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Hi!! Could you please do Vanessa Ives x fem reader with some angst?? 💗💗
A Little bit Broken- Vanessa Ives
A/N: Hey, I hope this is close enough to what you wanted, there wasn’t much to go off of aside from the angst so I took some creative liberties.
Warning(s): Alluding to smut.
I hadn’t wanted to believe that Vanessa had fallen so quickly and irreversibly into despair but when the proofs staring right back at you, there’s not much of an argument you can muster to try and convince yourself otherwise.
I’d tried to leave her be, to give her time and space. Even though my heart and mind kept fighting against my decision, I loved her and I would do anything for her even if it meant leaving her for some time.
Yet when I’d received a private letter from Mr Lyles and he’d told me of the state of Vanessa, I couldn’t believe, I didn’t want to believe it but deep I knew what the letter contained was true and it had broken me leaving me in tears.
I’d only received the letter an hour ago in the late evening, it was now terribly late and dark but I couldn’t wait until the morning to see her and to hold and make sure she was safe.
I had to force my way through the back door the kitchen, it had been stuck and the handle would barely move. At the time I couldn’t tell whether the door had been locked or whether it had some how sealed itself shut in the two weeks that I’d left Vanessa to herself.
Now I stood bare the stairwell, I’d just walked through the living room that had letters and papers scattered across floor and dust had seemed to be as common in the as oxygen.
Looking at the hallway and the grand stairs, things didn’t look anymore promising. The floor no longer held a clean sheen of polish or its dark mahogany colour, instead it was almost black with some sort of dirt and dust, everything seemed to be in a desperate need of care.
But that was all beside the point, I wasn’t hear to worry about the state of the house or it’s decor, my mine and only concern was the woman that I knew would be hiding upstairs in her room, hiding herself away from the world.
It took me a minute to gather the strength I knew I would need to be able to face her. What had become in the weeks I’d left her alone, had she been eating? Drinking? Sleeping? I knew I wasn’t going to get the answers to any of those questions, until I braved the stairs upwards.
And so I did, lifting the skirts of my dress I took one step at a time, not to certain of the security of the stairs, considering the state of the rest of the house, I knew it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.
Once I’d made it to the top of the stairs I began to walk down the darkened hallway that I’d mesmerised by heart, my final destination being the last room at the end of it.
At first I walked at a somewhat cautious and silent pace, not wanting to alarm the ravenette I knew was here.
“Vanessa!” I called out to the silence of the corridor, a few seconds past and no reply came but then I heard a loud bang and then crash and sound of shattered glass penetrated my senses and I didn’t even have to think twice before break out into a sprint to her room.
It didn’t even take me ten seconds to reach the end of the corridor and into Vanessa room, to where I heard the shattered glass. My eyes darted quickly around the room and then they landed on their target.
She was there, disheveled but alive and suddenly a wave of relief washed over me, and as my face broke out into a wide smile and my eyes began to water with tears, I took a step forward to run to her and embrace her.
But then I stopped myself, my eyes quickly caught the glimpse of shattered glass that was lying on the floor next to the writing desk Vanessa was sat at.
I might have scared her when I called and she must have accidentally knocked the gas lamp off her desk and it must have smashed upon impact.
“Vanessa I…” I began to say but then I stopped myself when she looked at me, her eyes locking with mine and their usual bright blue that always seemed as if they were sapphires, were now a dull version of what they once were, clouded and glassed over and I almost struggled to read her expression.
“What are you doing here?” She’d spoken to me but her voice was almost lifeless, almost bleak sounding and my heart broke at not only the tone of her voice but also the question she’d asked me.
It was so blatant and sharp, did she not want me here? Had I don’t something wrong? My mind began to reel with all these questions and suddenly an anger I didn’t know I had began to let itself loose.
“What am I doing here? What do you mean what am I doing here? I’m here for you!” I started to shout, I didn’t want and I’m not sure where it came from but suddenly I was angry and upset all at once.
“I didn’t ask you to be here,” she responded back, her voice colder than before, louder and almost steel like.
She continued to stare at me, only now she was getting up from her seat at her writing desk. She wasn’t wearing an awful lot, just a simple black, almost sleeveless dress. And then some of questions began to be answered.
I could quickly see she hadn’t been eating properly, she hadn’t been starving herself, from what I can see but she’d certainly lost some weight. Her face was a little more hollowed and her hair didn’t seem to have been brushed in several days and suddenly that anger I had was stunning into a rage but it was a caring rage.
“You didn’t have to, I got a letter of Lyles and ran out of my home as quickly as I could.” I began to explain the bite was still in my voice. “I was hoping what he said wasn’t true, that you weren’t letting your self perish in a hellhole, it seems my hope was stupid.”
I stood closer to her, now only a foot or two away. There were so many things I wanted to do, I wanted to scream and shout her for what she’d done to herself, I wanted to take her downstairs and make her eat a proper meal but then I wanted to pour her an nice bath and sit with her and wash her hair and just take of her.
“What did you expect!” She shouted and screamed at me and suddenly I wanted to jump out of my skin and walk away. I’d never heard her about like this before and it scared me, more so than the demons and witches that had plagued us for so long.
“Everyone’s gone, Ethan’s off to the American gallows, Malcolm’s burying his dead children and you were tortured and almost killed and it’s all my fault!” She screamed again and suddenly tears were falling quickly down her cheeks and she began to shake in her spot standing on the floor.
All of it was true, Ethan had been shipped, Malcolm was burying his dead sun and I had almost died but none of that was Vanessa’s fault. We’d all made our own choices and we new that going into this, she couldn’t and shouldn’t blame herself.
“How is any of it your fault? We all made our choices Van and we chose to stand by you, at least I did, I love you!” She knew I loved and she exactly how much and the. Suddenly the tears became less and her eyes darkened and suddenly she was running towards me.
Her lips crashed upon mine and suddenly I was kissing her back. Her normally soft lips were now harsh and rough and I couldn’t tell whether this was out of passion, anger, lust or a mix of all three.
Then before I could understand it, I had accepted it and soon we were pulling each other free of the clothes that confined us both.
Though as Vanessa was trying to get my corset off, I stopped her movements and looked at her. “Why now?”
“I’ve missed you and I can’t bare the thought of not being near you for a moment longer.” It was a simple answer but it was good enough for me and as such I allowed her to continue unlacing my corset and soon we were spending the rest of the night together entertained in each others bodies, enjoying the intimacy of one another.
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Romantic Roulette
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Football Player!Ellie x Classy fem!reader
Synopsis: Ellie, the charismatic star and team captain of the school's football team, finds herself entangled in a daring bet with her teammates. When challenged to win the affection of someone who is deemed to be "out of her league", - you, the one who everyone thinks is straight and seemingly Ellie's complete opposite - Ellie takes the wager with a huge confidence.
As Ellie made her way to pursue you, she soon realized that breaking your walls is no easy task. Unexpectedly, the more Ellie gets to know you, the more she finds your genuine charm and personality. Amid the game, Ellie discovers that her heart is no longer in it for the bet but for a chance at something real.
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Romantic Roulette
Ellie Willams, one of the school’s most famous girls. Not only because she’s the football captain and has been distinguished as the best player in the nationals game, but because she has the looks that make every single girl drop down on their knees and worship her.
It’s good, really. She loved the fame, the attention, and the girls that came with it. You can always see Ellie in different clubs, partying her ass out, not caring about the school tomorrow. She was always the center of attention in there, and you could spot her, always in the middle, with a ring of girls encircling her, wanting to even get a chance to just touch her hair or even her tattooed arm which everyone adores.
Ellie always finds herself with different girls in her bed every single night. But she liked to think that it wasn’t her fault when they started catching feelings for her. Because, hey, she just wanted to have a good time, and she doesn’t really fully believe in some bullshit everyone calls love. She saw it as a waste of time, and thus she doesn’t even bother to commit to a relationship.
Every girl flocked around her feet, wanting even to get a taste of her body, and Ellie wasn’t a saint to decline them. They wanted to please her, and who was she not to agree to that? She doesn’t even bother asking for their name because she knows that she will just forget about it by the time they are in bed. Ellie always has someone who she calls whenever she felt horny, and they would oblige immediately no matter what day or hour is it. And that’s one of the many perks that she loved about being herself.
The locker room was loud as hell after their practice. Everyone was buzzed and energetic amidst the hot weather. Different conversations were emerging as the players were catching up with each other.
Ellie walked out of the shower and everyone’s attention was already with her. Wearing her sports bra and grey pajamas, Ellie laughed as she heard someone talking about a funny incident last night. She sat down in one of the chairs inside while drying her auburn hair with a towel.
“Fuck it, man. You just swooped in and got to bed Atasha that fast?” Riley asked.
Ellie laughed loudly. “Sorry, dude, she’s practically begging for me all night while we’re at the club. It’s pathetic.”
“Damn, I was talking to her all night and she just immediately stood up when she saw you.” Riley shook her head, feigning her sadness.
“Sorry, dude. You should’ve seen her bouncing at my cock last night. She moans like a fucking chicken.” Ellie stood up, picked up her hoodie, and immediately wore it. Everyone hollered at her joke. Riley playfully smacked her in her arms. Ellie looked at her watch and groaned. “Ah, I still fucking have a history class.”
“Man, be thankful that Mrs. Garcia was your professor. Her tits are spilling out every time she bends over to pick up something in her bag.” Vanessa rolled her eyes before playfully moaning.
Ellie laughed again. “Sorry, dude, I was too busy looking at my seatmate.”
One of her teammates, Alex, went near them, engaging herself in the conversation after she was done showering. “Who?” She asked, drying her arms with a towel.
“You probably don’t know her but her name’s y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.” Ellie answered before gathering her messenger bag and her bottled water. Honestly, Ellie doesn’t even know how she remembered your name. She doesn’t even talk to you in or outside the class that much. She can probably count on her two hands how many interactions you two had for the semester. There’s just something about you that Ellie can’t wrap her fingers. She can’t explain how much you attracted her.
The whole team fell silent and stole glances with each other before bursting out in laughter. This made Ellie look at them with a curious stare. Both of her brows rose, as she watched them holler, completely clueless.
“What’s so funny?” Ellie crinkled her nose.
“Well, first off, we know her. She’s like everyone’s dream girl, dude. But you can’t take her out. You’re not her type.” Alex smirked.
Ellie looked at her with an offended stare. “What do you mean I’m not her type? I’m everyone’s type.”
“Apparently, not for her. You don’t even know if she’s gay.” Alex argued.
“Everyone’s gay for me.”
“Then try flirting with her, I’m telling you it won’t work. She’s way out of your reach.”
“Dude,” Ellie chuckled, “No one is out of my reach. Wanna bet?” Ellie smirked, pulling up her wallet and raising it before Alex’s face. Everyone said a loud and long ‘ooh’ in unison.
Alex smiled back at her, “Ten dollars?”
“Make it twenty if I kissed her.”
“Fifty… if you can take her to the bed. But if you can’t, then owe me those fifty dollars.”
Ellie laughed. “You think I can’t do that?” She traced the inside of her mouth with the tip of her tongue. “Fine. I’m in.” Ellie accepted the challenge.
To start, Ellie doesn’t know much about you. Only that you loved listening to Mrs. Garcia’s boring history lessons, asking so many questions about the topic, and attentively writing down everything the professor said. This is why you’re her favorite student. And also, you loved to wear those classy vintage dresses and you’re also polite as fuck. You’re the opposite of the girls that Ellie loved hooking up with. To be honest, you’re nowhere near Ellie’s type of girl but something about you that makes her drawn to your energy like she’s a moth to the fire – you.
