#I doubt it'd be entertaining

[otiksimr]

Hope for a brighter day

[thelivingautomaton]

alright, since the Remedy brainworms got me I've been replaying Control, got to the AWE expansion last night and picking up on all the echoes/foreshadowing for Alan Wake 2 is making me go utterly bonkers, but like. has anyone picked up on or talked about how in all of Alan's Hotline messages to Jesse, when he's writing about her POV, he exclusively calls her 'Faden'

like, maybe it didn't poke my brain the first time I played it since he does the same thing when talking about Hartman, but coming from AW2 it's pretty jarring as a stylistic oddity...almost like there's a reason (in-universe and/or out-of-universe) that he doesn't call her 'Jesse'...almost like there's only one Faden in his story...

and given how in AW2 we also get some (quasi-) clarification regarding the limits of Alan's ability to "make stuff up" vs alter and rewrite "real-world" events that he sees in clairvoyant flashes...given the Night Springs screenplay pages you can find in AWE that parallels the FBC and the events of Control (i.e. a Director and a Scientist opening a portal to another dimension, finding an eldritch Entity, the Director trying to take its power for himself and then getting taken over before shooting himself)...given how literally all of the "dreams" Dylan tells Jesse about are descriptions/viewings of stuff that takes place on one level of reality or another ("I was the director and you were an intern"; "we were in a game, and it was a fucking boring game but you couldn't stop playing it"; Mister Door, and "a world with a writer writing about a cop, and another world where the writer was real"; a "musical" about Jesse), except, seemingly, the dream about "Jesse Dylan Faden"...

guys. are you picking up what I'm putting down here. guys. GUYS

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

every now and then I just spontaneously remember that Arkk exists and that he was coded as a member of Scarlet's Army for reasons left entirely unexplained and I just go. huh.

[oflgtfol]

i had a halloween party on campus on thursday and i just wore my skeleton hoodie but i went like in all black w my spiked choker but then i realized i literally have a minecraft diamond pickaxe. i couldve been a minecraft skeleton instead of an edgy skeleton. so on monday on halloween itself im bringing my minecraft pickaxe

[lizardsfromspace]

Do you ever get kind of interested in a subject where nothing weird has happened yet but you know something weird is going to happen?

Anyway, Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. It was originally a upscale resort community, and also still is: it's where rich people from Chicago kept their lake houses, and maybe still do. Its heyday was in the early to mid 20th century, where its status as a vacation destination was so set that Hugh Hefner even put the first ever "Playboy Resort" there. I haven't been there myself, so I may be wrong, but it doesn't give me, like, Pigeon Forge or Niagara Falls energy. The list of attractions online seems to be spas and parks and a few theaters.

But Lake Geneva is more famous now for its most famous son, Gary Gygax. Over the course frigid Wisconsin winters, he and several wargaming friends who didn't become famous developed tactical wargaming into the game Dungeons & Dragons in the early 1970s. He also began hosting a small gaming meetup in Lake Geneva, later called Gen Con, which outgrew the town by the late 1970s.

As I understand it, Lake Geneva didn't really embrace its status as the Birthplace of Dungeons and Dragons. When Gygax died, there were fan-funded tributes here and there, and fans created a new convention in his honor called Gary Con where they played games from his time at TSR, but D&D was still a niche hobby and not the thing you define a rich people resort town around.

Then, whoops, shows like Critical Role turned D&D into one of the most popular entertainment properties in the world! Now there's D&D-themed events popping up all over the place. Some of this is normal, like efforts to fund a more prominent memorial for Gary Gygax, and a Dragon Days Fantasy Festival. But some are going further. Because there are now at least two proposals to create immersive, D&D-themed LARP experiences in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, population 8,227

One is a large themed restaurant/bar/wedding venue (?) called the Griffin and Gargoyle, which is supposedly opening in 2024, though all the art is concept art and they're still looking for investors.

The other one is Giantlands, the proposed theme park where the tickets will be NFTs, based on a game no one's heard of developed by the son of Gary Gygax by a company that legally can't call itself TSR anymore, but tried anyway before rebranding as Wonderfilled, and who also tried to make old Gygax games even more racist? I can't even begin to explain this. I think they got dunked on years ago but they were still hyping up its Lake Geneva theme park that's definitely going to exist this week (this is from August 11th)

What's incredible to me here is that they're boasting that their LARP theme park will be from the makers of Evermore Park. Nothing says quality in immersive fantasy roleplaying parks like someone whose main claim to fame is making that other one that failed. Wonder how many real tombstones and haunted dolls they'll buy this time. And this one appears to have fighting arena

I seriously doubt these are the only two pitches. Everyone with too much money and a love for theme parks feels the little voice in their head saying they can do the Star Wars Hotel right. I think what gets me here is, nobody would put anything like this in Lake Geneva otherwise. It's small, it's located in Wisconsin so it'd have to be seasonal, and it's less than two hours away from Wisconsin Dells - an entire town of kitschy roadside attractions - and even closer to Chicago, which is Chicago. Its tourism niche is beaches and homes around a scenic lake. The only reason to place anything there would be to honor Gary Gygax, and uh, I don't think the younger people who got into D&D with 5E really care about him, or even necessarily know who he is. Gary Con and most Gygax-themed events are for old-school gamers, not the Critical Role crowd. And they especially don't care about whatever Giantlands is. Giantlands as a game is so old-school there isn't even a PDF of the book, it's physical only. They want to build a full theme park around a game you can't even buy on DrivethruRPG. Anyway I hope all this open bc it would be funny

[estrellabayos]

Gojo Satoru X Pregnant Reader

You were lying in bed, feeling the gentle kick of your unborn child. Your due date was fast approaching, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Suddenly, the door opened, and Gojo walked in, his eyes immediately filled with a mixture of worry and awe as he saw your round belly.

Gojo carefully approached the bed, sitting down next to you and gently placing his hand on your belly. He could feel the slight movement of the child inside and a soft smile spread across his face.

"Are you feeling okay?" Gojo asked, his voice filled with concern.You nodded, leaning back into the pillows. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

Gojo stroked your belly, his touch gentle and comforting. "You're almost there," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Won't be long now until we meet our little bundle of joy."You smiled, enjoying the feel of his hand on your belly. "I know," you replied. "I can't believe we're going to be parents soon."

Gojo leaned in closer, his eyes lighting up. "I've been thinking about names," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "Any preferences?"You thought for a moment, a smile playing on your lips. "Well, I've always liked the name 'Aiko' for a girl, and 'Hiroshi' for a boy," you said.

Gojo nodded, considering the names. "Aiko and Hiroshi," he repeated. "They're both beautiful names." He then chuckled softly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "But you know me, I'd probably end up calling our child something silly like 'Baby Gojo' or 'Little Sorcerer.'"You laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "Please don't do that," you said, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. "Our child deserves a proper name."

Gojo chuckled, feigning innocence. "But come on, it'd be funny," he said, a grin on his face. "Just imagine me calling out "Hey, little sorcerer! Mommy needs your help!"You shook your head, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a smile. "You're ridiculous," you said, trying to sound disapproving but failing.

Gojo chuckled, his hand still on your belly. "But you love me anyway," he said, a cheeky grin on his face. "And let's hope our child takes after their adorable mother."You playfully pretended to pout, but then a thought crossed your mind. "You know, if it's a girl, she might inherit your insane amount of confidence," you said, raising an eyebrow.

Gojo laughed, his eyes sparkling mischief. "Oh, you think so? Sounds like she'll be a force to be reckoned with just like me," he said, visibly proud already.You chuckled, imagining a tiny little girl with Gojo's trademark confidence. "And if it's a boy... well, I hope he won't have your stubbornness," you teased.

Gojo pretended to look offended, placing his hand over his heart. "Hey, my stubbornness is one of my charming qualities," he protested. "Our son should be grateful to inherit that from me."You laughed, enjoying the lighthearted banter between you both. "And let's not forget about your endless energy," you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "I can already imagine our child running circles around us all the time."

Gojo smirked, his eyes lighting up. "Well, then we'll just have to keep up, won't we? And the more energy they have, the more entertaining their little antics will be."And with that, the conversation continued, filled with laughter and lighthearted banter. The room was filled with a warm and comfortable ambiance.

Finally, Gojo leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your belly. "Little Sorcerer or Little Sorceress, we're going to be the best parents you could ask for," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

As you watched him talk with your stomach, a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You had no doubt that your future as a new family would be full of love, adventures, and endless energy.

[yikesmary]

Is it alright to request a scenario with Wonu? Like imagine him having a cat before the two of you are together then one day you stayed at his house/apartment then you sit somewhere on the couch or floor making yourself comfortable then you felt a small weight from your side or lower back and saw his cat sitting or sleeping comfortably next to you.

I have a kitten and then he has been acting up like that since he stayed in my room 🥹

CAT DAD — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: whenever you go to your boyfriend, wonwoo's, house, his cat mimi. and he's totally not jealous because of this.

notes: ahhh i love this request so much!!! i added the last part where wonwoo's jealous because i think it'd be cute for him to be jealous. this was kind of short by my standards, however i hope i did this request justice!

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"I'm starting to think there's another reason you come to my house other than to see me,"

"Don't be silly!" you said, and Wonwoo wished he could believe you if you weren't faced away from him, cooing at his cat, Mimi, while you were holding a cat toy and playing with her.

Somehow, Wonwoo felt like he was the third wheel in his own house. Ever since you had visited his house for the first time, Mimi always seemed to forget his existence. It was cute the first couple of times you visited, but now that you were coming over every other day, it seemed like Mimi couldn't care less about him.

It was to the point where he wondered if he was getting jealous of you or the cat.

"How about we watch a movie?" He suggested, which made your attention to the cat turn to him.

"Sure, what should we watch?" you asked.

You both had ended up deciding on a movie that both of you seemed to have watched a million times, but you always seemed to like it each time.

The both of you settled on the couch, while Mimi walked away into the hallway to do whatever it is a cat such as herself did in order to entertain herself.

As the movie went on, you found yourself resting your head on Wonwoo's shoulder while he wrapped his arm around you. You were about to fall asleep until you felt a weight on your chest. Opening your eyes, you were faced with Mimi, who was looking at you and meowed softly.

"Hello, pretty girl," you cooed, not minding at all at the cat's weight.

From beside you, Wonwoo scoffed and lightly glared at his cat, who he swore was looking smug at the fact that she was interrupting his time with his girlfriend.

