#Eugene fluff

[lookismfanfics]

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Just some cute fluff. Eugene • Jake • Hudson

𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞

🝮 He enjoys the feeling of your fingers intertwined.

🝮 He has a habit of folding his hands behind his back. It’s either that or resting them together on a table.

🝮 It’s a comfortable position for him. He never realized it felt even better to hold some else’s hand.

🝮 The warm tingle when your fingers brushed into his palm was something he looked forward to.

🝮 Never in public. Always in private.

🝮 Sitting down with you after a long day, resting his eyes, cradling your hands with his

🝮 That’s an ideal situation for Eugene. He couldn’t ask for much more.

🝮 He enjoys holding your hand up to his cheek, letting you caress his face. Sneaking small kisses against your fingers. Never letting go of your hand.

🝮 You’re probably the only one that can tell… but it doesn’t change the fact that Eugene is down bad for you. It also doesn’t change the fact that he’s touch starved in a way and hates to admit it… but holding your hand is the tiny amount of contact that he tolerates and enjoys-

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 Now as willing to hug and kiss all the time is Jake is, sometimes he just likes to keep it simple.

🝮 It’s romantic to him. Holding your hand.

🝮 Your hands slip into each others so easily, it’s almost like they’re puzzle pieces.

🝮 He gets tingles whenever your fingers lace together. For all his talk, Jake is pretty inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships.

🝮 He reaches out to pull you closer, bringing you to his side as you walk down the street. Arms brushing against each other, hands pressed together.

🝮 Not all the time, but sometimes. He’s not overly affectionate of course. He’ll initiate hand-holding on walks… during dinner…

🝮 Hold hands as he kisses you senseless. Interlock fingers as your free hand digs through his hair. Hold hands as he presses his body against yours and molds his lips with yours.

🝮 Yeah… Jake likes to hold hands.

𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

🝮 His knuckles are rough and withered as sand paper, to be frank.

🝮 He’s even cut his niece’s forehead before… trying to sweep some of her bangs out of her eyes. His skin is coarse… he’s aware.

🝮 He doesn’t know why you enjoy holding his hands so much.

🝮 You grab them during the cold, weaseling your icy fingertips into his warm palm. He brushes it off.

🝮 You grab his hand while you’re studying. It’s a little odd. He tries to ignore it.

🝮 When you begin holding his hand at random he finds it really unusual. You don’t actually like it… do you? The rough feel of his knuckles and palms. Even his fingertips are comparable to sandpaper.

🝮 You kiss his knuckles, dragging your lips over his coarse skin. He wants to flinch, but doesn’t. He wants to look away from you, but he doesn’t.

🝮 Holding hands with you is really nice…

Me: O-Oh…. Hey guys! Part two to bubble baths? Well you see- w-WOAH

Ya’ll: 🔪🔪🔪🔪

Me: Oh! The requests… UhM about that— WAIT-

Me: 😵

[misshorrormovies]

The way Xavier loves your smell.

He's so obsessed with kissing your neck and feeling your sweet smell.

Imagine you two being in his painting shack. You sat on his lap, his hands on your waist and casually making out when you hear a knock on the door. He groans as you stand up to open it. It was the middle of the night and Weems forbade the students to go out. You two love to sneak out and spend time together since Rowan was a pain in the ass. But who can it be?

Eugene. He was shaking and you can see on his face he was scared of something. You immediately let him in.

"Eugene, what happened?" You ask, worried.

"The monster Wednesday saw, th-the hyde, it's here, he's near the shack" he sat down on a stool as he explained.

Xavier stands up and goes behind you, his chest against your back.

"He must’ve smelled your sweet, amazing smell" he jokes in your ear.

You roll your eyes, turning around a bit to look at him. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and goes to bring Eugene a blanket and a cup of water.

[ithinkabouttzu]

hi tysm for making BoB content lmao I live for it

If you’re comfortable making nsfw content, could you write about what kinks/things in the bedroom the boys would be into?

What kinks they would have (Easy Co. )

genre: Smut; romance

warnings: Asphyxiation, blindfolds, impact play, size kink, hickeys, dirty talk, etc.

MDNI (18+ please)

Dick Winters: I definitely see him being into anything romantic, he’s more on the vanilla side but he definitely knows that he’s doing, holding hands while fucking you is his favorite thing, he’s big on eye contact too, it’s so raw and intimate and it just makes it so much more intense. He also likes being praised, he probably doesn’t even realize that he does like it but whenever you do it, it gets him sooo weak.

Lewis Nixon: He’s more rough in the bedroom, he’s a total slut for when you take control, riding him or just you initiating stuff is his favorite thing ever. He likes pulling your hair, slapping, all that nasty stuff revolving impact play, but he never tries to over do it, in reality he’s just turned on by you in general, he’s willing to do almost anything if you ask him too. He’s a major whore for you and he knows it.

Carwood Lipton: He’s so soft and sweet, he takes his time whenever he’s with you, he loves seeing you in any type of cute lacy underwear, also skirts and sundresses, anything that can show your panties are his favorite. He just loves anything romantic with you, setting some candles and putting rose pedals all over the bed is a perfect start to a good evening.

Joe Toye: He’s so passionate no matter what. He’s into choking, not in the way where you can’t breathe at all, but he really enjoys just wrapping his big hand around your small neck, I also think he has some sort of size kink, he loves comparing your hands to his and he just loves the height difference between you two. He def likes power play too, seeing you under him helpless and he definitely loves being in control.

Joe Liebgott : Very romantic, constantly kissing you and keeping his hands on you, LOVES your tits too like omg it’s his fav thing ever, He’s very passionate too, leaving hickeys all over you. I think he would really like dirty talk, Like if you tried talking him through it, he’d probably cum so fast. He’s really into anything, whatever turns you on, turns him on too. Deep, passionate fucking is his absolute favorite, it doesn’t really matter where or anything after that.

Bill Guarnere : He’s into anything and everything. He likes being dominate and being rough though, throwing you around and fucking you as hard as he can. He likes dirty talk, whispering all kinds of dirty shit in your ear while you just take it. He has a rare sweet side in him too though, every once in a while he likes to switch things up, he’ll make the setting romantic and do absolutely anything you want, while being as soft as he possible can.

George Luz : I feel like he’s really into just watching you, all the facial expressions you make when he’s fucking you, the way you look when your horny, it’s his absolute favorite. After he does something, he always looks at you for your approval in your facial expressions. He’s also a big fan of dirty talk, when you say anything remotely dirty to him he gets turned on so quick it’s not even funny. He also love loves when you play with his hair omgggg.

Bull Randleman : He really likes it when you’re touchy, like rubbing your hand up and down his chest, or grabbing him by his jaw when your kissing him omg it gets him so flustered. Also it’s kind of random but he really likes it when you scratch or rub his back, like a sweet massage always turns into something more with him, feeling your soft small hands on him gets him all riled up. In any situation where you take control he likes too, it’s nice just sitting back and letting you take the reins every once and a while.

Eugene Roe: He really likes when you praise him in the bedroom, it just makes it so much more special when he feels appreciated. Like you telling him how handsome he is or how good he’s making you feel will always make him weak. I also think he’s a real sucker for eye contact, staring into your eyes while you come undone under him is a magical sight to see. It’s so much more intimate and special and he feels so close to you afterwards.

