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venus616 · 2 years

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I- OKAY, THE STREETS FIC DESTROYED ME😭😭😭! Sooo i had this idea where both peter compete who'd get her pregnant.....but ofc there's no way to know cuz they're identical but it's just very very exciting iykwim

(this is first time me requesting it lol, I'm sorry if it's awkward)

Feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable with this tho <3

not awkward at all!! i had fun playing around with this :) i just can’t believe how much y’all are feeling this double peter parker shit omg djjfnfjnjd

the bet (streets ?.?); {tasm!peter parker}

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader (you can interpret this as any peter parker if you so please)

Summary: in addition to this oneshot, this ask and in response to this even hornier ask

Warnings: established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, still dubcon (dubious consent) bc reader is unaware of their intentions, breeding kink, unprotected sex, squirting, oral sex, 18+, NSFW, can this count as kinktober?

Word Count: 4.2k (only smut (LOL))

A/N: okay let's pretend that they decided to live together and that logistically it makes sense… then this is my take on the request

ALSO just to make reading this easy: multiverse!peter is past tense + the shower; husband!peter is present tense + the kitchen counter

previously: streets | the aftermath

Living with two Peter Parkers was not necessarily the dream you’d thought it’d be. Sure, it was really convenient when you needed help around the house and one was busy patrolling, but it seemed like it was of more use to them when they got to have you to themselves a s individuals.

Through this living agreement, your husband didn’t mind you sleeping with his inter-dimensional self, which was only right since he practically begged you to let him stay despite knowing the feelings he had harbored for you.

But what you didn’t realize was how intentional every single time they came in you was, since it was something you never minded, in fact preferred or encouraged.

“But I’m so tired,” Is what you whine out when you turn off the stove, knowing that Peter wouldn’t be able to leave you alone unless he fucked you senseless at least once, or five times, tonight.

You noted to order takeout later instead of cooking since he was so adamant.

You could feel his hardon from behind and his large hands were engulfing your sides. You arch your backside onto his crotch and hear a soft moan escape his lips and know it’s your husband. He was a little more submissive than his counterpart.

Especially compared to how he treated you earlier today, it could only be your Peter peppering your jaw and neck in kisses, rubbing your ass through your sleeping shorts and grinding up against you.

Almost in juxtaposition to how the other Peter had your back pressed against the cold wall of your shower, thrusting hastily inside of you while your legs remained wrapped around his hips and his hands carrying you by your ass. You almost feel bad for how loud you were being from his brute force, only muffled by how your head would dip into his shoulders while your arms wrapped around his neck.

Your body gets hot thinking about it, especially reminiscing the steam of the shower dizzying you first thing in the morning. You were initially alone until you looked through the screen door, seeing a figure of Peter, not knowing which one even when the towel dropped.

You made space for him to get in and stepped back closer to the shower head, faced towards where he’d enter, picking up the soap to lather him in. Once he stepped in, you knew it wasn’t your husband for the lack of tattoo, thankful he didn’t end up getting it after all.

The water began to hit him, and it was a delicious sight that you focused on as the bubbles began to pile up on your hands. Instead of asking for the soap you were about to offer him, Peter got on his knees and pulled your leg to rest on one of his shoulders. Your lips parted, feeling the hot water begin to hit your back from the new position and feeling his mouth ghost your pubic area.

You throw your head back at how his mouth latches onto your core, lapping up your folds while rubbing onto your clit with his other hand. His tongue had already memorized you, running up and down your entrance while your clit rolled underneath his thumb. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair but ended up pulling at it when the pressure on your clit increased.

You’re brought out of your memories when you feel the current Peter trail his hand down your shorts to examine your wetness and play with your clit at the same pace. You’re breathy when you shake out of your distraction and feel his hand play with you.

“Did you hear me?” He asks. You shake your head, turning your head slightly to look at him hanging his head in the crook of your shoulder, still kissing your collar.

“I said,” He chuckles lowly, almost as if he knew what you were thinking about, “but I miss my wife,” He’s high pitched and breathy when he repeats himself, inserting his large fingers, both the index and middle into you making your body curl into him.

Your hand clutches onto his much larger forearm that remains on your stomach, clutching at your flesh to keep you in place and your shirt above the seam of your shorts for easy access. You feel his wedding band and lace your fingers with his all while shuddering at his quick and skilled movements. You bite your lip embarrassed at how quick your pants are.

“I thought you like sharing me,” You rasp out, feeling Peter’s fingers thrust and scissor into you effortlessly. Your wetness coats his fingers easily from the attention he was giving you and the memories of how you started your day.

Peter nibbles on your ear before lowering your shorts further on your hips with his free hand. “Sometimes,” He reminds you.

You let out a soft sigh, liking the honesty.

The possessiveness.

“Other times,” He starts while curling his fingers further into your pussy, the wetness dripping out onto his palms. “I just want you filled up with my cum,” He reminds you, before inserting another finger. You become almost too sensitive and recoil in his grasp, almost tightening your legs around his hands before he stops you.

“And only mine,” He continues, growling in your ear knowing you’re close by the way you’re clenching around him. You struggle to hold it, feeling the familiar tension in the pit of your stomach while Peter’s cock flexes against your back.

“Mhm,” You nod in understanding, being held against his body for dear life only to get you to stop squirming under his touch.

“Cum for me baby,” He exhaled, getting just as impatient as you. You held tightly onto his arms for leverage and clenched around his fingers, feeling more than stretched out for whatever he had in store for you tonight. You feel yourself continuing to pulsate around nothing when he removes his hands and pulls your shorts down, pooling around your ankles.

You step out of them and remove your shirt, revealing yourself to be entirely bare. You arch your back over the counter, feeling especially bold when you lift your knee over the granite to make it easier for him to enter. (Not that he ever had an issue before)

He grins before lowering the waistband of his sweats and raising his t-shirt to reveal his aching cock to line up to your core. He slips in with ease and you moan immediately, encouraging him to go deeper when you lean forward. “Fuck me Peter,” You breath out, with your hands clutching at your counter top.

“Such a filthy mouth,” Peter taunts. You scoff out a humorless laugh when you remember how the other version of himself said the exact thing earlier, it almost felt like deja-vu.

When you recall it, it was when he had first slammed your back against the wall, causing you to curse out in pain and impatience. But in Peter’s defense, at the moment you had the mouth of a sailor. It didn’t help that he entered into you while you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, caused by him eating you out like you were his breakfast.

“You’re so mean to me,” is what you responded with that morning. You shook your head when you said it, pouting a little hoping it would make him feel inclined to go a little softer on you.

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck desperately, while he rocked his hips from beneath you, still causing your back to grind against the tiles behind you.

Peter leaned into your ear, arms fully flexed from hiking you up to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t help the quick moans escaping your lips at the sight of his body underneath the water. Feeling his cock hit the depths of your pussy each time he thrusted felt like torture, knowing you couldn’t do much in return while in this position.

He continued to moan in your ear before meeting your forehead with his own, making you keep eye contact with him. He smiles before he says it, the shower water turning lukewarm when it hits your sides.

“Only because you make it so easy,” He grunted out before thrusting particularly hard into you. You whimpered, feeling your body jolt from his strength.

The water dripped down both your faces, and you admired his dark glare into yours while the droplets streaked down his hair. You went in for a passionate kiss, clashing onto his face and holding onto his shoulders while he almost bruised your thighs.

You ignored how uncomfortable it was being held against this wall because of the pleasure that came with Peter practically splitting you open. He repeatedly hit your cervix making it harder for you to bite back the screams that would surely be heard by your husband.

“You look so good bouncing on my cock like this,” He praised, detaching himself from your desperate kisses. You nodded, locking eyes with him and ran your hands through his wet chocolate locks.

“Gonna look even better with my cum inside you,” He added before going back in for a kiss, getting sloppier with his thrusts. One of his hands latched onto your breasts, rolling your nipple in between his fingers.

You didn’t pay any mind to it until your husband echos the same thing the other Peter did earlier.

Peter pulls your neck back to his chest while you’re still clutching on the kitchen counter and whispers into your ear, “Gonna have my babies,” he continues.

You’re brought back to reality when your breathing is compromised under his touch. When you inhale a large gasp he lets go so you can lean forward to arch your back, laying your hands flat against the counter.

Peter then holds onto your hips to maneuver you to repeatedly slam onto his pelvis, the loud smacks echoing in the kitchen. If you thought better of it you’d be embarrassed at the idea of his other half walking in on this scene but you then realized that’s probably part of the thrill for Peter at the moment.

“Babies,” You repeat, barely of a sound mind still not understanding why they sound identical today.

“You’re taking me so fucking well,” He grunts out, “I wanna knock you up,” He adds right before sending a sharp smack to your ass. The ring left an imprint on your ass that you’d never get used to. You yelp out a whimper from how it shot sensitivity right up your spine and into your abused core from all the orgasms throughout the day. You swore these boys were fucking with your tolerance at this point.

“Knock me up?” Peter doesn’t miss that it comes out as a question and drags your body to come back up at its previous position by your breasts, massaging the both of them while your back is pressed up his chest again.

Your hands are over his hands, playing, almost teasing your boobs while he questions you in your ears. “Do you wanna have babies with me?”

You’re caught off guard by this. Obviously it was one of the many things you spoke with Peter about before you two got married where you agreed that if the time was right, it would happen. But in the greater scheme of things, it just seemed a little abrupt to bring up. Still, you were so intoxicated off of him all you could do was nod, turning around to meet his eyes lustfully.

“Yeah?” Peter’s eyes lit up, his thrusts getting sloppier when you moan out what is barely a ‘yes’ through a heavy “Uh-huh.”

When you turn back around and close your eyes, all you can see in your head is earlier today when you watched Peter fuck you from the angle he held you in the shower and the string of curses that escaped both your lips when you were close.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I’m gonna get you pregnant in no time,” Peter muttered so low you almost missed it. You were too distracted to say anything though, mostly because you weren’t necessarily opposed to it when you were being fucked so well.

All you remember is that your breasts felt like putty in his hands, similar to now, and he took advantage of it in this position as they were practically begging for his attention.

He raised you a little higher from his cock and lifted you up from the wall, knowing he didn’t need the support. Peter then slammed you onto his hips, making you throw caution to the wind and yelp out.

“Peter,” You tried moaning out for him to slow down but he doesn’t listen as his teeth latched onto your chest now. You sensitivity was at an all time high now, feeling sharp shots of pain sent through your nervous system when your nipples were being suckled on top of being fucked senseless.

“Let go, let it go for me,” He begged you when he felt the frequency of your clenching pick up. He relished the feeling and started to slow down as your movements stuttered throughout your body on top of him. When you felt his cum shoot into you shortly after, he fucked it into you until you started to feel his cock soften.

Peter eventually relaxed on your tits and looked back up at you inbetween the valley of your breasts apologetically, as if to say that he couldn’t help himself.

He finally let you step back down on your own feet but you could barely stand. He supported you by holding onto your lower back but his fingers found his way to your folds and fingered you. You instinctively flinched from the overstimulation but he forced your legs to stay open.

The cum that ran down your thighs, he managed to fuck back into you through his fingers, but you didn’t note it as he engulfed you in a kiss as soon as you were able to stand up on your own. It was cute to Peter really, you sounded so desperate for him to be gentle, clueless to the entire ploy he and his other self cooked up.

Still unaware while your husband’s pacing starts to get sloppy, the smacks filling the air while your lower stomach feels tense.

“Peter,” You cry. You’ve lost track of the amount of times you’ve been getting fucked in the last week alone, it almost felt like you were in more pain than pleasure.

“I know, just hold on a little,” Peter grunts before thrusting even harder a few more times, “longer,” His voice is getting unsteady, you know he’s close. You try to fuck back again knowing it’s one of his bigger weaknesses, seeing how your ass bounces onto him. Peter felt the force of your ass meeting his hips and looked down, knowing he was a goner.

Seeing the skin of your cheeks ripple off of his and onto his cock so perfectly, while feeling your desperate cunt clench onto him was more than enough. His deep moans praise you while he couldn’t form coherent words, obviously drunk off of your movements.

“Cum in me baby, give it to me,” You rasp out and turn back around to meet his eyes, knowing that would really send him over the edge.

“Fuck,” He says it repeatedly, while he thrusts a few more final times. You can feel his hot cum shoot inside you, cock pulsating in your sensitive core which just makes your knees shake but you remain still, or rather, Peter makes you remain still. He moves himself only slightly, trying not to let too much cum seep out and you shake your head mostly out of exhaustion, but also out of disbelief.