"Okay, you can eat my food and steal my spot on the bed, but stealing my girlfriend is where we cross the line," Wonwoo told Mimi, picked her up, and faced her to him so she can know he was being serious.

"Wonu!" you gasped, but you couldn't seem to hide your amusement at your boyfriend's jealousy.

"It's her fault!" Wonwoo sulked.

You giggled at him but then kissed his cheek in order to make him feel better, loving the fact that you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks in both embarrassment and adoration.

"You don't need to be nervous, baby," you reassured him.

"I'm not jealous, she just seems to be forgetting who's her owner," he said, giving the cat a look.

"How about we put Mimi in between us so she has no choice but to interact with the two of us?" You suggested.

Both Wonwoo and Mimi were doing a stare off and secretly, you took a picture of the two of them doing it and sent it to Mingyu, who you had no doubt he was going to laugh at the picture.

Finally, Wonwoo looked away from Mimi's stare and looked at you. "The minute she starts moving towards you more, I get another cat and I'll spoil that cat better," he lightly threatened.

Gasping, you looked betrayed and covered Mimi's ears as if she could hear what he said.

"You wouldn't!"

"I wonder if I can ask Cheol where he got his accessories for Kkuma,"

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[istoleyoursk1n]

Hello! I know I just requested something else, but I also have another request if you're up for it 🥰 How about all of the companies with a s/o who's really short and wears a lot of layers but it's later revealed that they're absolutely ripped and ridiculously muscular but nobody would have expected it? I think it'd be hilarious to see everyone go "Holy cow you could crush my head if you wanted to 😯"

Thank you so much again!!

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How would they react to a Tav who wears a lot of layers but is secretly ripped

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“So you’re telling me the little garden gnome could have manhandled half of us if they wanted to? Gods. Am I to be thanking you for sparing me and my pretty skin unscathed all this time?”

Probably the one making fun of your height and holding things up above you so you couldn't reach them.

He didn't really see you as anything he should be threatened by so he figured he could get away with a lot.

Besides you never really tried to fight back most of the time so he found his own little source of entertainment with his playful little jabs at you.

Was very much startled when you shook those layers off to reveal your muscular frame, he didn't expect it at all. You didn't even look strong in his eyes, until now at least.

Suddenly he’s wondering why you haven't once tried to punch him in the face after the amount of times he's poked fun at you.

Do not punch his face though (0/10) would not recommend, he bites.

Questions why you even bother to hiding yourself in layers upon layers of clothing? Is it some sort of deceptive tactic he wasn't aware of? (It probably wasn't but he’s appalled that you’d even hide something like this).

Other than that, he's impressed. Who knew you were hiding your own raw strength behind layers of clothing? Quite the sight for sore eyes if he does say so himself.

Encourages you to show it off more often, who needs all those rags when you have such an impressive build?

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

“Hells, to think that behind all those rags was the body of a true warrior! Safe to say that I’ll never be doubting your abilities again.”

Truthfully found you rather adorable since you were considered the shortest among the rest of your travelling companions.

You seemed harmless enough, but, he never once believed that you were completely fragile because of it.

However, there were times when he’d often do tasks that you knew you were perfectly capable of handling yourself over the fact that he was unaware of your true strength.

There have been a lot of times when he jumped in front of you during battles, worried that you couldn't handle it yourself.

However, the shock that appeared on his face once all those layers were shaken off was priceless.

He might have been a little bit embarrassed as well seeing as how he might have underestimated you a tad bit which knew could be quite undermining on your end.

Immediately voices his initial surprise and how amazed he is that you seem to look as fit if not even more so than him.

You look amazing! And he wishes you could leave all the layers more often if it's something you are comfortable with of course.

You knew he was already quite fond of you but now wistful glances from him would come as often as possible in pure admiration of your raw strength. Safe to say he’d never be underestimating your capabilities again.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“It seems that until now, I find myself learning new information about you… though, I must say, you possessing a rather athletically built figure wasn't one of them. Not to say I don’t appreciate the way you look.”

Wasn't quite sure why you were wearing that many layers of clothing. The weather was already relatively hot and still, you insisted on wearing such things.

I mean, as long as you are comfortable and happy with them he didn't seem all too bothered by it.

Found you endearing in his own way, seeing as he would often find himself craning his neck or having to bend his body to meet your eye level but it made it all the more amusing for him.

Similar to Wyll, he found himself underestimating your true abilities as you truly appeared harmless in his eyes. Sure, if you had to kill a goblin for your own survival you would but you didn't exactly give off brutish vibes.

Even so, that never made him find your company any less enjoyable.

Though, he was quite startled when your true form was revealed, and all those extra layers of clothing were taken off from you. He wasn't even sure if he was looking at the right person.

One moment you appeared as innocent and delicate as could be only for you to actually have the body of someone who's probably more physically capable than him.

You've probably given him another reason as to why he admires you all too much. The new look on you is a tad bit distracting for him and Gale can't manage to hide how smitten he is for the life of him.

If anything, now you’re all the more distracting to him, and it takes him a while to break out of that haze he's put himself in.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

“Fucking hell, all the things I could have known about you but I never thought it would be this! You’re absolutely ripped! A badass body for one of the coolest people I know.”

Was practically squealing from how adorable you looked, especially in comparison to her towering height. You were like a little puppy in her eyes.

She couldn't understand why you’d wear so many layers of clothing, it's not like it was cold, and she knew that if she were to try that herself she’d feel uncomfortable as all hell.

But she won't press on it, as long as you are okay with it then wear as much as you wish.

The moment she was able to touch you, she was off carrying you around. She had wanted to pick you up for the longest time but she didn't understand why you felt slightly heavier than she thought you would be.

Perhaps it's all the extra layers of clothing? Either way, she didn't care. As long as she got to mess around with her favorite travel companion then what the hell.

Freaked out the moment you actually revealed how ripped you are beneath all the rags. You were practically as muscular as her.

It only seemed to excite her more because now she's fawning over how amazing you look and what you did to make your body look like this.

You've only grown to be ten times more awesome in her eyes and to see you use your true strength makes her swoon. She couldn't have chosen a better companion to have alongside her.

Suddenly the extra weight she felt carrying you made a lot more sense. Not that she’ll ever complain. Even with the newfound information, she’ll never stop lifting you up in her arms for the fun of it.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

“I suppose there's more to be known about you, isn't there? I was not expecting you to be as fit as you are but I can't say it isn't something I’d find myself grow tired of seeing.”

She didn't think much about the extra layers of clothing you wore other than it being for comfort or aesthetics. She's not one to care much for it.

You've been a helpful and valuable member of the group thus far, she saw no reason to underestimate you even in terms of strength.

It was rather amusing to have you around as a much shorter companion than her.

It wasn't something she ever mentioned or poked fun of but the coy little smile on her face revealed just how much she found the height difference amusing.

She was pleasantly surprised the moment you revealed just how muscular you truly are, even with her insight she never would have expected it.

Regardless, she's impressed with your stature, knowing that obtaining such a form would have taken a long time to have.

With or without all the layers, she still thinks you’re pleasing in her eyes, and whether you choose to use that undeniable strength is all up to you.

Though, she will take a moment to admire you while she can. She’d never force you to quit using layers of clothing but looking at you when you’re like this has its own appeal.

: ̗̀➛ LAE’ZEL

“Just when I thought we’d have to eliminate you for your lack of use. Chk, perhaps I was wrong about you, istik. Consider my blade unsheathed for now.”

Practically disregarded you at first. You seemed so weak in her eyes that she wasn't even sure what assistance you’d provide for her.

She finds the layers upon layers of clothing unnecessary and it isn't practical when charging into battle. She's told you to leave it multiple times to your dismay.

Unless you have done something to prove that you are fairly capable of handling your own battles, she's very blunt about how incapable you seem to her.

It's even worse if you’re short cause she just has more aspects of you to undermine you with.

She’ll come off as really mean but that's mostly due to how she was raised. She can easily spot disadvantages and she won't hesitate to point out each one, especially if you two aren't close.

Was genuinely shocked to see you without the layers and what your true strength truly holds. She would have taken all those demeaning words the moment you've proved yourself.

Besides, seeing you in your true glory probably woke something up in her.

She's infatuated by strong, powerful warriors and seems that you fit the bill.

You were everything she thought you weren't and she’d come to realize just how wrong about you she was. You could have probably even sparred against her if only she had given you the proper chance.

She’d come around to actually apologizing for her earlier jabs at you sooner or later but she truly has gained a newfound respect for you. You’ll never find her insulting you again.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“You’re full of surprises, aren't you? Perhaps you never truly needed my protection, you've been blessed with a body that I’m certain nature itself worked tirelessly to perfect. However, I stand at your side in case you wish for any assistance.”

Thought nothing much of your extra layers of clothing. If anything it made you look all the more adorable in his eyes.

You could tell he was already enamored by you every time you had to look up to him to speak, the smile on his face never seemed to have disappeared.

He was probably extra protective of you under the assumption that you weren't as strong as the rest. Not that it was something he considered to be bad, but he wanted to make sure you wouldn't get hurt.

He’d end up doing most of the fighting for you, insisting that he's got it handled even though you knew you were capable of fighting the rest off yourself.

Regardless, it wasn't unpleasant to have Halsin come in to protect you despite your capabilities, it showed how much he cared.

He was startled when you showed your body beneath all the layers of clothing, even having to take a few seconds to stare as if he couldn't believe it.

This only seemed to make him all the more interested in you now that his eyes managed to catch a glimpse of the skin underneath all those rags, it was a sight that he would have imprinted into his mind.

Nevertheless, he will never underestimate you again but he’ll always be there in case you still wish for his protection. He could never say no to you.

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[milliesfishes]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 (𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽)𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭 request by my muse <3 @kayleigh--23

There was no doubt whatsoever about Billy's loyalty.

He was never the type of man to take what he had for granted, especially the people in his life. No, instead of letting go, Billy clung to his loved ones. He kept them close.

He'd confessed to you one lazy night under the stars when you were snuggled up to him under the jacket of his he'd laid over the two of you. He'd confessed that he never knew when he was going to lose someone next, and so while he had someone he held on tight.

You'd never had a problem feeling loved by him. He showed you through his time, his body, his words.

"Don't have much in the world darlin'," he whispered to you one morning as you watched the sunrise together. His jacket was back around your shoulders, swarthing your frame and keeping you warm. His hands framed your face. "But everythin' I have is yours."