Floyd Talbert: He likes everything, this guy is a whore at heart, he love short dresses and tight shirts, quickies in the bathroom, sneaking around to fuck, hair pulling, leaving scratches all over his back from the night before, it’s all his favorite. He absolutely loves when you go cowgirl on him, riding him at full speed with the amazing sight of your tits in his face, he also loves when you leave hickies all over his body. He’s up for almost anything, all the time.

Skip Muck: He likes to keep it fun, I think he might like some type of voyeurism, watching you enjoy yourself or vise versa, he doesn’t like getting too serious, so maybe role play here and there to just spice it up every once and awhile. He’s pretty open on trying things if you’re into it too. His favorite which is kinda random, but it’s sneaking out to go fuck. whether it’s out on a picnic or somewhere more secluded, the fear of being caught always gives him a thrill.

Don Malarkey: He’s a service dom for sureee. He’s into being intimate with you, being close as possible to you while still giving you the pleasure you deserve. The thing that really turns him on is just seeing you turned on, you are his absolute fantasy come true, so when it comes to the bedroom, he doesn’t care what it is, as long as you like it he’s willing to do it. When you kiss his neck he becomes completely yours though, willing to do anything you ask him to.

Babe Heffron: Contrary to popular belief I think he’s probably more on the amateur side of things, so I think he would be into usual stuff, he likes doing anything that brings fun to the table, if it’s a little risky then he’s down to do it with you for sure. Quickies when no one’s around, and constantly leaving hickies and bruises all over you so that everyone can see them. He finds it super attractive everytime you wear something slightly suggestive, like it gets him weak sooo quick.

Shifty Powers: He’s so romantic with you, he’s just into you you’re his kink or his turn on, literally anything you do will make his heart flutter and he can’t help but feel some type of way when you do literally anything. He’s so into needy, unplanned sex, like the random kind where you guys both need each other so much that nothing else matters.

Frank Perconte: Likes anything that is passionate, he likes the power play stuff too, blindfolds or tying you up is something that he’s always down to try, I also think he’s a slut for a nice pair of lingerie, like if you come around him wearing any sort of lacy panties then it’s over for you LOL, he’s really romantic though, taking his time with your body and finding all of the right things that make you feel good is a priority for him.

Sorry if this isn’t so good, but thank you so much for your request, lovely! If you enjoyed make sure to like or reblog :)🤍

[lllivia]

Late nights at the dorm

Wednesday x fem!reader

But I'm pretty sure you can read it as gn!reader also :)

Warnings: making out (?)

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You were sitting at your desk doing some botanical sciences homework with some soft music playing in the background when you heard three knocks on the door into your room.

"Come in!" You said raising your voice being a tiny bit confused because of the late hour, before smiling widely as Wednesday walked in "are you still not done?" Wednesday said not even bothering to look at you before sitting down on your bed in the corner of your room. "I was just finishing up, and hi to you too" you responded rolling your eyes, beginning to clean up your stuff from the desk.

"Good I was thinking we could watch a movie together" Wednesday said disregarding the slight annoyance in your voice and making herself more comfortable before putting one of your stuffed animals on her lap, secretly loving your scent being on it and smiled teeny tiny bit which went completely unnoticed by you. You glanced at her sitting with her legs crossed with your plushie on her lap with her hair slightly disturbed from moving around the bed and your gaze had nothing other than love and adoration in it for your beautiful girlfriend before getting up from your seat at the desk and turning on your laptop.

You walked over to Wednesday who was looking out at the moon outside and layed down close next to her. "What do you want to watch?" You asked putting the laptop on your stomach. "The silence of the lambs" she answered in a monotone voice laying down putting her head on your shoulder and connecting your pinkies together getting a slight pink hue on her cheeks from doing so. "But we've already watched that like ten thousand times already Wednesday!" You sighed staring at her. "And? It's a good movie" she turned her gaze from the laptop screen and saw you already looking at her with a soft smile. You pulled your hand out from hers before tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear moving ever so slightly closer.

"Can I... kiss you?" You asked waiting for her consent to do so. "please" she answered whispered leaning in a bit before her dark plump lips finally met yours in a soft peck pulling away a little to stare at the slight mark her lipstick had left before leaning in again kissing you with more desire and need. Her hands moved up to your hair while yours moved to her hips as she crawled up to straddle your lap. You sighed slightly when she ran her tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance into your mouth. This continued for a good while before you pulled away looking at the damage you'd both made. Your shirts were ruffled and your hair was everywhere, you also had a big red/purple mark on your jaw that surely was going to get some curious looks the next day. You chuckled softly not removing your arm from around her. "What?" Wednesday asked trying to stop a big smile from appearing on her face from your gorgeous laughter. "I just love you so much Wednesday" you said kissing her on the cheek.

"You're quite pleasant to be around too cara mia." was all you got in response before she layed her head on your chest and you finally started the movie that was on until way out into the night.

💗 Masterlist 💗

[gojocp]

tangled

cw: tangled au! reader wears a dress and has VERY long hair, geto as flynn ryder, reader as rapunzel featuring: geto suguru 1 | 2 |

a/n: hello!! i'm so glad you guys liked the first part, i did make some very little changes to it after it was posted, but here's the second one lmk how it is!! <33

tags: @cofijelli (lmk if you want to be tagged in future parts)

you come out from hiding behind a mannequin and clutch the frying pan to your chest.

the strange man's eyes flutter open, and you knock him out with the pan again. you look over to your chameleon, pascal, and he gestures to check for sharp teeth, as your mother was telling you all outside people have them.

you use the handle and lift his upper lip, not seeing any teeth. feeling a bit relieved, and hit him once more with the pan for good measures.

'what is mother gonna say? oh god, what do i do?' you think to yourself. 'no, this is good. i can prove myself. i am strong enough to leave.'

you head back towards the unconscious man and, using all your strength, you haul his body into a nearby closet, and block it with a chair.

you notice a crown has fallen out of the satchel, and head toward the mirror to try it on. you put it around your wrist like a bracelet, receiving a look of disapproval from pascal, and then put it on your head, earning you another.

you open the satchel and find a 'wanted' poster of the criminal in your closet. 'suguru geto, wanted dead or alive.'

"(y/n)! let down your hair!" you hear.

"coming!"

you shove the crown and poster into a satchel, and then into a nearby pot.

after helping your mother into the tower, she says,

"i have the biggest surprise for you, dear!"

"i do too.." you chuckle nervously.

"ooh, i bet mine is bigger. i'm making hazelnut soup for dinner, your favourite! surprise!"

"well.. mother. i've been thinking about what you said earlier.."

"i hope you're not still talking about the stars," she says.

"floating lights," you correct, "and yes i'm leading up to it.."

"because i really thought we'd dropped this conversation."

"i know you think i'm not strong enough to handle myself out there.." you start.

"ohh, i know you're not strong enough to handle yourself out there." she cuts you off.

"but if you'd just-"

"(y/n)."

"just listen.."

"(y/n).." she growls, feeling more agitated.

"just look, mother-"

"enough, (y/n)! you are never leaving this tower! ever!" she shouts, eyes crazed and wild.

slowly, you take your hand off of the chair blocking the closet and look at the painting you made of the 'stars'. with tears welling up in your eyes, you say,

"i know what i want for my birthday now.."

"and what is that?" she questions, pinching her nose bridge.

"new paint, the kind made from the shells you once brought me.." you say.

"(y/n), that would be a three-day trip," she responds.

"i just thought it would be a better idea than.. the stars." you sigh.

"okay.. i'll go get them."

