out?

I crack a thin smile, and her fingers tighten around my arm with much force, "she kissed me and I pushed her away the second she did that," I frown as I consider the option. She sniffles and waits for a sign, a nod of hope from my part that yet struggles to come. She tilts her head to meet my downcast eyes. She lifts my chin when I stubbornly avoid her orbs, "I told her it was wrong, that my heart belongs to another person and that's been this way for way too long that it is impossible for me to ignore it. Do you understand that, Gabs? I rejected her because I only love you and that's not going to change." I softly wipe my tears. She comes closer and when she does, her sweet perfume inebriates and weakens my senses. It's so good, I tell her often. She knows that's my favorite fragrance.

I remember of the cozy afternoons we spend together, sitting on the living room floor, as we smoke from the same cigarette and at the same time, sharing soft and sloppy kisses. I've never been a smoker myself and she knows, I only do it to have the sensation of kissing her lips from the cig too. Call me crazy, but that's what love feels like for me. I also remember when we play dumb and silly, we make faces to see who can make the other laugh first, or when she poses like a movie star and I pretend to be her personal photographer, holding my hands as if they were a camera. The slow dances under the moonlight. The conversations about life. Our life. Didn't that mean anything at all to her, considering to me it meant everything?

"Look at me, Gabrielle," she pleads. I grit my teeth in return. She groans painfully as I keep resisting her. I want to believe her with all my being. I'd be willing to smash my head against the wall in the hope to forget what I saw to grant us another chance. Because I love her and love makes people do the most questionable choices. "Gabrielle now stop it, and look at me!" she is mad, angry tears slide down her cheeks and neck. Her eyes are puffy and red, and lightly squinted as if it hurt to keep them open. "Look at me in the eyes and tell me I'm lying to you!" I tighten my hands into fists so strongly that I pierce my palms with my nails. How dare she? She infuriates me because I know what I saw. Carol's hands around Abby's waist while she kissed her. While Carol kissed her... Abby kissed back, right?

I look up at her as she asked because despite everything I struggle to deny her whatever she asks for. She clings to my clothes and pulls me against her a tiny bit possessively, but I recognize the behavior as desperate most of all. "Carol came to me, she was devastated about the question of the divorce, the custody of Rindy, and also about the way she treated Therese. You recall of Therese, right?" I nod absentmindedly. She was just another young, naive girl deceived by an older one. Well she was way younger than me, only nineteen if I'm not mistaken, and the fact that Carol was probably her first love, doesn't make it any better. "She used that girl only to come back to you. Isn't it?", Abby would have gladly slapped me in the face for that assumption, yet she didn't. It makes me falter because maybe I'm getting it all wrong. "That's bullshit, bloody hell. And I goddamn love you! And Carol loves Therese!" Her hysterical cry makes me sit upright and I frown, feeling both wrong and guilty. What if I'm only a ruthless monster breaking her heart for getting it all wrong?

"Abby...", I voice softly, tempted to reach out to cup her cheek. I love her. I'll always do. I was stupid to think that hurting her would make me feel better. Spitting those venomous words is only increasing my pain. She hiccups and shakes her head feeling helpless, "Carol told me she feared that Therese might never forgive her for all the things she put her through. She loves her so much, she never felt this way before. Not even with me. In a moment of weakness, while she realized I could be the only person to understand her struggle, she... she just kissed me. But she didn't mean to. She kissed me because she fears the possibility of being left alone." I can see the guilt in her eyes and the small resentment in regards of Carol for having caused all of this.

I nibble on my bottom lip as I ponder on her words. How could I be so blind? That's my Abby, not some stranger I've just met up in a bar. I feel it in my soul, that she isn't lying to me. In her heart I always knew there would be a place for Carol, and I accepted that when we met. But what I still have to learn is that the place I'm referring to has nothing romantic in it. Abby and Carol grew up together, they experimented love, and fell out of it. Why was it so hard for me to understand? I had the chance to meet Carol, I knew she wasn't a bad person. But, goddamnit, if I hated her right now.