He'd leave you little notes at your spot by the oak tree when he didn't have enough time to spend an evening with you. Sweet words scrawled in his careful handwriting. You kept them in a box under your bed along with other little missives you'd collected from him. A handkerchief he'd worn around his neck, the silver necklace with a heart on the chain he'd given you, dried flowers he'd picked that you'd pressed in your books.

You collected every bit of him you could, keeping a stilled, built version of Billy to yourself to hold while he was gone until he would reappear and warm it up again.

Never before had you had something that was wholly, utterly yours. He worked hard for you, toiling away under the sun for hours and coming to you sunkissed and utterly happy. You'd trace a finger along the freckles he gained during the day and kiss their path too. La-la-love.

Billy was employed currently by a man you'd met not but once, at a party that was said to be one of many he threw during the year. Ever the dutiful partner, Billy had brought you over, making sure you knew how pretty you looked and keeping a safe arm around you. It'd been loud, drunken, and not exactly your scene. But you loved spending time with him.

So the next party, you donned something pretty and arrived on his arm, determined to make the most of the night.

It all started out normal. You stayed under Billy's arm, smiling and laughing with his friends as he spoke with them. He would check in with you every now and then, kissing your temple.

The trouble began when Major Murphy came over to Billy, whispering something you couldn't hear to him. Billy frowned, shaking his head, but Murphy just gave him a look as he walked away.

You turned to Billy. "What's wrong?"

His jaw was clenched. "Nothin' baby, I just..." he looked over at something in the distance. "Just gotta do somethin'. C'mon."

He guided you to an area where a small crowd had gathered, leaving you at the front of it. It was a sort of open area, and you could see a setup with bottles on a fence and hanging from the rafters. Billy was at a table not too far from you, picking up a gun.

Immediately you realized what was happening. Your eyes widened.

To his credit, Billy put on a good show. He hit every target with ease, and you held your breath, able to feel his frustration from where you were.

The other partygoers cheered, and you cringed. This wasn't going to end well.

When he was finished, the shed was on fire and he was stalking away, pushing through the crowd. You tried to get to him, but it was futile, the barrage of people blocking your way to him.

You knew this was exactly what Billy didn't want- being treated as an act, a mere entertainment. Of course everyone wanted a piece of 'Billy the Kid'. But you knew better.

The Billy you knew didn't want to be an outlaw, but he'd adapted to the tough situations life had thrown him in. Your Billy was trying to escape the persona wanted posters pushed on him. Your Billy was rough around the edges but softened in the center, tracing hearts on your face after kissing you so sweet your head spun.

But that was the thing about that Billy being yours. Only you saw him.

You made your way through the crush of people, trying to spot him through everyone. Finally, you were ejected from the masses, and you looked around the room.

Relief brightened you as you saw him leaning against the wall, speaking to Mr. Riley's wife. You smiled, making your way over to him, knowing the woman was telling him how well he did, unknowingly adding to his guilt. It wasn't her fault, he was-

Kissing her.

And he wasn't pushing her away. After what felt like forever, he put his hands on her waist and they stopped. You turned away, tears stinging your eyes, heart rattling your ribs. The image was burnt into your eyes, and as you rushed away you couldn't shake it off.

Everything was a blur. You pushed past anyone in your way until the cool of the night air hit your face, reviving your senses. Your hands found the wall of the house, and you took great, heaving breaths as you tried to make sense of it.

Mr. Riley's wife was very beautiful. You bit your lip and tried not to cry as you thought about it. She was always dressed up so pretty in silks and satins that you wouldn't dare wear even though you could afford them. Ranch work was too messy for that.

You wondered if Billy was even looking for you. Likely not. He was preoccupied.

It was unclear how long you were out there before you heard your name being called. It was him. Of course it was him. He'd finally remembered you.

You stayed pressed against the wall, hoping he wouldn't see you but he did. "Baby," he greeted, smiling at you. "Where'd ya go off to? Been lookin'-"

Noticing your sad eyes, he cut himself off, frowning and tilting his head. "Whatsa matter darlin'?"

Breathing in once, you just looked up at him, and something went stiff in his eyes. He watched you for a moment, and you lifted your chin, looking up at him. "I saw you."

Instantly he recognized what you were talking about and he exhaled once through his nose, nodding and pursing his lips. "I see."

Your eyes filled with tears again, and this time you let one fall, looking up at him with such betrayal in your eyes that his lips parted. "Mrs. Riley..."

"Can I explain?" he asked gently, looking into your eyes. You didn't want to hear any kind of explanation, but he looked so sincere and you loved him so much that you nodded.

Billy hesitantly lifted his hand, silently asking permission before he touched your face. He held your chin with his fingers, making sure you were looking right at him when he said it. He took off his hat too so you could see his face.

"She was tellin' me she liked the show," he started, making sure you were still looking at him. "Still with me?" Billy waited until you nodded before continuing. "And mind ya, she's been drinkin'. Started tellin' me stuff 'bout her husband. Seems they ain't gettin' on. 'nd she kissed me. I didn't react as quickly as I'd 've liked."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes but you still wanted to cry. "You had your hands on her waist."

"Pushin' her away gently," he said, and you knew he was telling the truth. "She was drunk, didn't wanna upset her and cause a big scene."

What he was saying made sense, and you nodded, but the emotions were still festering in you. You sniffled, looking down and he nodded, seeming to understand. "Alright...alright, c'mere angel." Billy pulled you into his arms and let you sniffle into his shirt. "Yeah I know. Musta been hard for ya to see sweetheart, 'm sorry." He ran his fingers comfortingly through your hair. "I know if I saw ya kissin' another man I'd 'bout lose my mind...I'm so sorry baby."

You wrapped your arms around him, and he did the same, his hat still in his hand as he rubbed your back. "Could ya ever forgive me, sweet?"

Pulling back a little and looking up at him, you could see the pure want to be back in your good graces in his eyes. It melted you- he adored you so and you loved him back, more than anything, too much to let something silly that wasn't even his fault ruin it.

You nodded, and his arms twined around your waist, his hat in hand hitting your backside as he lifted you up and hugged you close.

As he held you tight he mumbled, "Maybe no more parties," into your hair and you nodded. Billy kissed the top of your head, then the side, burying his nose in your neck. "Politeness be damned, I want you more than I want to show off. Want you a whole hell of a lot more."

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[subskz]

doing this trend (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8HBPjPm/) with each member. what would their reactions be? imagine lightly squeezing their bulge and seeing them jolt a little and squeeze their thighs together… i feel like hannie would have a massive boner while filming the tiktok LMAO. and then jerking them off with ur new set of nails after recording <3

link! (semi-nsfw)

ohh i’m obsessed w this 😽

hannie would definitely be fighting for his life the most out of all the boys lmao he would be so embarrassingly hard after just one attempt at filming, you’d be able to wrap your fingers fully around the outline of his dick through his sweatpants and feel him throb so eagerly in your hands. it makes showing off your nails kinda difficult though bc he’d be squirming around like crazy, and the longer it goes on, he eventually starts whining up a storm too. if you “accidentally” dragged one of your nails along the shape of his bulge to create a delicious friction w the material of his pants, his hips would buck up so fast. he’d beg for you to please just hurry up and finish already bc he's starting to get so hard it aches, but he keeps messing up your videos like the needy lil thing he is. which ofc makes for the perfect opportunity to insist that you won’t touch him until you get it right. he’d be a desperate, twitching wreck by the end of it, whining your name, tugging helplessly at your wrist and trying to guide it under the waistband of his pants. it’s up to you whether u wanna indulge him, or keep messing w him until he breaks down into tears of frustration before you finally wrap your pretty manicured fingers around his leaking cock

jinnie and chan would also be one step away from losing their minds if you did this to them hehe. their thigh muscles would be clenching so tight, using all their strength not to close in on each other and rub together every time you so much as brush over their crotch. channie especially would be so embarrassed w himself for getting turned on over smth like this, even when that’s very clearly your intention here…poor baby giggles nervously when you drape your fingers over his clothed dick and he does his best not to draw attention to the growing tent in his sweatpants. he’d be so sweet too, trying to give you compliments on your nails as you show them off, but his voice would crack pitifully when he speaks and his ears would be on fire. his eyes would be flickering all over the place too bc he knows staring too hard at where your hand is will make him start to short circuit. it'd be esp fun to tease him by forcing him to look bc you keep asking him questions like "is that a good angle? do they look nice like this? maybe i should spread them out more" followed by channie having to smack his hand over his mouth as a last ditch attempt to hide his shaky, pathetic groan when you stretch your fingers out over his bulge. him, hyunjin, and jisung would be very lucky that you’re putting music over the video bc they’d no doubt be letting out weak gasps and whimpers the entire time <3

jinnie would have such entertaining reactions, you can see the torment all over his pretty face from the very first take. his thick brows scrunch together and he bites down so hard on his lower lip until it swells up and the skin nearly breaks, you’d think he was getting the head of his life instead of just feeling your fingers tease him through his clothes. you’d probably also have to refilm the video a few times to get him to sit still for you bc his body is ridiculously reactive, but it just gets worse every time. once hyune’s gotten worked up, it's hopeless to calm him down again bc he’s hypersensitive to every little touch and gets so in his head, all he can focus on is how badly he needs you to keep touching him. feeling your fingers dance playfully over his bulge and seeing how your pretty nails gleam under the light, he can’t help but start to push his hips into your palm, whining low in his throat thinking abt them wrapped around his cock. a cute lil wet stain might even start to seep through his sweatpants <3

jeongin would love (and hate) this trend the most out of all the boys hehe i think he’d really go crazy whenever you get your nails done bc this boy lives for the aesthetics. he’d already be admiring them w stars in his eyes and might even get a lil touchy just to hold your fingers in his hands and run his pads over the fresh coat. so when you innocently ask him to film a video w you, he’d agree without question…only for him to realize a split second too late what ur evil plan really is. he'd sound so cute and clueless the moment it dawns on him, stammering out a sudden "w-wait, like that!?” but as soon as he catches sight of your fingers resting over his crotch, his brain turns to mush and he forgets how to speak. he’d be giggling breathlessly a lot like channie bc doesn’t know what else to do, and getting him to keep his legs from closing in on each other is a lost cause. he’d let out the cutest wail of embarrassment when he realizes how turned on he’s gotten, hiding behind his hands and huffing abt what a perv you are…which ofc you spin back around on him bc he’s the one who looks ready to ruin his underwear over some nails 🥰 he’s so irresistible when he gets flustered like that though, so you make it up to him by giving him the perfect view of your new nails sliding up and down his dick. he’d be so mesmerized by the sight and would definitely cum much faster than usual…and since he’s so into it, he can lick his mess off your fingers afterwards too~

[radiofreederry]

Dorothy's Top 5 Games of 2023

2023 was a remarkable year for gaming. The number of major, high-quality releases was truly astonishing, both in the AAA and indie scenes.