.・。.・゜✭・.

"are you sure you'll be alright." your mother asks, packing food into a basket for herself.

"i know i'm safe as long as i'm here," you respond, hugging her as she places a kiss on your head.

"alright, i'll see you in three days," she states, lowering herself using your hair.

.・。.・゜✭・.

fwip

suguru wakes up tied to a chair, hair all around him, and a chameleon sticking its tongue in his ear.

"what the hell?!" he shouts out, rubbing his ear with his shoulder, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling.

"i'm not afraid of you.." you call out from the shadows, using your hair to swing yourself down from the ledge you were previously standing on.

"...huh?" he mumbles, shocked and confused by the amount of hair you have. "what..?"

"..how did you find me, suguru geto..?' you question, slowly raising your frying pan.

"uh- yeah, uhm. suguru's fine. anyway, it's really not that deep girlie-"

"(y/n)." you interrupt.

"yeah- i was running away from guards, saw a tower climbed it, and.." he pauses. "where's my satchel?" he asks frantically, throwing an accusing look your way.

"i've hidden it, somewhere you'll never find it." you say, crossing your arms with a proud look on your face.

"it's in that pot, isn't it," he states.

*CLANG*

fwip

"would you stop that!" he shouts, rubbing his ear with his shoulder again.

"now, i've hidden it somewhere you'll never find it." you start, "so what do you want with my hair, to cut it?"

"huh?

"sell it?"

"no?? look, the only thing i want is it to get out of your hair. literally!"

"you- wh-" you stammer, "you're telling the truth?"

"yes! i saw a tower, i climbed it. the end."

turning away, you hold pascal in your hand a communicate with him.

"i know, i need someone to take me."

"this could be my only chance." you explain to the chameleon.

coming to a conclusion, you begin, "okay suguru geto, let's make a deal."

"a deal?" he asks, giving you a judgmental look.

"yes. a deal. look here." you start, turning him to look at your painting of the lights.

"do you know what these are?' you question.

"the lantern thing they do for the lost princess?"

'i knew they weren't stars' you think.

"yes, tomorrow night, they'll float in the sky. you will take me to see them, return me home safely, and only then will you get your precious satchel. that is my proposal." you explain.

"yeah, uh, no. the city and my aren't really 'best friends' at the moment, so no. i'm not taking you anywhere." he says, trying to free himself from the hair prison.

"then you can say 'bye' to your satchel." you retort, tightening the hair on his wrists, halting further movement.

"bye then." he says, calling your bluff.

"something brought you here. call it what you will. fate, destiny-"

"a horse."

"so i have decided to trust you." you continue.

"a garbage decision at that."

"but trust me when i tell you this, you can tear this tower apart brick by brick. but without my help, you will never see your dear satchel again." you threaten, pulling the chair so he's at eye-level with you.

"i take you to see the lantern, bring you back, and you promise to let me go?" he inquires.

"i promise."

"??" he gives you a look that tells you he isn't quite convinced.

"and i never break my promises.. ever," you add.

"fine. we'll go." he sighs, giving in.

"really??" you gleam, letting go of the chair and dropping suguru on his face.

"ow."

[cupiohearts]

SWEET TALK !? - eugene, zack meets ranpo! reader

(man used in a gender neutral term)

stopping eugene's plan to destroy big deal was your grand finale for the chapter. enemies to lovers is getting quite real around here

eugene widened his eyes when he saw you walk into the filed, with no one trailing behind. he didn't recognize you at first but once he saw your signature hat he knew. "y/n! you messed with my plans?!" he shouted furiously.

you stopped crunching your lollipop to look at him. your fingers grabbed the edges of your glasses and pushed them up.

"it was so predictable, really you should keep a better eye on your contacts folder." you walked past all of the bodies on the floor, you can see daniel out of the corner of your eyes.

poor thing didn't even know what was gonna come for him. "i had uncovered all of your plans from the very beginning" you took another step forward. the space between you and eugene was just arms away.

"and how were you able to lead them away?" eugene scowled at your face. smiling you placed your hands on your hips "the detective agency has many dealing with the police."

"enough dealings to lead them away from criminals?"

you stared into the sky for a bit with a small pout "i happen to be very persuasive". the silence was loud, nobody dared utter a breath with these two clashing wits.

you pushed up your glasses and pointed at him "the difference between you and i! it's that im 20x better a man, and brains than you could ever be".

eugene could only stare at you with an unknown feelin in his chest. the type of feeling where your senses become numbed and all you could think about is what the heart wants.

currently its winning a game over you.

you had met zack with his cult dealing when you were only two years older then he was. meeting you again felt like a fever dream.

zack stared at you blankly. your face was just the same as back then (almost). your hair was atill the same length, your face had matured but it was the slight difference in eyes that had changed, and you were the same as your old self.

just as cocky as back then. you were at the school to figure out the case of jasmine.

you walked down the halls with the police officers falling close behind, the many of them were groaning while some were glad you came along for the investigation.

zack was left with his mouth wide open when you slammed your hands on his desk. "tell me what happened to jasmine huh!"

"wh- the hell.." zack slightly mumbled under his breath. staring at your eager eyes that were exploding with confidence.

you didn't need another word out of him for you to proudly put your hands on your hips.

pleased at the shocked expression on his face. "heh, criminals are so easy to figure out! come with me" you say making your way out the door with a little pep in your step. you glowed in the way you could hear students praise your confidence and.. rather baseless assumptions ?!

zack followed behind you with a look of utter confusion. you were strange. almost peculiar. he noticed how young you were. almost the same age as him. he found himself murmuring "amazing.."

you felt even giddier with his words. the smile on your face and the smile that were evident by your eyes growing even wider.

i remembered my tumblr login password. jk but anyways IM BACK (PT.2) ill give yall a lil update i watched a lot of documentaries and went through a lot of shit

and then i got bored

also kouji was supposed to be in this but i gave up trying to piece a scenario where i could fit him in 😔😔

[nikikikiko]

know bc of the afk arena lore channel on disc i am BARELY holding back from writing a small oneshot abt Eugene’s true form, and his personal feelings towards it (plus a little bit of exploration on Gavus’s feeling towards it too)

man.,.. THERES SO AMNYBPSOSIBITILIES i am dying

[captain-lessship]

Creepy Pt. 5

You yawned as you rolled over, eyes barely open when you noticed it: a hand.

“What the fu- Oh. Hello, Thing.” 

You had met Thing a few days earlier when Wednesday asked if you could fix his favorite nail polish bottle that he couldn’t get the brush out of. 

The hand signed an apology, before pushing a small note to you.

“It’s alright and thank you. Also, did you do something new with your cuticles?”

Thing signed a ‘Yes, thank you for noticing’ before dropping off your pillow. 

“Oh, let me get that for you.”

You hopped up and opened the door for him, “Tell Wednesday I hope she enjoys Out Reach Day and that hopefully we get put together, if you could?”

Thing gave a thumbs up and tapped and tipped down the hall. You walked to the note, stretching as you went to pick up the note and read it. 

You grinned as you read it, you took it with you as you got your uniform, which was slightly wrinkled. Ironing wasn’t your strong suit. 

As you got dressed, you thought about the note. All it asked was to be listening for any information about the case but how she opened it was odd: It had a tone of endearment. Finally, after brushing your teeth and hair, you were completely ready. 

You found Wednesday and Enid in the courtyard, you smiled as you walked up to them. 

“What do you think your jobs will be?” You asked.