When he fully slips out of you, he repeats Peter’s earlier motions to keep the cum inside of you. You barely have the energy to lift yourself up from the counter and just crave the warmth of your husband.

Eventually you manage, and then you kiss him gently, while he smirks. You pull away, tiredness written all over your confused expression.

“What is it?” You ask, fully turned around to face him.

Peter shakes his head, but what you didn’t know was that he was thinking back to a conversation he had with his other half the other week.

Peter thinks you read his mind, but it’s really because you finally had enough reason to ask as they lack subtlety: “Care to tell me why you and the other Parker have baby fever all of a sudden?”

He only grabs your smaller hand in his, before leading it to your stomach and rubbing it. “Why, you don’t wanna have my baby?” He pouts, obviously deflecting the bigger question.

“Of course I do,” you roll your eyes at the accusation before removing both your hands from your stomach.

“I just want to know why now,” You clarify before sitting at the counter. You feel how sore you are when your hands find their way to your cunt again.

Looking down at how your fingers trace your wet folds, mixed with your cum and his, you ignore how Peter is watching you, cock twitching at the sight of your spread legs and left over sweat trickling on your boobs.

His eyes flickered from the sight of his cum seeping out of your pussy back to your eyes, still figuring out how he should answer.

Peter watches your middle finger graze your clit and how your body reacts to the feeling. He loves how sensitive you are. His cock is already half hard watching how your fingers collected the cum that seeped out of you.

You eventually look up at him and you catch his eyes darken. Round two is about to happen.

“We have a bet,” He lets the words run together on his tongue, before moving the heels of your feet to the edge of the counter.

There’s a couple of things that go through your mind when he says that while he continues to readjust your body.

One being that you’d definitely have to disinfect this counter before you go to bed tonight. Second is the conclusion that you really can’t leave two Peter Parker's alone together for more than 24 hours.

“A bet?”

You know you shouldn’t be as calm as you’re being about this. At least from a rational standpoint. However, none of the decisions made up to this point were rational.

“We love you so much,”

Here he goes, you think,

“We just wanted to see who could get you pregnant first.”

Oh.

When Peter closes the distance between your bodies and kisses your neck you know he has easy access to fuck you. Once his cock is standing against his stomach again he readjusts your legs, one around his waist and another over his shoulder.

It would’ve been more of a pain if you weren’t used to being put in less than comfortable positions for him by now.

You inhale sharply, trying to be mad at him. “Peter,” You try to say as his hands remain on your hips. One of them snakes back down to his cock to realign with your entrance, and he shoots back up an apologetic look to you, reminding you that you were no match for his brown eyes.

Either of them really.

You both hiss when he re-enters you effortlessly but you repeat yourself.

“Peter, you can’t be,” You moan, but try to keep your voice steady. You failed but you weren’t backing down now. “Fucking serious,” You stutter when the curse leaves your mouth, mostly because of having to readjust to his size at this position.

He has a guttural groan that shoots arousal down to your core the moment it hits your ears. “Ungh, I, fuck,” He quickens up his pace, obviously not listening to you. “I know but hear us out,” Peter dips his head into your shoulders, kissing the sensitive spots of your neck as if it would make the situation better.

“Regardless of what happens, we'll take care of you,” He whimpers. His thrusts get sharper when he picks back up his head and your jaws are both slacked at the new pace.

You’re looking at where your bodies meet while Peter is focusing on your flushed out face, motivating him to go faster.

You shut your eyes out of the pain mixing in with pleasure, also frustrated by his attention, biting your bottom lip to stop the flow of curses from flowing out.

Peter studies your reaction and almost feels bad.

Almost.

“You feel so fucking good around me, I can’t help myself,” Peter adds, cooing into your face when his forehead rests yours. You pinch your eyebrows together and shake your head as if to disagree but he only shakes his head with you.

“We can’t help ourselves,” He corrects, panting along with you.

“Pete,” You whine, arms wrapped around his neck as he fucks you on the edge of the counter, and you can feel him reaching so deep into your cervix repeatedly it makes you want to scream.

He notices it and starts pulling out far enough to tease you, just to slam back into you. If he wasn’t careful enough you’d definitely hit your head on the cabinets.

You cry out from his increasing speed and feel your thighs burning up from the snapping of his hips against yours from this angle.

“You’re so fucking good to me,” Peter says, he almost sounds like he’s about to cry when he thrusts into you.

“Good to us,” He adds, still slamming against your sensitive, sopping pussy.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes when you feel how deep he’s going inside of you, feeling his balls smack against your cunt.

Peter notes how you tighten around him when he says it, and decides to use it against you. He brushes stray hairs behind your ear before continuing.

“You’re our good girl,” His hands find his way to your throat, gently holding it while you try to stay still as his movements only stretch your leg further. He uses his free hand to hold onto one side of your hips

You whimper and nod, knowing he already won.

“I’m your good girl,” You repeat, hardly audible from your lips from how hard it is to speak.

“So fucking good,” He reaffirms and matches his thrust to every syllabus in that statement and you feel like you could almost pass out. You don’t even warn him, immediately cumming around him and mewling out at how abrupt the tension snapped in your stomach.

You look down and realize there was more than cum being released and that a viscous, clear liquid was trickling down the counter and all over his t-shirt, the liquid glistening over his lower abdomen and still hard cock.

“‘M sorry,” You gasp out, “I couldn’t help it,” your voice is hardly above a whisper. Your chest is heaving from how much energy that took out of you, but Peter was just surprised to see that you were so overstimulated you squirted.

His eyes only light up with mischief before he goes back and inhales you into a kiss. He holds his cock to enter your pussy and his hips stutter at the wet, hot feeling before slowing down. He removes himself off of your lips to grunt into your shoulder, telling you he was close. He quickly shoots a smaller load than before into you.

Seeing you surrender to him, feeling your heat suction around him with no warning, added onto how how fucking hot it was for him to see you squirt onto him? It’s no wonder he came immediately.

He leans in to kiss you again, this time you’re too exhausted to return it with the same passion. Only gently kissing back while his tongue begs for entrance.

Peter reaches down to rub your clit to garner a reaction and you part your lips out of over stimulation, but you immediately reach for him to stop. Your hands lace when you do, before you meet his eyes again.

“Too much.” You shake your head, knowing you didn’t have it in you to say more at the moment.

He grins and chuckles at your fear before listening to your objections.

You pout and furrow your eyebrows before your hands reach down to cover your cunt, closing your legs to tease him.

“Don’t be mean,” You remind him.

“Sorry, baby.” He leans in to kiss you again, without the foreplay and this time you let him in. Only caressing your scalp, to help you lean into the kiss.

Soon after, he swoops you up over the threshold to take you into your bedroom for the night. You yelp out but he covers it up by smothering your face in kisses. You giggle your protests all the way through before you bounce on the shared bed he threw you on.

And while you struggle to believe that either of them thought this bet through, you let Peter cum into you as many times as he wanted to that night.

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prismuffin · 2 years

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Hey!! Can I request a top male reader x Price. Reader is new to the 141 team, Laswell recruited him for the team. Little does the team know Price and reader are married, they do know that Price is married tho. The team finds out when they catch a shirtless, pants-undone Male Reader literally on top of Price, who is shirtless, only in boxers, and covered in hickeys (They were being a little too loud).

A/n: KSKSJFHSKFJHSJ YESSSS ugh he has no right to be that hot idk- also the gif>>>>

“PRICE?!”

John Price x top!male!reader

( summary: after hearing their captain's groans of pain throughout base they rush to his room only to see him underneath you, definitely not in pain )

warnings?: light swearing, light smut but it's not directly talked about

C/n means code name!

!-!more under the cut!-!

The team waited patiently as Laswell left to go grab who was supposed to be their newest recruit. She seemed to be almost laughing to herself as she described your skills and explained why you'll be a great asset to the team. For once, Price was actually unsure about who this new recruit could be, but they seemed to be well trained and very skilled from what he can gather. The door opened again, and their attention snapped to it as Laswell walked in with their newest recruit. "Boys, meet Y/n L/n, otherwise known as C/n." Price almost audibly gasped at the sight of you. His husband. Is that why Laswell was laughing? Cause she knew the whole time? "C/n? How'd you get that name?" Soap's Scottish accent cut through the room and you chuckled, "You don't wanna know." A smirk found it's way to your face as your eyes scanned over the team before landing on Price. You stared at him as Laswell introduced everyone, telling you their names and ranks, though you didn't seem to care about anyone but Price, which the team noticed. They decided not to think much of it, and some really didn't care at all (I'm looking at you Ghost).

After the meeting, Price was assigned to show you around, and by that I mean he volunteered. "I just can't believe you didn't tell me you were switching!" He whisper yelled to you as you walked together. There was a hint of amusement in his voice though he did seem to be at least a little mad at you. "What can I say? I just wanted to spend more time with my husband." You stopped walking, grabbing his waist slowly while smirking. He was quick to swat your hands away and you pouted, "What? You didn't miss me at all?" You faked a hurt expression but smiled when John rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course I miss you, I just wish I'd have gotten a bit of a bloody warnin eh?" You crossed your arms and shrugged, "Laswell thought it'd be funny." He scoffed muttering an "unbelievable," as he began walking again. You chuckled and smirked as you caught up to him, slapping his ass. He gasped and hit your arm which hurt more than you'd like to admit. You said sorry even though you clearly weren't and attempted to grab his hand only to get slapped away. You attempted again and he denied once more, that didn't stop you from trying the entire rest of the time you guys walked around base, he settled with holding your pinkie whenever no one else was in sight.

It's been about a week since you join 141 and you've mostly made friends with everyone. You'd heard a lot about Gaz from your husband so it was easy to click with him when you brought up stuff you knew he'd relate to. Soap was just easy to get along with in general and that Ghost guy is someone you're still working on. Either way currently the team had just gotten back from a small mission, they’d left both you and Price back at base for recon. After the mission was done they’d said their goodbyes over comms and took their short flight back to base. Walking in from the hanger, they all chatted - though it was mostly Gaz and Soap, Ghost didn’t mind listening in. “Aw man you should’ve seen that guys face when he realized he was out of bullets!” Gaz laughed with Soap, even Ghost let out a silent nose laugh at the two. “Yo y’alright lad?” Soap asked as he noticed that gaz had stopped laughing. “Did you hear that?” He asked and Soap slowly shook his head. “Lt?” Soap questioned and Ghost also shook his head. “Maybe you’re hearing things mate-“ Soap stopped talking abruptly as what sounded like a groan rang through the halls. “See there it is again!” “Ohhh yeah I heard that one! Ey LT, wanna check it out?” Soap shot Ghost a grin and he huffed.

“Ahh, shit-“ “Sounds like Price-“ Ghost said only to be cut off by Gaz. “You think he’s hurt?” “Doubt he’s hurt, sounds more like-“ Gaz hurried off causing Soap to laugh as Ghost sighed, following the two as they speed walk through the halls. Their captains groans only got louder the closer they got, curses being added in sometimes here and there. As they neared the shut door to Price’s room Gaz began walking a bit faster, obviously worried for his father friend. A “MmmphFuck- Y/n~” stopped Soap in his tracks, “wait that doesn’t sound like-“ Gaz busted the door open, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight before him. Price was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his neck and chest and the inner bits of his thighs were covered in purple bruises. You hovered on top of him, pants unbuttoned, staring at the three new guests that entered the room. “Ahh shit I thought I locked the door..” they heard you mumble, all three of their eyes wide in shock.

“PRICE?!”