2023 was also the year I started leaning more into gaming as a hobby, beginning to do Twitch streams in April. Because of this, I thought I'd go through a few of the best games I played this year, and talk a bit about what made them so enjoyable. Consider this my "games of the year" list, like I know so many people are going to be doing this year.

My list is reflective of my own preferences and tastes; I tend to play a lot of RPGs, action-adventure games, and platformers, so you won't find a lot of fighting games or shooters in contention here. Feel free to comment or reblog with your own list - you don't have to write little essays about everything like I did, but it'd be fun if you did!

Honorable Mentions:

Pentiment (Obsidian Entertainment): Released in November 2022, but didn't play until this year. One of the most gripping and original RPGs I've ever played.

Persona 5 Royal (P-Studio): Released in October 2022 for Xbox, but I've been streaming it and having a lot of fun with @lakemojave and others.

Katamari Damacy Reroll (Namco): Released in 2018 for Switch, but played it for the first time this year and had a blast.

And now, the list proper.

Fifth Place: Hi-Fi Rush (Tango Gameworks)

There was a sort of game prevalent in the sixth generation of consoles which doesn't exist much anymore outside of the indie space. These were bold, bright, games which were unapologetically "video gamey," and wore their medium on their sleeve. Playing Hi-Fi Rush, I felt as if I was Anton Ego eating the titular dish in Ratatouille, and being transported back to that forgotten era of gaming. Hi-Fi Rush is stylish, hilarious, and deliriously fun, mixing the rhythm and action genres to create an experience unlike anything else currently on offer in gaming.

With addicting timing-based combat, a killer soundtrack featuring a suite of certified bangers (such as a cover of "Free Radicals" by the Flaming Lips, one of my favorite bands), and a delightful cast of colorful characters, Hi-Fi Rush carries the off-beat spirit of games like Jet Set Radio and Viewtiful Joe in its DNA, and had it been made 20 years ago, I do not doubt that it would have an animated adaptation airing on Kids WB.

By evoking the spirit of a bygone era while remaining utterly unique, and by virtue of its slick presentation and impossible-to-put-down gameplay, Hi-Fi Rush manages to punch far above its own weight and snag fifth place on my list.

Fourth Place: A Highland Song (Inkle)

A Highland Song came out of nowhere at the tail-end of the year and forced me to completely reevalute my game rankings. It is one of the most delightful and charming games I've ever had the chance to play, and has managed to do what I thought was impossible: create a roguelike experience that I actually want to see through to completion.

A Highland Song does this through its emotive embrace of the Scottish Highlands as a setting, with those ancient hills acting as both the main antagonist and a stalwart companion in main character Moira's journey to cross the mountains and reach her uncle's lighthouse by the First of May.

The Highlands are your dear friend. They will provide you food, shelter, and the tools you need to complete your journey. The Highlands are your worst enemy. They will deny you a safe haven when you're exhausted, out of energy, and being soaked through by torrential, bitterly-cold rain; they will give you tools long after you've passed the point where they would have been useful. The hills will preserve you. The hills will kill you.

It is in these contrasts that A Highland Song shines. It is a game about finding yourself, and pushing forward in the face of impossible adversity. There is an indescribable joy to spending days in-game exploring a section of the Highlands, trying to find the way forward, and finally running through one of the game's rhythm-based sections, triumphant Celtic folk music blaring in your ears as you finally find your way. All the while, Uncle Hamish's warm, fond recollections of Celtic folklore and Moira's descriptions of her family life make you want to push on, to learn more about this magical place and the people who inhabit it.

You will not make it to the sea in time in your first run through A Highland Song, nor likely your second or third. Yet each time Moira passes through the mountains, you learn more about them, become more familiar with the slopes and pathways that carve through these lands that are older than time. You will stumble, you will fall, and then, eventually, you will make it to the sea by Beltane.

Third Place: The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Nintendo EPD)

How do you follow up one of the most important and well-regarded games of the 2010s, improve almost everything about it, and even correct its flaws? Tears of the Kingdom manages that and then some. The direct sequel to 2017's Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom follows that game's version of series lead Link through a melancholy journey through a world ravaged by unnatural weather, blight, and time. Link is himself nearly torn apart by the corrupting influence of returning series antagonist Ganondorf (voiced in this installment in fine fashion by Matt Mercer), and the hastily replaced arm granted to him by the sage Rauru grants him new abilities, which replace and improve upon the ones he possessed in the last game.

With these new powers, the game becomes a truly open sandbox. Link is able to build almost anything with his Ultrahand ability, and the Fuse ability not only virtually eliminates the previous game's major flaw, its weapon durability system, by allowing the player to turn virtually any weapon top-tier by properly leveraging fusion materials, it also creates a resource management loop that discourages being stingy with strong resources - since they can be used to create very powerful weapons. Meanwhile, the Ascend and Recall abilities open new avenues in traversal and speed up exploration through Tear's of the Kingdom's massive map, which not only uses the previous game's world map as a base - with lots of altered and added locations to signify the passage of time, including a host of explorable caves - but more than doubles it by also adding floating islands in the sky and a dark, hostile undergound below.

The intense focus on exploration, not to mention some of the best dungeons and bosses in Zelda history, make this a game I had genuine trouble putting down at times as I sunk hundreds of hours into it, as I always felt like there was something new to find around the next corner, or some new treasure to find deep in the underground. Tears of the KIngdom is a masterclass in crafting an open world experience, and easily secures a spot in my top five. It only places so low on this list as a consequence of some blemishes on an otherwise extremely polished and technically impressive product - specifically its story and progression, which feels too much like retreading the structure of Breath of the Wild and not enough like it's blazing its own trail.

Second Place: Cyberpunk 2077 (CD Projekt Red)

Let's get this out of the way first: Cyberpunk 2077 originally released, infamously, in late 2020 in what was essenitally an unfinished state. However, with its 2.0 update that fundamentally restructures how the game is played, as well as the massive Phantom Liberty expansion dropping this year, I feel comfortable regarding this game as a 2023 release.

I didn't expect to have Cyberpunk 2077 on this list. I certainly didn't expect to see it so high on this list. And yet, here it is. I went in with almost no expectations, and came out with one of my favorite games of the year, and one of the most thoughtful RPGs of the decade. Cyberpunk 2077's great strengths lie in its richly detailed game world and its extremely strong writing, both of which impressed me beyond any preconceptions I may have had, especially given how the game originally launched as a broken, buggy mess.

Cyberpunk 2077's Night City is as fully realized a game world as I've ever seen, brimming with detail and things to both see and do. It is incredibly immersive, and I often found myself forgoing the game's fast travel system in order to simply cruise the moody, neon-soaked streets on my motorcycle as I sped from one gig to the next, taking in little details like the ethnic enclaves in different districts, or how infrastructure differed in poor areas compared to rich ones.

Cyberpunk 2077 tells a story about struggling against impossible odds, and finding hope and beauty in a hopeless and ugly world. In a future where capitalism's atomization and hyperindividualization rend the flesh of society at-large, the life of protagonist V is enriched through the human connections they are able to make as they race against time to save themselves from the biochip in their head eating away at their existence - a piece of technology stolen and then impulsively inserted during their first big job, a job taken in pursuit of the ephemeral and ambiguous glory that comes with being a legend of Night City. Their deteriorating condition throughout the game, and the ever-present acidic commentary of rockerboy Johnny Silverhand, serve as constant reminders of the folly of chasing such impermanent glory.

Whether it's Johnny's former bandmate Kerry, whose insecurities lead him to ostentatious acts of violence and destruction, or Judy, who has suffered loss after loss and desperately tries to find a situation she can control and someone who won't use or leave her, my journey as V centered around finding these connections, and using them not only to save V's life, but preserve her humanity. These themes carried through with the Phantom Liberty expansion, which explores such topics as freedom, survivor's guilt, and governmental corruption and exploitation, and features a delightful turn by Idris Elba as a weary government agent burdened by regret. There are plenty of bombastic setpieces, cleverly-written quests, and moments of intense action, but the things I think I'll always remember are quiet, intimate, human moments, from sitting with and comforting a girl whose girlfriend just killed herself, or meditating with a monk who has no ulterior motive but to bring V a rest in the midst of a grueling situation.

All that to say that while I had a lot of fun with the gameplay, the game world and the writing were what made me fall in love with Cyberpunk 2077, what will likely keep me coming back to the game on replay, and what landed it at number two on the list. The only reason it didn't end up at number one was because there's just one game I played this year which impressed me just that much more - and even then, it’s a thin margin.

First Place: Baldur's Gate 3 (Larian Studios)

Here I must confess not only have I never played the original Baldur's Gate games - early works by BioWare, a company whose work I generally respect - I had until this year never touched Dungeons and Dragons or any ancillary media. Total blind spot! Never even saw the movie this year! I'd played plenty of tabletop, but never any DnD.

What a treat, then, to be introduced to the world and mechanics of DnD through such a game as Baldur's Gate 3. This game glistens with careful and thoughtful design, and proves the vibrancy and potential that still remains in the classic CRPG style. Baldur's Gate 3's great strengths shine in two major areas, which I will go in more detail about now.

Firstly, the game offers a truly remarkable amount of freedom to the player in allowing them to resolve a situation in a myriad of ways, emulating the flexible nature of tabletop storytelling to an extent I've rarely seen in the video game medium. Want to defeat a boss that's giving you grief by running up to him and shoving him off a cliff? Sure, that works! Want to stealthily surround an enemy camp with explosive barrels and then cast fireball? Ok, go for it!

The other side of this coin is that the game permits a lot of flexibility in permitting the player to truly fuck up royally, while keeping the narrative going and not forcing them into a game over because they "played wrong." Took too long to save some gnomes from a cave-in? Too bad, they suffocated to death! Allowed an important NPC, whose spell was protecting a community from a curse, to be defeated in battle and captured? Tough luck, all those people have died a horrible, agonizing death! It's your fault! Now keep moving. In Baldur's Gate 3, all of your decisions, good or bad, have consequences, and you have to live with them.