Wednesday looked at you, “I think this is rather stupid that we are expected to work for free.”

Enid sighed, “it’s called volunteering.”

“Not when you’re volun-told.” Wednesday said. You laughed lightly. 

Enid looked at you two, a smile growing on her face and a glimmer appearing in her eyes. She knew. You looked at Wednesday, who looked back. 

Enid was suddenly jerked away by a few of her other friends. Opening a conversation between just you and Wednesday.

“I got your note from Thing this morning.” You whispered.

“I say we skip the jobs and go to the library.”

“Typically, they hand out jobs at the library and those are the first offered up as trades. That way no one would suspect a thing.”

“Very deceptive. It will be easier without interference.”

You thanked Mrs. Thornhill as she handed you your envelope. You opened yours. 

“I guess I got lucky.” You showed it to her. Library. 

She showed hers to you and your eyes lit up. “You got my favorite store!” You told Wednesday about it. “Honestly, I will find information and you see if anything out of place is in there. Maybe something could trigger a vision.”

Wednesday nodded, “Divide and conquer.”

Wednesday was walking with Enid when she began to think about how she said she’d never be like her mother. She felt a odd sour sense but pride could be pushed slightly down the list of her priorities if it meant that she got to be around you. 

Wednesday sighed when she turned, “Enid, trade with me.”

“What? No way!”

“Ajax is working at the antique shop.”

Enid sighed, “Oh you so owe me one.” She grabbed the envelope and turned around. Off to Pilgrim World. 

You walked into the library, checked in for your job and began scanning the books for anything that looked like it might help. You quickly found several old history books and you pulled them from the shelves. Walking to a quiet corner, you sat down and began reading. You grabbed out your notebook from your backpack and turned to a new page. 

You had hit a interesting piece of Crackstone history. Burning witches? Could be just plain puritan bull but you had a feeling. You thought it best to take the book to Wednesday and ask her about it. 

After ripping the pages from your notebook, You looked around before grabbing up the books and putting the ones you didn’t need back. You then breathed in and slowly change the now half used notebook into the book that you were essentially stealing. 

You walked to the front to see the head librarian asleep. You simply walked right out the door and off you ran to Uriah’s Heap.

You flung open the door to the shop and looked for her but you saw Enid and Ajax, staring at you.

“Where’s Wednesday?”

Enid looked at Ajax, then at you. “Pilgrim World. We traded.”

You nodded, “Alright well. I guess I will be seeing you two.”

Now you had to break into the only moderately interesting thing this town had. You scanned the wall, thinking about how you could get up and in there. 

You took a few steps back and took a running go at it, jumping as high as you could, your hand slapping into the wood pillar. It worked! You got the idea from remembering when you and Ajax went indoor rock climbing. You’d have to thank him again later. 

You did this interchangeably as you scaled the wall. When you got to the top you saw a house that you could probably jump onto. Your ego was too inflated by your success on the wall, causing you to recklessly jump.

You missed it by two feet, landing on the ground, air getting knocked from your lungs. Your back and pride would be bruised. 

“Hey, there’s your boyfriend.”

You looked to your left to see a boy, outfit stained a brown color and Wednesday cleaning whatever it was off of him.

“Ticker?”

“Wednesday.” You smiled, “I brought you something. Nice outfit.”

“Hush. Is it in your backpack?”

“Yeah just give me minute to grab it. I think I slipped a disk.”

Wednesday shook her head in slight endearment, “I will get it for you.” She took your backpack from beside you and slowly helped you up. You th asked her before looking at the boy.

“Who are you?”

“Eugene.”

“Ohh. Okay, your the guy with the bees?”

“Yea!” 

“Cool, um. What’s on your shirt?”

“I threw up. I ate too much fudge.”

“Three pilgrims boys tried to humiliate him. I made them change their minds.” Wednesday said, flipping through the book and scanning the note book pages. “We have a meeting house to break into.”

Wednesday, you and Eugene snuck to the closed off meeting house, went around the back to see it locked it up. 

“Give me your retainer.” Wednesday said to the boy.

“Why? Your teeth are really good. Not as straight or white as Eni-“

“Now.”

The boy handed over the retainer and Wednesday picked the lock with it, then handed it back to the boy. After telling the boy to keep watch, you both went in. 

You instantly got weird vibes and the smell of staleness nearly gagged you. Wednesday looked around before stopping at a painting that looked very familiar. She noticed the book and then saw it in a display case.

When she looked at it, you opened it. She grabbed the book, disappointment radiated off her when she opened it and flipped through the pages. She said something about Etsy when the door was opened. 

You all were caught. Some super sleuthing on your all’s part. 

With more information and the knowledge that the meeting house was not the original, Wednesday and you walked to the Weathervane for her to ask someone about it. You opened the door for her, hearing the bell chime as you two walked in. Wednesday walked to the map brochure stand and pulled one from it, looking for something when you heard a familiar voice.

“I thought you were supposed to be at Pilgrim World.”

It was Xavier, dressed in a uniform.

“I deserted it while my sanity was still intact.”

He offered her a cup, ignoring you.

“I am actually here for Tyler.”

Tyler? He sounded familiar but then again, it was a basic name.

“I told you he was bad news.”

Wednesday responded, then rang a bell. Another boy appeared, “You rang?”

Xavier scoffed and you stared at him. Wednesday asked for help, putting down the map, asking where the original meeting house is.

“There.” The boy said. You had to admit that he made you feel a touch insecure.

“Thank you for the help.” She said before turning to you, “Ticker.”

You both started walking away before he stopped you both. “The ruins are kinda tricky to find. I could take you when my shift ends at two.”

“We need to be back before two. Principal Weems would hang us by the ankles.” You said, annoyed tone coming out, causing Wednesday and Tyler to look at you. 

“That sounds enticing. We need to keep a low profile. I know my way around the great outdoors.”

“Don’t tell me you were a Girl Scout?”

“I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast. I actually have an uncle who went to prison for that.”

You walked a few steps behind her, thinking about the coffee shop guy. 

“As much as I love the storm cloud demeanor, what is wrong?” She asked.

“It’s nothing.” 

She stopped and looked at you. In only a few seconds, her cool eyes broke you.

“He was flirting with you. And I had a strong temptation to punch him.” 

“Be more creative and don’t worry, I have no interest in him in any fashion. He is simply a Jericho encyclopedia. “ 

You sighed, “I know. I am sorry.”

“There is no need for an apology. I think it would been a rather interesting sight to see you lunge at a barista.” 

You smiled, “Crack his coffee pot.” You joked mainly to yourself. You saw a small, so small upturn of the corner of her lips. 

[flowersandskeletons526]

Wenclair Fic - “My Darling One”

I did this in a night, please be nice. Just a little scene in the infirmary after the fight because I know, I KNOW they had an interaction like this after that hug scene

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Wednesday heard it before she saw her: a quiet, desperate plea drifting through the forest as she walked through the wrought iron gates. 

“Where’s Wednesday?”

She felt it before she saw her: strong arms thrown around her torso, claws digging into her back and catching in the threads of her shirt, just a blur of bloodstained pink colliding with her. It was instinct, solely instinct that had her pulling her arms free and slowly pushing Enid off her. But when they locked eyes, for the first time, she felt her heart lurch with something other than fear or pain or untempered hatred. 