Gaz yelling seemingly knocked everyone (but you) out of their shocked trances. “Christ!” John shot up, bumping into your form, causing you to stumble back, gripping at the bed as to not fall. “Oh. Ohohoho-“ Soap started as he looked between the both of you. Soon after, he busted out laughing and unlike before he was the only one doing so. “Respectfully Sir, what the actual hell did I just walk in on?” Ghost spoke over Soaps loud laughter and Price could do nothing but stutter out useless excuses. “Aren’t you married?!” Gaz yelled and Soap immediately stopped laughing at that. “Ohhhhh Captain, cheating on your spouse? Not cool,” Soap looked shocked and you smirked, looking between both parties. “I’m not cheating on my-“ “Not cheating?! You’re practically naked and being fondled by this- this- new guy!” Gaz almost looked betrayed as he held his arm out towards your figure to emphasize his point. You failed to stifle a laugh and Price shot you an unimpressed look. “Gaz, calm down im not cheating on my Husband, he is my husband.” You nodded and both Soap and Gaz looked between each other. “Huh??” “Yup, it’s true I married this old guy.” You crossed your arms and jumped, feeling Price pinch you teasingly for your choice of words. “Wait so- your husband joined the team and you two didn’t say anything?!” Soap asked and you laughed, “I thought it’d be funny.” Price sighed, “It wasn’t relevant information at the time.” You shot him a false betrayed look as Gaz and Soap went silent. A deep chuckle from behind the two caught everyone attention. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood there, shoulders bouncing in what appeared to be silent laughter. “Fucking ‘ell, you lot really are something else.” He muttered and Soap’s face broke out into a grin as he started to laugh again. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Gaz spoke and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “Yeah yeah, this is all very funny but if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go back to what I was doing.” You motioned your head towards Price with a wide smirk as his face started turning red. Gaz looked borderline mortified and was quick to leave, Ghost and Soap following shortly after, though not without Soap throwing you a wink from over his shoulder.

Price groaned after the door shut, flopping backwards onto the bed with his face placed in his hands. You grabbed one, pulling it off of his face before planting a soft kiss to his cheek with a chuckle. "Sorry love, I could've sworn I locked the door." He sighed, "It's fine, s'not entirely your fault I was kind of being loud..." He mumbled and you laughed, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Do you want to continue?" You asked, not so subtly grinding your hips down to resume the previous friction. He let out a breathy moan at the feeling before staring into your eyes and nodding slowly. Your face broke out into a grin as you leaned up a bit more, pulling his other hand away from his face and planting a proper kiss to his lips. That night, Price had tried to keep it down though with practically everyone already knowing what you both were up to there was really no point.

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salisburyliam · 26 days

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My WORST to BEST ranking for Heaven's Secret 2 LIs

Oh boy I finally did it!!!! never want to read this book ever again, lmao

NOTE 1: We all know that HS2 has its flaws —S1 feels like a fever dream— but personally one that really irks me is not being able to choose whether or NOT you want to marry your LI. I mention this because many LIs routes are (negatively) affected by this sudden marriage imo

NOTE 2: Winchesto you deserve so much better than Rebecca.

7. Dino - He's never been a character I've been particularly fond of, but at least in HS1 he had some narrative importance (the dynamic with Lucifer was a lot of fun too). His relevance in HS2 is, well, zero & I personally don't feel the chemistry between Vicky and him at all. That being said. Of all the LIs, the only one with whom the wedding makes absolute sense is with Dino - he's 100% husband material.

Being good should not be equivalent to being boring… but in Dino's case, it is. 4/10

6. War - His dynamic with Vicky is… okay-ish? I guess??? They are a hot couple (I personally love his design & his laugh is sexy af) but the connection is lacking & there is no emotional intimacy whatsoever. They keep saying they're in love but are theeey? You don't know each other. Also, if you decide not to k*ll him and don't romance him later in s2 he's literally just a background character.

I don't think this man is ready to be a husband - he should get therapy first. 5/10

5. Hunger - If it were a matter of rating characters, Hunger would be in the top three. His first appearance is one of my favorite scenes in the book along with the board game moment, lmao. But if it comes to rating him as a LI… The relationship feels rushed, to say the least. Marrying a character who appears halfway through the second season makes no sense at all - their wedding scene is just weird.

You guys met like five episodes ago. How about we start by dating first? 6/10

his smile is unsettling lol 4. Malbonte - Replaying this book so many times has made me really appreciate Malbonte. A soldier who will do whatever it takes to win. I love how everyone assumes that he always, always, has a plan (he usually does). But as a LI? His main emotion is rage and pure indifference. As a husband for life, I don't understand how that could work: I can imagine Vicky asking him how his day was and Malbonte's only response being '….' 😐🙄 Go boy give us nothing!

Seriously though. I really love him as a character, but he needs to join War in that therapy thing. 7/10

3. Astaroth - The first interactions are awful & personally his sprite doesn't help either (he's literally a male M*ley Cyrus) but he has so much chemistry with Vicky, it surprised me. Their relationship feels organic as you progress, but just like the rest of the characters that appear in the second book, it all feels rushed. The wedding option should ONLY have been available for characters that appeared in the previous book - with new ones it just feels unearned.

Still, it had potential. 8/10

2. Mimi - The only female LI (how's that legal) and one of my favorites. tbh I think she's TOO good for Vicky??? lmao. A character who is impossible not to adore (even judgy Rebecca gives her approval), in-laws anyone would love to have, and a route that is equal parts endearing and passionate. I confess I kinda miss her sprite from the first book tho

The only reason she's not at the top of the list is the motherf*cker below. 9/10

1. Lucifer - Simply put, they feel like soulmates - especially if you choose Angel's path (he was my LI in the first book so that also plays into it). I haaate his behavior in S1, but even with that rocky start the dynamic between Vicky and Lucifer is, and will always be, one of my favorites. They have everything: chemistry, banter, passion, vulnerability moments... I love the contrast of the Lucifer from HS1 with the Lucifer in the final episode. That's growth.

I sincerely hope the third book focuses on their married life and, hopefully, Lucifer being a girl dad 😍😍 10/10

CREDIT

#romance club #rc heaven's secret 2 #rc hs2 #heaven's secret 2 #ranking

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I promised myself to wait a little more before reading but I couldn't focus when I just knew this was big.

So yeah, I end reading porn while my lecture... no regrets.

Me, reading chapter 31: Percy, your daddy issues are SHOWING my girl.

Can't blame you tho, your dad's hot. He's not a DILF, he's THE DILF, He deserves every capital letter.

Love that crazy blonde, have a special place in my heart.

Grover just got himself a VIP ticket to HELL, my boy, you just got yourself a target in your back and, all satyrs in both worlds are going to suffer for that decision even with Percy's help.

Poseidon promised to do nothing, but the rest of the family didn't

Love it, cause at least they know SOMETHING is happening now, kinda of. Well, now they KNOW she's alive and that's something...

Could be worse, wondering if Grover noticed her dress and what he's going to see about it. She has become a wife/prisoner? she did run away? Percy is using really expensive jewellery like mere rocks and can say something (a god? a god from a different pantheon?)

Anyways, she's now one bad fall from diving into the incest sin and I'm pushing her, after the first wet bed... well, we know they aren't known for their patience.

I'm rotting for Sun Wukong, just imagine what that tail can do 😏😏😏 (for once, I'm not being horny, but imagine him using that tail to push her close and hugging her. I'm a bitch for cuddles, make me blush like no porn has done before).

(Odin, the other way, is a DILF I totally respect ❤️👄❤️)

Chapter 32

Well, I did see this scenery come... but Zeus accusing Hera of being unfaithful? wishing it to be real, maybe with Ganymede, just to add more burn.

Totally deserves it, but you know, isn't happening.

(Sometimes, for a little bit, I feel sad for her. Her husband is The Bitch, has an almost impossible mission and no one is helping her... well, then I remember how she treated her husband's lover, literally kids, how she's just searching for Percy cause she needs her and then I'm fine, totally deserved)

(Now I'm rooting for the RoR gods, not because they're better, just cause at least they're honest about their feelings about humanity and, don't treat their children like guns with discount in Walmart)

Poseidon taking advantages from all his chances to discover new kinks with Percy (*screams, giggles, hides her face*). You're spoiling us, brat taming is my favorite kind of dom/sub smut, so this was gooooooooood for me

Poseidon just making her cry and then making her kiss him? Percy, you're living a wattpad history and is niceeeeee

Percy/Poseidon and Percy/Beelzebub fans, we're winning tonight!!!!

Beelzebub: A life with Percy or no life at all Me: Whatever you say king, I love your crazyness, don't change

He really is ready to save her, no matter if it means she's leaving him... a maturing king, love it.

Okay, we know he'd never send her to another's man arms (Sorry, I always forget his name), but he's TRYING and that's all I ask from him. He's closer than the others...

(Feeling like that TikTok "what if he's the devil? at least the devil has a job")

(What if he's throwing away her chances to go back home, at least he takes her to Midgard dates 🙄🙄🙄🙄)

Yes, I looking throught the BIGGEST red glass, not seeing red flags, just hearts around Beelcy.

Me:

Poseidon for the horny side and Beelcebub for the romantic side ❤️❤️

You know what would be amazing? Nico having to see all of this.

Imagine, the drama.

We know you love the drama queen, don't try to fool me, I know you survive from our tears and horny desires.

(Queen... just wondering... is this a harem history (Percy ends with all the yanderes) or just one of them? cause for now in my mind they have a horary where they share Percy like a divorce child)

Amazing like always ❤️❤️❤️❤️

YOU READ INCEST PORN AND CANNIBALISM DURING YOUR CLASS LECTURE??? 💀💀💀 i could never, i don't have the guts even when my phone has the privacy screen protector thing 😂

also, "all satyrs in both worlds are going to suffer for that decision even with Percy's help." yeah the satyrs in ror verse are still in deep shit even tho percy tried to help them, cuz even though it was only the GREEK council who saw it, this whole thing made BIG NEWS

can you imagine shiva, parvati, kali, and durga's reaction to hearing that percy was "violated" by an unknown satyr IN HER DREAMS?

or loki's reaction? or literally any god that knows about her and likes her???? or just gods in general (especially the protector of children gods) 💀💀💀 like, satyrs already have a terrible reputation, but to target a "one year old" daughter of poseidon IN HER DREAMS (which is unheard of for satyrs to be capable of, which makes it even more terrifying)???? they're FUCKED 💀💀💀

pan and dionysus are gonna have to put them into hiding or something lmao

there's more posy coming in in the futre, and as for beelzebub, he's just digging a deeper and deeper grave for himself lmao. he is singlehandedly ruining his own ship 😭😭😭 but at least he still has beelcy shippers on his side 💀

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sillylittlestoryblog · 2 years

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Meet cute

Greg Hirsch x Reader

Warnings: its cheesy romcom stuff, english isnt my first language, this isnt canon to succession at all, might be somewhere season one but shiv is working at waystar, use of y/n

Fluff nothing more.

Summary: Reader is Shivs assistant and has to bring some secret documents to Toms new assistant. He is your bosses cousin and has been working at waystar only for a few weeks. You are more than curious to meet him.

Notes: i loveeee succession and i love Cousin Greg the egg. I am not ready for it all to end. And damn the last episode is gonna air one day before my birthday. Another reason to cry at my birthday…it happens every year. Also none of my friends are into succession ( such bad friends ) so if you want to be my succession bestie pls dm me. Thx for reading this. And if you like it, just so you know, comments are like long hugs to writers :)

A loud knock on your office door interrupted your work. For hours you sat on the same boring documents and your head was literally glowing. The day had not started very well. After you arrived late at the trainstation and had missed your train, you felt you already knew that today would be awful. As you walked out into the New York winter air with cold ears, you almost collided with someone else. Why didn't this giant pay more attention to where he was going?

At Starbucks you quickly bought an overpriced coffee and two bagels. One for you and one for your boss. You had overslept and didn't really have time for breakfast and even though you were actually quite good at your job, you could get fired at any time. Waystar was not known for treating its employees well. The longer you worked there the more you hated the company. But you couldn't just quit. You have to pay rent and have enough money to keep you and your two cats alive. You needed that job. That means, that it happened more than often that you had to skip eating or sleeping. The main thing is that your boss has her hot coffee and snacks on her expensive coffee table every morning. And you need to do your job as her assistant perfectly, without ever being late.

But most mornings she wasn't even in the office. you could only wonder what happened to the cold coffee.

About four hours after you ran sweaty and red-headed to your little office to spend the next few hours in front of your computer, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Heyy, Good Morning Y/N. Nice to see you. Can you please bring these to my husband on the other floor. I have a meeting now. See you.“

And away she went again. Shiv Roy had handed you a pack of documents, at least thats what you thought it was. You read the word confidential printed on the envelope in red color. Even tho you were in the middle of something, you decided to take a break and bring that envelope to Shivs husband.