Abby reaches out to cup my face as if she could listen my thoughts loud and clear. "She apologized as soon as she realized what she did," her voice is a bit steadier, her forehead rests upon mine in a gentle, sweet cuddle I was craving so much. I breathe slowly, but I still feel my heart thrum loud and painful in my ears. Her fingertips brush against my damp and heated cheeks while her brown orbs dive into mine with nothing but love and understanding. I nod and for the first time, finally I offer her a kind and relieved smile. She reciprocates it, "Carol spent the last two months pretending to be who she isn't. She ignored There's calls because she didn't want to risk to never see her daughter again. You and I...," she strokes my hair, pushing some wavy locks behind my ears, "you and I are what Carol and I never were." There is so much honestly in her tone, I feel suddenly unworthy of this immense gift.

I let out a watery chuckle, as I shake my head in thought, "I never knew what I wanted from life," I reach out to touch her thigh and she smiles at the contact I'm finally granting her, "but when I met you, it felt like the skies opened up to me and showed all the things I could be thanks to you," Abby's lip wobbles and her eyelashes tremble under the weight of her big tears. However, hope veils them too. She takes her hand in mine and proceeds on kissing my knuckles one by one. I continue with a smile, "I'm born again with you Abby and I never want to lose this," I confess between guilty sobs and tears. When she pulls me closer, my heart melts to the rhythm of her light kisses. I moan softly when she places her mouth to cover mine to both hush me and soothe me. "if I see Carol again that close to you, Lord help me..." I mutter jokingly into her mouth and she chuckles heartily, nodding her head, "I'll help you," she hums and racks her fingertips through my hair.

"So you believe me?", when I place a hand upon her chest I feel her heart drumming madly. I nod and I apologize for the way I reacted. "I love you too much not to believe every word you say," I mutter and she wraps her arms around my neck, "even if sometimes I act tough, you know that I just...", "all mushy mushy and a big softie.", she teases adorably. I groan since that's not exactly what I wanted to say but I let it pass. She giggles again. Then she guides me to rest my head over her chest as we silently recover from bittersweet rollercoaster we just endured. Again, her perfume sends me to heaven. "I'd forgive you anything," I mutter to myself. But Abby hears me. She plants little kisses all over the crown of my head affectionately while she holds me, "I'd rather die than hurting you in any way," I look up at her to give her a smile.

"Same for me. Please forgive me. I was rash and unfair to you. I should have listened to your side of the story sooner and without much of a fuss." But she shakes her head, as to let me know that everything is fine. "What else could you think? It's not your fault." I nod. Then I avert my gaze towards that little gift bought for her. And I pout because the once shiny beautiful red paper is now soiled and brownish. I pick it up, examining it carefully, "I got you that... as early Christmas present but now, it's all ruined... Maybe I have time to change it and wrap it up all over again?", Abby places her fingers upon my lips to shush me. A playful grin appears on her features, while she does so. "Ah-ah, I want this. Perfect the way it is." I roll my eyes, but I don't argue with her considering the gift inside is probably still intact.

"You're so thoroughly stubborn, Abby Gerhard," I mutter in the best British accent I can perform, and she too enters in the part. Another thing we do is to pretend to be members of the upper English class just because we do it so well and it's incredibly funny. She clears her throat and pursues her lips funnily. One eyebrow majestically raised, "and also thoroughly and hopelessly in love with you, lady Gabrielle."