Tears streamed down Enid’s cheeks and cut tracks through the blood and dirt. Her expression contorted into a mask of terror and relief, desperate longing shining in those bright blue eyes. Deep lacerations were carved into her face and just barely starting to clot. Wednesday always liked the look of blood - the different shades coming from different veins and arteries, the way it dried smeared across the skin - but she realized then that seeing Enid covered in it and knowing it was the werewolf’s own, all it did was make her vision blur and her hands shake. She dragged Enid into her arms. 

Nothing in her entire life previous, no assault nor torture nor horror set in the masses’ hearts, had ever felt better than the way Enid melted into her embrace. She heaved a shaking sigh at the bubbly girl’s fingers pressing into her back. Any lingering pain drained away. She closed her eyes at the gentle nuzzle against her shoulder and the muffled whimper as she squeezed Enid back. 

After an eternity that seemed to pass in a fleeting moment, Enid’s grip on her loosened. She wasn’t used to hugs. At least, not in participating. If Enid of all people with her obvious addiction to physical contact decided the hug was over, it must be. But Enid wasn’t letting go. No, she was going slack against Wednesday, collapsing as her knees buckled beneath her, bringing Wednesday to the ground as she tried to catch her and laid her back in the leaves. 

“Enid?” Her voice tore from her throat riddled with panic. “Enid!”

A watery voice behind her shouted, “Someone get a doctor!” but all Wednesday could focus on was Enid unconscious in her arms. Any words she could conjure refused to struggle past her teeth. All she could do was hold Enid close to her chest and pray. 

Wednesday paced around the waiting room of the infirmary. She had consented to being sat down so the puncture wound in her shoulder could be stitched and bandaged but refused anything else. She couldn’t stand having more of her time wasted. No one would tell her where they put Enid. All anyone could say was “she’s okay, she’s alright, she’s fine,” so why couldn’t they just let Wednesday see her?

Bianca threw her head back with a groan from a chair in the corner. “For the love of god, sit down. Your little dog’s fine.” 

Wednesday stiffened and rounded on her. “Call her that again and I will feed your enchanted larynx to the venus flytraps in the conservatory.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Really, Wednesday,” Xavier chimed in. He sat beside her, opposite Eugene. “She’s going to be fine.”

“Stop telling me that!” she snapped. He put his hands in the air as she returned to her pacing. “They’re keeping her location hidden from me.”

“Do you always have to sound so pretentious when you talk?” said Bianca. 

“Scalpel. Larynx. Flytrap.”

Eugene reached out to touch her shoulder, but quickly withdrew when she shot him a withering glare. “Maybe she’s just not allowed to have visitors yet.” 

“Then she would not be fine.” 

“Or they’re waiting for her family to get here?”

“That does not matter.” 

“Wednesday,” Xavier began.

“If I hear your voice one more time-”

“You’ll feed me to a plant, yeah, I know.” 

“Do you think me so unoriginal as to recycle my methods of dismemberment?” she deadpanned. He swallowed hard and ducked his head. Holding a deep breath, she flexed her hands and gritted her teeth, the most obvious display of emotion she would allow herself in front of anyone besides the one person she was currently forbidden to see. She was about two seconds from reaching for one of the (many) hidden knives on her person and holding the nearest doctor hostage until she was brought to Enid. 

Eugene stood to reach for her again. Just as he raised his hand, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Bianca launched from her seat. Everyone in the waiting room wheeled around towards the sound. Wednesday took off running. 

She skidded to a stop outside a curtained off bay, her boots leaving black marks on the floor. She ripped back the curtain to find Enid struggling on a bed, claws extended and fangs bared, being held down by multiple nurses as she thrashed and lashed out at them. Her shrieking mingled with distorted inhuman roars tearing from her throat, so violent Wednesday expected to see blood pouring from her mouth with it. 

Wednesday squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. She put on her best commanding voice and barked, “Sinclair!” 

Enid froze. The nurses finally pinned her limbs down as she stared wide-eyed at Wednesday, but it didn’t matter. She ceased her struggling the moment she saw Wednesday standing at the edge of the room. Tears welled in her eyes. 

“Wednesday?” she whispered. 

The young Addams waved everyone away with an authority that sent them scurrying like rats. Wednesday closed the curtains and went to Enid’s side, reaching out to clutch her bandaged hand as her claws finally retracted. She brushed her hair out of her face, although it really didn’t matter. 

Half of her face was covered in bandages with faint smudges of red seeping through them. Gauze wrapped her arms and peeked out from beneath the collar of her hospital gown, bruises and abrasions marring any skin left uncovered. She took short, shallow, rattling breaths as Wednesday stroked her cheek. She let her eyes close and leaned into the touch. Wednesday brushed away the tears trickling down her temples. 

She swallowed hard, remembering what Enid said their first week of knowing each other, about how she sucked at comforting people. She squeezed Enid’s hand and did her best:

“Tell me what hurts.” 

Enid only whimpered and nuzzled against her hand. She ran her fingers through tangled blond hair, watching Enid’s face relax under her ministrations. 

She tried again, gentler this time, and to her later utter embarrassment, took a page from her father’s book.

“Cara mia,” she cooed. Enid’s eyes opened at that. “Tell me what hurts.” 

Enid whined as her grip tightened on Wednesday’s hand. “Everything,” she muttered. 

Fury flooded her. A fire raged beneath her cold, rotted heart, searing up into her head and down to the tips of her fingers and toes, burning away any sense until all she could think of was tracking Tyler down and ripping him limb from limb with her bare hands. She decided then and there that no one, alive or dead, normie or outcast, with even the slightest perceived ill intent would ever get close to Enid again. 

She would kill for her. Die for her. Take the universe and tear the very fabric of it apart if Enid wished for a simple blanket to keep her warm. She would turn the earth beneath her feet into a fortress to shelter her from any storm, any siege, any attack that may come their way. Anything Enid asked, anything she wanted, Wednesday would give it. Anything to protect her and make her happy, whether it was within human power and possibility or not, she would do. 

Enid winced, bringing her back to her senses. She realized how tight she’d been holding the werewolf’s hand and the way her own trembled as she stroked her hair. Shifting her arm, she intertwined their fingers and held Enid’s hand over her heart. 

“I guess wolfing out doesn’t protect you from feeling everything when you change back,” said Enid. “Is my family here?” 

“No.”

Enid laughed, a weak, hollow sound. “Good. All my mother would care about is me finally wolfing out. Who else is here?”

“Eugene, Bianca, and Xavier.” 

“Ugh to everyone but Eugene.” 

It brought the smallest of smiles to Wednesday’s face, but with the way Enid’s face lit up from it, she knew she did something right. But it only stayed for a moment before her eyes turned aside and any humor slipped from her expression. Wednesday found herself trying to chase that happiness to bring it back. Part of her recoiled in disgust at that urge, but the rest begged to fall right into it. 

Enid choked on her words. “What about Tyler?”

“Shot, in chains, in an armored truck far away from here.” 

“Okay.” 

Wednesday nodded. She pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Enid’s hand. Enid let go and traced Wednesday’s jaw with shaking fingers. Wednesday kissed her palm, then her wrist, all the way down her arm until she pressed one lingering kiss to the corner of her lips. Enid’s face was bright red when she pulled back, eyes blown wide as she stared up at Wednesday in shock. Wednesday put her hand over her heart again. 

“I will never let anyone harm you again, darling one. Ever,” she vowed. She swiped her thumb across Enid’s bottom lip. “My shining sun. My star. I will protect you against everything wicked in this world. I am at your beck and call.” 