You weren't sure where it suddenly came from, but on the way to the elevator you got a little nervous. Not only because of Shiv's somewhat strange husband. Tom Wabsgans had given you the ick from the beginning. He was tall and rich, like almost every other man who worked here. And yes money can make people a bit peculiar. But Tom... he was on another level. You had once heard him yell at a co-worker for "breathing too loudly". Also, there were rumors going around that he offered to give some employees a fortune, if they would be his "human furniture" for a week. If anyone in this building would claim that Tom had a piece of meat cut out of his own body to eat as a steak, no one would be surprised. You least of all. He gave you a strange feeling every time. But your nervousness came from something else.

The day before, Inej, one of your best friends who used the office next to yours, had whispered to you at lunch that she had seen tom's new assistant. She had grinned and said:

"so if I wasn't already in a happy committed relationship with this awesome guy, I would have given him my number for sure. Fuck Y/N, he's really cute."

Since this talk you had caught yourself wanting to know more about this guy. Because cute wasnt how you would describe most guys who worked for Logan Roy. Most of them where sleazy, moneyhungry guys with big watches and tailored suits. They catcalled all the women who worked with you, honestly you hated their guts.

Inej had sent you a message the night before. She'd heard from two of Tom's coworkers that the assistant was probably part of the Roy family. A cousin or nephew or something. If this rumor was true, then it was definitely the hottest gossip in ages.

The elevator ride didn't take long and with the envelope in your hand you walked confidently towards Tom's office. You had already raised your hand to knock on his office.

But it should not come so far, from the side came a great force that almost made you fall. But before you could curse again the shitty "all women must wear high heels rule" and hit the floor, someone held you by your waist.

"Oh god sorry. Uh. I'm really sorry about that."

You had no idea how you could have almost been knocked over for the second time today. You were kinda getting angry. Why was this day so awful.

"oh fuck, can't you be more careful?!"

When you turned to the side you almost regretted your loud harsh tone.

In front of you stood a tall guy, brown hair, crooked tie and an apologetic and quiet adorable puppy look on his face.

„So, uh, i m sorry. Truly? uh…Truliest.“

You didnt really know how to respond. Damn that guy is tall.

„Wait, uh, are you Y/N? You know because i, uh , i didnt stalk you or something, i saw you on a photo, this coworker, uh, i think her name was Inej, she showed me a picture, like of you guys, and - well i just assumed that might be, uh, you? And i…“

„What?“

„I am Greg, i uh work for Tom, and yeah so yesterday- i talked to this wom…“

„No i get that part. You really need to look where you are going…Greg.“

You were putting on a little smile. Inej was right, he was cute, and apparently also very clumsy. And nervous?

Greg was tucking his hair behind his ear. He didnt looked that shocked anymore. A small smile creeping on his face.

Damn. You really liked that face.

„I am really sorry, Y/N. I kinda, uh, feel like i owe you something?“

You were blushing. Nervously you looked down. He is so tall he probably can’t see the blushing like that.

„Would you maybe give this to Tom?- its from Shiv. And probably important.“

You handed him the envelope. You could have sworn your hands touched. You felt like cringing. This feels like you are in a stupid romcom. Stop blushing and smiling this isnt pride and prejudice.

If you hadn’t looked down while being flustered, you could have witnessed Greg’s cheeks turning a little red too.

Nervously he gave you a thumbs up.

„ sure. Uh - and, eh, maybe i could buy you something for lunch? I don’t know… there is this really cool pizza place i always wanted to go, i … sorry, maybe you don’t even like pizza. Eh i just thought we could maybe go there? And i would pay - obviously. -Not because i am a man or something, uh like i am a feminist and i believe you could pay for yourself, but, uh i you know almost knocked you over because i didnt look where i was going…“

His nervous rambling continued. Your little smirk turned into a genuin smile.

„Hey Greg.“

„Uh yeah?“

„I would love that.“

On the way back to your office, you forgot how horrible this day started. With a smile on your face you pushed the button to go up. Entering the elevator you looked around, he was still standing where you left him. Grinning to himself. You saw him looking back up to search for your face, right when the elevator doors closed in front of you.

#greg hirsch x reader #nicholas braun #nick braun #succession #fanfic writer #gregory hirsch #greg the egg #succession hbo #succession fan fiction #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #fluff #l to the og #greg hirsch #cousin greg #logan roy #ao3 author

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HII! I’d like to request a Christmas morning with dad! Osamu miya, + opening presents with their kids.

Tbh I for husband Osamu, he would be such a great husband/dad tho😭❤️

Ok I’m back for a bit I’m going to try and work through a few older requests because I have a ton and no motivation but at least this one’s gonna be out before Christmas?😭sorry this took so long hon I’ve had zero ideas in a while so! Anywho I love this idea and as always tysm for requesting!!!

When you’d woken up this morning it was to your twin girls jumping around the bed, your husband helping your baby boy to lightly jump on the bed as well. He fondly smiles at you when he notices your eyes cracked open slightly.

You sit up smiling and hugging the girls when they jump on you and tug on you squealing about Christmas and Santa.

You sit at the counter as Osamu fixes you a small mug of hot chocolate already knowing the girls would ask for a sip of whatever had landed in your mug. Your baby boy babbles lightly as he lays his head against Osamu’s shoulder his chunky cheeks pressing against his dad’s gray sleep shirt.

The girls excitedly dance around the kitchen and Osamu intentionally takes his time with the drink taking big slow steps and the girls huff and pout at his actions before they all break out into an eruption of giggles both you and your sons brows furrow.

Inevitably you all work your way into the living area, the gifts are sorted in front of the girls both having their respective gifts, the two horribly wrapped last minute gifts your husband pick up last night hidden behind the tree…it’s clearly two bikes but they don’t know yet and your son is happy to babble along occasionally chewing on a few of his new baby toys his sisters had helped to pick out.

And Osamu can’t help but wonder what he would do if he’d never met you.

Anywho!! Let me know if you wanna see more sorry it was kinda cut short but I ran out of ideas😭😭

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad!osamu x mom!reader #dad!osamu #dad!osamu x reader #osamu x female reader #osamu miya #hq osamu #Osamu x mom!reader

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jorisjurgen · 9 months

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World of Twelve dashboard simulator

🎆 halfalight follow

I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

🎆 halfalight follow

You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

way to be classphobic dipshit.

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

🤹 mysteryrystery follow

Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

🌛 quartziwindy follow

Are you ok op.

🕸️ osamodas-loves-spiders follow

isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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🥧 amakna-news-official follow

does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

🍄 124-lancer-lancer follow

When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

🆎 alphabetcounter follow

e: 13; n: 11; o: 11; l: 7; a: 6; r: 6; i: 5; t: 5; u: 4; d: 4; 9: 3; h: 3; y: 4; s: 3; w: 4; g: 2; c: 2; x: 1; m: 1; v: 1; b: 1; p: 1; f: 1

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

🌒 ten-o-cock-and-a-half follow

It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

🎶 foggy-has-no-spoons follow

what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

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The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

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WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

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oh god what happened to my post.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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#wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #this is cringe #but i had fun writing this #mymemes #there are only 2 canonical wakfu characters who would be on tumblr and only one of them is here. sorry.#you can guess who it is.

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Margaret Dolliswood Headcanons? (Thanks for doing the elizabeth one)

That's perfectly ok anon!!! Thankyou for sending it in!!!

Also I know this looks like just. a massive essay but I SWEAR it all relates and is relevant and the hcs are at the bottom!!!

Ok so her motive to kill Elizabeth was that she was a lesbian in love with Astrid Frith and Elizabeth knew this. Which I think is very interesting, considering the the stigma around lesbianism at the time, and also as seen explicitly in the books where Clementine says something along the lines of "something goes wrong in their brains" (I can't quite remember the line) when Margaret's secret comes out.

We of course don't know what was canonically happening between the Five and Elizabeth, if she was abusing them about their secrets, or simply holding them as leverage, but I do often wonder why in Margaret's case, Elizabeth wasn't afraid or disgusted of her, on page at least, because she was a lesbian - as again Clementine says "it's all the same to them" referencing how being hit or being affectionately touched is the same to a lesbian. Obviously they're all so close knit because if 1 secret gets out they all do, but I think a throwaway line in JFP like "none of the Five went near Margaret much" would have cemented the stigma.

BUT. There isn't a line like that!!! And I personally think it would have been fairly easy for the most of the Five to just ostracise Margaret, without fear of their secrets coming out as any credibility she might have had in revealing other people's secrets would have been lost completely because she was a lesbian AND THE fact that most of the Five's secrets don't much have real life consequences, if that makes sense? For example, if Florence's secret got out (which it did, but I'm referring to before E.H was killed) it would have been devastating for her and her family but not put perhaps their lives at risk. HOWEVER note I say most of the Five, because of course Una Dichmann was trying to get her Jewish grandparents out from nazi Germany which very much is a real life consequence that could put lives at risk. So imo Una and Margaret would have bonded out of sheer necessity because if Margaret was ostracised (as previously mentioned I think she'd be the most easy to) and revealed everyone's secrets, then Una's would be the one with actual danger of harm. So Una goes out of her way to cement a friendship or at the very least an alliance with Margaret to avoid this liklihood.

Ok so onto ACTUAL hcs now sorry anon

- I can't find a description of her on the wiki and I don't have my book on me so I think she has pin straight auburn hair with freckles that she hates (Astrid ADORES them tho)

- she used to be the prankster of her year, always pulling tricks on the teachers and during assemblies and creating mischief on exeat weekends

- she is always trying to put the attention away from her with all her tricks, but also desperately wants the attention

- she is the Eldest Daughter, with 3 sisters aged 3, 4, and 5 so there is an age gap

- her parents aren't cruel, not in any way, and do love her to bits, but with 4 other children they have grown a bit fatigued of parenting and so it lands on her a lot to be like 'oh I love your drawing!' 'i can take you to the loo! 'come here, your ribbon is all messed up'

- and of course as Eldest Daughter, she is expected to pave the way for her sisters, securing herself a decent husband etc etc.

- and she's actually happy with this!!! She's stuck in comphet but she thinks she's happy! Of course ALL girls stare at each other's legs in their gym kits!!!

- but then. She meets Astrid, a new student from Denmark who arrives in the last term of fourth form, and everything turns on its head

- Margaret honest to god genuinely thinks she's allergic to Astrid, or at least her perfume or detergent or something

- why does she keep having hot flushes? And butterflies in her stomach? And why does she lean forward every time Astrid goes to say something?

- Margaret realises she's a lesbian after several dreams about her and Astrid

- and her whole prankster thing changes. She becomes a model student, perfectly presentable, hw handed perfectly because she doesn't want the attention anymore. Attention means people look closer.

- one step out of line and she fears everything she has will fall to pieces because of Astrid

- they are friends at this point and through several tense moments during the summer hols before sixth form, they end up together

- and then the events of Jolly Foul Play happen and her secret comes out

- and that happens in like Sept - Nov so she still has a whole year of ridicule to go

- her parents are essentially embarrassed and ashamed of her but don't pull her out of school as they feel it's the one thing that could change her back to 'normal', and really push her into school work. And anyway

- Astrid's parents immediately pull her back to Denmark and ban any contact

- and that's almost that.

- 17 years later they find each other and buy a house by the sea. It's only ever been them for each other, anyway.

- as for the war, I'd imagine Margaret joins the WRNS (Woman's Royal Naval Service) and Astrid does something in communications (???)

- Margaret and Una, after everything, become actually close friends, and they'd both give their lives for each other given the need. I like to think their friendship becomes DaisyandHazel-esque in nature

#murder most unladylike #mmu #robin stevens #margaret dolliswood #elizabeth hurst #astrid frith #jolly foul play #jfp

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"RITSUKA LISTEN TO ME. YOU NEED TO STOP FUCKING EVERYONE. HALF OUR SUPPORT STAFF ARE MILFS NOW. WE CANNOT RUN THIS OPERATION WHEN YOU'VE DOUBLED OUR PERSONNEL WITH YOUR DICK. RITSUKA. RITSUKA LISTEN. YOU GOTTA LEARN TO PULL OUT. JESUS CHRIST."

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User avatar level 2 BobtheBac0n · 2 days ago "BUT THEY'RE ALL SO FUCKING HOT! WOMEN ARE AMAZING, AND THEY'RE A WOMAN AMONG WOMEN! I WANNA BE A GOOD FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS, A GOOD HUSBAND, AND A GOOD FATHER TO THEM AND OUR KIDS!"