#abby gerhard #sarah paulson x reader #abby gerhard x reader #fem reader #carol x abby #sarah paulson #sarah paulson images #fluff and angst #happy ending

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upsidedog · 2 years ago

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i would love so much for the parents of stranger things, besides joyce and hopper, to get some elaboration on how they feel about their kids clearly having trauma from a series of events mostly unknown to them.

like does charles notice that after the fourth of july he and lucas have the same reaction to fireworks? for a moment he questions if ptsd, or whatever the shrink he was forced to visit after being discharged from the military called it, could be passed down genetically, no, of course not. he was in that mall fire, or maybe he just saw it? neither of the kids had given him any details, he and sue agreed to let them speak about it on their own time, even though their own time is starting to feel like never. and charles can let erica sleep in sue and his bed and he can give lucas advice on how to deal with the fireworks, but any deeper conversations and the kids are “fine” - they’re always fine. sue mentions therapy, charles scoffs at the suggestion, therapy would imply something’s wrong, that he did something wrong, that he didn’t follow all the rules, read all the parenting books, try his best but still fall short to things both in and out of his control. so lucas tears up and hugs him for “no particular reason” sometimes, erica still makes him check for monsters in the closet. kids can be strange, his kids are strange, but also his favorite people ever, so he’ll take his wins where he can.

after they move to forest hills does susan apologize for not being more present? yes, max says it’s fine, it’s not. susan wants to pull herself apart for her behavior, she tells herself she’ll do better tomorrow, she won’t. she’ll have max rest her head in her lap while they watch murder she wrote and find the time to braid her hair before school, but she can’t change the past or justify her failings or take away max’s pain. she can’t even talk about neil or billy. how does she explain that she desperately misses the worst man she’s ever met? or at least the moments where he was apologizing for something she probably should have left him for. and billy, no, yeah, billy... when susan schedules max to see the school counselor max accuses her of pawning off her problems to a stranger, yes, not that she thinks therapy would be useless for her. she thinks about how after the night max snuck out she anxiously confided in neil that something was wrong with max, something happened. he laughed at her, “that’s just what max is like,” oh right, she doesn’t know her own daughter, the man barely acknowledges when she enters or exits the home unless it’s an excuse to get angry, knows her daughter better than her, that’s just what she’s like. yeah, sorry, right, this is what it’s always been like.

after dustin’s good friend’s brother dies does claudia offer any support? maybe too much. she smothers dustin with love the same way she did when will went missing, the way she always has, dustin waves it away, billy was a dick, it doesn’t matter. claudia brings a lasagna to the hargroves, max’s grumpy step-dad slams the door in her face and dustin blows a gasket when he hears. suddenly unconditional love isn’t feeling like enough. dustin cries in her arms, when she asks what’s wrong he tells her that he isn’t allowed to say. what a perfect way to make every possible fear rush through her head. later he says it’s bullying, kids at school are mean and there isn’t anything she can do about it. she decides to believe him. hugs and home cooking don’t work like they used to but she tries, keeps engaging in his interests and checking in on him. She wouldn’t be herself if she stopped trying, even as the meltdowns increase in frequency and severity, his attitude becomes more sour, everything seems to be going wrong, she preserves.

when mike slams his door for the fifth time in a single week does ted change his technique for connecting with his son? no. what technique? that’s his wife’s job, not his.

#stranger things #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lumax #byler #<- ships r just target audiences srry #charles sinclair #sue sinclair #susan hargrove #susan mayfield #claudia henderson #ted wheeler #karen wheeler #if you think i’m excusing anybody’s actions by empathizing with or contextualizing them ur wrong #i think susan has failed as a parent but i also emphasize w her deeply #nuance nuance nuance

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A Brief Respite

CW: Some act III spoilers

TW: None, it’s all fluff.

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Tavya collapsed on her cot in the Elfsong tavern, her head buried in the pillow. With all the goings on in the city, Halsin had once again insisted they stay at the inn, to make it simpler for them to travel around. He may not have enjoyed the city much, but he was willing to put up with it for Tavya and the others.

The past few days had been a whirlwind of quests and fights, desperately trying to finish the final preparations they needed to take on the Elder Brain, along with everything else that threatened her companions.

After a long and difficult fight through Wyrm’s rock fortress, they had succeeded in securing the third and final Netherstone.