Enid made a startled sputtering noise before clearing her throat and cupping Wednesday’s cheek. “What does cara mia mean?” 

“My beloved.” 

“Call me that again.” 

Someone ruffled the curtain. Eugene’s voice came from the other side. “Wednesday? Enid? Mind if we come in?”

Wednesday looked to Enid. Enid nodded. “Come in,” she called. 

Eugene, Xavier, and Bianca filed into the room, joined by Yoko and a gaggle of other students, all grinning and waving to Enid. Wednesday’s face immediately fell into its usual disgusted, aloof mask as she stood, ready to stab everyone sans Eugene. 

Enid grabbed her sleeve. “Wednesday, no.”

“Wednesday, yes.”

“Wednesday,” she pressed. “Sit.”

She clenched one fist but obeyed Enid’s instructions anyway. Bianca snickered behind her hand, glancing Yoko’s way as the vampire mumbled “whipped” under her breath. 

A single squeeze of Enid’s hand kept Wednesday in her seat, but it didn’t stop her from glaring daggers at the two of them. And as Enid laughed and smiled with her friends, everyone going around wishing her well and congratulating her on the “badass fight” as so many put it, Wednesday sat dutifully by her side, holding her hand the entire time. 

[seabreezeraincloud]

Feeling particularly peeved by the "Rapunzel and Cassandra's friendship was unhealthy, therefore they shouldn't be friends at all" take tonight because while I'm the last person to deny how toxic of a friend Rapunzel was for Cassandra, I also heavily disagree with the notion that just because they had an unhealthy friendship means that's what their relationship is doomed to be for all eternity.

Like. Rapunzel is 21 at the end of the series. Yes, she is an adult, but she's still so young in the grand scheme of things. No, her flaws that harmed Cass aren't really addressed in the show itself, but that doesn't mean she can't or won't work on them in the years to come. Cassandra isn't the only human in the world with boundaries, and if Rapunzel wants to have healthier interpersonal relationships overall, she can't (and I honestly don't think she would) just shrug her shoulders and say, "Oh well, guess I just shouldn't be friends with people who can't handle my toxic behaviors!" Like no, she is capable of growing and doing better. She just needs time and people in her life who can hold her accountable when she messes up.

And the fact that she lets Cassandra go despite how hard it is for her is a good first step! They are able to part ways on good terms and take some time to grow separately with different people. Rapunzel needs more close friendships outside of her easygoing romantic partner and her reserved servant who can't truly say no to her, and Cassandra needs more close friendships outside of her boss whom she's never truly off-the-clock from being under the authority of. And having these new important relationships doesn't mean they love each other any less.

[xpiece-ws]

Finally, I updated some more chapters! Must apologize for the much I've lated since I've last uploaded, but English isn't my mother language, so I've to constantly reread it and correct from grammar and bad writtem sentences, so I work slower than other creators. However, I really appreciate all your support, guys!!!

Elsemore, the official content of AFK literally bursted the first chapter when it was already written, but, as it's just an AU, I know that it's okay, even if it's really far from the canon story 👍💖

[ducky-died-inside]

Hello there, Ducky! I hope you’re doing well. May I suggest Varian with a Gender Neutral s/o who is a pirate? Like idk how to expand ahh like just a funky pirate s/o that sings him sea shanties and brings gifts from far away places? Much obliged, stay safe!! Feel free to delete this req if you’d like

The Wellerman: Varian x GN Pirate Reader

Summary: Headcanons for if you were a pirate and Varian's s/o

Genre: mostly fluff with a bit of angst

Notes: I love sea shanties so yes. Also I'm just doing headcanons for this bc I tried writing a fic but my motivation and inspiration dried up. Reader is 21 and Varian is 20.

Warnings: bit of blood and small stab wound, cursing

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He absolutely LOVES your voice, no matter what you think about it

He will beg you to sing any songs you learned from sailing or other pirates

His favorite is the Wellerman (this is my favorite and I'm definitely projecting shhhh)

"Please, Y/N! You like singing it, I like hearing it, it all works out!

"Fine, but this is the last time today."

"Yay!"

There once was a ship that put to sea...

You steal little things that remind you of him while on your travels

It's mostly rare chemicals and shit that he mentions in passing

You remember everything he needs

He never once gives you any lists of stuff, but you come home with a big ass bag full of stuff for him every time

"Y/N, this is too much."

"Nonsense! You said you needed all this shit so I got it for you!"

"...did you pay for any of it?"

"...maybe, maybe not. You can't prove anything!"

"Babes, you know I love it when you get me alchemy stuff, but can you at least try to pay for it?"

"...with money I've stolen or..."

"Oh my god. You're impossible."

"You know you love me!"

The first thing you ever bought with your own money was new alchemy beakers for him

You also find little things for Rapunzel to bribe her into letting you date Varian

Eugene and Lance tell you stories about their thieving days and you take notes on what got them caught

You eventually win Ruddiger and Max over using stolen apples

Varian demands you come back every time you get injured so he can take care of you, and while he wouldn't know if you didn't, it goves you an excuse to come back to visit

"Babes, I get that it's dangerous on the high seas, but how the fuck do you get so injured? It's almost like you do it on purpose..."

"Well, you're not really wrong there..."

"Y/N! THAT'S NOT GOOD!"

"Whaaaaat? It gives me an excuse to come back and see your handsome face."

"And while I love seeing you, there has to be a different way."

"This is nothing. This stab wound is practically nothing compared to what I've had to deal with before. Besides..."

"Let me guess, I should see the other guy? Also, that isn't comforting or surprising in the slightest and I can't decide which is worse."

"Ding ding ding! I'll be fine! 'Tis but a scratch."

"Not just a scratch. Your shirt is covered in dried blood."

"Most of it isn't mine..."

"Y/N!"

Cassandra joined your crew at one point while on her travels

You noticed her name was familiar from Varian's stories about her, but didn't question it

Cassandra's a common enough name, right? She wasn't the same one who kidnapped your partner and almost killed him?

To be fair, you almost had the first time you guys met

He had seen your sword and wanted to get a closer look

He had barely put a finger on it before you had shoved him against the wall and put it against his neck.

He was down bad immediately.

"No one touches my fucking sword except me or the people who get it in the gut. Got it?"

"L-loud and clear."

"Alright. Can I buy you a drink? That got a little out of hand there."

"That would be nice."

She caught you writing a letter to Varian one time and you guys found out how you know about her

"Whoa, what's that?"

"Believe it or not, Cassandra, but it's a letter. For someone really important to me."

"Oh do tell. Who is so special that they've got the mighty Captain Y/N blushing like a small child?"

"First, I'm blushing like a Captain. Second, if you really need to know, his name is Varian."

"Oh my god, wait. Varian?"

"Yeah?"

"Kinda short, black hair with a blue stripe in the bangs, raccoon with him all the time, absolutely loves alchemy?"

"Wait, do you know him?!"

"Know him? I almost killed that little shit!"

"Wait a minute, YOU'RE THAT CASSANDRA?!"

"HE TALKS ABOUT ME?!"

"He said something about a kidnapping some years back. Said you were a great friend until you got corrupted and then un-corrupted."

"Huh. Would've expected a worse report from him."

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That's all for now! I'll add more if I think of them!

Taglist: @ask-qiqi @kxgaminerin @nocturne-the-raven

[fluff-a-nutter]

Tickled Pink

((Ler Eugene & Lee Varian))

“VARIAN YOU ARE SO DONE FOR WHEN I GET YOU!!”