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User avatar level 3 Genprey · 2 days ago

Albrecht-face "FOR THE LOVE OF GOETIA, RITSUKA, THANKS TO YOUR STUNT, THE HALLS ARE CROWDED WITH FEMALE SERVANTS AND FERGUS WAITING FOR 'THEIR TURN'! WE'RE ALREADY GETTING GRILLED FOR SUMMONING ALL THESE EXTRA CLASSES, HOW DO YOU THINK WE'LL LOOK WHEN ONE MAN BREAKS ALL CONVENTIONS AND IMPREGNATES THE ENTIRETY OF THE THRONE OF HEROES!?"

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User avatar level 4 Zenom · 2 days ago Fergus: I taught that boy well.

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User avatar level 5 Suru_LovesHentai OP · 2 days ago First Cu now Fujimaru

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User avatar level 4 DiceCubed1460 · 2 days ago The children of half the historical and mythical heroes just running around in modern day bc Guda couldn’t keep it in his pants.

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User avatar level 5 Anadaere · 2 days ago Zeus: sheds tear We lost to a great rival. I'm so proud

Kirsch: And why are you a woman now? Zeus? ZEUS?

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User avatar level 6 MetroSimulator · 2 days ago DAYBIIIT, ZEUS TURNED INTO A WOMAN AND IS SEDUCING RITSUKA, DAYBIIIIIT

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User avatar level 7 AstralPamplemousse · 2 days ago He’s simply scouting the competition

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User avatar level 7 BlackMan9693 · 2 days ago Have this poor man's gold 🥇🪙 lmao. It's been quite a while since I came across a Kirsch panic comment.

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User avatar level 8 MetroSimulator · 1 day ago No worries I loved that joke, wanted more tho. 😉

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User avatar level 7 sorcerer86pt · 2 days ago Wodine, He's rizzing female ORT

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User avatar level 7 Hp22h · 2 days ago Batter Up! I mean, he turned into a bull and a shower of piss one time. Honestly, this is the least weird way he could have gone about it…

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User avatar level 7 ImRinKagamine · 1 day ago

Saber the only best blonde waifu. Sheeesh

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User avatar level 5 Embarrassed-Ad1509 · 2 days ago Wait, doesn’t that make Gudao the new Zeu-aaand I’m stopping myself right there.

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User avatar level 4 tsukaistarburst · 2 days ago I want Gudao to impregnate all the servants, honestly. Let's just make this the Danganronpa Bad End with more people.

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User avatar level 5 ozne1 · 2 days ago dead inside I give up restoring humanity, lets create a new one.

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User avatar level 6 Sherezade_III Cake day · 2 days ago :Okita: Okita fan-raptor Goetia: THAT WAS MY IDEA BUT NoOoOo ~ ! HE'S THE BAD GUY FOR DOING THAT, LETS F#$KING KILL HIM, AN THEN THIS ONE APPEARS AND EVERYONE WANTS HIS PENIS !

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User avatar level 5 Jovahexeon-Ranvexeon · 2 days ago

:Suzuka: Context to said ending?

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User avatar level 6 version15 · 2 days ago

"Welcome to my World" Basically the very few remaining students accept a life inside the school and Aoi gets knocked up multiple times lol. It's not really a serious ending though

I fucking love Davinci basically scolding her son for knocking up one of their best geniuses on their team, a part of the Chaldean family, and now they gotta raise a baby while also saving the world.

I can also imagine that, Ritsuka probably wasn't exactly given much choice to pull out given how many women in Chaldea have more strength than him or have access to strength enhancing magic

Da Vinci: YOU NEED TO WEAR PROTECTION FROM NOW ON

Ritsuka: But I used my Emergency Evade…

Da Vinci: AND LOOK HOW MUCH GOOD THAT DID

YOU THINK I DIDNT TRY?! SHE LEG LOCKED ME WHILE USING REINFORCEMENT! HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO PULL OUT?!

To be fair with how strong these girls are pulling out might not be an option, like can you imagine if it was Barghest or Kiara? You wouldn’t have much of a choice if they didn’t want you to move

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User avatar level 1 ShadowxDark87_Gaming · 1 day ago That's curious… Da Vinci (Rider) it's the servant with highest bond in my chaldea xD

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User avatar level 1 YuudaiJP · 1 day ago Ritsuka:Look! I'm like, what a 16/18 year old male, surrounded by beautiful women all the time. My hormones keep kicking in….. what am I supposed to do, Da-Vinci?

Da-Vinci : I don't know…..maybe wait until you're older or until the world order is finally restored.

Ritsuka: And how long do I have to wait until everything goes back to normal?

Da-Vinci: ahem…..

Ritsuka: Yeah! That what I thought. Now excuse I have to date with Jeanne right now and then at another date with Sith at 4 pm, and then I'm sleeping with Kiyo at 8 pm.

Da-Vinci: Wait, do you have a freaking schedule for this?

Ritsuka: pulls a long list Oh, this is just for today. Tomorrow, I have…..

Da-Vinci: STOP! I'm done. You can do whatever you like!.

Tomoe: Man, master you're life make a good/crappy VN, you know.

Osakabehime: or you're typical harem manga.

#fgo #fgo fancomic #gudao xsion #gudao x sion #ritsuka fujimaru #sion eltnam atlasia #clinickcase #kaze-clinik

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I never knew your lore!! What was it like dating in a triad if it's sth you're comfortable talking about. Especially with someone you obviously loved a lot. What were your feelings for the other person? How did you even manage to communicate enough to be able to do that? Was it complicated at all? Was it fun/hot? Sorry if it's a lot but I've had someone proposition this to me and I just was so confused I didn't know better and said no. Now I regret it bc I feel so attracted to these people and would honestly love that (but more in a friends with benefits kinda way)! But I'm not in love with either so that made it easier for me to consider it at least? If I were, idk how I would handle it bc I'm quite insecure/easily jealous person

it's not lore i've talked the most about! but i've been increasingly open about poly stuff on here and i love the people in my life very much so i'm happy to talk about it! under the cut tho, bc this will get long.

when i was dating in a triad w/ my ex, they were actually the newest addition to the relationship—the third person is art, my now husband! and we all have different genders now than we did at the time we all three dated.

in a lot of ways it was very cool and wonderful being in a triad!!! like. they to this day are two of my favorite people in this world. it ruled loving them and being loved by them and it still does though the forms have changed.

me & art were best friends for a couple years before we started dating in 2014, & when our relationship changed to dating it was very much a case of "we're best friends and want to be in each other's lives forever, we just also want to kiss & probably have sex someday about it & to belong to each other".

(probably someday on the sex due to. we were 18 and had both never kissed anyone before. we took it slow).

ex has been one of both of our other best friends since that same point in time, & we dated him from 2017-2018. it was a very similar start to our dating relationship w ex—we already were best friends and wanted to hang out forever, we were just adding more to the relationship we already shared.

and we all had a great dynamic when all 3 of us were spending time together, but also each had individually strong relationships? me and art hung out just the two of us, but so did me and ex & ex and art. adding a new dimension to it all was the easy part?

we spent a lot of time that summer walking dogs and camping and fooling around and laughing together and getting stoned.

& yes it was very fun and hot. i shan't elaborate. but there was a point in time where i'd EASILY had more threesomes than anyone else i knew.

it was sometimes complicated and hard but not because it was hard to have that much love in our lives? i am the opposite of a jealous person and had mostly worked thru the insecurity i felt in the first few years of me and art's relationship/did not see his relationship w our ex as something that could replace what he and i have bc we're all very different people so was not insecure abt it.

it was just. a difficult time in all three of our lives individually? none of us were in a good place with mental health, & largely due to factors outside of our control. i'm not going to get into art & ex's sprcific struggles, but i was being medically neglected, freshly had gone no contact with my mom, & was just out of a toxic/abusive living situation.

(& my ex roommates were also COWORKERS of me and art. yes they treated me like shit at work bc art was full time in classes and only in like once a week. and then ex started working with us too.

one of the ex roommates had also been friends with us since high school and was our ex's ex. i had known the other ex roommate since i was 7 or 8 and she was the assistant manager. they were homophobic to me the whole time i lived with them and started dating after i moved out)

(yes the drama went fucking crazy but i have literally always maintained the moral high ground).

ANYWAYS. i think i was in the best place mental health wise of all three of us at the time. insanely enough. with that incomplete list of hell going on in my life.

but i was the only one of the three of us who had strong social support outside of our group of three, & i was the one who realized that our individual struggles were making it hard to communicate at times & that it was hurting all of us.

so i was the one who realized that if all 3 of us wanted to stay in each other's lives, we needed to break up with ex.

which sucked! a lot! it really hurt ex, but being newer in the relationship than our established dynamic was also hurting him.

he and i both walked away from the breakup feeling like it was uniquely our fault because we wanted too much. it has been amazingly healing to have maintained our connection & been able to process our breakup like. with each other. bc we both went into future polyamory w approximately the same baggage LMAO.

we moved in with each other a little less than a year after our breakup & lived together for almost 4 years! and we'd been living out of each other's pockets for the two before that—art & ex lived w their families like a five minute walk apart and i spent most of my time living out of my subaru btween the two of their homes.

so like. i don't regret it. i will spend the rest if my life loving both my husband and our ex so much it goes beyond words, no matter what form our relationships take. we would probably still be together if our relationship had started under literally any better of surrounding circumstances.

after our breakup i spent some time as a lesbian and that overlapped with ex's gender veering into man so attraction stopped there? though who knows what the future holds.

idk! i would rather my husband adopt a dog with ex and be the cool step parent that never actually takes on a parental role for the dog. i wish we were neighbors/lived near each other rather than states apart bc in a dream world ex and i would have keys to each other's homes and would just get to hang out doing our own thing in one another's room at least 3 days a week.

there's no one size fits all for poly relationships & there's definitely Other friends i want to/do blur the lines btween romantic and platonic with at this point in time.

no other triads currently happening in my life though and idk if it will happen again?

no sorries! & i'm nor sure how helpful this ramble will have been but i appreciate the chance to talk about my experiences bc it's not something that comes up a lot but it means a lot to me and has been such a significant part of my life.

if the proposition was on the table before for you, and it's something you do know you'd be down for & that you're prepared to communicate a lot about, is it for sure off the table now? if it's something that might still be possible for you and it's something you can talk about w the people in question then have that conversation!

worst case scenario, it's an awkward conversation where yall realize you have different expectations and wants out of a triad and that that means it's not something that's going to happen.

best case scenario, you get to have some fun and sexy new experiences?

i'd say it's worth it to try! & if jealousy and insecurity are a concern for you, they might be for the other two in some way, too. i think talking about whether it might come up for you guys and how to proceed if it does as an up front thing would peobably be a smart idea?

for real though! if it's something you want amd that the other two people were down for in the past, i hope it can be an option again in the now too. good luck anon and thank you for listening to me run my mouth.

#our main issue was that we were all 21 and had no other in person friends so like whatever your situation is.#i truly doubt you'll face the same challenges 👍#jam replies #anon #polyamory #editing to add. i didnt mention but ex has a new partner he lives with now who we love a lot & another new partner he doesn't live with who #we've only met once but really liked. and the polycule has aspirations of moving to my current city so. god i hope that's soon

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[SPOILERS FOR FOR THE FUTURE]

OH BOY DO I HAVE MANY THINGS TO TALK ABOUT.