Gortash was dead, slain by Karlach’s hand.

As much as it had been earned, Karlach didn’t feel justified. If anything, she felt more unsatisfied.

“Gortash is dead, and he’s no sorrier for it than he was before.”

She had taken off back to camp after that, after Tav had told her what she was feeling was valid, and she had every right to still be angry.

Karlach admitted to being afraid. After all, she was still going to die unless she returned to Avernus. Tav had promised she would be there for her, no matter what she decided. She hoped and prayed Karlach would go back to the Hells. At least until a cure for her overactive infernal engine was found.

But none of that could happen until they had defeated the Elder Brain.

They had a good idea where it was, somewhere in the undercity near the Bhaalite temple. They had come to the consensus that a much needed rest and resupply was needed before taking any further action.

Tav sighed heavily.

“Sylvanus save us. . . This has been so hard.”

Tav felt a presence weigh down the mattress next to her and groaned as a gentle hand began to rub her back.

“Are you well, my heart?”

Tavya turned her head to look up at him. “I’m exhausted, Halsin. . . Both in mind and body,” she turned on her side and looked up at the Druid, as his kind eyes and smile brought the warmth back into her chest.

Halsin rested his large hand on her hip and absentmindedly rubbed the cloth of her breeches. “Anything I can do to aid you?” He asked.

Tav rested her hand on top of his. “What you are doing now is more than enough,” she said, trying to give him a reassuring smile.

“Still, I feel I should be doing more,” Halsin shifted his body and laid down facing her, his arm draped over her waist as he pulled her close.

Tav snuggled into his chest. “This is just fine,” she said, taking in deep breaths. “I just need to recenter myself after the past few days, and you have always aided me in that, whether you knew it or not.”

Halsin pressed a kiss to her forehead as she moved closer, her own arm resting on his rib cage.

“Very well, then.” Halsin rubbed her back as Tavya began to relax more, melting into him as she fell into a meditation. “Wherever you need me,”

Tavya rose from her meditation a few hours later when the door to their large shared room shut loudly. She sat up, reaching for the dagger she kept hidden between the headboard and the mattress.

“Oh, sorry Mama T, I didn’t mean to wake you,”

It was Karlach, a little wobbly on her legs as she had probably had too much to drink downstairs. Tavya sheathed the dagger and sat up, rubbing at her eyes.

“It’s alright, Karlach. I should get up anyways,”

Karlach nodded and trudged over to her bunk where she sat down heavily, grabbing a tattered teddy bear and hugging it close to her chest, hiding her chin in the top of its head.

Tavya glanced around. Halsin must have gone out for supplies while she rested. She stood up and came over to her tiefling companion.

“How are you?” She asked, sitting down next to her.

Karlach sighed heavily. “I don’t know. . . I don’t want to go back to Avernus, but I don’t want to die either.” She looked down at Tav. “What do I do? Tell me what I should do.”

Tav found herself at a loss for words. She reached an arm around Karlach’s shoulders and rubbed her back gently.

“I cannot tell you what to do. . . I can’t even imagine what you are going through,” she said softly, as Karlach sniffed and rubbed at her nose. “But know that whatever you choose, I will help you in any way that I can.”

Karlach nodded her head as she turned and buried her face into Tav’s shoulder. She began shaking as Tav realized she had begun to sob uncontrollably.

“I don’t want to go. . . I don’t want to die. . . I finally got out of the hells, and the only chance I have at life is to fucking go back!” Karlach gasped out, clutching onto Tav’s shirt.

Tavya pulled Karlach into her arms and held her close. “Shh, Karlach, it’s alright. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” she soothed, still rubbing her back.

She thought about trying to convince Karlach to return to Avernus again, but the poor tiefling had already been through enough that day. Tavya did the only thing she knew how to do.