Eugene Fitzerbert stormed through the halls of the castle doing his best to ignore the weird looks and muffled snickers directed at him. Why was he the laughing stock of the palace, you might ask? Well, a certain streaky haired alchemist had taken a prank war too far and added bright pink dye to Eugene’s shampoo. The result was hair that was going to match the color of Varian’s face once he was through with the boy.

Throwing open the doors to the lab, the ex thief stormed in. Varian seemed eerily calm. That was until he saw the color in his mentor’s hair. Choking on giggles, the alchemist grinned as innocently as he could at Eugene.

“Hey, Eugene. Bad hair day?”

Eugene narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“You did this, did you not?”

Varian smirked.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?”

If it had been anyone else, Varian might have thought to be a little more worried, but this was Eugene. They messed with each other all the time. Surely his friend/older brother figure wasn’t too upset. At least, that was what he thought until he saw a familiar, evil gleam in the ex con’s face. That did make him nervous, but at the same time, a giddy, excited thrill jolted through his nervous system.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m going to do to you, Hairstripe.” Varian let out a nervous giggle.

“O-oh yeah? What?” Eugene smirked at Varian.

“Well, Goggles, I couldn’t be more happy to tell you, in fact I’m just TICKLED pink!” With those final words Eugene pounced pinning Varian down.

“Wahaihaihait! ‘Gene pleaheaheahease! Can’t we talk about this?” Varian pleaded, already giggling up a storm. Eugene shook his head.

“Sorry, kid. It’s too late for that.”

That was the last thing Varian heard before his own laughter. Eugene didn’t waste any time going for the kill, immediately clawing both his hands and vibrating into his tummy.

“OHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHODS! ITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Varian cackled, kicking his legs frantically trying to gain purchase and escape.

Eugene chuckled,

“Is it? Does it tickle real bad?” Varian felt his face heat up at the sound of that evil word!

“NOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT WOHOHORD!”

“What word exactly? Tickle? Am I tickling you, Goggles? Am I tickling you real good?” Varian simply responded with a squeal. Eugene chuckled to himself and stopped tickling Varian.

“Thahahat wahahas cruel, Eugene.” Eugene smirked.

“Oho no. I’m not done with you yet.”

Varian was about to ask what exactly Eugene meant before he felt his vest and shirt being rolled up, followed by a loud inhale.

“No! Nonononono! Pleahease! Nohot that ‘Gene! Ahahanything but that!” The alchemist pleaded, but it was futile. Eugene flashed him a grin.

“3…..”

“Nononono!”

“2……”

“Please, Eugene! I’m sorry about your hair!”

“1……”

“Ihihll make a reversal serum! I swear I will!”

“PFFFBBBTHT!!”

Varian tossed his head back and screeched with laughter as Eugene blew raspberry after raspberry on his tummy and belly button.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHSHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAND IHIHIHIT!”

Eugene simply grinned and blew more raspberries of varying size and volume, while Varian pounded on his head and shoulders to get him off.

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHORE! PLEAHEAHEHEHEASE!”

The raspberries were bad enough alone, but Eugene was also using his goatee to his advantage, using the scruffy facial hair to add to the tickly sensations, all while spidering his fingers up and down the alchemists sides. And it really tickled! Poor Varian was certain this was his doom.

“Do you promise- PPPBTHT- to make- PPPBTHTH- the serum- PPPBTHT- and change my hair back to normal? PPPBTHT!” Eugene asked blowing raspberries in between every few words to keep Varian shrieking and squirming.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! JUHUST STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHATHE!”

Eugene narrowed his eyes playfully and blew one last extra tickly raspberry right on Varian’s navel, making the boy arch his back with a deafening shriek before falling into silent hysterics.

“Alright, deals a deal, Goggles.” The ex thief said, stopping his attack so the boy could breathe.

Varian didn’t respond. Instead he yanked his shirt and vest back down quickly and hugged himself around the middle, letting out a stream of hiccupy giggles.

“Deaheaheal. I’hihill work on it.”

“Good. And if this happens again, well,” Eugene reached over and scribbled gently on Varian’s stomach eliciting a peal of cute giggles.

“Okahahahay! Noted.”

Not even an hour later, Eugene’s hair was back to its normal shade of brown. His skin however-

“DAMNIT VARIAN!! WHY ARE MY HANDS FRICKEN’ BLUE?!”

Let’s just say it didn’t take long for Eugene to have the alchemist sprawled out and shrieking with laughter again.

[ithinkabouttzu]

May I request band of brothers x reader and reader falling asleep on them?

Yes ofc thank you for your request my beloved! 💗

BoB reaction to you falling asleep on them

genre: Romance; fluff

warnings: none

Description: BoB reaction to their s/o (you) falling asleep on them for the first time

Dick Winters

Okay so I think he would he shocked at first seeing you lay your head right on his chest with ease., “What are they doing?” Is what he’s probably thinking in his head, once he finally hears your soft snores, then he’d notice that you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’s smile softly to himself, making sure to be extra quiet and careful not to wake you up. Honestly he’d be a little blushy at first too, just happy that you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep on him

Lewis Nixon

His breathing would just stop at first when you lay your head on his shoulder. Like omg? You got this man over here getting nervoussss when you do that. Like you got him scared to even move an inch. He’d even try slowing down his breathing because he didn’t want to wake you up. He’d be so sweet about it, he’d hold you in his arms and stroke your hair softly. I could also seeing him getting sleepy and falling asleep on you :,)

Carwood Lipton

He is so cute about it, he’d ask you if you’re alright, not realizing how tired you were. Once he realized you had fallen asleep on him his heart literally melted omg. And you better get that he was still as stone when you were sleeping, bc you’re his bae and you deserve a good sleep in his arms. He’d hold you so softly and feeling of your head on him would make him just content. He’d definitely fall asleep to just holding you so comfortably.

Joe Toye

A huge smile appears on his face when he sees you laying your head on him. He’s tries to play it off all chill but he’s lowkey so excited on the inside. He would wrap an arm around you and keep you secure, making sure that if anyone came by that they were quiet, and ofc making sure he was quiet himself. The cutest thing of all though is how sweet he is to you when you wake up from your short nap. “How are you pretty thing? Ya sleep okay?” UGH he’d be so cute about it. I think you just falling asleep on him would be his favorite thing about y’all’s relationship.

Joe Liebgott

Freezes in his spot when he sees you laying your head on him. “Are you okay?” He’d say, Looking at your face he would see how exhausted you looked and maybe thought that you weren’t feeling good or something was wrong. When you told him that you were just sleepy, and that’s why, he would be so sweet. Honestly he would’ve gotten so happy hearing that’s why you were laying on him. Asking you if you want his jacket or something he has for you to warm up in. Resting on him would be one of the most comfiest things ever. Plus he’d be rubbing your arms up and down, hugging you super tight and warm.

Bill Guarnere

A big ole smirk would come up on his face so quickly. “get comfy, doll” He would rub his arms down back and forth on your arm, keeping a tight grip on your body. He would be so warm and comfortable to fall asleep on, he would try and keep quiet the whole time, especially when he heard you snoring. I think he would really enjoy you taking a nap on him (LOL) , He would end up getting so sleepy, he’d try fighting it off at first but he’d end up giving up after seeing how comfortable you were in his arms.