Amity seeing the twins again. 10/10, made me tear up (where tf is Alador tho. i need to see my cringefail husband again)

Willow bottling everything up like girl same lol. i'm so happy to see more of her, but at xhat cost </3

SO MUCH MATTHOLOMULE CONTENT. so his name is Mat(t?) Tholomule?? Mattholomule Tholomule??? why does everything need to be so complicated wit this kid. i like the fact he's never corrected anyone either in the past like ajhsajhsf ALSO HE'S DOING ABOMINATION MAGIC?? I MAY BE DRUNK BUT I SWEAR I SAW HIM USE ABOMINATION MAGIC. AND GUS TEACHING HIM ILLUSIONS IS CANON. GUSTHOLOMULE NATION RISE UP, I WANT ALL YOUR BEST FANARTS ON MY DESK BY MONDAY

[edit: it was just Amity's in Matt's place. i may be dumb, but hey i could see him try abomination magic]

i'm so happy he gets so much screentime and so many interactions with Gus like!!! i've been FUCKING FED. still no palisman tho </3 (unless i've missed it?? i've blacked out a couple times i think)

also i can't believe his facial hair was actually drawn on, i guess i have to update the comic i'm working on ajhsfajsf SHIT. "Man-ttholomule" my ass. it's funny how the Matt fans instantly recognized that the weird faces the squad was pulling in one of the trailers was actually because of him, we know him so well <3

LUZ'S PALISMAN IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!! i love how everyone thought this was gonna be a snake aaand close enough <3 lil shapeshifter friend. a lovely pal. can't wait to see more of them (i can't remember their name I'M SORRY-)

why is Kikimora always so extra. i swear this woman is going to be the death of me, like ma'am this is a school full of traumatized kids, get outta here

i actually cried at Camila talking to Luz right before her palisman hatched. i wish she was my mom and would kiss my dumb lil forehead

the Collector being manipulated by Belos ONCE AGAIN ASAJSF i swear he's going to be his therapist's most loyal patient </3 i was really expecting him to lose his powers and thus Belos being the true villain of the very last episode idk

also can you guys leave Raine alone for 2 minutes. my pal's been through enough, let them just kiss their monster wife in peace like 🙄

HUNTLOW SHIPPERS HOW ARE WE FEELING..... Hunter tackling Willow into a hug like he had 10 seconds left to live......... mgnhmmn

SPEAKING OF WHICH i knew Hunter gaining Flapjack's powers was a popula theory BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED LIKE!!!! GO WHITE BOY GO

Boscha being Amity's bitter ex is so funny to me. it shouldn't be bc hey, Amity dropped her to hang out with a stranger that has been here for just a couple months, but it's still funny to me. stop white girl stop

also hot take but i'm really not a big fan of Lilith's new haurcut I'M SORRY </3 she's prettier with long hair imo. she's very cute as a ginger tho (no comments on Eda, she's as hot as ever)

i can't wait to see what(s gonna happen in the very last episode!!! i'm still convinced the Collector will lose his powers in some way and Belos will get his ass kicked

speaking of Belos i'm relieved he didn't get to use one of Caleb's bodies, could you imagine the trauma for Hunter to see this shit?? also the weird Caleb ghost following him around like. my man's haunted by the narrative etc

last but not least: this was Odalia's most huiliating episode. would recommend watching just for that tbh

in summary: 9/10 could use more Steve content tbh

#rant #the owl house #the owl house for the future #toh for the future #sorry for the typos </3 #i did my best

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Hey! What did you think of the latest update of Vying for Versailles?

I enjoyed it a lot.

I'm glad I finally got to break up with Bonne. She is beautiful and very sweet but we clearly wanted different things out of the relationship. I think she wanted a Prince(ss) Charming to whisk her away to her happy ending but.. That's just not realistic. My MC's reputation is important to her and making Bonne happy upsets a lot of people and stresses me out. Also, as calculating MC, I felt that MC couldn't really be herself around Bonne like she can with Catherine or Alexandre (and sometimes Anne, who is my best friend according to game stats). Looking forward to finding a new relationship that's less dysfunctional in Season 2. There are 3 ladies on the table for me, one of which is definitely a love interest and two of which may or may not be (my wlw ass is so pleased there are so many great women in this book).

As for friends, I have Queen Anne, who despite being terrible in a lot of ways (cough, homophobia, supporting an abnormally-even-for-the-time misogynistic preacher and being a French royal) is still really impressive and a great ally to have. I'm also taking a liking to Francois and enjoy working with him and Alexandre as a team ^.^

I also like the way the Alexandre situation was handled. There were a lot of options! Alexandre lovers got to have their hot historical power imbalance relationship (/pos, I usually love that kind of thing), while people who didn't want that could have a variety of other options. I'm glad Alexandre and I talked and had a mature and honest conversation, in which we both decided not dating each other was the best choice.

I'm also really thrilled to have succeeded at court lol. I got a good grade in being a courtier, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

How was your route in season 1?

-seducer anon

So sorry for the late reply. I received this when I was replaying season 1 to get my stats in order and I just now finished the vfv update.

I also really enjoyed this update and I think vfv might be currently my favourite updating book. Pretty good selection of LIs/flings and just all the possible routes you can take. I also like that you actually have to think your actions through and not just buy every Single diamond Option to unlock the good ending.

As of now I'm staying together with Bonne to see how their relationship develops especially since they both want completely different things (like you said Bonne wants to have a fairytale happy ending and escape her marriage while mc wants to gain Power and influence in the french court). I agree that if their priorities don't change they won't be happy in this relationship long term especially since both our mcs are focused on a good Reputation which can be Ruined if we're too close with Bonne in public. But I'm curious, I want drama in this book and I can't say goodbye to Bonne yet :') (at least the relationship is open and I can still whore around with all the beautiful ladies).

I also have the closest friendship with queen Anne and yes she's obviously not a good person but what can you expect from a girlboss from the 17th century. She also has very strict rules and of course only does things for her own benefit (such as keeping around the misogynistic preacher as long as he also confirms her family's divine right to rule). I don't remember her being Homophobic tho since she sort of gave mc advice on Bonne and mcs relationship (I mean the advice was that Bonne should just marry the guy and secure a safe live by fulfilling her duties and then she can do whatever she wants. She also only has that viewpoint because she was not in a love marriage either and well her husband was gay anyway. At least she told mc to repay Bonne for the good times and care for her brocken heart). Then again it's the 17th century france, the only ppl who are not Homophobic are queer ppl.

Anyway I do like Anne, I find her interesting and she's definitely helping with my Reputation and it's always a flex rmto be friends with a powerful milf.

I also like François, he's like one of the few good men in this place. So I'm surprised he is married to the girlboss and the next mistress of Louis haha.

I maintained a relatively Civil relationship with Alexander and I'm curious to see if Alexander will help or Sabotage mc now that she is free from his grip.

The absolute Euphoria of getting the "good Reputation at court" and "bright influence" notification is absolute Worth all the braincell use and Drama. Getting a good grade in fictional court life is something to want and to achieve 😌

#romance club #vying for versailles #asks #seducer anon #season 2 will be crazy I jsut know it

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Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 2A: A Woeful Reunion

Prev Episode

Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary: Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

A/N: First off, RIP to Lisa Loring. :( I loved your Wednesday and I’ll miss you. ;w;

Sorry for the late upload on here/tumblr, I did post it on Saturday on AO3/Fanfic/Quotev tho!

Not beta read, we’ll live or die by my ghostly hands! ;w;/

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“Long time no see…..cuz!”

“What?!” Enid felt her, and her onlookers exclaimed at the same time.

Ohhhh, it was her cousin! Oho, well that makes a lot more sense than some creature- Wait why are they trying to kill each other then?! Enid all but screamed in her head.

Enid got a good look at Wednesday’s face, her eyes were bloodshot and wild; she had a look in them Enid had never seen before, pure hot wrath. It was definitely the look of someone trying to commit murder.

Enid’s head started to pound, partially from all the revelations that had taken place within less than a minute, and partially from the attempted murder happening above her; she hoped for someone to intervene.

“Lurch, be a dear and separate them would you?” a sultry voice said out of Enid’s sight.

And as if on cue, she could feel an actual higher being, or should I say, taller being, stop the fight. Enid could feel herself being picked up by the scruff of her uniform, and was held in the air like a newborn pup. She was in the right hand of a giant, Frankenstein-ian man, with a thrashing and screeching Wednesday in his left.

“Thank you Lurch,” the sultry voice thanked the giant man, it was Wednesday’s mother, Morticia Addams. She approached the three girls and giant, trailing behind her was her husband and son, Gomez and Pugsley Addams. She was also holding something in her arms.

The monster with the lazy and dead eye groaned in affirmation, at least, that’s what Enid thought.

Wednesday let out another wild screech, and thrashed around some more, but Lurch’s grip did not loosen.

“Now, now, my little scorpion,” the short, relaxed man approached his thrashing daughter, “I know you were having fun, but you know now is not the time.”

Wednesday attempted to kick her father, but he was surprisingly nimble, and dodged her attack. She then attempted rapid fire back kicks against the giant Lurch, but it had as much effect as if she were kicking a wall.

“Your father’s right, dear. Your friends might get jealous of you only playing with your cousin. Plus, you are a tad bit tardy to school,” she patted Wednesday’s forehead, moving the bangs from her daughter’s eyes to reveal a look of wild hatred.

It was then Enid could see what Morticia was holding in her arms. A baby. At least, that’s what Enid assumed, as it was strange seeing a baby with a mustache.

Wednesday must’ve noticed the baby in her mother’s arms as well, since, much to Enid’s confusion and chagrin, she attempted to punt the baby out of her mother’s arms.

It was a failure, as her mother gracefully stepped back in time. But then, as if to aid Wednesday in the assist, her brother Pugsley put his foot out behind his mother in an attempt to trip her. Which resulted in her falling romantically, and safely, into her husband’s arms.

Wednesday rolled her eyes before glaring daggers at her younger brother, who could only shrug at her as if saying ‘I tried!’

The strange mustached baby also seemed to have a brief look of disgust as it gazed at its parent’s public display of affection, then quickly went back to having the same generic baby expression Enid was used to seeing on well….babies.

All while the show was happening, the Doppelgäng-er- Wednesday’s cousin, stood by politely waiting to be acknowledged again. Barely acknowledging the female hand climbing up her side. Enid looked down to see Thing by her dangling feet. He jumped onto her hanging foot and made his way up Enid’s side as well. Enid was happy to see her favorite hand still in one piece.

At some point, the two Addams parents seemed to notice the girl and her hand companion in the middle of their mooning.

“Oh dearest Friday, it’s such a pleasure to see you again,” Morticia approached the girl named Friday with the baby in tow, “And Lady Fingers, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” The female hand did a little bow in acknowledgement.

Enid started coughing in an attempt to hide her laughter. Friday? Really? What was her middle name then? Monday?

She could feel Wednesday looking at her, “Oh, no! It’s, um, it’s a nice name!” she smiled at Wednesday, who glared back at her, “Uh…it’s a horrible name?” Wednesday’s eyes softened a bit, slightly more pleased. Wait, she liked the insult? Or was the latter actually a compliment? Ahhh, I can’t keep up, Enid cried to herself.

“It’s great to see you again too Auntie Morticia, even though it’s only been about a week or so,” Friday smiled angelically at her aunt, who kissed each side of the girl’s cheeks.

Morticia handed the baby over to Friday, who gave the baby a confused expression which turned more fondly, “And look who’s still alive! You’re a real tough one to get rid of, aren’t you, Pubert?”

This time, Enid didn’t make a sound, she just bit her lip so hard that blood started trickling down the side of her chin. She might’ve not liked Friday, but she wasn’t about to make fun of a baby’s name.

“I hope the school has been treating you well?” Gomez asked, taking baby Pubert away from Friday.

“Oh, most definitely! Everyone is so friendly, especially,” Friday took a long pause, staring at Enid and then broke out into a smile, “Emily over there! She was a great tour guide just now, showing me around the school.”

Enid felt like she was getting stabbed, she looked towards Wednesday whose eyes were throwing daggers at her. If looks could kill, Enid knew she’d die from a skinning.

“Emily? Oh dear, was that your name, I could’ve sworn it was ‘Enid,’” Morticia turned to Enid.

“Nope it’s Emily!” Friday beamed.

“Our apologies Emily,” Gomez gave a small apologetic bow.

“It’s Enid!” Threw her hands in the air, then whispered to Wednesday, “And it’s not like that! She’s lying!”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at Enid, but finally relaxed into her usual, more ‘friendly’ glare.

“Our apologies Enid,” Gomez gave another bow, “Our niece likes to play pranks, I hope she hasn’t been giving you too hard of a time.”

“Hard is putting it lightly,” Enid mumbled.

“You really outdid yourself this time dear,” Morticia chuckled, “Here we thought we just had an energetic bat in the belfry, but it just turned out to be Wednesday!”

Enid looked at Friday with a dumbfounded expression, but quickly let loose a growl when the braided hair girl looked over at her with a smug smile.

“By the way dear, do you have the key? That lock you have on her. Superb! Even I can’t crack it,” Gomez closed his eyes and pinched two of his fingers towards the sky, as if he was complimenting the chef on a finely served meal, “But, Wednesday will need to use her arms and speak while she’s at school. So could you be a dear and unlock her?”

Friday pulled a necklace from under her shirt, it had a small key attached to it, “Certainly, once I feel my life isn’t in any danger.” She smirked at Wednesday and Enid.

“ADDAMS!” a voice boomed from the open doorway. Friday shoved the necklace back under her collar, and everyone turned to where the voice was coming from.