Baldur's Gate 3's other great strength lies in its character writing. Every major character, and many minor characters, are written with such depth and nuance, with varied motivations, backstories, and moral alignments, which the player can both influence and be influenced by. Notable standouts include Astarion, the cynical vampire whose acid tongue is a defense mechanism to not let anyone get too close and who delights in thumbing his nose at others and seeking power for himself, but who can be guided towards a more empathetic and caring place; and Shadowheart, the cleric of the dark goddess Shar who finds herself torn between what she sees as her duty to her goddess and what she knows deep down to be the right thing to do.

Every character in Baldur's Gate 3 has a story to tell, and they're all good ones. That alone would land it on this list, but combined with the astonishing freedom it allows players and its infinite replayability rocket it to the top spot. Baldur's Gate 3 is my game of the year.

[adiluv-moved]

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lady furina who first encounters you during a civil affairs case, sitting with her head resting in her palm as she'd been forced to watch the owner of a small fruit stand claiming you'd stolen from them. although she'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, she hardly considered three measly apples to be worth her time, such small issues being utterly and totally devoid of the theatrics she drew her entertainment from. had neuvillette not been so adamant in her appearance—claiming it a part of her 'duty' as the hydro archon—she doubted that she would've even made an appearance. alas, he was, and she'd all but resigned herself to her fate.

lady furina who ends up picking up an interest in you as the proceedings continue, clearly noticing the not-so-subtle glances that you send her way. At first, she doesn't pay much mind to it, though her curiosity is quickly piqued when she notices the barely concealed look of awe and adoration within your gaze. it sends her reeling almost instantaneously, posture straightening up completely as a smile graces her features. proud, as she is, she can't help but find your attention amusing, ego stroked by the undivided focus you keep on her. as you should, of course—somebody so pure and elegant deserves it—but she can't deny that your decision to ignore the accusations being levied against you certainly is silly.

lady furina who's hardly suprised when the oratrice confirms your guilt, nearly letting out a laugh at the confused look on your face. she ends up stepping in to change your punishment, noting that it'd be a waste of resources to even attempt fining you when you weren't even able to pay for fruit. instead, your crimes would be repayed by your assistance to the court, a decision that the masses would report as being 'undeniably wise'. while she lives for their praise and has absolutely zero intent to correct them… it was really just an excuse for her to get to see you again.

lady furina who, while noted by neuvillette as being notoriously ꒰and irritatingly꒱ distant in the upkeep of the nation, is now magically more involved. while he does maintain some initial speculation about her motivations, they're easily confimed once he takes note of her desire to make your accquaintance. besides the small setbacks that occur whenever she gets derailed in an attempt to impress you ꒰poor thing becomes the resident third wheel꒱, he's genuinely pleased about her heightened activity within national affairs. The weather becomes warmer as a result, with many citizens taking the opportunity to go diving.

as such, what was supposed to be a short time working beneath the archon eventually becomes a full-time job once the hydro ludex himself ends up recuiting you. ignoring your own personal desires to remain in close proximity to the archon—an honor within its own right—the pay is ludicrously good, more mora than you'd even know what to do with. you'd have to be a fool to decline.

lady furina who would never stoop down to the level of admitting feelings for a mere mortal, instead opting for the more 'dignified' approach of following you around like a lost puppy as often as possible. neuvillette, for the sake of prolonging her interest within the issues of the nations, is roped in to play the part of a middle man—much to his disconcertion. he ends up accidentally admitting the archon's sentiments to you in an attempt to figure out whether or not you reciprocate, nearly giving the god a heart attack as the words slip past his lips.

very luckily, her rising panic is quelled by the ectsatic look on your face, the sudden clicking of her shoes alerting the pair of you as she rushes away to celebrate. you'll have to be the one to go to her, unfortunately, and while she does attempt to squeeze a confession out of you… well, she'd rather just go ahead and skip to the part where you ask for the honor to be hers. she'll make you squirm a little, but don't worry. she has every intent to agree.

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[mokokone]

Hello!

Can you do a Kusuriuri x Kitsune! Fem! Reader. Where the reader loves to tease him and prank him.

Thank you <3 ❤️

Author's preface: Kitsunes are known for their mischievous nature and love of playing tricks on humans. These mythical creatures have the ability to shape-shift into different forms, often using their powers to deceive unsuspecting individuals. Despite their playful antics, kitsunes are also seen as wise and intelligent beings in Japanese folklore. Their cunning ways make them both feared and respected in traditional stories and legends.

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Trickster [Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x FemKitsune!Resder]

Kusuriuri stood, pondering for a moment. His piercing cerulean gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail.

Something was amiss.

His Akumabarai (exorcism) sword was missing. He could have sworn he left it sitting on the coffee table.

Surely, the small blade couldn't have flown away. Every corner and crevice was scrutinized, but the sword was nowhere to be found. Kusuriuri's mind raced with questions—who could have taken it? And for what nefarious purpose?

"(Y/n)?" He suddenly called.

 After a moment, a young female poked her head through the shoji. Her hair was a beautiful color of (h/c), falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of (e/c), sparkled with curiosity. However, the most unique thing about her appearance was that she had fox ears and a bushy fox tail.

Her fox ears twitched slightly as she looked at her master with a sense of curiosity.

"Yes, what is it, master?" You asked.

"Have you seen my sword?" Kusuriuri asked you as you stepped into the room, watching his eyes scan the space in search of the missing weapon.

"No... Why?" you inquired, feigning innocence as you tried to suppress a mischievous grin.

In truth, you knew exactly where it was. After all, you were the one who hid it, as well as a few other items of his.

Though you didn't really have a good reason for doing so, you were just bored and thought it'd be funny to see how long it would take him to notice.

As you watched him search, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for playing this prank on him.

"Hmm, I can’t find it.” He tossed the pillow he had been looking under back down on the sofa. "I'm also missing several of my ofuda as well as some incense from my medicine box." He adds.

“Really? How strange..." You say, hiding a smirk. "Well, I'm sure it'll turn up soon, master.” you tell him before turning on your geta to leave.

“Hopefully...” You hear him murmur, unaware that he had watched you leave.

“Where? Where is it?”

. . . . .

Later that evening, you heard your master sigh in frustration. There was no doubt he was starting to lose his patience.

You poke your head in the doorway again. “What is it now?” You wondered which item he was looking for now.

But, you knew.

Not long after you hid his sword, you also took and hidden his Shunga (Japanese erotic art) picture book.

“Now, I can't find my Shunga magazine,” he answered.

You couldn't help but grimace. “Why do you even look at such gross things?” you scoffed. "It's just a book filled with gross images of women having intercourse with gross men."

Kusuriuri snorts. “Ha, it's entertaining.”

'You ought to be glad I didn't burn it instead of hiding it, you pervert,' you inwardly thought to yourself before giving a smile.

“You've been misplacing a lot of your stuff lately, master," you teased. "I never thought you'd be so irresponsible with your things."

"I am not, my dear," he protested. "I am very responsible. I need my Akumabarai sword and ofuda to fight against malevolent mononoke. I would never be so careless as to lose such important items," He huffs.

"It’s like my stuff is just...disappearing. Almost as if someone has taken them." He adds.

You almost felt a shiver run down your spine when he catches your gaze and could only hope he didn't know. Nevertheless, you shook it off and opted to tease him some more.

"Aww, poor master," you fake-sympathize, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch him sulk his shoulders. "Perhaps your things have had enough of you and just ran away," you snicker.

"Haha, very funny," he chides. "Look, if you're not going to help, then just go away."

You pout. "Rude!" You stuck your tongue out at him before leaving.

You failed to notice the angry red mark on Kusuriuri's head as blue eyes eyed you both skeptically and intently.

. . . . .

That night, you decided to keep the prank going. Once you made sure Kusuriuri was out of sight, you snuck into his room and opened his medicine box. This time you were going to take and hide one of his Kenshutsu (scales).

You hurried down the engawa to hide it in the garden under a rock. However, before you could, you yelped upon feeling a hand grab your tail.

“Where are you off to, (Y/n)?” Kusuriuri asked.

You sweated nervously, attempting to hide the kenshutsu inside your kimono before turning to face him.

“Um...n-nowhere, master,” You stammered.

Kusuriuri eyed you suspiciously. "Was that one of my kenshutsu?" He asked. "And were you about to hide it in the garden?"

“W-what? N-no way…” You lied, giving him an innocent look.

However, Kusuriuri saw through your lie. After all, he too knows how feels to be a sly fox.

"So, it was you all along," he said, his tone accusatory.

Welp, now you’re caught red-handed! You’re toast. It was nice while it lasted. You didn’t even try to plead your innocence; you just grinned warily at him with a nervous chuckle.

“You little minx,” He quickly pulled you forward, making you shriek as he then grabbed your sides.

“K-Kusuriuri, I mean, master, wait! No, please, I can explain!” You cry out.

Kusuriuri was merciless as he started tickling you, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal.

"This is what you get for hiding my stuff." He smiled menacingly.

You doubled over, trying desperately to get away from him. “Ahhhaaahaa, I'm sorry! P-please, have mercy! Hahahahaha~!”

“Tell me where you put everything and I'll let up," he demanded.

“Ack! I’m sorry!”

"Sorry doesn't tell me where you hid my things,” Kusuriuri said, now switching to tickling you under your arms.

With that, you completely lost it! It was painful as you squealed and tried to push him away. You're the one who got yourself into this mess, so you had no choice but to come clean.

“Fine! Your sword is in the kitchen cabinet, and your Shunga magazine is inside the hallow of the cherry blossom tree outside." You confessed, desperate for your torture to cease.

“And?” He prompted, tickling your tummy.

Your laughter was so loud and desperate now that tears were beginning to leak from your eyes. "A-and I promise not to take your stuff without permission. I-I..AHaha..was just bored.”

Kusuriuri's expression soften. He was pleased that you finally came clean as he finally stopped tickling you, much to your absolute relief. But he still opted to tease you.

“Good girl."

Jerk.

Your face was flushed from laughing in pain as you glared daggers at him.

"I'll forgive you this time, but no more pranks, ok?"

You stuck out your tongue at him. “You suck, master Kusuriuri.”

He merely shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to retrieve his stuff. “Not my fault. You deserved it,” he said, but then stopped and glanced back at you.

"Y'know, if you ever get bored again, feel free to come to me. I'm always up for some fun.♡" He smirks devilishly while winking at you.

It took you awhile, but you quickly caught on of what it is he's implying as your face flushed red.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

GFL girls watching a horror movie with their S/O?

yeah I rewatched emesis blue and I need to see other people get scared

(GFL) Kalina, Helianthus, G36, AK-15, RPK-16, Architect, Scarecrow, M16A1, G11, and HK416 watching a horror movie with their S/O

I just finished watching Stasis: Bone Totem for the past 7 hours personally. I'm sad now.