You’re not the type of person who would go having meaningless sex, and Ellie somewhat predicted it. Besides, her whole team was convinced that you wouldn’t budge, nor break down your defenses to Ellie. Because firstly, they believed that you’re straight.
Yeah, believed.
Because Ellie wasn’t nearly convinced that you wouldn’t throw yourself at her feet. That you wouldn’t scramble at the sight of her. That she can’t make you question your sexuality. Because Ellie was full of herself she could do that. She always does.
“So… are you free tonight?” A girl in their class asked Ellie flirtatiously while tracing the tattoo on her arm. She sat down in front of Ellie’s table, riding up her skirt to reveal more skin on her thigh. If this were a normal day, Ellie would’ve said back at her. Probably ask her to be her date for the night, and make plans where they would fuck. But since she’s on a mission, and you could go inside the room and see the two of them, then you’d probably lose all of your interest. And Ellie doesn’t want that.
“I’m not. Why don’t you just go back to your seat, Johanna?” Ellie sarcastically asked her.
The girl retreated and looked at Ellie with irritation. “My name’s Christine!” She said before angrily stomping her way to the front seat.
At the same time, you walked inside. You were holding your books in your right arm, and the other one was clutching the straps of your handbag. Your hair was in a simple style – the front pieces were tucked behind your hair neatly, revealing the gold hoops you were wearing. You were just wearing jeans and heels paired with a plain long sleeve that revealed your collarbones and curves that made Ellie’s breath hitch.
Ellie’s gaze followed yours as you were making your way beside her. Ellie took the courage to flash you a charming smile while you were sitting. She doesn’t expect you to do anything, so when you flashed back a beam, Ellie almost gasped in shock.
“Hey, darling.” You greeted and Ellie didn’t know what to do. It’s like all of her flirting skills were gone after she heard your voice. Goddamnit.
Ellie cursed herself before silently shaking her head as if to gain back her consciousness. She’s starting to look like a fucking loser. “Hi… you look pretty.” She complimented you before smirking and looking up and down your body.
“Wow,” You couldn’t help but smile shyly while gazing down. “It kinda means a lot to me since it’s from the captain of the football team.” You looked up at her, meeting her green eyes that were staring at you intently. “Though I was curious as to why you’re talking to me.” You joked.
Ellie chuckled. “You knew me?”
You shrugged. “Of course, who doesn’t?”
“Well… I thought you weren’t paying attention to me.”
You crinkled your nose. “I think it’s the other way around.”
Ellie’s tongue traced the insides of her cheek, before she leaned into her chair, still staring at you. “I just want to be friends.”
You scoffed. “Friends? Didn’t you have a lot of that?”
“Well,” Ellie leaned in front of you. She rested her elbows on her knees. “Is it bad not to want you as my friend?”
“No,” You smiled. “But it was such an odd thing. You and I were seatmates ever since and you never really noticed me. So, what’s your intentions?”
Ellie’s heart jumped. She never expected you to quip back at her. “I’m just… scared to talk to you.” She shook her head, wanting to appear convincing but it’s just a lie. Yes, Ellie does notice you every time, but she never attempts to talk to you solely because she is too busy with other girls.
“You’re afraid to talk to me?” You asked back, finding her reason ridiculous because she’s Ellie Williams. Being afraid of a girl wasn’t in her vocabulary and you knew that. “There are tons of girls who want to befriend you, Williams. You and I weren’t exactly a perfect match.” You smiled at her before you looked in front of the classroom, where Mrs. Garcia was.
Ellie was left dumbfounded.
Did you just reject her?
“It should be fucking easy,” Ellie complained to her friends while walking back and forth. They’re at Dina and Ellie’s shared boarding house after all of their classes have ended.
Dina rolled her eyes, putting on her lip gloss in her bag after she was done using it. “Well, it’s good that you knew how to get rejected for once.” She then made her way to the couch, sitting beside her boyfriend, Jesse, who was lying down sideways while eating popcorn.
“Yeah, and she wasn’t supposed to do that. She was supposed to say yes and let us be friends so I could make my advancements on her like every other girl. But no, she didn’t.” Ellie groaned.
Dina glared at her friend. “Well, first off, not every girl is the same.”
“No, Dina, I think they are.” She rolled her eyes stubbornly.
“And second, you should stop messing with her, okay? I know Y/n, and she’s a very kind girl. Playing with other’s feelings is cruel.”
Jesse nodded and hummed while putting a mouthful of popcorn in his mouth.
“And lose fifty dollars to Alex and hurt my pride? No way.” Ellie scoffed.
“What if she found that it was all a stupid bet?”
“She won’t, Dina.”
“How can you be so sure?” Jesse asked with a muffled voice because of the food. Dina smacked him.
“Stop talking while your mouth is full!”
“No one will tell her, okay? She can’t find out.” Ellie answered with a determined voice.
Dina shook her head at her. “You know what? Go on, do whatever you want because you won’t even listen to me. But don’t forget that I warned you not to continue this.” Dina pointed her finger at Ellie.
“Thank you, Dina. But I think I can handle myself.” Ellie smirked at her to annoy her friend even more.
The one place that you’ll find Ellie the most is with different clubs and bars – particularly the ones that are near the university. And the last spot that you’ll meet her is in the library.
In her defense, what would she do here? She was not fond of reading books, not even the ones that she should use, and she hated the deafening silence in this huge room. Once, Ellie tried to come along with Dina and her friends in a group study and she just got numerous glares from the librarian that was telling her to keep quiet. Ellie never learned a thing, and she’s pretty sure that she just made a new enemy that day. So, Ellie swore not to go in here.
But today was the day that she broke that promise.
Ellie strides into the huge library while holding a particularly dirty football that was fresh from the practice. She’s still in her sports attire. Her auburn hair was tied in a bun, and some strands of her hair were sticking onto her sweaty forehead and neck. She managed to change her shirt into a plain white one but her shorts were still the same.
After their football practice, Ellie never got to shower and change completely because she knew that you’d be gone on campus already. So she just drenched herself in her perfume – making sure that you can’t smell even the slightest of her sweat.
The same librarian Ellie encountered before was in charge of today. She recognized the football captain and made a face of grimace and disapproval at her looks.
“Your shoes have mud in them.” She pointed out when Ellie passed by her.
In answer, Ellie just put on her charming smile. “Oh, I didn’t even notice.” She said before briskly walking away from her.
It was not hard for Ellie to find you. It was a Tuesday afternoon and most of the students were in their respective classes so the library wasn’t packed. Besides, how could Ellie not notice you when you were walking around the room with one of your mini-dresses?
“Hey,” ElliE came up behind you. And since you were immersed in the book you were holding, you almost jumped up in shock.
“Shit, you scared me.” You said in a hushed voice.
“Woah, you can curse?” Ellie asked, amused.
You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m not a saint.”
Ellie chuckled at your joke. “That’s shocking.”
You snorted. “Not really. So… what do you want for you to come rushing in here right after your practice?”
Ellie looked at her dirty shorts and muddy shoes. “Is it that obvious?”
“Yup. You were tainting the tiles and Ms. Loren looks like she wants to jab you at your jaw.” You looked behind her, nodding in the librarian’s direction.
“Oh… so that’s what her name is.” Ellie looked at the woman and offered a smile but she just huffed in answer.
“Can I help you with something?” You asked again, and Ellie turned her attention to you.
“Actually… yes. I was struggling with History classes because I’m not good at memorizing ton shits and Mrs. Garcia’s quizzes were really really hard. And because of the upcoming intramurals, we’re always at the field to practice which is why I missed a quiz at her.”
“Last meeting?”
“Yup.”
“So that’s why you’re not there.”
Ellie nodded. “I never got to pass any of her exams, and she said that my grades would go down if I failed another quiz. So… can you tutor me?” Ellie shot you with a pleasing gaze.
You looked at her with a surprised face. “Why me?”
“You're her favorite student, and you’re always the top of the class. Please…?” Ellie gave you a puppy eyes.
You stared at her face, contemplating about everything. You were about to utter a word but there was nothing that left your mouth.
“I’ll do anything you want. Just… text me if you made up your mind.” Ellie says. She looked at the table in front of her and found a pen. She then gently took your left hand and wrote her number on it. Your heart raced at the first physical contact with her.
“I’ll be waiting for your text… or call.” Elli winked at you before jogging towards the door, leaving you dumbfounded.
After the class, you decided to meet up with your friends at one of your favorite cafes. Today is the perfect day to get a nice cup of warm coffee since it’s somewhat windy outside. And maybe, the drink can give you something to wake you up from looking at the number at your hand.
“What’s that?” Abby asked at the digits in your palm, causing you to jump at her voice. Her brow rose when she looked at you. She finished placing the drinks and food on the table, and you immediately got yours and took a sip of it.
“Whose number was that? You can’t stop looking at it ever since we got in here.” Nora pointed out.
You cleared your throat. “Ellie.”
“Williams?” Abby asked curiously. “Didn’t know you two have any contact.”
“Well, I told you all before that she is my seatmate in History class. But, I don’t know, she tried talking to me yesterday.” You shrugged, picking up a piece of the red velvet cake.
“Maybe she’s playing games with you,” Nora said.
“Come on, Ellie probably thinks she’s amazing.” Abby defended.
Nora rolled her eyes, “Abby, Ellie was a notorious playgirl. She wouldn’t talk to y/n just to be friends. And besides, I don’t think that was in her vocabulary.”
“Woah,” You chuckled. “Where does this grudge from her is coming from?” You threw your hands up in the air.
“Oh, so you don’t know how many girls have been crying and fighting each other because of her? Ellie is a heartless person who doesn’t care about someone’s feelings, and everyone is still blinded by it because of how she looks. Y/n, you should be careful because I think you’re her new target.”
“You shouldn’t scare her,” Abby said.
“I’m not. I’m just stating facts.”
You sighed, heavily while looking at your hand once again.
Nora has a point, but you still want to give Ellie the benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t do that to you, right?
Right?
You were walking back and forth in your small room while looking at your right palm, and holding your phone on the other. You still have a lot of free time tonight since all of your school works and backlogs were done, so, you were now contemplating whether you should call Ellie or not.
I mean, you completely understood Nora’s complaints about Ellie since the rumors aren’t new about her. Sure, she’s a Casanova, but the thing is, you won’t even dare fall in love with her – let alone be one of her girls. You were just a kind student who wanted to help her classmate in a subject where you excelled. So, what’s wrong with that?
“Ugh.” You grunted while shutting your eyes tightly. You flopped down the bed before you quickly dialed the number.
“Hello?” Ellie’s raspy voice filled your room. You immediately sat down in your bed when she answered. You can hear loud music in the background, and a few people shouting and giggling. You figured out that she’s at a party. A girl asked Ellie where she was going but you couldn’t pinpoint what she answered because it was chaotic. “Who’s this?”
“It’s… Y/n. I- I’m sorry, is this a bad timing?”
“Oh. Oh! Y/n? Is it actually you?” She asked, voice rising with excitement.
“Yeah, I called to ask if you want to study tonight but clearly, you had other plans now, so let’s just do it some other time.”
Ellie managed to scramble outside the house where she was partying even though it was a real struggle. After a long day of practicing, Ellie and her teammates got invited to a house party hosted by someone she couldn’t even remember the name of. Being stressed for a whole week, Ellie wanted to have some little fun for tonight. And besides, she wants to divert her attention in the meantime, rather than looking at her phone stupidly for the rest of the day which Dina pinpointed.
Ellie immediately shook her head at what you said as if you could see her right now. “No, no, it’s fine. I was just actually hanging around there, not drinking or anything.” She lied.