Principal Orlock was stomping his way to the giant gathering, his umbrella cascading a menacing shadow over him.

“Ah, Mr. Orlock! Or should I say Principle? I’ve heard you've been promoted. Congratulations," Morticia cooed, “You deserve it, especially after such a long tenure!”

Orlock was seething before the family, he raised one long, gloved finger, “Addamses! To my office! Now! All of you! That goes for you too Sinclair!” Enid looked at her principal like he was an idiot, of course she was coming. She felt like she was practically welded into Lurch’s grasp.

He whirled around to the group of students and teachers, “Ottinger! Thrope! Upstairs! Now! As for the rest of you, get back to class!”

All the gawkers dispersed as if a bomb had been dropped, Eugene and Xavier sulked behind the Addams as the group followed the raging Principal. The Addams didn’t seem very phased, and Wednesday continued to try to break free, just not as demonic as she had been earlier. Enid just dangled like a misbehaving pup, she’d feel humiliated if she didn’t feel so drained.

When they reached his office, he turned to the group, “Ms. Addams,” three female heads turned to look at him, “Ms. Friday Addams- I believe I was very clear on you not causing a ruckus at our dear school.”

Friday looked back at him innocently and dumbfounded, “Yes, and I haven’t.”

Orlock’s face became very purple, with multiple veins pulsing from him, “And what was that outside?”

Friday furrowed her eyebrows at him, confused, then proceeded to think very, very hard, “Oh! That!”

“Yes, that”

“I was just greeting my family. Is that against the rules?”

Enid thought she could see the white of Principal Orlock’s eyes turning red; they began to bulge out of his sockets as he attempted to maintain an iota of composure, “Before that.”

“Oh!” Friday exclaimed, somehow surprised. She began to think hard again, “Oh you mean how Elizabeth showed me around the school?”

“That’s…. That’s not even close….” …. on either front, she finished in her mind. Enid could all but sigh.

Orlock attempted to smile, but it looked like a menacing grimace, “Oh I guess that is one way you could describe it. She just showed you around the school?”

“Well I guess it did turn into a small game of tag.”

Orlock turned to Enid, exasperated, “Can you tell me why your tour of the school involved you slicing up our floor and leaving holes in our roof and walls?”

Enid shrunk away from Orlock, sweat falling from her palms. What could she say? ‘Oh, I thought that Friday was actually a monster pretending to be Wednesday; so we were trying to capture her and interrogate her into telling us Wednesday’s whereabouts and also save the school in the process!’ No, that would be insane, idiotic. Any lie would be better than that.

Enid nervously smiled, “What? No, those were always there!” Except that lie.

Orlock’s eyes began to twitch, “So you’re saying, all those damages were there before?”

Enid’s eyes started darting everywhere they could not to look at her raging principal, “Yes?”

Orlock’s face boiled up to a darker purple, then he put his palm to his face and inhaled. When he removed his hand, he gave the group a friendly smile, but it somehow made him look more dangerous instead.

“Ok, then can you explain why you three are tracking mud and dirt everywhere you go?”

Xavier spoke up, “OH! Geez wow, didn’t even realize we got this dirty! Man, it was hard running from those bees, wasn’t it Eugene?”

Xavier elbowed Eugene, “Y-yeah! Something nearby irritated them, and my smoker wasn’t working, so we had to book it!”

“Ah so it was the beekeeping club activities, am I correct?”

“Yes sir!” the boys exclaimed.

“So, this beekeeping event was so important, you skipped class, and then proceeded to stay out all night? The same beekeeping club that you two aren’t even a part of,” he pointed two long fingers at Enid and Xavier.

The three dirty teens went silent, of course he’d know about their absence, but they had come too far and were far too committed, and just nodded their heads solemnly. There was an audible cracking sound, originating from Orlock’s teeth grinding.

“Bee keeping? I thought you got dirty from digging up those graves,” Friday questioned innocently.

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed to different parties with differing feelings.

“Now she’s telling the truth,” Xavier mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Orlock began fuming again, at a loss for words, but Enid didn’t have time to worry about him. She felt the thrashing next to her stop, and she dared to look over at something much more dangerous. Wednesday was glaring at her.

“What?” Enid whined, “What’s with that look?”

Wednesday made some muffled noises, as if she was trying to talk for once today.

“Are you mad I didn’t go grave robbing with you?”

An affirmed grunt came from Wednesday.

“It wasn’t like that! We were looking for Thing!”

Wednesday grunted again.

“She wasn’t even there! It was just me, Xavier and Eugene!”

Wednesday glared at the two boys.

“Ok fine! We can go grave robbing later! Is that what you want?”

Another affirmed grunt from Wednesday.

“Geez if I knew this is what you’d want in a girls’ night out, I would’ve set it up ages ago.”

Orlock looked at the two girls dumbfounded, “No. No! No, you will not! What are you thinking Sinclair? What are all of you thinking? You can’t just grave rob the good people of Jericho! We need to have a good relationship with them.”

“He is right, children, you never grave rob where you sleep and eat,” Gomez nodded solemnly.

“Well, she did it first!” Eugene pointed at Friday.

“At least I filled my holes back up,” Friday pouted, “I bet you didn’t bother refilling them!”

“That’s not the issue here!” Xavier yelled at her.

“Yeah, you buried Thing!” Eugene backed him up, “How could you do that?!”

She blinked at the other teens surprised, “I wanted to see if he or Wednesday were faster at breaking free,” she then turned to Wednesday then sounded disappointed, “By the way, Thing already escaped one confinement, the graveyard was his second. You haven’t even escaped one.”

Wednesday let out a low growl before continuing her violent thrashing.

Friday turned back to the teens, specifically Enid, ignoring her cousin, “Anyway, I wouldn’t have been pushed to using the gravesite if it wasn’t for someone breaking into my room.”

Everyone followed Friday’s gaze to Enid, who grew still again.

“You broke into another student’s dorm?” Principal Orlock asked icily.

“‘Broke into’ is a strong word. I just asked Yoko if I could borrow her key and just…. wasn’t truthful as to what I was actually going to do in their room.”

“But you still broke into another student’s room!”

“I thought she was a doppelgänger and that she kidnapped Wednesday and Thing!”

The adults in the room all gasped.

“D-doppelgänger?!” Principal Orlock took a step back, almost cowering at the word.

“One of those ghastly creatures?” Gomez said, shocked.

Morticia put her hand to her mouth with a gasp, “Oh my that is…. The nicest thing anyone has ever said! Friday, I should’ve known you would make such great friends at Nevermore.”

Enid could feel heated daggers coming from Wednesday’s direction again.

Up is down, down is up, maybe I should learn to STFU, Enid cried inwardly to herself.

“I thought so too Auntie, Emilia are such good friends, she even asked me to be her roommate!”

Enid could feel the stillness next to her, and when she looked over, she saw Wednesday glaring at her. To anyone else, they might not have seen a difference, but Enid could. Through the anger Enid saw a flash of pain trickling in. Enid had seen that look before, when she and Wednesday fought that semester prior.

“I mean, to be fair, you were really adamant too, you were practically begging for me to room with you.”

Enid saw another wave of pain flash through Wednesday’s anger and-

“That’s because I thought you were Wednesday!” she blurted out, “I-I thought you were Wednesday, and you had amnesia or something and that’s the ONLY reason. I only want Wednesday as my roommate!”

Enid looked back at Wednesday, whose pain and anger receded from her face. She looked away blankly, and now just jostled herself back and forth.

Friday put a pointed finger to her temple in a thinking pose, “You thought I was Wednesday? Why would you think that?”

Enid now looked at Wednesday’s cousin, anger flaring up, “Because you said you were!”

“No, I didn’t,” she said without emotion. Just pure emptiness.

“What?” Enid was taken aback by her mood swings again, “B-b-b-bu-but you said your memories-”

“Oh, I did get electrocuted, and it did affect my memories. But you just assumed it was somehow Wednesday losing her memories. I also never said I was Wednesday,” Friday stared blankly into each teens’ eyes.

You three, and your friends, were the ones who came to that conclusion all on your own. Then you came to the conclusion that I was a doppelgänger. You imposed all your misconceptions onto me all by yourself.”

The three teens began re-running all the events in their heads. It was true, she never personally claimed she was Wednesday but-

Friday giggled, back to her cheery personality, “But I guess I never did anything to deny your very obvious claims either.”

Enid heard a snap go off inside her head, and then let out a roar, unable to take the girl’s mind games anymore. With a sudden boost of strength she attempted to pull herself from the giant’s grasp, “That! Is! it! I’m ripping your head off!”

Lurch tried to steady himself as he handled the raging werewolf, in the surprise he dropped Wednesday so he could use his full strength to hold the werewolf back.

Rattle. Clink. Thunk.

Wednesday, now free from Lurch’s grasp, lunged forward towards Friday, who easily sidestepped the bound Wednesday, expecting another headbutt. But in her attempts to sidestep, she found herself right where Wednesday’s newly freed left arm was, and found her throat getting smashed into her cousin’s bicep. They quickly tumbled to the floor, with Wednesday having the high ground, who delivered a good handful of punches before being yanked off of her bleeding cousin by the Principal.

“Wednesday! Control yourself,” her mother chided, “We are in a meeting, wait until after.”

Lurch dropped Enid and proceeded to pick Wednesday back up, who was now clawing and twisting at the lock on her mask.

“No!” Orlock yelled, completely exasperated by the situation, “No you will not! There will be no more fighting on this campus! Or off campus for that matter! Not when you are within this town and school!”

He turned to the group, “You will all be expelled if I see any more fighting! Anything that will cause trouble for this school! Do you understand me?”

“What about school activities?” Friday mumbled, pulling the key-necklace from her shirt, “Like fencing club and other such things?”

Orlock let a whistle of air out through his nose, trying, and succeeding to hold in his anger, “You aren’t allowed to kill each other.”

Friday looked at the principal with the same disgust as if you would order to lick a sewage pipe.

“But that’s half the fun,” Pugsley whined.

“Children, children,” Gomez soothed them, “This is the real world. You have to learn to play by their rules. Even if they do seem unfair.”

All the non-Addames in the room felt the life drain from their eyes, having about up to here with the family’s shenanigans.

Enid was brought back to life by something smacking her in her face, she fumbled to catch whatever it was, and realized she held the key that Friday had on her person. She looked up to see Friday lazily pointing to something to the left of Enid.

Enid looked over at Wednesday, who was now frantically clawing at the mask, her knees dropping to the ground as Lurch released the struggling teen, not sure what to do. Enid quickly rushed over, and after pinning Wednesday’s hands to the side, she found the keyhole and unlocked the mask that was suffocating her friend.

The tight mask fell to the floor, the insides looking like it was made to gag the person, and suffocate them if certain pieces were moved. Wednesday gasped for air, her lips a slight tinge of blue. Enid hovered over her friend, offering her arm to help Wednesday up when she was ready.

“Can the ‘no killing’ rule start now?” Friday asked innocently, “She technically moved the mechanism in the mask when she started punching me.”

Orlock could only sigh and wave his hand. Enid glared at Friday, the other Addamses might’ve been ok with trying to kill each other, but Enid wasn’t ok with anyone trying to kill Wednesday. And from the look on her face, apparently, neither was Wednesday.

Friday caught Enid’s glare, and then answered Enid’s thoughts as if she read her mind, “Hm? Oh, do you think she’s angry at me cause I tried to kill her?” Then she let loose her weird giggle, “She’s upset because I wasn’t actually trying. I didn’t deign her good enough to even try, and yet she still almost didn’t make it. You’ve really lost your edge lil’ cousin, it’s a bit pathetic.”

Wednesday growled, then said between gasps of air, “No. You’re just. A coward. You don’t. Have the guts. To go through with it.” And apparently, Enid was wrong, Wednesday’s priorities were all kinds of skewed too.

Friday’s giggle fit abruptly stopped, and she glared at Wednesday so menacingly, she looked almost like Wednesday’s exact clone, “Well I guess I can be more serious next time, should be easy since you love to leave your back wide open.”

“My back wasn’t wide open, it was that my look-out turned out to be easier to distract than I thought,” she turned her dangerous glare to Enid’s shoulder, where Thing was perched.

Thing shook, and crawled behind Enid’s back, quivering from Wednesday’s rage.

“Wednesday,” Enid chided her friend, “I’m sure there’s more to it than that! And Thing was really worried about you, you were the first thing he asked about when we saved him!”