Kalina happily snuggles next to S/O, eating popcorn as S/O held onto her for dear life.

She wasn't that troubled by the horror movie they put on.

Mostly because it gave her some fantastic ideas for Halloween this year!

(S/O) "K-Kalina, why are you smiling?!"

(Kalina) "Hm...I think I can recreate that with some of the T-Dolls, the way we can utilize our stealth tech can make one helluva haunted mansion!"

(S/O) "You're going to monetize ghosts?!"

(Kalina) "Heck yeah, I am!"

She does jump at a few of the scares but laughs them off.

Helian can't help but wonder if this is what the younger couples did nowadays. Or rather, if they still did this kind of thing.

She sat with S/O in the darkness, huddled up next to them on the couch as the TV provided their entertainment for the night.

(Helianthus) "I doubt that this movie will be that scary."

It in fact, was that scary.

Some of the scares get Helian to scream, latching onto S/O.

Which she immediately tries to clear her throat and preserve some dignity.'

(Helianthus) "...Tell anyone about this, and you're a dead man/woman."

G36 has to put on her glasses in order to watch the film properly.

She couldn't help but fidget a little, she wasn't used to just...sitting down and doing nothing.

But admittedly, it was a nice change of pace.

G36 flinches at some of the scares, but she can't help but laugh at least a little, making sure S/O was comfortable.

Or more accurately, not scared out their mind.

(G36) "You are shaking a lot. Do you require warmer blankets?"

(S/O) "N-NO! Just...s-stay here, don't leave me alone!"

(G36) "Necromorphs are not real-"

(S/O) "C-Can we make sure the vents are locked tight tonight?"

G36 just smiles at that.

15 doesn't really understand why S/O is watching horror movies if they were scared of it.

If this was just some elaborate ruse just for 15 to hold them tightly, they could've just asked her directly.

Regardless, she obliges them because it made them happy.

She doesn't react in the slightest to any of the scares, finding the whole concepts of ghosts and spirits illogical.

(AK-15) "You know they don't exist S/O. Why are you so afraid?"

(S/O) "I-I don't know! It just freaks me out, alright?!"

She notices their heartbeat calms down at least a little if her arms are wrapped around them, which she comfortably holds them in her grasp the duration of the movie and night.

At least they trusted her strength so much, they believed she could punch a demon back to hell.

That makes her pride go up an substantial amount, though she doesn't vocalize it.

Otherwise, she doesn't flinch from a single thing in the movie, even the more grotesque parts.

16 is highly amused the entire time, watching as S/O is latching onto her during the movie.

She also can't help but wonder why humans would make something so strange.

Did they want to be scared? Was the human race nothing but masochists?

(RPK-16) "Why exactly did we choose this type of movie tonight, S/O? You seem to be trembling."

(S/O) "Well, I thought it'd be fun..."

(RPK-16) "Hm, well it gives me a few ideas on how to get some interesting reactions out of you at least."

For the remainder of the night, she has a smug grin on her face as S/O squirms and yelps from the scares.

She began to ponder on what exactly S/O was afraid of. The girl with long hair, the loud noises? This was going to be a fun time experimenting!

She isn't affected by the movie at all, save for getting ideas to scare S/O.

Architect is absolutely terrified with S/O, making her almost drop the bucket of popcorn and candy she has.

(Architect) "AGH! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

(S/O) "W-WHAT?! NO, WHAT?!"

Like S/O, she gets way too immersed in the film and the both of them are shaking in fear.

When they go to bed, Architect has her weapon directly next to the bedside, with S/O making no complaints.

(Architect) "I-If any demon bastard wants to go through that door, they'll be blown the hell up!"

(S/O) "...Wait, this is my room. Why did you have that in here to begin with-"

(Architect) "For situations like these! I don't wanna be killed by some ghost!"

Scarecrow finds this whole ordeal illogical. She doesn't get scared by anything, let alone by human entertainment.

The reason why S/O called her to watch these escaped her, but it's not like she had anything better to do.

She blankly stares at the screen as she feels S/O hug her tightly, her irises adjusting to the brightness of the screen.

Her voice remains monotone the entire time, slightly muffled by her mask.

(Scarecrow) "...Do I scare you as much as the scarecrow in this film, S/O?"

(S/O) "Um...Not really, you're a lot cuter.-"

Her eyes glanced over to S/O, noticing that they weren't teasing, mostly due to being afraid.

She finds amusement in their terror, but doesn't make a comment on their compliment.

(Scarecrow) "That is obvious."

(S/O) "UWAGH!?"

Scarecrow is held even tighter, making her sigh. Why are humans like this?

M16 just smirks when S/O asks her to watch a horror movie with them.

(M16A1) "Don't worry, I'm so bad that not even any monster will come near me!"

She puffs her chest out in pride when S/O finds comfort in her arms.

(M16A1) "Psh, I could beat the hell out of that blue demon."

(S/O) "B-But that's a supernatural ghost! You can't shoot ghosts!"

(M16A1) "I can sure try!"

She has the biggest smile on her face, just getting to enjoy this moment with S/O.

She's not really affected by the scares in the movie, just finding it funny more than anything.

G11 would be fast asleep if S/O didn't wake her up from their screaming.

The entire time, she is held like a teddy bear in S/O's arms, making her slightly annoyed.

(G11) "Loud..."

(S/O) "How can you sleep through that screaming and bloodshed?!"

(G11) "...It's not real."

(S/O) "B-BUT IT LOOKS SO REAL!"

(G11) "...Hm...I'm going back to sleep..."

She drools on their arms while S/O is never ever letting go of G11, for less romantic reasons this time around.

Not that she minded entirely, since it was comfortable.

Until S/O screamed and shook her awake, making her eyes groggily open before shutting again.

HK416 obliges S/O in watching horror movies.

After all, nothing like having the best T-Doll protect them, even from something as mundane as a film.

She only gets scared, because S/O screamed directly next to her.

(HK416) "GAH! God damn-why are you so loud?!"

(S/O) "S-Sorry, it just scared me!"

She rolls her eyes when she feels S/O get closer to her. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she muttered something under her breath.

(HK416) "If you were going to piss yourself, why are we doing this?"

(S/O) "I...I thought I could look braver if I could watch this with you here..."

(HK416) "Heh, some job you're doing."

She's going to lord it over her S/O that she wasn't scared once from the movie.

Until the final jumpscare made her recoil into S/O's arms, turning the tables.

[missmonsters2]

—NIGHTHAWK | EIGHT

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: The Poe Cup race has long passed and Wednesday actively tries to ignore the bet she's made. She may have won, but why does it feel like she's been defeated? She may be able to ignore it during the day, but not so much at night.

Warnings: Wednesday laments over planning a date. Enid is exasperated. Thing, our lovely messenger. Xavier gets threatened with jail. Mother!Weems

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Note: Wednesday: I will threaten you with a horrible time—wait, no not like that.

Part Seven

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Nighthawk: Noun. A recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.

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"Why are you rearranging everything?" Wednesday asks, her voice dull but tinged with a hint of annoyance.

You look at her sheepishly. "Sorry, I know you're trying to write."

Wednesday sighs, letting the ire settle away. After all, this was your room. But Wednesday had taken your words about coming here for some peace and quiet last week seriously and brought her typewriter the next day to your room, and it's been there ever since. 

Wednesday actively doesn't think about what it could mean that she'd been moving her stuff over into your room slowly because, at the very least, she still goes back to her own to sleep at night. 

She actively doesn't think about anything to do with you during the day.

"Why are you rearranging everything?" Wednesday asks again, her face unimpressed with how you've shuffled your coffee table, the inside of your closet, and how you've been eyeing your bed as if it was next.

You purse your lips as if debating whether or not to tell Wednesday the reason, but when she pinches her eyebrows at you, her gaze becoming more narrow, you relent. 

"I thought it'd be nice to have more room..." you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck.

"You've already optimized the space to its full potential," Wednesday raises her brow at you. "You won't be getting anything more unless you start throwing away things and you own nothing like the miserable orphan you are."

You can't help but laugh.

"I was thinking of giving away the coffee table," you admit with a smile. "One of the gorgon girls in the woodworking class said she could make me an extendable coffee table that I could fit into my closet."

"Why have you asked her? It is doubtful her skills would be superior to mine."

"Because you're not taking woodworking and it would have to be an extracurricular activity to do outside of class, and I feel like there's more interesting things you could be working on," you point out, giving up on rearranging and sitting on your bed.

"Like what exactly?" Wednesday flatly asks, her gaze studying your fictitious nonchalant face. 

"Do you like horror movies?" You ask instead of answering Wednesday's question, which makes the gothic girl's mouth twitch in annoyance. 

"If you're asking if they scare me, then no," Wednesday answers succinctly, with a tilt of her chin. "But I do enjoy watching them if they're done well."

"Me too," you tell her. "I mean, they do kind of scare me but I also kind of enjoy the feeling because then that means the movie was good."

There's a ghost of a smile on Wednesday's lip, too quick for you to see. 

"Which ones have you seen?" Wednesday asks, curious about what your tastes are. "Which ones terrify you the most?" Her eyes are glinting. 

"Not too many," you give her an amused smile. "Remember, I didn't really have access to the internet for entertainment, and I'm not really one for watching it by myself." 

You sit in thought, and Wednesday waits in anticipation. This was the kind of information that Wednesday had been waiting for because it was difficult to gauge what you were afraid of. 

"I think maybe paranormal movies?" You say, your tone lifting at the end like you were unsure.

Wednesday's face fell. "You're scared of ghosts?" She asks, thoroughly unimpressed. 

"Hey," you kick her foot lightly with your own. "How are you supposed to fight something that is already dead? They clearly already have the upperhand."

Wednesday lifts her hands and starts counting on her fingers. "Rituals, spiritual artifacts, using a psychic, destroy whatever is holding their attachment here, become a ghost yourself and—"

"Okay, okay, I get it," you laugh. "I still find them unsettling, though."

"Ridiculous," Wednesday scowls with distaste. "There are far more horrifying and interesting genres."

"Well," you say lightly, and Wednesday looks into your eyes. They gaze into her like they want to draw her in and send a secret message. "Guess you'll have to show me one of these days."

Wednesday wants to ignore the secret message. 

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"You'll have to show me one of these days."

The words kept repeating in Wednesday's mind, torturing her while she tried to sleep. Usually, it'd be lovely, but Wednesday would've preferred that it was her nightly sleep paralysis afflicting her instead. 