“Really?” You don’t sound convinced by her answer. “Well, I’ll text you the address of my boarding house if you’d like.”
“Yes. Please. Thank you so much. I’m on my way.” Ellie said quickly before running towards her big bike. She ended the call, put her phone on her jeans, put on her helmet, and started the engine.
“Where the hell are you going?” Riley shouted from the window.
“To study!” Ellie exclaimed before driving away.
Riley and her teammates looked at each other with a frown and a clueless stare. “Studying?” They all asked themselves in unison.
Because there is no way, Ellie would’ve left a party.
And in her whole life, Ellie never even studied.
So, why is she leaving a party just to study?
After Ellie said that she was outside your room, you didn’t expect that she’d show up at your windows.
“Oh, my goodness!” You exclaimed in pure shock. “What are you doing in there?” You said before opening up the sliding windows.
Ellie threw her backpack filled with snacks on the floor before she completely entered. She managed to change her alcohol and cigarette-scented shirt into a decent one just to make herself presentable to you.
“Your landlady says it’s past curfew so she can’t let me in, so I managed to climb through your windows.” Ellie shrugged.
“You could fall.”
“But I didn’t, so…” Ellie flashed her charming smile before scanning your room.
It is warm and cozy. It is filled with plants and different vintage collections. Ellie noticed at least five different lamps open and candles lit to give some light in your room. It is very neat, well well-decorated, and it smells really good.
“I didn’t know vinyl still existed.” Ellie pointed out the small drawer of yours filled with different types of vinyl. Ellie walked to it and saw a vintage turntable. “This still works?” She asked.
“Oh, yes, it’s not quite as popular as it was before, but it still works.” You grabbed one and put it on the player to show her. Ellie’s brows rose and her mouth formed into a small ‘o’ when the music started filling the air.
“Guns and Roses. Classic.” She said when she heard the familiar sound.
You looked at her with a smile on your face. “You know that band?”
“Yeah, Joel - uhh, my guardian, he used to play their songs every single day to the point that he even wanted to try to learn it on the guitar.” She smiled and turned to you.
“You know how to play guitar, too?”
“Oh, a little.” Ellie chuckled. “I never really had any practice, unless it’s in a summer break.”
“That’s nice.” You nodded thoughtfully.
“You really like collecting such antique things, huh?” Ellie picked up a small bunny ceramic.
“It’s like a small hobby I’d like to do from time to time. It’s really fun going to different antique or thrift stores trying to find something you’d like. And besides, I really like older things because of their intricate designs and very pretty artworks.” You explained. “Look, all of those artworks on my wall are all thrifted, even its frames.” You pointed.
Throughout the night, you two did study. You helped Ellie with understanding all the topics that she was struggling. You were surprised with how quickly she can memorize everything, leading you down to the conclusion that Ellie is smart, she’s just lazy.
The two of you would take breaks in between as Ellie insisted because she can’t focus if they’re going to study for hours with no breaks. You obliged. Ellie then would ask you different things about your room, asking what you’d like the most in it, and you would explain and show her those things. Ellie asked you more about yourself, wanting to get some information while at it as her mind starts plotting what you love, and where she can take you out for a date.
You were talking about the things you love, and there was that spark in your eyes that Ellie couldn’t look away from. You were so immersed in telling her something, and Ellie got lost by looking at your face.
Time passed and the two of you didn’t seem to notice. It’s like the two of you are in your bubble that no one could even interrupt. Not even the storm, or the loud buzzing of Ellie’s phone because of her friends asking where she went. Tonight, it’s just you and her.
“I’m nervous about the quiz,” Ellie says as the two of you are walking through the hallways.
“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You looked at her and gave a warm smile.
“I don’t know what’s with that subject, but I always fail every quiz in that class. It’s like someone has put a curse on me or something.”
“Mrs. Garcia is a great teacher, but yes, I do get that her voice is so calm which is why many students are too sleepy to pay attention to her.”
Ellie chuckled. “Yeah, the only thing that I can see in her class was her boobs whenever she bows down to get something on her bag on the floor. It’s fucking distracting.”
You laughed, harder than Ellie thought you would’ve, making her look at you with an amused smile. “Fuck yeah. I thought I wasn’t the only one who noticed.”
Ellie stared at you for a moment, she started questioning Alex in her mind saying that you are straight and making her think that there isn’t even the slightest bit in your body that is gay. Your reaction to what she said makes her think about your sexuality, Ellie wants to ask, but she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries.
Ellie shook her head, wanting to keep her thoughts at bay. Instead, she changed the topic. “We have a football practice at 3:00 PM and I was wondering if you want to watch it…?” She looked at you with a sheepish smile.
“Were the girls watching you play weren’t enough?” You joked.
“There aren’t. Wait, you really think that I’m a playgirl?”
“Aren’t you?” You asked back with a small frown on your face. “I don’t think that you’re a playgirl, I know you are. Everyone does. I mean, my friend doesn’t even know why you’re talking to me in the first place.” You shrugged before looking away.
Ellie was staring at you really hard, wanting you to look at her but you wouldn’t, so she sighed dejectedly. She stopped in her tracks and held your arms to also make you stop.
“How can I prove my sincerity to you?”
You bit your lips as your hands gripped the strap of your bag tightly. You shrugged, avoiding her gaze. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Ellie. We’re not friends or anything more.”
“What if I want you to be?”
Your gaze fell on hers with a shocked look on your face. “What?”
“I want to be your friend, Y/n.”
You stared at her for a moment, weighing your feelings. You were used to people coming up to you and asking to be their friend. After all, everyone finds you nice and adorable. You loved friendly interactions, and never once have been doubting someone’s intentions. However, there is a huge factor when Ellie is the one who’s doing it — yes, Nora is right. Her lifestyle is much different than yours, and Ellie Williams’ reputation is not quite good. Everything about you two wouldn’t even intersect, and this is all new. Everything about here seems… artificial.
But then again, you took a look in her face, and gosh… how can you resist that?
So, you slowly nodded. Mumbling a small ‘fine’ under your breath is something that almost made Ellie want to jump in joy.
It’s playtime.
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underneath the christmas tree
vanessa shelly x fem!reader
tw: smut, sub!reader, praise kink, vanessa eats it from the back, fingering, sex toy/vibrator use
a/n: im sorry if this is ass ive had terrible writer's block for like the past two weeks help
Pressing down on the last piece of tape, you let out a little ‘aha!’ as you adjusted the material around your body. You took a long look in the mirror, admiring the result of your work.
Nothing except two pieces of wrapping paper covered your top and bottom halves, patterns of snowflakes on a red background. Of course, you made sure to cut away enough paper to show off your cleavage. A dainty pink bow was glued on the makeshift ‘bra’ to top it all off.
Everything was held together messily by cheap tape, but that didn’t really matter; the outfit was made to be torn apart anyways.
You looked like a real present.
For the past forty-five minutes, you had been working on this bizarre scheme that you had thought to be so hilarious. Vanessa was taking one of her hour-long showers, giving you a perfect period of time to take advantage of.
You heard the shower turn off and quickly rushed to take your place beneath the Christmas tree.
Though there were still a couple of days to go until Christmas Day, presents were already stacked in neat piles around the base of the tree. At least a quarter of them were from Vanessa to you, who loved to spoil you with her cop money.
Vanessa stepped out of the washroom in her bathrobe, damp hair draped across her shoulders.
“Woah! Did Santa come early this year?” A playful grin took over her face as she caught sight of you on your knees under the tree.
“This exactly what you wished for?” You asked her sweetly, feigning innocence despite being half-naked.
“Mhm,” she leaned down to kiss you. Fresh out of the shower, you could smell a combination of her shampoo, body wash, and lotion. You moaned softly against her lips and pulled her down so that she was on the ground with you.
Her hands began to wander on your body, nails lightly scratching your bare back. With that, you felt her tongue enter your mouth, and you knew that she was getting impatient for more.
“Unwrap me,” your voice was barely a whisper.
In one effortless motion, Vanessa ripped your top in half, letting it fall to the floor. She did not waste a second before cupping your breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them. You sucked on the tip of her tongue to let her know how much you were enjoying it.
Without breaking the kiss, she scooped you up in her arms and carried you to the rug in front of the fireplace. Here, you didn’t have to worry about knocking anything over.
Her mouth eventually found itself on your breast, licking a stripe up your cleavage. Squeals and whines spewed out of you as she sucked hickeys into your soft skin.
“So pretty, my love,” Her breath tickled against your collarbone. “Such perfect tits, and you wrapped them up so well for me.”
Fuck, her praises made you so wet.
“You sound so adorable too. All I want to do is make you whine and moan all day, touching those beautiful tits however you want me to. Think you can be louder for me?”
You nodded swiftly, meeting her lustful eyes.
“Good girl.”
An embarrassingly loud moan slipped out between your lips.
“Now, let’s see what else we got here.” She slipped her fingers under the remaining wrapping paper and pulled it off your hips, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it god knows where.
Your pussy practically gleamed in the light, folds slick with arousal. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips up in a desperate need for any kind of friction.
Vanessa gasped with mock-astonishment. “How did you know that this was at the top of my wishlist?”
You gave her a light slap on the arm for her sarcasm.
Now, you were in a position where you laid on your back with her on top of you. Her fingers brushed over the top of your pussy. Your sore, needy pussy.
“I can’t believe this pretty cunt is all mine. Did me playing with your tits get you this wet?” Her hands wrapped around the back of your calves and placed your legs over her shoulders. You shivered as her damp hair stuck to your sensitive inner thighs.
“Vanessa, touch me please,” you needed to feel her tongue before you passed out from arousal.
“Oh look sweetie, your pussy’s getting wetter, all for me! It’s practically gushing out of you, my needy girl,” she pressed kisses down your thighs, neglecting the part where you needed her most. “I wanna get a taste of that sweet nectar.”
“Just p-please, I need you. Please, please, please, Vanessa.”
“However, I do have a better idea. On all fours for me, sweetheart.”
You groaned at your pleasure being delayed for even a second longer, but obliged as you had no other choice. Vanessa went behind you, firmly gripping both of your thighs.
“What a perfect view,” she sighed lovingly. Before you had time to process, she buried her face in your soaked heat, nails digging into your skin. She pulled you closer to her by the legs, and you yelped as you felt her tongue on your clit after that agonizing wait.
“Y-yes baby! Fuck— just like that.” You screamed at the top of your lungs. If losing your voice was what it took for her to keep going, you were gladly ready to make the sacrifice.
Vanessa slipped two fingers inside of you, then adding a third when she decided that you were turned on enough to easily take all three. She curled them rhythmically, alternating with strokes of her tongue against your throbbing clit. It was almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm was building up, but every move your girlfriend made brought you closer to the inevitable.
“Just like that, feels so good. God it feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You wailed, squeezing your eyes shut. You prayed with all your might that Vanessa was feeling generous enough to let you cum straight away tonight.
“What a good girl. You taste amazing, I can’t get enough.” She grabbed at your ass, leaving a red imprint. “Cum when you’re ready, m’kay my dear? ‘M not going to be mean tonight, you’ve been such a good girl.”
The “thank you” that you meant to say was lost amongst a long string of moans and profanities as you finally reached your climax. Thrusting your core onto her tongue, arousal gushed out into her mouth and all over her fingers. You didn’t know how long it was until your legs stopped shaking.
“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you,” Vanessa scooped you up in her arms and held you against her chest, which was rising up and down quickly as she, too, tried to catch her breath.
After a brief moment, she set you down to grab something from the tree.
“Since I got to open an early present today, I thought it would only be fair for you to open one of your own too.”