George Luz

Oh boy, he’s a total angel about the whole thing, when he sees you lay your head on you it makes his heart beat 2x faster then it’s original pace like omg. If you look up at him, all you will see on his face is that huge bright smile of his staring back at you. On the outside he’d try to keep it cool, and not make too much of a scene, but in the inside he was literally FREAKING out, like he is totally frozen in his position because he would feel absolutely horrible to accidentally wake you up. I think he would stroke your hair really nicely, helping you go to sleep with his calming touch almost immediately.

Bull Randleman

Ugh he’s honestly the best person to fall asleep on after a long day. He’d be so nice about it, at first he’d ask you if you were okay, “Are you alright. darlin’?” and you’d reply back just saying you were sleepy or something like that, and he’d say, “Come er’ get some sleep, princess/prince” He’d hold you super soft and would be a total snuggle bug. You made his day just holding onto him tightly while sleeping. he’d be a little nervous at first, because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you or wake you at first, He would just watch you, admiring you and seeing how beautiful you truly are. He’s just so happy he gets to be around you, you make him so happy.

Eugene Roe

He’s having an internal breakdown when you just lay your head on him, you got him freaking out on the inside for real. He wouldn’t say anything to you about it though, he would just try his hardest to be natural, and he’d lean into you too, holding you by your shoulder and rubbing it slowly. He was nervous you could hear his heartbeat thumping out of his chest at first. But he still tried his best to be normal, and not make you uncomfortable in any way. Laying on him you’d almost fall asleep like immediately, there’s just something so warming about him, you just feel safe enough to sleep in his arms. While your sleeping, he thinks you look absolutely adorable. He’s ultimately glad that he’s with you right now.

Floyd Talbert

He is actually giggling on the inside like a little girl omg, also when you lay on him it’s just an ego booster, like out of all people, your laying on him, he definitely feels lucky, even though he knows his way around the ladies, all of that smoothness goes out the window with you. He just feels so happy when you lay on him comfortably, when he hears you snoring lightly, he can’t help but let out a small laugh and a huge smile. He just feels so nice with you laying on him, you are his favorite person ever.

Skip Muck

Okay so, I think he would be so so excited to be hanging out with you in general, so can you just imagine the look on his face when he sees you laying your head on his chest. Like his heart is ready to burst at any moment, don’t even get me started. I think he’d be so nervous to move, just because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. He realizes that your sleeping when he hears your soft snores for the first time. He thinks you sound so so cute, like he falls in love with you a million times more when he hears that. Ugh he’s just so obsessed with you.

Don Malarkey

This sweet boy is more than happy for you to lay down on him. You’re sleepy? Well of course, lay down. His heart rate would go up by a bunch when you put your head on him, He can’t lie though, you feel so comfortable. I think he’d end up falling asleep first though and it’d be so cute, you’d look up to see him just snoring and he was passed out LOL, It’s just that he is so comfortable around you that he can fall asleep so easily, he doesn’t know why but he just does, oh and, something else that is absolutely adorable, is how even though he’s asleep, he will still stroke you hair so softly, just because he finds it so comforting holding you.

Babe Heffron

He is so happy when he sees you lay down on him, like his smile gets so big and his heart rate starts beating faster and faster. He would be so excited but nervous while you lay on him, he doesn’t want to disturb you or something that would make you get up, once he starts getting more comfortable with you laying on him, he’d wrap his arms around you and just hug you there, he’s super super sweet when you are laying down. And when he hears you snoring, ugh he thinks you are even cuter, he’d hold you for the rest of the time, just giving your the best forehead kisses and whispering the sweetest little things in your ear while you were asleep. “You’re my favorite, you know that right?”

Shifty Powers

Oh my, this sweethearts face would get so red when he sees you just laying down ask getting comfortable on his chest. He was honestly scared you could hear his heart beating because it was going so fast. He would timidly out his hand on your back and hold you gently. Honestly he’s the most comfortable person you could ever sleep with, Like just relaxing with him will make you instantly fall asleep. He’s so sweet the whole time, just rubbing your back and hugging in the best way ever. When he sees that your sleeping a huge smile appears on his face, he is in absolute awe of your beauty and he just loves you so much.

Frank Perconte

When he sees you laying down on his shoulder his body just rushes with love omg. He would be a little nervous at first but I think after awhile he would out of instinct just wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and in reaction to that I think he’d get really sleepy, like he’d be trying to fight sleep the whole time, just because he didn’t want to be rude. But when calls your name and you don’t answer back, He would look at you and see that you’re sleeping. He would he admiring you so hard, just thinking to himself how cute you are in his arms, before he finally fell asleep himself.

[lllivia]

I love you - W. A.

Wednesday Addams x fem!vampire!reader

Can be read as gn!reader too

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Wednesday hadn't seen you the whole day. Which was extremely unusual seeing that you had most of your classes together and you were always on time, almost never missing a day of school. She even asked Enid where you were seeing that Enid usually knew about everyone's whereabouts, but when she got a "no idea. I haven't seen Y/N since dinner yesterday" in response from Enid so she went back to her dorm and sent Thing to go look for you in your room while she started packing in case she had to go exploring for you in the woods, not surprised if you had gone out looking for clues about the hyde again much to her dismay.

Five minutes later Thing came scrambling back into Wednesday's dorm and onto her desk before signaling that you were laying in your bed coughing and looking quite ill after garlic poisoning from the blood soup you had for dinner the night before.

That's when Wednesday really started to get worried, who would put garlic in your soup like that? everyone knew that garlic could be deadly for a vampire. But she didn't have time to think about that now, she had to get to you as soon as possible.

Ten minutes later she was back from the woods with a squirrel she had shot down from a tall tree with Xavier's bow that she had managed to borrow after threatening to chop off all his fingers if he refused. She was planning to drain the blood from the squirrel to make you a warm cup of blood for you to enjoy. She would much rather have you drink hers as usual but she knew that considering the condition you were in right now that it was a chance you wouldn't be able to contain yourself and might accidentally drink too much of her blood.

She made Thing carry the cup of blood while she carried with the dark typewriter and some paper to continue her novel about Viper's adventures in.

When she got to your dorm and knocked getting no response she quietly walked in, immediately spotting your sleeping body, she sighed and walked over to you bending down to give your forehead a soft kiss filled with love before walking over and sitting by your desk continuing to write about Viper's mysteries.

After writing for about an hour and a half she got up from her seat, stretching her back before sitting back down onto the edge of your bed, setting the cup of blood down on the small table you had beside you before reading out loud everything she had been writing on in the last hour.

You didn't wake up before a little after midnight noticing the strong smell of delicious blood that was coming from next to you. You looked to your side starving and grabbed the cup drinking up every single drop of the lukewarm blood in a few seconds. You then notice the small note that was laying next to the cup before picking it up and curiously reading its contents.

"Love will leave few bruises

On several occasions.

It will hit some veins,

And do some damage in parts of you

That the eyes can't see.

But,

It will not give you bullet wounds

Nor will cut deep to the soul

It will never become a bystander while

Your heart bleeds to death.

W. A."

You smiled widely at your girlfriends poem and actions knowing this was her way of saying

"I love you"

💗 Masterlist 💗

- I have not written this poem and it does not belong to me, sadly I couldn't read the handwriting of the authors name so I won't be able to give proper credit 😭 -

This might have been a bit boring to read but I enjoyed writing it at least

[mx0qin]

Im cryinf rn i literally cant find any chooch bambalazi, eddie pilikian or eugene martone fluff fanfics 😞😞😞💔💔💔