Wednesday had successfully ignored the fact she had won the bet of winning the Poe Cup race. It makes her irate that she’s won yet she feels like she’s been defeated. At least during the day, she was able to ignore it. At night, it haunted her and cost her sleep. 

On top of that, Wednesday was still looking into what her vision could possibly mean. During the day, she spent all her time analyzing you, searching for clues that you might turn on her just like Tyler had. It would be just her luck to have it happen to her a second time. 

But while Wednesday could see something lurking underneath your mask you put on to others, and even sometimes to her, you seemed mindful about the pace to be close. It was different from Tyler, who constantly made it known exactly what he wanted from Wednesday and that he wanted it immediately. 

Wednesday had been snooping around, hoping to trigger another vision, but nothing had come; therefore, she was at a dead end. She supposes she could just bring the issue to your attention and hear your thoughts, but for some unknown reason, she was reluctant. 

"You'll have to show me one of these days."

Damn it all, Wednesday sighs with force.

The task at hand was overdue, and Wednesday wonders if you wonder if she'll keep her word and plan this...date. The idea of being thought of as someone who couldn't keep their vows was disconcerting and disgusting.

This was ridiculous, Wednesday thinks as she removes her covers and sits up. So utterly ridiculous.  

Wednesday Addams never backed away from a challenge, and she was most definitely someone who kept all her threats and promises. 

She grabs a piece of paper, neatly scribbling words onto it before she tosses the pen to the side. 

"Thing," she whispers, even though nearly nothing could wake Enid at this hour. The disembodied hand gets up from his resting place and scuttles quietly over to her. 

"Drop this off and bring me a reply," she tells him. 

He looks at the note and starts signing words to her.

"Yes, what's wrong with what I said? It is succinct."

Thing makes a show of being exasperated with her using his fingers but takes the note and scurries off. 

Wednesday doesn't return to bed, waiting impatiently for Thing to return with her arms crossed, her index tapping her inner arm. It's minutes before the hand returns with a note in return.

"Was she awake?" Wednesday asks, and Thing indicates that you were. He passes her the note.

Wednesday grins, but it looks maniacal.

'Are you threatening me with a date? I thought you'd never ask.'

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The sounds of Wednesday typing lull you through your headphones. It's a consistent sound, and the only break is when the sound of Wednesday returning the carriage as the page hits the end. 

It was late at night, and it was unlikely for either of you to go out again. Since it's just the two of you in your room, you have your wings out, carefully preening the feathers with your fingers. The scars were healing nicely, but any forceful exertion would make them split open again, and you were not keen on that happening. You're also pretty sure Wednesday would be disgruntled with you if you did as well.

"How are your wings?" Wednesday asks as she takes a break from her writing.

"Sore," you admit, ruffling them lightly. "I can't really stretch them without re-opening the wounds, and they're usually hidden inside my back most days."

"I've been meaning to ask how that works," Wednesday stares at you while you gently massage the sore areas, being very careful of how far your stretch.

"I wish I could explain, but I really can't," you shrug. "It's just innate in faeries to be able to hide their wings. How does it all fit? I'm not sure, really. Most likely evolution and fae magic."

You were really focused, seemingly annoyed with where you couldn't reach. 

"Do you want assistance?" Wednesday offers. 

You freeze for a moment, looking up at Wednesday. The idea of Wednesday's fingers going under the feathers and pressing her fingers carefully against your wing was...a lot.

"Oh, uh," you remove your fingers from your flight appendages. "No, it's okay."

"Why?" Wednesday raises her brow. "You're clearly struggling. Do you not trust me to handle your wings carefully?"

"No, no, it's not that," you correct immediately. You sigh for a moment, feeling the heat rise to your ears. "It's just..." you shift on the bed. "You know my wings are sensitive."

Wednesday nods. "And I will be meticulous."

"It's not that," you mutter, feeling warm. "You massaging them...touching them...like that..." your voice trails, and you feel slightly mortified. This was so embarrassing.

Wednesday seems to catch on immediately, and her back goes straight and rigid. "I see." Her voice is brisk.

"Yeah," you say quickly back. "It's, you know...just ticklish," you say to avoid the awkwardness, but you both know it's not quite that. 

Wednesday just nods, not pushing to offer her help further, but there is a curious look in her eyes. You don't dwell on it as you check your watch.

"Oh, shit," you sigh as you stand, gently brushing the last of your feathers with your fingers. 

"What?" Wednesday asks with a frown, watching your wings disappear. 

"Larissa is leaving for some conference. It's apparently a long trip and she needs to drive out tonight."

Wednesday recalls Weems mentioning her absence for the weekend and a group of teachers being in charge, but there was hardly a need for concern as it was the weekend.

"I have to go see her off," you tell Wednesday. "It'll probably be a couple of minutes. Are you going to stay here writing?"

"I will be finished in a couple of minutes as well," Wednesday says. "I will be returning to my dorm room for the night. I have preparations to finish."

"Preparations, you say?" A sly smile on your lips that Wednesday rolls her eyes at. 

Since that night after the Poe Cup race, there haven't been any kisses. Wednesday's still figuring out what to make of it all. You seem content with how things are, and Wednesday was slowly studying her own desires and how to handle them accordingly. Sometimes, Wednesday thinks it was easier kissing a serial killer.

At least with the serial killer, she didn’t have to do any date planning. But since she was, she was going to do every single part of it correctly and perfectly. Wednesday mindlessly thinks she’s probably been driving Enid insane and feels gleeful at the thought.

The sly smile turns soft, the rarity that only belonged to Wednesday. You lean over and faintly kiss her on the cheek, and your warm lips tinge Wednesday's cool skin. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

You leave Wednesday sitting in your room with a soft click of the door, heading out to the front gates. There are still some students wandering about, and you give them friendly, light smiles with a short wave of your hand as they greet you. 

Inwardly, you sigh. 

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"I'm very serious," Weems gives you a stern look. "If there's anything wrong, you're to go to the nurse immediately. Don't think I've gotten over the last incident you had with the gorgon girls."

"I told you it was an accident!" You sigh almost dramatically. "They're nice girls! They're just...enthused...and strong."

Weems merely rolls her eyes but doesn't comment on it anymore. 

"I will only be gone for the weekend, I should be back Sunday night. It will be a short meeting."

"I know," you say, hiding back your sigh. "It'll be fine. I'm just going to be doing homework over the weekend."

"Right," Weems raised her brow, and an amused and wry smile graced her lips. "And by just doing homework over the weekend, you mean having a date with Miss Addams?"

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at Weems. "How did you know?"

Weems just makes some noncommittal noise before sighing. "My life seems to be fated to be entwined with the Addams family."

You look at her curiously, but Weems waves you off before she looks at you with a mildly uncomfortable look. "Do I need to give you the talk—"

"No!" You say immediately, cutting the principal off. Heat rises up your chest, burning the tip of your ears, and your cheeks feel hot. "It's—" you clear your throat into your fist—"it's fine. I'm good, I know."

Weems's face is slightly flushed red at the apple of her cheeks, and it makes you feel better. The two of you chuckle, letting it die into a comfortable silence. 

"I'll be home in two days," Weems repeats, softer this time. 

You nod. "Okay," your voice softer as well. It was strange, but you really did like having Weems around, despite Wednesday's grumbling about her. "Have a safe trip."

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Saturday passed quickly, and Enid could not be more thankful. If there was one more annoying thing than Wednesday obsessively investigating things, it was Wednesday obsessively trying to plan a date. Her grim roommate was extra unbearable this entire week. 

Thing dropped off a note to you earlier today to meet in Wednesday's room at precisely 7PM with your laptop. While Wednesday executed her plan, Enid kept her company for most of the day. 

"I'm surprised you were able to actually cook dinner here," Enid says dryly. "I can't believe you made your own makeshift stove and didn't burn our entire room down."

"Controlled arson is child's play," Wednesday drawls. She finishes setting up a projector she's borrowed (stolen) from a classroom before setting down a blanket with some cushions. She looks at Enid. "Give me all of your pillows."

"What? Why?" Enid frowns.

"Because only I enjoy sitting on rigid and awkward angles that may give me back or neck pains later," Wednesday explains succinctly while she grabs the one pillow from her bed, tosses it on the floor, and then grabs a black fuzzy blanket.

Enid sighs, reaching for her pillows and tossing them onto the blanket. Normally, she might've denied her roommate the request, but it was clear that Wednesday was trying to make this the perfect date from the way she's been obsessing about it all week, meticulously planning and researching. 

It was endearing to watch, but Enid wouldn't say it out loud.        

"You will change the pillowcases and wash the old ones when I'm back tomorrow," Enid warns her roommate, who noncommittally nods.

Then Wednesday freezes. "You're not returning tonight?"

Enid smirks. "Nope. I'm having a sleepover with Yoko tonight." She then gives Wednesday a look. "I won't do it too often, especially since Fae has her own bedroom you guys can be doing your dates at."

"It's smaller," Wednesday mutters, even though she knows it would've been fine to do it at your place. But Wednesday chose to do it in their own room so that she could rely on Enid returning in the worst-case scenario where the date was a failure.

Wednesday checks the time on her wrist and finds she has no time to make adjustments now. It was 6:55PM, and you'd be arriving soon. 

"Leave," Wednesday dismisses Enid, who sighs at her roommate's callousness but still wishes her good luck as she goes to find her vampire best friend along with Thing.

Time ticks slowly as Wednesday checks to ensure the sea witch paella she made is still warm. She does a final review of all her preparations and stands near the door. 

Wednesday wouldn't describe herself as nervous, but she does feel an uncomfortable pressure in her chest and something twisting in her stomach.

It's nauseating and exhilarating.

7:00PM. 

Wednesday waits, telling herself that while it's annoying that people are not customarily on time, it's not abnormal. 

7:05PM.

You were late, but Wednesday isn't worried. You aren't typically late to things, but there's been an occasional time she'll catch you out of breath running to class or to their nightly meet-up.

7:15PM.

Irritated.

Now Wednesday is irritated with how inconsiderate you were being and plans to make you reiterate what you were doing every single minute to be late. She knows you know the time to meet was 7PM. When Thing dropped off her note to you, you also provided a note back saying, 'You have such a way with words. See you at 7PM sharp then.'

A liar is what you are, Wednesday thinks with a downward curl of her lips. Wednesday pinches the bridge of her nose, annoyed at the fact that she has a stupid phone that is utterly useless. She wanted to throttle both Xaiver and Enid for endlessly praising how useful it was to have one. 