She handed you a box, wrapped with blue paper and white ribbon.
You almost choked when you saw what was inside.
A light pink G-spot vibrator——it seemed rather expensive too, with various different settings built in.
Vanessa helped you take it out of its packaging, knowing your hands were still shaky from your orgasm. As you examined the toy, she untied her robe and threw it aside, leaving you with a breathtaking view of her naked body.
“Allow me to give you a demo.”
Taking the toy, she pressed herself against you irresistibly. Her nipples were hard and erect, toned abs flexing as she rolled her hips onto you. The stickiness on her lips tasted of your pleasure.
She lined the silicone up with your entrance, pushing half of it in before turning on the vibrations. You moaned as it found your sweet spot, throwing your head back in ecstasy.
“Feels good, hmm?” Vanessa hummed, slowly rocking the toy up and down inside of you. “Got some pretty friggin’ great reviews online. Maybe you could leave your own after.”
Her ability to talk so casually while fucking you never failed to turn you on. Your stomach flipped nonstop, a knot tightening in your core.
She turned the vibrator up a setting and positioned the handle along her slit.
The noises she let out as she ground her clit against the silicone were sinful, moans and whimpers laced with pure lust. She kept a hand on the toy, now drawing small circles on your g-spot.
“You gonna cum, baby? Is my princess gonna cum?” Her breathing was harsh and ragged as she began to seek her own high.
“Ye— turn it up another s-setting, please!”
She did what you asked, and was rewarded by a huge spurt of squirt splattering all over her thighs. You cried out her name hoarsely as you came, limbs spasming like crazy.
“You’re so fucking hot, good fucking girl. Squirting all over me like that, gonna make me cum, holy shit.”
Another roll of her hips, and Vanessa finished with a silent scream.
It was a rare sight, seeing her lose control like that—back arching, eyebrows knitted, eyes rolling back, and mouth wide open. You loved it.
When she was stable enough to stand, she got up to retrieve her bathrobe and covered the two of you with it. The fireplace softly crackled in the background, radiating heat.
You laid with your eyes closed as she spooned you from behind, feeling so warm, so loved, and so very grateful.
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Vanessa Ives x Fem!Reader: All Ache Fades, Eventually
Summary: Weddings are hard. Life and love is hard. Sometimes, we all break - but it doesn’t mean you have to feel it alone.
AO3
A/N: This is just me venting honestly. I don’t know when Vanessa became my comfort character, but here we are!
Warning(s): None
Standing on the edge of the area, you tried to sink away. Tried not to take up too much space or stand out too boldly. Your dress was of the same style and color as everyone else's, but your nerves told you that you were too noticeable in the crowd.
You gave pleasant smiles as you made your way back to your table. The large, empty table. It brought a new wave of tears to your eyes as the music began a-new; filling the room with a piece so joyful it made you ache.
A couple passed in front of you, the man giving you a nod. You tried to offer a smile. But the look of joy in his partner’s eyes as she gazed to him made you feel ill. You gave him a stiff nod instead.
Reaching the table, you knocked back the glass of champagne, uncaring how it looked to anyone around the room. You couldn’t help but wish it burned more.
“Y/N.” A soft voice came from behind you.
You turned, feeling your heart stop in your chest as Vanessa stood there. She looked stunning - practically ethereal.
“Vanessa.” You breathed out, the ache from earlier fading slightly upon seeing her.
“Ethan told me you have yet to reach the dancing,” She said openly, cutting through any small-talk, “It’d be wrong of me to let you leave without having at least one.”
The ache returned tenfold as she held out a hand. An ungloved hand. The thought of being so close to someone and touching them made your skin itch uncomfortably, but you couldn’t help but want it more than anything.
“Oh, that’s alright. You don’t need to do that.” You tried to brush it off, offering a shaky smile.
“Nonsense. This composition is far too beautiful to waste.”
Her hand remained where it had been. Outstretched and waiting, waiting for your hand to join it. There was little room for you to work your way out of this. Once Vanessa got something in her mind, she seldom let it go.
Wordlessly, you placed your hand in her’s. The contact of your skin made your hand tingle. You’d become used to the soft chill of gloves.
Upon reaching the edge of the dancing area, Vanessa slid a lithe arm around your waist. Your bodies moving closer, a breath the only thing between you. You avoided her eyes as you began to move.
The heat of her hand through your dress felt like an anchor. Holding your attention while holding you near to her. Even that light touch felt overwhelming. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d ever been in such close proximity to someone. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched you.
It took every atom in you to keep from abruptly pulling away. You didn’t want to move from her hold. You loved the feeling. But it was like consuming a litre of water after being bled dry of it - far too much. It made you feel mildly ill to have anyone so close. What if she saw the flaws? What if she felt the way you trembled?
With the last note of the piece, you pulled away with less grace than you’d hoped for.
“Thank you for the dance. If you’ll excuse me.” You rushed out. Without waiting for a response, you turned to flee.
Vanessa stood, stunned, in the middle of the dance floor. Had she done something wrong? It hadn’t been her intention to push too much, to ask for more than you were willing to give.
After standing in place for longer than appropriate, she smoothed down her skirts and followed you. She found herself out on a tepid balcony overlooking the city. The moon sparkled full in the sky. It would have been more beautiful, if it wasn’t dancing in the tears moving down your cheeks.
“It wasn’t my intention to overstep.” Vanessa said, announcing herself.
You straightened your back, wiping away the tears quickly. No matter how deeply you were hurting, it’d take a lot to let yourself break in front of someone.
“It isn’t you. It’s just… weddings.”
“You don’t like them.” She guessed.
“No, actually I love them, but they bring heavy thoughts,” You sighed, “They remind me of things I’d rather ignore.”
“Avoidance tends to create larger devastation later.”
“Yes, but it spares me the pain now.”
You heard her let out a little laugh. It distracted you, if only for a moment.
“You’re very good at hiding yourself away,” Vanessa mused, “Too good. You looked happy for them.”
“I am - in my own way. I’m just mourning something of my own.” You said.
“That’s quite a contradiction. You push the pain away for later and yet, you still let some part of yourself mourn.”
“What are humans, if not complex beings?”
“You have me there.”
You looked at one another, the moonlight illuminating the slight smirk there on both of your faces. Loud cheering from inside of the building snapped you away from it. All of it.
“I don’t want to keep you from the party,” You murmured, “No need to miss it. Not for me.”
“I’m content here.”
Silence reigned over the moment. You couldn’t tell if it was charged with anything, or if you were making things up in your mind. Either way, your thoughts were interrupted by a young couple stumbling out of the building below your balcony.
They were hand in hand, whispering something you couldn’t make out. The young woman threw her head back and let out a loud laugh. You watched as her partner just watched, eyes lit with fondness, before pulling her into a kiss. You looked away quickly.
“Why do you do that?” Vanessa whispered from beside you.
“What do you mean?”
“You look away when anyone expresses affection for one another.” She pointed out.
Oh. That.
“It’s easier that way.” You offered.
“Easier?”
“Yes, easier,” You said, becoming defensive in the face of being so vulnerable, “Easier than hurting. Of seeing them have such happiness and wondering…”
You stopped for a moment, gathering your thoughts.
“Of wondering...if this is what I’m meant for - a life of giving my best wishes on everyone else’s happiness while I ache for a scrap of my own,” You choked out, “I am so alone, Vanessa. And they all have something. They drown in gentle touches while I fiend over brushing fingers with a stranger like some frenzied harlot.”
Vanessa’s eyes held a sadness as she looked at you. She’d known you weren’t a two-dimensional person, that of course you’d felt pain too, but she didn’t know that you’d hidden so much of it.
“I try to convince myself that I’m content with it - this loneliness. Of living a life without knowing the feeling of being loved. But I’m not. I ache for it so bad I worry it will rip me apart... and I can’t admit that because nobody wants to hear about my misery when they’re so happy.”
“Y/N…” Vanessa started, only for you to shake your head.
“Don’t. Please.”
You turned from her, attempting to collect your thoughts as you looked back out over the London skyline. Little lights twinkled back from manor windows as your mind raced.
The thought of sharing more of your thoughts - sharing more of yourself made you wildly uncomfortable. But you’d already come this far, opened that locked door just enough. It wasn’t going to close until everything had escaped.
“I don’t want pity or anything of that manner,” You said finally, “I hate the thought of people walking around me as if I’m broken or in-capable. I’m not. I… I just wish that people would understand I feel too. That I...”
“That you want someone to understand your weaknesses without treating you as weak.” Vanessa finished.
“Yes.”
“That you long for the same love they do. And though it hurts to see them have what you don’t, it gives you hope that you will.”
“Yes.”
Vanessa’s hand on your shoulder should have startled you. You hadn’t expected it. But it only made you feel calm - safe. You’d never been skilled at articulating your thoughts. Certainly not to someone else.
She was different. Where they’d stutter for some kind of excuse, a way to make you feel better, she helped you find the words. Helped you express yourself. She let the emotion hang in the night air without the heavy guilt that typically followed.
“Your emotions, your wants, are not unreasonable.” She said softly, squeezing your shoulder.
“It’s not easy to find what I want.”
“I know,” She said softly, “but it’s worth searching. You are deserving of it.”
She punctuated the statement with a lingering kiss to your temple. Eyes slipping closed, you let yourself sink into it. Relish in the moment.
The fear would still linger in the morning. You knew better than anyone that loneliness was a hard demon to slay. But knowing Vanessa was there - that she understood, made all the difference in the world to you. Emotions became a little more bearable.
You’d deal with it all later. It could wait. For now it was just you, Vanessa, and the London skyline.
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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
You’d wanted your girlfriend's attention for a while. You knew she was busy, as she had more things to pay attention to than just you. But you were lonely and needy and she’d been ignoring you most of the day. So you decided you needed to take things into your own hands, which, admittedly, never really ended the best for you. Or maybe it was the opposite; it did usually end up with you getting what you wanted after all, just...Vanessa style.
So as you sit on her table, swinging your feet and listening to her quill scratch at parchment with uniform, concise repetition, you finally mumble "Babe?" She doesn't respond. So you say "Baby?" You try not to sound too whiny, but she's still ignoring you. So you go for "Darling...?" Even that doesn't work. You sigh heavily, staying silent for a while longer and thinking of something else. "My love?" you finally say, something that you've never actually called her before; to be honest you had yet to even tell Vanessa that you love her. So you thought that it would get at least a tiny reaction from her. And it does; her hand pauses it's writing, and you think that maybe, maybe you've convinced her.
But then the woman just takes a deep breath in and continues her letter, or whatever it is that she's so intent on finishing. And now you realize that if this is gonna work, you're gonna have to bring the big guns out. So, after another pregnant pause, you hop onto the floor and slowly walk behind Vanessa's chair, curling your arms around her neck and placing your mouth beside her ear, before whispering the one word you thought you'd never say.
"Mommy?"
In an instant, you know you've won. Her quill drops to the glass table with a clatter and her head raises, and you let a grin stretch across your lips. It's wiped from your face almost immediately though as a second later Vanessa has managed to not only stand up, but grab you and spin you about, pressing your ass to the table before bending you over it with startling strength by your neck. She leans over your body, pressing hers snugly against it, and leans real close to your face, until her icy eyes are the only thing you can see. Everything else fades away as she purrs "Are you sure you want to play this game little dove?" You swallow dryly, but give her a shaky nod, trying to harden your resolve and look at her with more confidence.
Vanessa has a way of making every drop of self-assurance drain out of you with naught more than a look.
All you can say before your voice breaks is "Yes, mommy." You watch a smirk tug at your girlfriend's lips before she whispers "I suppose Malcom can wait." And that's the last thing you get to think about before Vanessa makes you forget your name.