Tavya gently kissed Karlach’s forehead and began to hum a lullaby, hoping it would calm Karlach down a little. She gently rocked back and forth as she sang;

Though the night is long,

Fear not, fear not, my child,

Though the night is dark,

Fear not, fear not, my dear,

Though the monsters prowl,

Fear not, fear not, my love,

For I am here, I am always here.

The long night is ending,

Can you see, my child?

See the day is dawning?

Can you see, my dear?

The monsters fear the light,

They crawl back into the night,

Fear not, fear not, my love,

For I am here, I am here.

Karlach clutched the front of Tavya’s shirt as she listened to the lullaby. After a moment of sniffing and regaining her breath, she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“That’s a pretty song. . what’s it from?” she asked

“It’s a lullaby I used to sing to my daughter,” Tavya replied.

“Whoa, you have a kid? Where are they? Are they in the city?” Karlach’s eyes were wide in excitement at possibly meeting one of her best friend’s family.

Tavya shook her head sadly.

“Oh. . Oh gods, I’m sorry.” Karlach looked down at her hands. “Can I ask what happened to them?”

Tavya took in her own shaky breath. “They, uh.” she fiddled with the chain around her neck. “We were in the city when the Nautoloid attacked. We were all taken. . . They didn’t survive the crash.”

“All?”

“My husband, and my daughter were with me.”

Karlach’s eyes dimmed as the realization hit her. “Oh my gods. . . I never knew that! I’m so sorry,” she said, shaking her head in amazement. “How in the hells did you keep going? Losing my family like that would have crushed me.”

Tavya grasped Karlach’s hands. “For a while there, distracting myself with everyone else’s problems was the only thing keeping me sane.” she admitted. “Getting through the Underdark to Moonrise; aiding Halsin in his quest to find Thaniel; delving into the Undercity to help Jaheira find Minsc; I did it all to keep the grief from my mind. . . But all of that–It’s in the past. I know now that they would not want me to grieve: My purpose is here.” She gazed into Karlach’s fiery eyes. “As is yours.”

Karlach gulped and looked at her hands in Tav’s. “I still don’t know what to do.” she said softly.

Tavya moved a hand up to tip Karlach’s chin so she would look at her again. “As your friend, I can only say that I support whatever decision you make,” she began, squeezing Karlach’s other hand. “But as a mother. . . Don’t give up. . . Don’t you ever give up.”

Tavya gulped down the lump in her own throat as Karlach threw her arms around her again.

“I won’t, Mama T. . . I won’t,” she said.

Tavya gave Karlach a squeeze, but remained in the embrace. Karlach needed her, and she was here for as long as was necessary.

“Can you sing that song again?” Karlach asked.

Tavya smiled. “Of course. Whatever you need,”

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Karlach was snoring soundly, her head in Tavya’s lap and a blanket draped over her, when Halsin returned with Gale from their supply run. Tavya looked up from where she smoothed Karlach’s hair and smiled softly.

“She had a rough day,” she whispered, as Halsin came over to give her a kiss.

“She’s in good hands,” Halsin leaned over and pressed his forehead against Tav’s before moving to where the camp supply chest was to unload. “Let me know if you need anything,”

“Of course, love,”

It was around a half hour later when Karlach stirred and muttered in her sleep She rolled over suddenly onto her back, jabbing Tavya in the gut with her horn.

Tav stifled a yelp before slowly easing out from under Karlach, gently placing a pillow beneath her head. She rubbed at her stomach for a moment before tucking Clive under Karlach’s arm and kissing her temple.

“Sleep well, love. We’re watching over you,” she said quietly.

Tav stood up straight and took in a deep breath. She glanced over at Halsin and Gale as they discussed whether to make something for dinner, or to grab something from the pub beneath.

Tavya smiled softly as she made her way over to them, joining in on the discussion.

They would all watch out for each other. . . .

#baldurs gate tav #baldur’s gate fanfiction #fanfic #my tav #bg3 halsin #halsin x tav #baldurs gate 3 #character art #i might be obsessed #illustration #karlach #Karlach and tav

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