7:30PM.

Wednesday clenches her jaw as she blows out the candles and turns off her makeshift stove. She's vexed, but a larger part of her doesn't believe you'd not show up. The vision Wednesday had during the Poe Cup race appears, and she briskly strides out of her room.

Not in your room.

Not in any of the classrooms.

Not in the garden.

Not in the cafeteria.

Not in the library.

"Addams," Bianca greets with a raise of her brow. "Aren't you supposed to be on a date?"

Wednesday stops as Bianca approaches her. "You knew?" Her eyes narrow.

Bianca rolls her eyes, her blue eyeshadow accentuating her eyes. "Of course. Fae briefly mentioned it in the afternoon with a sickeningly happy look on her face. Can't say I see the charm of being on a date with you, but I digress."

"So you did see her earlier then?" Wednesday asks pointedly, ignoring everything else the siren said. 

Bianca raises a brow slowly at Wednesday's behavior. "I did, but she left for her studio about two hours ago. Why?"

Wednesday doesn't bother answering, walking past Bianca with haste.

There was only one place left to check, and Wednesday expected you to be there. You had better be sitting in your studio, having lost track of time, and Wednesday would berate you. But you'd be there to apologize, and they could salvage what was left of their date, and Wednesday would pointedly remind you that it was your fault their food was cold. They'd watch their horror movie as planned, and it wouldn't matter if it'd be late into the night because Enid wasn't coming back anyway.

Because if you weren't there, Wednesday would certainly kill someone. 

"Wednesday!" Bianca calls as she strides to catch up to Wednesday as they pass the Quad, grabbing the attention of Enid, Yoko, Xavier, and Eugene. 

"Wednesday!" Enid calls after her best friend, but she ignores it, walking with a distinct purpose to your studio. Enid and everyone else get up with haste to follow after their friend. "Wednesday, where's Fae?"

The familiar tree trunk comes into view, and she does the same sequence of action she always does to enter, not caring that she looks insane.

"What are you doin—where'd she go?" Eugene asks, his eyes narrowing as if that would allow him to see Wednesday again.

"It must be a fae realm," Bianca deducts, thinking back to her conversations with you. "Sirens have something similar. She must've created one out of her studio. Just follow what Wednesday did."

One by one, they repeat the actions, and Enid is the last to go through. And when she enters, she finds Wednesday a few feet away from her, eyes narrowed with her jaw clenched.

They don't have time to take in the space and view, as amazing as it is. 

"This isn't right," Wednesday grits out, her hands forming into fists. "This isn't the studio."

It looks perfect—neat and tidy. 

Untouched.

"What do you mean?" Bianca asks as she looks around. "This has to be Fae's studio, I can see her belongings. Look—these are the vases and pots she made in pottery class."

Wednesday's eyes move to look at the three pottery pieces Bianca is pointing at sitting in a cluster on the coffee table. They weren't perfect, a little wobbly, and you had laughed when Wednesday pointed out every imperfection and questioned why you even let them go into the bisque firing to set. 

But you said you liked how they were very clearly flawed and still worked without a hitch. 

There was nothing out of the ordinary, and they were most definitely yours. 

The only problem was that earlier today, Wednesday had come into your studio while you were studying. You had given Wednesday a strange look but asked no questions as she grabbed the soft, fuzzy black blanket you favored. You bought it in town recently after Wednesday started to help you apply the salve, picking black specifically because you hadn't known Wednesday like you do now and heard she was allergic to color. 

It was for the cooler nights, not that the cold ever bothered Wednesday, but it didn't stop you from carefully draping the blanket over her. Now, it was in preparation for tonight's date when they were watching horror movies.

Yet, the soft black, fuzzy blanket in her room was also folded neatly on a shelf inside a trunk-turned rack. Which also wasn't where Wednesday had taken it from earlier today.

"This is weird, though," Enid mutters, inhaling deeply through her nose.

"What?" Yoko asks as she takes off her glasses and looks around. 

"Wednesday, you said you and Fae are here pretty frequently, right? I thought you came here earlier."

Wednesday nods rigidly. 

"That's weird," Enid ponders, tilting her head. "I can barely smell you and Fae in this place. It's like...very stale. Months old, at least."

"Wait," Eugene furrows his brows. "How is that even possible?"

Xavier looks in deep thought, holding his chin as he thinks, but Wednesday already knows. Especially after Enid confirmed the scent. 

It all leads to one conclusion. 

This wasn't your studio, or more accurately—you and Wednesday haven't been in your real studio for some time.

"Is there anyone in this school that has Fae's number?" Xavier asks, and it makes the room tense. "Does she have Snapchat or anything that could show her location?

Bianca shakes her head. "No, she doesn't have any social media and she hasn't even given me her number, not that I think it would be useful, anyway. She's never on her phone except to watch her shows or read. Half the time, I'm convinced she probably just leaves it lying around."

"We...we should contact Weems, right?" Eugene asks as he looks at everyone. 

"Even if we do, Weems won't make it back until the morning, at least," Xavier points out. "But we should."

You were missing.

No, you've been taken.

The thought felt hollow, like Wednesday couldn't believe it. It only lasted a second before pure, unadulterated fury filled her. It was like a hot white ball forming in her chest, making her clench her jaw, barely able to contain the noise she wanted to let out. 

Wednesday hadn't been watching for you just half a day, planning this ridiculous date that you had been so stupidly excited for, and you were taken.

Wednesday can only blame herself. 

She blames herself for so many things. 

Indulging you.

Indulging herself.

She should've never agreed to this date—she should've never agreed to you. 

Why couldn't she just have dismissed you as another passing curiosity? Why couldn't she have just gotten what she needed to know and left you? You should've been nothing more than a passing, disturbing thought.

It would have saved her from feeling so wretched now. 

"Wednesday," Enid says softly. She lifts her hand to gently touch her roommate but thinks better of it when she practically smells the anger radiating off the grim-looking girl. "Wednesday," Enid repeats instead, "We need to find her."

"Of course," Wednesday snaps, unable to even comprehend that she was snapping at the wrong person. "Spread out and start searching every corner of this inane institute."

Xavier looks upset. "Wednesday, you shouldn't look alone—" 

"Go, or I will unapologetically send you to jail for a second time," Wednesday cuts off, threatening the tall, lanky boy with a glare. 

Bianca grabs the sleeve at his elbow, dragging him out while the others follow. 

Thing is the only one left with Wednesday, and he stands on top of the table, waiting for Wednesday to say something. 

Wednesday's jaw is clenched, and her hands are closed in tight fists. 

The problem was that Wednesday did indulge herself, and now you were hers, even if she refused to say it out loud. 

You. Are. Hers. 

You were hers to make pay for making her feel so wretched over you. 

"Thing," Wednesday bites out. "Bring anything personal of hers. Bring me anything that looks out of place."

The mystery brought her obsessive personality up to the front, and she would solve it.

Wednesday was going to find you—because you were hers—and she would slowly maim whoever had taken you.

PART 9

[rinsuniverse]

hi hiii i hope ur requests are still opennnn hihi can we get a woozi introducing his girlfriend to the members? Hehehehe 🫶🫶🫶 or woozi's girlfriend being a workaholic like him hehehe

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woozi introducing you to the svt members!

he'd be the more nervous one because, to be honest, he NEEDS his s/o to get along with the members because they are his family

if you don't get along with them, it'd be difficult for him to be with you

if the members come out of this interaction being like "tbh i don't really care for her," trust me, you'll be dropped

but i really doubt that they wouldn't like you!

woozi wouldn't introduce you to the members all together

so i imagine he'd start introducing you to the members he sees most often

he'd have you meet vernon one day in the studio and vernon goes "oh, sup?" and goes to dap you up

dap him up pls, or else 🔫

if you speak english, he'd probably bounce between languages to talk to you

he would really like you if you're chill and bright

and when you do tell him goodbye after some light conversation, he gives jihoon a nod and a thumbs up, as if saying "good choice"

dk, hoshi, and seungkwan are together when you were invited to the recording session

you spend the recording session balancing woozi's cold, direct attitude by complimenting the members and applauding them for even a little progress

and seungkwan jokes, saying, "i'd really like to record with just y/n ((T_T))"

in which jihoon scoffs, but then laughs at

it'd be funny when dk is recording and he's goofing off and you can't stop laughing

jihoon's like "please don't entertain him"

"fine. let's focus then, dk!"

"okay!"

and dk loves making people laugh

he'd love you if you laugh at his jokes

"we should invite y/n every time we record!"

and hoshi already loves you as soon as jihoon introduces you as his girlfriend

he'd constantly be trying to make things romantic for the two of you

"i think you both should press the button together. that'd be a cute couple thing."

and "wow, you two really balance each other out."

and "can i take a picture of the cutest producers?"

"soonyoung."

"sorry, moving on."

jihoon's ears are so red until he starts scolding hoshi for making recording difficult.

moving on to mingyu and dino

mingyu goes and shakes your hand politely, which makes dino go

"wow, you're acting so polite all of a sudden. this isn't like you at all."

and mingyu sends him death stares.

chan and mingyu tell you things about woozi that makes woozi regret letting you meet them

"you wouldn't believe how mean he is to us when we're recording, but recently, ever since he started seeing you, he's been kind of weird. like weirdly nice."

"shut up"

"see? this is what he does!"

mingyu and dino loved meeting you, and they're eternally grateful for you making woozi seem happier

when he introduces you to wonwoo, minghao, and jun, the five of you hang out for coffee

they're really nice to you and ask about your interests

lightly talking with them about life and hobbies and stuff would probably be the least stressful meeting

it results in you making more plans to hang out with them in the future

"oh, you like video games, too? we should play a game together next time!"

meeting joshua and jeonghan was scary for you

they at first were trying to intimidate you, but in their terms, they were "trying to make sure you're the right one for jihoon"

"so what's your blood type? and your zodiac sign? and your mbti?"

"gosh, you guys are overwhelming her."

"it's fine, i'll answer any questions"

after you passed their intimidating test (which was mainly a joke), they treat you normally

they tell you to take good care of woozi and that they are glad you're the one he's seeing

and lastly, seungcheol

seungcheol is polite to you and bows all the way when he meets you

he has his gummy smile on display when he talks to you

he tells you that if you're woozi's, then you're part of the seventeen family, and that you can depend on him if you need anything

he thanks you for taking care of jihoon and he enjoys meeting you!

so overall, the members would LOVE you!

thank you for the request! i hope you enjoyed this drabble. feel free to request more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))