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CHARCTER MASTERPOST
enjoy :) hope you like this free food
i will link each character’s masterlist in this post
MOVIE MASTERLIST
STAR WARS UNIVERSE
han solo
princess leia
luke skywalker
padme amidala
anakin skywalker
obi wan kenobi
kylo ren
general hux
poe dameron
rose tico
finn
boba fett
fennec shand
din djarin
paz vizsla
cobb vanth
HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS
harry potter
hermione granger
ron weasley
ginny weasley
george weasley
fred weasley
charlie weasley
bill weasley
neville longbottom
oliver wood
seamus finnegan
dean thomas
cedric diggory
luna lovegood
cho chang
fleur delacour
pansy parkinson
viktor krum
voldemort/tom riddle
bellatrix lestrange
fenrir greyback
lucius malfoy
narcissa malfoy
igor karkaroff
barty crouch sr
barty crouch jr
professor severus snape
alastor moody
sirius black
remus lupin
nymphador tonks
newt scamander
theseus scamander
MARVEL & X-MEN
black widow / natasha romanov
yelena belova
hulk / bruce banner
antman / scott lang
tasm!spiderman / peter parker
hawkeye / clint barton
hawkeye / kate bishop
echo / maya lopez
kazi
nebula
daredevil / matt murdock
mobius m. mobius
deadpool / wade wilson
negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister
cable / nathan summers
domino / neena thurman
storm / ororo munroe
mystique / raven darkholm
wolverine / james howlett / logan
rogue / anna marie
phoenix / jean grey
cyclops / scott summers
havok / alex summers
jubilee / jubilation lee
banshee / sean cassidy
quicksilver / pietro maximoff
angel / warren worthington
x-23 / laura kinney
magik / illyana rasputina
wolfsbane / rahne sinclair
mirage / dani moonstar
nightcrawler / kurt wagner
magneto / erik lensher
please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting
BIRDS OF PREY
harley quinn
huntress
black canary
renee montoya
victor zsasz
THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)
harley quinn
rick flag
captain boomerang
polka-dot man
ratcatcher 2
bloodsport
peacemaker
LORD OF THE RINGS
merry brandybuck
pippin took
aragorn
legolas
gimli
arwen
boromir
faramir
elrond
eomer
eowyn
haldir
THE HOBBIT
bilbo baggins
thorin oakenshield
kili
fili
dwalin
THE LOST BOYS
david
marko
paul
dwayne
star
michael emerson
STAND BY ME
ace merill
denny lachance
eyeball chambers
billy tessio
TWILIGHT
carlisle cullen
esme cullen
alice cullen
jasper hale
rosalie hale
emmett cullen
edward cullen
bella swan
charlie swan
billy black
jacob black
seth clearwater
leah clearwater
paul lahote
sam uley
TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST
THE MAGICIANS
eliot waugh
quentin coldwater
julia wicker
alice quinn
margo hansen
penny adiyodi
kady orloff-diaz
mariana andrieski
henry fogg
fen
PENNY DREADFUL
vanessa ives
ethan chandler
dorian gray
brona croft
victor frankenstein
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY
vanya hargreeves
klaus hargreeves
luther hargreeves
allison hargreeves
diego hargreeves
ben hargreeves
lila pitts
CHARMED (1998)
piper halliwell
pheobe halliwell
prue halliwell
paige halliwell
leo wyatt
cole turner
CHARMED (2018)
macy vaughn
mel vera
maggie vera
harry greenwood
abigael cain
niko hamada
PEAKY BLINDERS
tommy shelby
john shelby
arthur shelby
ada shelby
finn shelby
polly gray
alfie solomons
luca changretta
aberama gold
bonnie gold
johnny dogs
STRANGER THINGS
jim hopper
joyce byers
dr alexei
robin buckley
steve harrington
billy hargrove
max mayfield
NETFLIX’S DRACULA
dracula
SHAMELESS (US)
fiona gallagher
ian gallagher
carl gallagher
debbie gallagher
lip gallagher
mickey milkovich
kevin ball
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The Baker And Her Actor: part IV [Click, Click, and Post!]
Parings: Chris Evans x Black Fem!Reader
Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off of his mind, and to be honest neither can you.
Warnings: profanity, sexual content, angst, but overall fluff!
Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any request feel free to share those. Leave comments in the notes section!
Previous parts: (1) (2) (3) (3 cont.)
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Y/n’s Point Of View:
Body aching, you shift once more before waking up.
You let out a loud groan of fustration. You’d beeen tossing and turning all night.
You were sad and felt like an idiot for what you did to Chris. Running off like Cinderella with no explinatiom was just so pathetic, especially after the perfect night you to had.
You knew you wanted to take things slow and you should have just conveyed that instead of running off no questions asked.
You needed to make things right.
Rolling over reaching into your night stan you grab your phone yanking out the charger.
Two missed calls from Kiara.
One text message from deac.
Three twitter notifications.
Nothing from Chris.
Sighing, you make your way over to the messages app. Opening up the messages between you and Chris.
Reluctantly you begin typing worried to wake him or if he’d be too upset and just leave you on read, and well who could you really blame if he did.
Y/n: Hi.
It had been fifteen minutes since you sent that lackluster texts message.
He’d probably seen it and thrown it and you away for some other hot Hollywood chick he had stored in his phone.
How was it possible to even screw that up.
Well great job Y/n another one bites the dust.
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Chris’s Point Of View:
I’d be lying if i say I hadn’t seen your message. I wasn’t busy, I wasn’t doing anything at all.
I was just confused. You had me confused, confused enough to sit on my sofa coffee in hand watching my phone hoping you’d text again or even call.
I shouldn’t be a dick. I’m sure you had your reasons for pulling away, maybe it was too fast or you weren’t really into me.
Were you using me?
No I can’t think that, you’d never. You didn’t seem like the type. If you were you’d done it already and wash your hands with me by now.
Just fucking text her back, meatball.
Chris: Hi.
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Y/n’s Point Of View:
Your phone pinged from across the room. Hearing the alert almost made you jump across the terrain of your bedroom.
Notification from The Captain.
Your heart nearly stopped. He finally responded like you hoped he would.
The Captain: Hi.
Shit he seems upset.
Call him.
Setting aside your nerves and pride you dial his number hoping he’d pick up so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself once more.
Pick up.
Pick up.
C’mon pick up
Just pick up th-.
“Hello.” His raspy voice answers.
Oh
“Hello- erm good morning.” You state attempting to should chipper.
“Good morning y/n.” Chris repeats.
Just cut to the chase.
“So..about last night.’ You mutter. “I just want you to know it’s not you I promise I’m just stupid and shouldn’t have pulled away you were nothing but great I just. I’m not sure why I did that.”
Lying obviously.
“Y/n. You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m not upset. I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t shocked and confused. But I’m not upset or blaming you.” Chris reassures.
Even through the phone he managed to convey his bubbling emotions.
“Can I see you today.” You ask nerves bubbling in your chest.
“What do you have in mind?”
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You arrive at Chris’s house after an slight delay at the security gate. You couldn’t believe they thought you were there to “violate the tenants homes.”
Y/n: I’m outside.
The Captain: Im coming.
Finally you see Chris, jogging out of his home making sure to lock the door on his way out.
You unlock the door allowing him to jump into the passenger seat.
“Hey, sorry I was late dodger was being a tad bit fussy.” Chris apologizes.
“No, I’m sorry you have to be in my half ass car.” You joke
“No it’s great. Seriously!’ Chris reassures. “You got leather seats and Evan a sun roof.”
“Chris its a thirteen year old car, I’m suprised she’s still going.”
“Speaking of going. Where are we going?” Chris quips
“You’ll see.” You smirk
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“A farmers market?” Chris questions stepping out of the car.
“Yes this is where I get my produce I don’t want any of the pesticides in grocery store produce.” You explain grabing your reusable grocery bags from the back seat.
“I hadn’t even thought about that before.’ Chris admits. “Let me get that for you.” Taking the bags from you slinging them over his shoulder.
You notice him slipping on some sun glasses. It wasn’t sunny at all, it was actually quite dull out.
“What’s with the glasses MIB?” You tease.
“Just not in the mood to be recognized, thats all.”
Sometimes when you were with Chris it slipped your mind that he was a wildly famous A-list celebrity. So you could understand the need for privacy and not wanting to be noticed all the time.
“Mm.’ You say. “Oh I always wanna get these Dutch donuts for my team. They’ve been working so hard I think they deserve something.”
“That’s sweet of you. I can help you bring them.” Chris offers
“If you want, but warning kiaras there and she’ll be a little bit over the top.” You warn
“Yeah I figured that when she pretended to not know I was in the house on our date.” Chris admits chuckling lightly.
You let a small smile paint your face thinking back to your date. “So about our date, I really wanna be honest and transparent here.” You say picking threw a pile of apples.
Chris faces you giving his undivided attention. It was clear to him there was something you wanted to get off your chest since you continued to peruse the conversation.
“It’s just, I haven’t talked to a guy, been with a guy, touched a guy in five years since my last serious relationship and I freaked out.” You admit sheepishly.
You couldn’t look at him you were too embarrassed.
You felt Chris slip his hand onto your free one rubbing across its skin comforting.
“Y/n like I said before you don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not upset, but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me this. I want what you want. We can take this as slow as you’d like.” Chris clarifies
You for sure felt like Chris was a safe space for you. He wasn’t judging you or shaming you. He was kind and understanding, another thing you loved about him.
“Let’s get their donuts.” You say.
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“Ladies first.” Chris smirks opening the door for you, hands full of donut boxes.
You cheeks burn the heat rising he definitely knew what he was doing being so cheeky.
“Guys I brought snacks!” You shout hoping to catch their attention in the back.
Kiara springs out from the kitchen, hair in a bun outfit covered in flour. “Yes you did, and I’m not talking about the food.” Kiara flirts undressing Chris with her eyes.
Chris erupts in a belly laugh. You knew she was only kidding but you felt a little jealous, even though he wasn’t yours.
“Okay.’ You interrupt sass in your voice. “so I have different assortments of donuts. So take your pick and choose wisely.”
You feel a familiar hand rest on your shoulder. “You okay.” Chris ask eyebrows furrowed.
“Yeah, yes I’m great.” You lie shaking off the bad vibes.
Chris shoots you a small smile, Warming your heart.
You notice Deac coming out of the kitchen. Arms crossed tightly.
“What’s all this.” Deacon speaks.
“Uh this, is me bringing you guys a treat for you hard work.” You motion to all the donuts
“And him.” Deac points at Chris .
The room goes stiff.
Please not now.
Deacon let’s out a sarcastic chuckle. “I just don’t understand, I’ve known your for a long ass time and you’ve never gone out with me, there is always some excuse, but you meet mr. hot shot Hollywood and your all over him. Just don’t be disappointed when he lets you down y/n.” Deacon states practically shouting.
The room was silent as he threw his Apron down rushing out of the building.
Your heart raced, turning to face Chris you notice he was quite red. Clearly flustered but what just went down.
“I should go.” Chris states hesitantly
“How you didn’t drive?” You remind him
“Don’t worry about me.” Chris says turning to walk out.
“Chris Wait!” You shout following him out.
“Y/n, it’s fine I should get going anyway. I don’t wanna damper the party.” Chris admits voice soft
“You aren’t, please don’t be mad.” You plead
Chris brings you in for a hug placing a small kiss on your hairline. “I’m not mad I promise.” Chris states
You both stay embrace in each other for what seems like an eternity.
A sudden shift in Chris body causes your eyes to shoot open. “Shit.” He whispers shouts
Pulling back immediately.
“What, what is it?” You question anxiously
“I got to go, go back inside please.” Chris begs walking away.
You follow his orders walking back in side completely baffled by what’s just happened.
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Chris’s Point Of View:
Getting back home I quickly get on the phone.
“Megan, yeah we have a problem.” I state prepared to tell her everything.
Everything about how I’d been seeing you, how a pap had just shot about 50 photos of us in the span of .5 seconds.
This wasn’t good, and was the last thing I wanted for you.
“Chris this could be all over the news by tomorrow morning, what were you thinking.” Megan shouts
“I wasn’t! I thought we were safe!” I rebuttle.
“How do you know she didn’t call the paparazzi? It wouldn’t be the first time someone you’ve been talking to has done that.” She reminds me
Sitting back down I place my head in my palms fustrated. “I know I know.” I repeat.
“We can fix this, we have to for y/n’s sake she isn’t ready for the wolves yet.” I speak.
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A/n: so like I stated previously this is based off the beauty and the baker on abc and I don’t wanna pull to far from that. So Deacon is gonna be our Vanessa 🤣.
But I know things seem rocky but they are in a good spot. Their both confused and now Chris is angry that he put you in that position to get violated by the public.
Kiara is just jokingly flirting nothing serious she supports them!
This is gonna be a long tale for our love birds. ❤️
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The Clairvoyant's White Witch- Part 2
A/N: This is part two to my Vanessa Ives story, I hope you all like it as much as the first part, it’s a bit slow but definitely sweet.
Warning(s): None
I saw the fear wash over Vanessa, the way she stiffened at my words and suddenly, regardless of how close we sat, I know felt a thousand miles away from her.
It was the words 'Witch' that had caused such fear, I wasn't idle minded, I knew what that word meant when the recipient understood the context behind it and clearly Miss Ive's did.
"Why now? You haven't plagued for all these weeks," She began to ask me, her voice hard a steel and I could tell when she said the word 'you' she didn't mean just me, she meant more than one person. "Was it to taunt me further? Distract me with Mina so that I'd forget you were there?"
Now she was standing and backing away from me, placing herself at the far end of the fire place, creating a distance to make herself feel safer.
"Miss Ives I assure you, that whatever creatures have plagued in the past, that I am not one of them. I am a White Witch not a nightwalker, I have no scars to show, I was born the way I am with the duty to help other and that's what I intend to do for you."
My tone was firm and assuring, I knew she'd only reason with me if I came a cross as such and though I remained in my previous position sat on the couch, It seemed that I may have been successful in making ravenette believe me, if only to a certain extent.
"How do I know this to be true, what proof do you have to show me for me to believe such a thing." Miss Ives had stepped out from behind the far end of the fireplace and in doing so had taken a step towards, though I began to wonder what proof I had that I could show her.
There wasn't much I could show her, not now, not at this hour. It was the nighttime and that was when Night Walkers thrived, I was more akin to a Day Walker and so my strength lay in the light of day, not in the darkness of night.
I sat there wondering what I could do, what I could possibly show her to prove that I had no ill intent but I need to think of something quickly, I could see how her patience was beginning to grow thin. The first thing that came to mind, was the birthmark I had on my right shoulder blade, a pair of angel wings, but that would take to long to show and even then I don't think Miss Ives would believe me.
What to do? I thought to myself until an idea finally came to me, there was one thing I could do at night, though began to worry that it wouldn't be enough to convince her but right now it would have to make do.
"Do have anything made of glass that's see through but not easily broken?" I then asked Miss Ives, using a careful tone so as not to push her to far.
Within a moment of contemplation she then cautiously began to walk away from the fireplace entirely and our of my line of site. I know though that she hadn't left the room as there was no sound of a door being opened and closed, which meant she hopefully grabbing what I request from behind.
Regardless of knowing that Miss Ives was still in the room I made no effort to move and turn around to find her exact location. I knew I didn't need to and for some peculiar reason I felt that I could trust her, more than I possibly should.
"Here!" She announced coming back over with an object in hand, before thrusting it out in front of me. I looked over the item before taking it making sure that it was what I needed and thankfully it was.
The ravenette had handed what exactly what I had described, it was a lantern with glass panels, a brass gold top and bottom, with little stars cut out from the top it. Yes, this would do perfectly.
"Just a word of caution Miss Ives, don't be frightened by what you see," I knew that I needn't say such a thing the intellectual woman but it was as if the sentence had been programmed into me and made it compulsory to say.
"Very little frightens me these days, Miss Damar," She spoke my name with a hint of venom as she folded her arms in front of chest waiting. I only hoped that once she saw that I was telling the truth, that the malice she had for me would become non-existent.
Then, as I knew that sentence would be my confirmation to begin, I opened the tiny glass door on the lantern and then held out my hand towards the fire. Before I did anything though I placed, the lantern down on a table that sat by me and then looking over to Miss Ives I smiled at her before I began.
With the hand that was outstretched towards the fire, I began to slowly curl my fingers back, urging an ember from the flame to come and play. It a moment but very quickly a small ember of fire no bigger than a gold ball, came floating out from the fire and towards my hand.
Once the ember of orange flame had come to rest on the palm of my hand, I looked up to where Miss Ives stood, her face showing little emotion though I could see the slight surprise in her eyes.
My gaze remained focus on Miss Ives as her's was on me and with the ember in my hand I placed it inside the little lantern with the stars and closed its small door.
"Miss Ives, will you come sit down please?" i asked her kindly, patting the spot next to me on the couch, my smile never faltering. She then looked at me as if to say that she didn't want to and that even still she didn't trust me. Though it seemed something in her had finally relented as she did eventually take up the offered seat.
"How is this supposed to prove anything?" She asked me skeptically, still keeping at least some distance between us on the couch.
"You know it does Miss Ives" I began to say, "Don't try and so say it doesn't, you know fully well that if I were a Night Walker Witch, that with that little ember this entire building would set a flame and you'd already be lost."
She knew that what i said was the truth and soon after she was able to ease the battle inside for her, I saw how her body relaxed and I then decided and I could have fun with her.
"Now come closer, this next bit is when the magic truly starts," I spoke to her excitedly, gesturing for her to come and sit closer to me so I could show her something truly magical.
Eagerness and excitement must have convinced her that it was alright as she was now sitting beside me, waiting for me to show her what I had promised.
with Miss Ives beside me, I gave her a final smile before swiftly twisting my wrist and hand, extinguishing the fireplace completely and now the only light in the room, was the little lantern and its ember.
Though how Vanessa flinched in her seat once the fire went out, didn't go unnoticed by me and to reassure her that she was safe, I shuffled closer to her side, our bodies now touching and with my right hand I began to brighten the ember.
I watched how transfixed Miss Ives was on the source of the light, that I couldn't have her missing out on the best part. "Miss Ives," I said quietly gently tapping her on the shoulder and then she turned to face me.
"Look up," And I pointed to the ceiling and she soon followed my gaze upwards.
I heard the audible gasp, at what she saw, first and then she said "It's beautiful," And I couldn't help but smile longingly and wantingly at her as she admired my handy work.
As what shone upon the ceiling weren't only the simply cut out of stars, but the entire universe cast out in an orange glow for all to see and Miss Ives had called it beautiful and yet the only beautiful thing I saw was her.
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I’m Already Gone- Vanessa Ives
Spoilers ahead
Context: I’m not going to give to much of an explanation just incase some people aren’t listening to the spoiler sign above.
A/n: All I’m going to say is that I cried whilst making this, so just a bit of pre-warning I think it’s quite sad, of course it’s Vanessa Ives x Fem Reader.
Warning(s): Major character death
I'd gone with them to save her, actually I'd been the first out of the door. Blind sighted and plan less but I had to save her, I had to save Vanessa, I loved her.
She thought I was dead, for an entire month she'd thought I was dead. For a while I thought I was to, after the events at the Nightwalker's home I'd appeared dead apparently according to Ethan and Sir Malcolm I'd been tortured to death.
Vanessa thought this too, that's why she'd fallen into the arms of another. Yet I hadn't been dead just in a constant state of sleep like death.
That's how my body had healed itself, by shutting down completely and restarting, something I hadn't known a witch could do but I was grateful for it.
I'd only woken up hours ago and very quickly, in a state of shock, Ethan had explained everything that had happened and what was currently happening.
He'd succeeded, Dracula, he'd made Vanessa the Mother of Evil and now the world was at the brink of the apocalypse and humanity was all but doomed. That's when it was my turn to be shocked and quite frankly frightened.
We'd dealt with vampires and Nightwalkers before but the apocalypse was something beyond our experience and quite frankly our comprehension.
But I didn't care about the end of the world or that humanity may be experiencing its final days. All I cared about was saving Vanessa from the teeth of Dracula, I couldn't let him take her from me, I wouldn't allow it.
I only needed to hear the words of where we'd find him from Kat and I was sprinting out of the manor and into the pestilence infected air of London.
The air didn't affect me thankfully, due to my biological differences as a strand of witch, I was protected from the sickness and so I walked through, almost running. The only thought in my head was Vanessa, my Vanessa.
I'd made it to the place Kat had described as Dracula's lair and I knew the others weren't far behind, if I focussed my hearing enough I could hear the distant sound of their feet meeting the cobblestones.
The place was dark and filthy and the stench was horrid and I wondered what barbarians I would encounter here.
Eventually everyone else had caught up and were now here and quickly we were being attacked by the night creatures.
I wanted to get away, to run down the corridor I could sense Van was down but I was being assaulted left and right by these creatures of the night and even as I tried with all my energy and abilities to clear a path through, I couldn't.
The fighting continued and I tried as best as I could to keep myself and my friends safe but I barely had enough magic to serve myself after waking up, let alone so many other people.
Somehow, in a way I wasn't certain what had happened, the fighting stopped and we were surrounded by the dead bodies of Dracula's creatures but when I looked around to check that we were all still alive, Ethan wasn't there.
Then I began to panic, had they killed him? Was he still alive? but then my questions were silenced when I saw him walking out from the shadows.
I knew something was wrong immediately, I saw how his shoulders were slumped and how his face was utterly tear stained and face vacant.
A fear I'd never experienced before began to consume me as I asked, "Ethan, what happened?" And now I knew I didn't want to know the answer.
He didn't answer, "Ethan what happened!?" I shouted at him and then his eyes met mine and I knew what had happened.
"Y/n," he began to say, voice weak but I didn't need him to finish, I didn't want him to finish that sentence.
"No," my voice was no louder than a whisper as I stood there. "No, No, No," each time my voice got louder and I looked around in a frantic panic.
"NO!" I screamed running at Ethan before being stopped and grabbed at the shoulders by Kat but it wasn't him I was after.
I ripped Kat's grip from my shoulders, my shouts turning into screams and tears tracking down my face faster than a waterfall.
Once I'd gotten free of her grip I broke out into a run and sprinted down the corridor Ethan had emerged from.
I heard them shouting after me and their shouts for me to stop but I couldn't, I was frightened, frightened that what I saw in Ethan's eyes were true.
I made it to the end of the corridor, a door now facing me and my vision was blurred by the tears that hadn't fallen.
I stopped and hesitated my hand shaking as I went to open the door further to enter, paralysed by the fear of what I might see.
But then I opened it and that's when my entire world came crashing around me like shattered glass.
There she was, the woman I loved, the woman I had been through Hell and back to fight for, laying on the floor dead.
That's when I lost control of my body and an ear piercing, soul shattering scream ripped from lungs and out into the world.
I fell to my knees by her body, shaking violently as I scooped her head and chest into my lap. Her skin was so cold and pale and her heartbeat was almost none existent.
"Van," I whispered, my voice uneven from the tears "Van I'm here, I'm here please don't go," I cried to her praying she would hear me.
"Y/n she's gone," it was Ethan's voice I heard behind me but I couldn't accept it, I refused to accept it. Even if I had to fight the Devil myself I would bring her back.
"She's not," I spat at him not allowing myself to take my eyes off Vanessa for even a moment. It was his fault she was like this, she was completely alive before he'd seen her, I knew that, I could feel it.
But even now, I knew there was a little bit of life force left in her, the connection we shared told me so and the slow and radically uneven beats of her heart reminded me.
"Vanessa come back to me," I spoke "I know your still there." There was no response, no flutter of her eyelids and I feared that she was actually gone.
"I love you," I whispered as I kissed the top of her head, not wanting to say goodbye and a single tear slipped down from my cheek and fell onto her own. I didn't want to accept that she was gone.
Now I held her body closer. I'd failed to protect her, this was all my fault, I'd let her die. I wasn't here and so I'd tortured her into accepting this fate. I was the one who deserved to die not her but I didn't think the world would accept the trade no matter how many times I offered it.
"Y/n," it was the faintest of sounds but even then I'd know that voice anywhere, how it had made me laugh and how it had made me smile.
"Van," I whispered back looking down at her and then I saw her, her eyes had fluttered open, she was still deathly pale and her eyes were sorrowful but she was alive.
"You're alive," she whispered her voice cracking as she tried to lift a hand to stroke my cheek. When her hand met my cheek, I held it there with my own, crying anew and smiling.
"Yes, yes I am Van, I'm here, please stay with me," I told her hurriedly gripping onto her like a lifeline, I couldn't let her go a second time.
She looked at me with her beautiful eyes that were still a pretty blue. She looked at me and smiled, a sorrowed smile, something mixed with a strange and twisted happiness but a strong sadness.
"I can't," she whispered to me, her thumb stroking me on the cheek as I continued to hold her close.
"I have to go Y/n," her voice was so weak and tired, "I can't live anymore, I don't deserve to, I've caused so much pain and I can't keep hurting you or anyone else. It doesn't matter where we take this road, someone has to go."
"No Van, no don't say things like that, you've never hurt me, you've only ever loved me, if one of us needs to go, please let that be me."
"I can't do that Y/n, I want you to know that you couldn't have loved me better but I want you to move on."
"But remember all the things we wanted, all the memories we still have to make. Remember Van, you and me against the world, I need you." I cried and cried I couldn't let this be true.
"You'll go on without me Y/n, I promise you'll find love and live a good life," her voice was almost gone "we were always meant to say goodbye, now let me go Y/n."
"I can't do that Vanessa, I love you to much, please just let me be selfish this once." I had to convince her out of this.
"I love you to Y/n, I've always loved you but we both know I need to die, because I'm already gone." Then I watched how with her last bit of strength, Vanessa pushed herself up and pressed her lips against mine and I knew it was a final goodbye.
"You were my only love Y/n," and with my name, Vanessa's eye began to close and her body fell back into my arms and that's when I felt our connection fade out of existence and the whole world went silent with her.
"And you were mine," I whispered into her ear and then my entire world was consumed by grief, guilt and sadness and all I did was cry. I cried with the love of my life still in my arms and now I'd never felt more alone.
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Vanessa ives - where we meet at a ball and she ask us to dance, she never got our name and follows us home to find out we are the daughter of Evelyn Poole. So we start seeing Vanessa behind our mothers back and maybe if you could add some smut between us and vanessa?
Forbidden Love- Part 1- Vanessa Ives
A/N: Hey @wandamaximoff2823 thank you for your request, I'm so sorry for the long wait, I've been really struggling to get back into writing but better as never I suppose 😅, anyway I hope you enjoy this and that it was worth the wait.
Warning(s): Scars, smut, mentions of neglect/abuse.
I was never one to be interested in the intricacies of the aristocratic ways of the upper class but mother had asked me to be here and what ever mother asked you to do was never a simple request but a very firm order.
I entered the lavish estate of a Mr Dorian Grey, unescorted of course, how scandalous. A butler or perhaps he was a servant came and took my cloak and directed to me where all the fuss and chatter was coming from, so I followed the sound of champagne induced laughter and discussion of who owned the most properties in the countries, which took me to a grand ballroom which was filled to the brim of upper class Londoners, an orchestra and the walls were completely lined with portraits, show off.
I weaved my way through the large doorway that lead into the ballroom a feat which would have been easier if everyone was deciding to take up the space. I'd originally dressed to blend in and not draw in to much unwanted attention, who would have thought that wearing dress of gold and white (the opposite of what my mother would have ever approved of) would have caught so many stares and glances.
A server came to me with a tray of champagne and though I was usually partial to a class or two I knew I had to keep my mind as agile as possible for the task my mother had sent me to do. I was told to not get to close to Miss Ives but just enough to use some effective Nightwalker magic on her mind, this should have been Hecate's job not mine but apparently according to mother "Hecate had her own tasks" I would have used the chores or enslavement but I'd rather not have a gash from the tip of my cheek to my chin so I kept my mouth shut.
For a moment as I was thinking a man approached me and I could already smell the alcohol from a mile, this would be wonderful not, I snarled for a moment at the thought but as the man was now in reach of me I returned my face to its natural composure.
"What's a charming dove like you doing all alone and without a chaperone?" This man, who looked old enough to be a someone who should start writing their will, asked me. Who looked like the usual upper class prick, my least favourite kind of mortal irritation.
"That is none of your concern sir, now if you wouldn't mind walking off to go and compare your assets, though I'm sure yours are lacking by the looks of things, with the other gentlemen I'd be most thankful." I said the man with my best 'I'm super important' voice but when the man didn't leave I know that my word choice may have been a little too much.
"How dare you speak to me in such a way," The man snarled at me and was quick to grab my upper arm harshly and with so many people in the room it would be easy to not notice or ignore what he was doing. "Now judging by your dress I'd say your still a maid, so why don't you be a good little heiress and have a drink with me on the balcony," Damn this dress I just wanted to wear something that was the opposite of the scars on back and now I was being mistaken for a maid because of it, just fabulous.
As more time passed and I hadn't responded, the man's grip on my upper arm was becoming painfully tight and even for someone like me, I couldn't hold back a wince.
"Ah cousin," I heard a feminine voice call out and upon hearing the voice my head turned abruptly to the direction of the voice and then I saw her. She had raven black hair, sky blue eyes and pale ivory skin and was wearing the most fabulous black and red dress I'd ever seen and she was walking over to me. Well that's half a job done and half a job failed.
Once she stood by my side she began to speak again, "Thank you for keeping my cousin company Sir," She spoke to the man who still had his hand on my upper arm, "But now that I am here I believe she is no longer in need of your company," Her voice which originally was soft and compliant of any woman in this room and now become more natural almost steely.
I could feel the man's grip tighten and I knew who was about to say something but for whatever reason after he made eye contact with my ravenette saviour he let go of my arm completely and walked off without another word. My first reaction was to rub at my arm, even if I knew it would heal within a minute or two.
"I Apologise for the cousin lie but I can tell when a woman is uncomfortable." She spoke to me with a kindness I knew would be there if she knew who I actually was. "My name is Miss Ives," She spoke again with a slight bit more formality, extending out a hand for me to shake and suddenly I was grateful to the creme gloves I was wearing because if I weren't she'd probably be able to sense exactly what I was.
"No apologies needed, It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Ives." I spoke with the same slight formality as she but then I soon thought of the implications of my words and I began to internally kick myself for making such a slip up, my mother was going to kill me if I messed this up.
"To finally meet me?" She looked at my with a smile and odd confusement in her expression. "Why have we been intending to meet one another before today?" She asked me curiously with a slight chuckle to her voice which was somewhere between being eerie and joyful.
"Not at all, I simply meant that," I paused for a moment to think of a better excuse for my slip up, "I've heard your name on people's lips before, it's nice to put a face to the name, Miss Ives." I said coming up with something that I thought was a decent enough excuse that would hopefully appease her curiosity.
"Oh, I didn't know I was a topic of gossip," She spoke again and though she was trying to feign ignorance I could tell she had noticed my slip up by the way her eyes looked at me and how her pupils darkened with triumph at her victory.
"Well anyway would you care for a dance?" She asked me her tone lighter with an undertone of something that was perhaps mischief, as she gave a slightly bow and extended out hand, facing upwards, to me.
"Well people do like to talk," I was very quickly scanning the ballroom for a quick escaped to the exit and when I found it I took my chances, "I must be going Miss Ives, good evening." I said the formal goodbye and quickly left through the small gap that had been left to the exit and retrieved my own cloak and quickly began to set off back up to the manor we were staying in that was slight ways away.
As I walked under the nights dark sky at a brisk pace, I thought of how I knew my mother would be anything but pleased at what she would see as a display of my incompetence at not completely her 'simple' task but I also thought about how what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, a policy I very much enjoyed using with my mother. Though if she were to ever find out I knew I'd probably be crucified upside down with no last words being allowed.
Not long later I made up back to our home, a manor that was slightly outside of central London. I walked up the stone steps that led to the large front doors which i opened with a heavy gust of wind which came when I turned my wrist in just the right way and I walked inside oblivious to anything else as I took my cloak off and threw it somewhere I didn't care to check.
As I walked further into the foyer at the front of the manner, I started ragging the gloves of my arms and unpinning the mass of my that sat atop my head. It felt euphoric when my hair cascaded down my back because finally all the weight was off the crown of my head and sighed out in a pleased way not caring for all the bobby pins that were fall the marble floor and making a clattering sound.
For a moment all I thought I could hear was the clattering of my bobby pins on the floor, which was a lovely relief because it meant that my mother possibly my sisters weren't in the manor or they were at least asleep, either way I was happy to not be bothered by any of them.
As I just about started to walk up the overly elaborate staircase upstairs, I heard a bang and then a mumble and quickly whipped my body around to the direction of the sound which just happened to be the front doors and then I saw her, Vanessa, well this is just fabulous.
"Miss Ives, what on earth are you doing here?" I asked feigning confusion and innocence as I walked down the few steps I had just walked up. I then walked over to where Vanessa was, in the middle of the foyer, taking in her surroundings of the dark and quietly frankly disturbing manor.
"You never told me your name," She began to say, the meaning behind her voice was obviously detached from what she was saying to me as she was to focused on surveying her new surroundings. "What possible reason do you have for being here?" She asked me finally making eye contact and her steely gaze was hardened and distrusting.
She must be able to feel the aura of the manor, Hell she probably had a pretty good idea about who lived here which meant she probably knew what I was. "Miss Ives I know how it may look but..." I began to say to Vanessa before I heard the creaking of floorboards coming from upstairs and as the noise grew closer the sound of footsteps accompanied it.
A horrible sense of dread filled my chest because I knew that it was just the wind or if it was a person, as I suspected it was, it wasn't one of my sisters, it was my mother. I didn't have much time to think and I'm not sure what compelled me to do it but I quickly faced Vanessa agin and twisted my wrist in her direction and a gust of with pushed her against one of the far walls and quickly I consumed her in enough mist to make her invisible.
Just as I turned back around to face the staircase but before I was able to regain my composure, my mother was at the top of the staircase in one of her robes and her hair pinned. "Oh mother, hello," I spoke trying calm my voice down as to not give anything away.
"Y/N you've returned, I assume the task I sent you on was a success then." She phrased it in a way that anyone would think it was meant as a question but I knew she didn't mean it as one, she never did.
"Yes mother," I spoke with my head bowed, lying through the skin of my teeth, praying she wouldn't notice my lie. "Lucifer's bride had a bit of a manic episode at the party and fainted," I explained to my mother whilst trying to come up with a believable lie, we were expected to refer to Vanessa as Lucifer's bride, the thought always made my skin crawl but I'd never let it show.
"Good, I'm pleased to hear," I eternally sighed of relief when my mother spoke like she had know idea that I had lied to her and I was grateful for it. "Well I shall retire for night now," She then finished saying as she walked back the way she came and the sound of her footsteps soon disappeared completely.
Once my mother was gone I couldn't even give myself a moment to enjoy my victory as I know Vanessa was still stuck the wall and covered in mist. I quickly ran other to where I cast her off and released from my nightwalker magic, to which she fell from the wall gasping for breath.
"Miss Ives," I quickly got down on the floor as she was still gasping, "Miss Ives you must leave, if my mother or sisters find you here you will never leave," I tried to encourage her off the floor and I eventually got her to her feet but she wasn't leaving. "Listen, I understand your in shock and still recovering but you have to leave right now," I kept urgently encouraging her to leave but it wasn't quite working. "Vanessa!" I shouted her name and this finally snapped her out of wherever she'd been in her head, she made eye contact with me once before running out of the manner and disappearing and all I could do was finally sigh in relief. What a night.
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So I've had to split this request into two parts because it was getting a little long. Anyway, thank you all for reading, I hope you all enjoyed and until next time fellow readers.
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Hello! <3 first i hope you're doing okay, do you think you could write for vanessa ives x fem reader pls?
The Clairvoyant's White Witch
Summary: After witnessing the events of Mr Lyle's Friday evening party, a woman seeks out Vanessa Ive's and Sir Malcom to offer her assistance in finding Sir Malcom's missing daughter but at first she will only speak to the infamous Miss Ives and soon a fleeting feeling becomes so much more.
Warnings: (social anxiety, quick mention of death and demon possession)
After the events I'd witnessed at Mr Lyle's London establishment, I couldn't force the images out of my mind. I'd never seen a possession of such a magnitude before and the vile things that poor woman had been put through made my stomach churn. So after a quick conversation with another woman in attendance, I soon learned the woman's name and the name of the man she had accompanied and I knew I had to do something to help.
The streets of London were frigid the next night, as I walked through the aristocracy sector of the city. It hadn't taken me very long to learn of the address I required and now, with only the light from the gas lamps and the moon, I found myself standing before a grand manor house, with my hand coming up to knock at the door.
I gave two firm knocks before the door was opened by a man that I presumed worked for Sir Malcolm, who owned this home. Out of instinct upon realising my close proximity to the man in the entrance I took a step back and waited a moment before I spoke.
"Good evening, I'm here to see Sir Malcolm and Miss Ives," I spoke quickly and politely before being allowed to enter the home. Upon walking into the entrance hall, the man who had allowed me in asked for my shawl and coat though the request only made me pull the material of the shawl closer around my shoulders, though I soon relented and handed over my coat.
I was now standing in my blush pink and white gown with my shawl being in a secure place around my shoulders. "Ma'am if you'll follow me into the Drawing Room please," The gentlemen who welcomed me in requested and I began to walk towards what I believed to be the Drawing Room.
The door was then opened for me and I soon caught site of two people already occupying the room. Suddenly I felt terribly self conscious, perhaps it had been stupid to come, maybe I was being to impulsive or I'd had to much to drink the night before.
Yet when I actually thought about it I knew, deep down, that I still wanted to be here and I still wanted to offer my help.
"Hello Miss, I'm Sir Malcolm and this is Miss Ives," an older gentlemen introduced himself and then gestured to the woman who stood to his right. I knew he was the one who owned this establishment, I'd tried to do a little research before arriving tonight, if only to quell my anxiousness.
Then my blue eyes wondered and I found myself looking at the woman I'd seen last night. I thought she had been beautiful the night prior, regardless of what occurred but looking at her now, I could only attest that she was even more stunning. Her black hair was uncharacteristically down for a woman of her status and she wore a lovely yet simple black laced frock.
"Good Evening, I'm Lilian Damar and I um...." My sentence quickly broke off as Sir Malcolm began to walk over to me to presumably shake my hand in greeting and I could feel my palms begin to sweat and suddenly my hands needed something to do, so I unconsciously began to tug at the sleeve of my dress.
"A pleasure Miss Damar," Sir Malcolm began to announce as It seemed he hadn't seen my change in demeanour but before he could walk passed the couch that divided the room Miss Ives spoke up and halted him.
"Sir Malcom could you please excuse myself and the Lady Damar, I'd wish to enquire as to why she's here first." This had Sir Malcolm coming to halt and soon his back was facing me as I wondered if perhaps the two were now having a silent conversation.
It seemed it didn't matter as quickly after Miss Ives had spoken, the older gentlemen was leaving the Drawing Room, now leaving just myself and the ravenette.
The room's door soon closed and I was quickly looking back at the woman that stood on the opposite end of the room to me. She hadn't even met me yet and already I saw how her eyes looked at me with something more than interest and I could only hope it wasn't pity.
"I do hope I made the right judgement in sending Sir Malcolm out," She began to say walking over to the couch that sat close to the fireplace, with a gentle hand gesturing for me to sit with her.
As I waited for her to continue, I quickly took her up on her silent offer to sit down and soon found myself seated a mere foot away from this enchanting woman.
"When I saw how your hands tugged on your sleeve I thought it may be best for now." That's when I saw how she smiled at me and now I realised it wasn't pity in her eyes but understanding and suddenly I felt far more comfortable now, then when I had entered in before.
"You did Miss Ives," I reassured, struggling to loose my more upper class voice but perhaps my natural tongue would come through soon enough, once I became a little more comfortable here.
"That's good to hear, now down to business, why is it you have come here tonight?" Her tone only shifted slightly as she spoke and even then it only became more confident not sounding harsh at all.
"Well, you see Miss Ives," I began and then took a quick steadying breath before continuing, "I was in attendance at last nights festivities and I witnessed what happened so I've come here to tonight to offer my help."
That certainly wasn't as hard to say as I thought it was going to be and that only served to make my confidence grow. Then I looked at Miss Ives intently, as I watched the gears in her head turn and move as she thought over my words.
"And what is it you believe us in need of help with, if you don't my mind me asking?" Her tone was skeptical now and her brows furrowed together as her icy blue eyes narrowed soley on me.
"I heard that Sir Malcolm's daughter has gone missing and after last nights... ordeal, I believe that it is no common disappearance but instead apart of something that isn't within the control of the mortal realm." I was originally unsure how to refer to last nights events, I didn't want to upset the ravenette that sat across from me and I knew how hard it was to live with things inside you that could sometimes be outside of your control.
"And how is it you came to that conclusion?" She was a smart woman, I could feel it as soon as I stepped inside the room, her demeanour practically exuded intelligence and a knowledge stronger than most women of her age and status, she truly did seem to be the diamond within the rough.
"I don't commonly see women being possessed by the supernatural and certainly not to the extent that you were, which I truly am sorry I couldn't prevent but I believe that to be evidence enough to back up what I have said."
It was so tempting to place a comforting hand over her own paler one and perhaps I would have, maybe I did, I had started to at least but then I quickly retracted it. I knew, much like myself, she wouldn't want my pity and though that wasn't what I would've been trying to give her, I knew she wouldn't have seen that immediately.
A scoff then came before she shook her head in somewhat annoyance, "How could you have possibly prevented it?" She asked me almost mockingly.
"Perhaps I couldn't have prevented it but I could have maybe weakened it's effects, perhaps I could have even expelled the demon sooner than it had left. I'm not sure, I couldn't even guarantee such a thing." I had truly wanted to do something but everything seemed to happen so quickly and there were so many people, if I'd intervened then I probably would already be dead.
"There's nothing you could have done," Her tone had certainly lost the the gentleness of earlier but there was still a hint of kindness left. She probably thought I was lying, making something outlandish up just to gain attention but I knew my next words would put to rest such thoughts.
"Perhaps not but a White Witches job is to help those who need it Miss Ives and that's what intend to do. You can have Sir Malcolm come back in now."
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Part 2 is now out.
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Vanessa Ives x Fem!Reader: At Night
Summary: When they come for you, an unexpected presence keeps them at bay.
AO3
A/N: I’ve been dealing with a lot of intense loneliness lately. I don’t feel especially appreciated or seen in the majority of my relationships, so this was more or less a way of me working through some of it. So that is that.
Warning(s): Very vague references to su*c*de
They come at night.
When the dark blue sky fades into black and the beds are turned down, they come. Swirling, thrashing, throwing themselves at you violently. They have no faces. No bodies. But they have voices. Harsh whispers like nails on a chalkboard.
They surround you completely, making your limbs heavy and chest ache. You can’t escape them. No distance traveled can keep them away. From coming for you.
For years, you let them. Let them bury you and tarnish what you’d become. You lived each day in fear of the night, of never escaping the monsters that were slowly ripping away pieces of your mind and heart. Of your soul. You’d never asked for one anyway, what did it matter if they took it?
Then something shifted.
Whether it was with you internally or something beyond your control, it didn’t matter. You felt the difference; barely there, ever-so-slightly detectable. And it made itself known that night.
You let yourself drown beneath the monsters, feeling the words like blows to your skin. All you wanted, craved, was to be free of the whispers and the pain. Even enlisting the help of a special bottle or two. Anything to be free.
But before you could twist anything open, there was a hand on top of yours, stopping you. It made you jump. You lived alone, who would be in the house with you?
You looked up and felt the fear melt away, looking into the eyes of a woman who was so beautiful it should have been a crime. They were soft and pleading. And though you had no idea who she was, you felt that they weren’t normally so open.
“There’s no need for that.” She whispered, moving them away from you, never pulling her hand from yours.
“It hurts. I-I want it to stop.” You said back.
“What hurts?”
“My heart… my soul. It aches and aches, I can’t escape it.”
Her eyes had a knowing look in them. The knowing hid barely-there sadness, breaking your own heart. You didn’t want to ever see such a look in her eyes again. If you ever saw her again, that was. You weren’t entirely sure that you weren’t going insane and seeing visions.
“Maybe it isn’t about escape,” She said softly, brushing a piece of hair from your face, “But instead, acceptance. Embrace the ache and bend it to your will. Use it as an armor.”
“If I let it in, I won’t survive it.”
She shook her head, though she still looked knowing. Like it wasn’t the first time she’d heard this. Or thought the same.
“You wouldn't live with it if you couldn’t survive it.” Her voice left no room for argument or doubt, but her gaze was open.
You’d avoided it all for so long. The pain. The longing. The loneliness. Of sitting in parlors, watching people move freely, but feeling restrained. How the spaces around you always felt too empty. You were constantly surrounded by people, yet none of them saw the cracks in your smiles or bright words. None of them cared to see.
It was like a dam breaking, as it all came rushing through you. Your chest ached in a way you’d never felt. Like it was hollow and too full at the same time. As the tears threatened to spill over, you clutched the hand in yours tightly. She squeezed back.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” You choked out.
“Then you won’t be.”
Though it still hurt, though you had dozens of questions rolling around in your mind, you felt safe. You felt seen and appreciated, trying not to be hurt by how foreign the feeling was. She was steady and gentle. Loving. You had no idea who she was, but you didn’t need to. You could feel that somehow you knew her. That the two of you were connected.
And for the first time in your life, the monsters didn’t come at night; scared away by the strong presence at your side, holding your hand in her’s.
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