Wednesday turned her heated glare towards Enid, but instead of retorting, she melted into a more tired glare. She didn’t have the energy to argue with the blonde werewolf and her damned ideologies.

Friday looked at the two girls’ exchange with an inquisitive look.

“Anyway, I wouldn’t have done it if you just let me play with you! It’s not fair you get to do all those séances by yourself!” Friday whined. Wednesday turned to her cousin, the heated glare returning, eye now twitching, and jaw clenched tightly.

Morticia finally broke the tension in the room, “Dear Principal Orlock, if this is about the damages, we will pay for them.”

Principal Orlock refocused, finally feeling like he had some control of the room again, “That is fine Mrs. Addams, but I still need to punish the children.”

“Of course, do as you see fit.”

“Ms. Addam-” Orlock started, and stopped with three heads turned to him at once, yet again,, he cleared his throat before continuing, “Ms. Friday Addams. You seem to like digging and other such gardening ground work, to the point you even joined the gardening club… Is that correct?”

“Yes sir!” Friday beamed at the principal.

“Well then, I’ll place you on duty to fix the floors and roof of the school along with Eugene.”

Friday and Eugene’s face fell. Then Orlock turned to Xavier.

“You seem to be good with your hands in the artistic sense, but have you ever taken up gardening?”

“N-no, I’ve never done it in my life.”

“Great, you can take care of the newly made garden that’s sprouted up in our front driveway. I want you to remove it and fix the payment. Don’t worry you three, we have materials to fix all of this. May have to order more for the roof though.”

He lastly turned to Enid and Wednesday, “And since you two seem so keen on gravedigging, I’m going to give you the exact opposite of what you want, grave filling. I want you two to fill those holes A-S-A-P! And best not be caught, since you don’t mind the night, I’ll look the other way just this once. ” It looked like no one got a job they seemed keen on doing.

Wednesday seemed unfazed, albeit annoyed by the demand. Enid however felt otherwise.

“But that’s not fair! Wednesday didn’t even do anything wrong, I caused most of the mess. It should just be me.”

Orlock stared at her blankly, “Other than that gruesome display in the front gate of our school, she was also late.”

Enid could only stare with her mouth hanging open, the principal finally turned to Pugsley.

“You were also late, but…. You are new to Nevermore, so I’ll let it slide. Only this once.”

In synch, Wednesday and Friday eyes both widened and snapped their heads in unison, “What?!”

Gomez slapped his palm to his forehead, “Oh right! You were so busy in the library we didn’t get a chance to tell you Wednesday.”

Morticia looked at Friday, “We wanted Wednesday to find out first, but-” she lazily gestured at Wednesday, “So we didn’t tell the rest of the family. I’m sorry for the blindside sweetie.”

Gomez put one arm around his son, grinning, “Starting today, Pugsley is going to be a student at Nevermore!”

Pugsley smiled sheepishly at his sister, “You said I wouldn’t last two months without you and you were right.”

Friday recovered, putting her face back into a neutral mask, but Wednesday’s face maintained her rare gob smacked expression, her eyebrows knitting together as if trying to solve something.

The Principal clapped his hands and smiled, “Now that we have everything settled, why don’t you kids get cleaned up and head back to class. Then after school you can go to your respected stations of punishment. But first, Addamses, you can follow me.”

Enid helped Wednesday up, but she and Thing were soon swept up by her family, Enid and she were going to have to meet up later.

***~***

The principal was showing the family a tour of the school, more for Pugsley’s sake than anyone else’s in the group. He’d brief the two teens on what they’d miss, and that he would have the assignments they missed sent to their room by tomorrow.

Wednesday dragged her feet behind the group, wishing to be in a classroom than here, but was glad to be left alone. At least until her stomach grumbling alerted her caretakers and ruined her quiet mood.

“Oh you must be famished, dear,” Morticia looked at her daughter lovingly, as the family trailed far behind the Principal and Lurch. In which the former was attempting to see if they could engage in conversation with the latter, the action proving to be difficult.

“Pugsley, fetch your sister one of Grandmama’s sandwiches from your bag. That’ll make you feel better, Wednesday.”

Per his mother’s request, Pugsley put his hand into a large satchel and pulled out a strangely pulsating sandwich. It moved and oozed purple liquid, and if you were quiet enough, one could hear a faint scream coming from it.

Wednesday snatched the sandwich from her brother’s hands and hastily scarfed it down, lest it get an attempt to fight back.

As Pugsley handed his older sister a water bottle to quench her thirst, Wednesday noticed her baby brother staring at her from their mother’s arms with wide eyes, almost horrified. All she could do was glare at him.

Gomez clapped his son on his back, “I’m telling you Pugsley, you’re going to love it here!”

“You really think so?” Pugsley looked at his father hopefully.

“When was this decided on?” Wednesday cut in, not looking the least bit pleased.

“It was before you arrived home early from school,” Morticia interjected, eyeing her daughter, “We were going to tell you during our family dinner, but you locked yourself up in the library not long after you came home so we never got the chance.”

Wednesday’s jaw set, and glared at her mother, “I apologize mother, I was just interested to see if there were any more family secrets that you all were hiding.”

The matriarch and patriarch of the Addams family exchanged a look, before Morticia looked back at her daughter with a confused expression, “I nary the thought of what you mean.”

“No, of course not.”

Morticia gave her daughter a small, exasperated smile, and then went over to her older son and caressed his face, “Now dear, if you have any problems, your sister is here to help as well as your cousin.”

Pugsley now looked nervously at his older sister, who was now setting her glare on him. Morticia looked at her daughter and cleared her throat.

“Of course,” Wednesday sighed, resigned.

Morticia frowned a bit at her daughter, but Pugsley felt reassured all the same.

The principal clapped his hands, bringing the Addamses' attention to him, “And here’s where you’ll be rooming, Pugsley. Welcome to Goodfellow hall!”

“Goodfellow? Isn’t that the fairy that causes all the issues in A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” Pugsley inquired.

The principal ignored him and opened a door that, unbeknownst to everyone else, Wednesday was familiar with, and stepped into the dorm room.

On the left side it was taken up by artwork, a familiar style that had Xavier Thrope all over it. He wasn’t there as he was still in class.

And on the right side, it was barren, an obvious spot for a new student to be placed in.

To Wednesday, however, she could only see the ex-room of her attempted murderer, Rowan Laslow. He had attempted to crush her with a statue and strangle her with his telekinesis the semester prior. During his second attempt at murder, he himself was murdered by the town’s own local, serial killer monster.

Wednesday didn’t have kind things to think about Rowan, I mean his murder attempts were very amateur and messy. But she did pity the boy. His mother had a vision that Wednesday would be the fall of the school, and that Rowan would be the one to kill her and save everyone. And he believed her.

She had been wrong on both accounts of course, Rowan would not be the hero, and Wednesday would be the one to save the school. And thus, she pitied the boy.

A hand clasping her shoulder brought Wednesday back to reality and out of her own thoughts.

“We got all of Pugsley’s stuff sorted out here, let’s go get yours, dear,” Morticia smiled at her scowling daughter. Wednesday hoped that meant that she was near the end of her torture.

Thankfully it didn’t take long to bring all her luggage up to her room, and soon she was sending her parents off.

“I’m going to miss you, my little terrors!” Gomez teared up as he pulled both his children into a big hug, only Pugsley hugged him back.

“Now, be sure to listen to the principal, you wouldn’t want to leave your friends,” Morticia gave both of them air kisses.

After their two eldest gave affirmative answers, the parents proceeded to go back to the car with the baby in tow. But something stood out to Wednesday.

“Mother, Father,” Wednesday spoke up, causing her parents to turn around in surprise, “I believe you missed a suitcase.”

Everyone slowly turned to the car, where one last suitcase laid on top.

“Oh, I’ll get it! It shouldn’t be that heavy-” Pugsley started to approach.

“Oh that won’t be necessary, that one is ours,” Morticia stopped her son.

“Are you going on a trip?” Pugsley asked, confused.

“Y-yes! That’s it, we’re going on another honeymoon,” Gomez stated, kissing his wife’s hand…. And slowly making his way up her arm.

Wednesday witnessed how her baby brother tried to control the disgust on his face, having to witness their parent’s display of affection up close and personal.

Hm, maybe we’ll get along after all…. She thought.

“Yes, another honeymoon, who knows maybe you’ll get two new siblings, a Wednesday Jr. and a Pugsley Jr.!” Morticia purred.

The three children all stiffened. Pugsley had a look of chagrin, Wednesday looked like she wished a hole would swallow her up, and Pubert looked shocked at the possibility of not being the youngest and having to battle for his parents' attention.

“That’s now how the word ‘Junior’ works!” Wednesday told them annoyed, almost ready to chase her parents off school grounds. Thankfully for her, they already started quickly retreating to the car, before anyone had to hear any nitty gritty details.

“Anyway, adiós my little terribles! You know the rules, we’ll crystal ball you in a week!”

The two siblings stood there, stunned by their odd behavior, well…. Odd by their parents’ standards.

“They didn’t tell you?” Wednesday asked.

“No.”

“How odd, they would never miss an opportunity to shove their love in our face.”

“Yeah….”

Wednesday took note of her parents' strange behavior but decided it wasn’t important enough to worry about in her current situation and proceeded to walk away.

“W-where are you going?”

“I’m going to get cleaned up, I believe you can manage, it looks like you have a helping hand waiting over there,” Wednesday nodded her head over to a certain female lefty hiding around the wall of the school.

Lady Fingers jolted in surprise at having been caught, and scurried over to the duo.

“Hello Lady Fingers, aren’t you supposed to be with Friday?”

“It appears she sent her to keep an eye on us, well, you can have fun with Pugsley,” Wednesday picked up Thing by his wrist and proceeded to walk off, “I already have my handler.”

***~***

It took a while for Enid to return to her dorm, some of her teachers had gotten in their head they needed to have a word or two with her.

So when she finally returned to the dorm, she found Wednesday in their room, straightening out the last of her things while Thing sat on her desk. Enid smiled and picked up her pace, only to stop mid-step to see Friday sitting on Wednesday’s bed.

“What are you doing here?” Enid pouted.

Friday grinned at her, the bruise around her nose and eyes painfully stretching with her mouth, “Breaking in.”

“Being an annoyance,” Wednesday mumbled.

“I was going to sit on your bed, but then Wenny threatened violence so I’m over here instead.”

Enid tried not to show disdain, she was trying not to show any visible resentment to Wednesday’s cousin, since she wasn’t a hundred percent sure how Wednesday felt about Friday herself.

“Wenny?” Enid asked her roommate eagerly. She’d secretly been hoping to give each other nicknames.

“Don’t call me that,” Wednesday stopped what she was doing for a second to give Enid a death glare, to show she was serious.

Enid pouted.

“Yeah only I can call Wenny, Wenny!” Friday snickered.

Wednesday picked up a book on her bookshelf and flung it right at Friday, it hit the snickering girl right in the temple and bounced off her head. Enid would’ve felt some kind of schadenfreude from this, if it didn’t result in Friday keeling over and going into a giggle fit. She seemed to enjoy the punishment.

Her vision of the giggling psychopath was then blocked by a pink present bag.

“Here,” was all Wednesday said, as she handed the present to Enid, while donning surgical gloves.

Enid held back a smile, her dreary roommate loved to tell people how she was allergic to color. Enid was pretty sure that she was full of hooey, considering she saw the girl handle color just fine before. But it was still amusing seeing Wednesday stick to her snarky, goth girl facade.

Enid took the bag from Wednesday and started to open it up. Her eyes widened when she saw what was in it.

“Snoods and gloves are a bit too…..advanced for me,” Wednesday mumbled, not looking at Enid.

Enid’s eyes sparkled as she pulled out a homemade pink knitted scarf, it had some errors in it, and you could see it was made by a beginner. But all Enid saw was her new favorite scarf.

“O-M-G Wednesday! I love it! I’m going to wear it everywhere!”

Wednesday still wasn’t looking at Enid, but gave her a slight nod. She also let out the breath she was holding, but no one else in the room was wiser to it.

“You didn’t tell me you could knit!” Friday announced from behind Wednesday, ruining the moment. She peered around her cousin’s shoulder to see a lumpy bundle of wool, “Oh that’s why, cause you can’t.”

Annoyed, Wednesday grabbed her cousin by the throat, she halted her punch mid-swing in the air very abruptly. Both Wednesday and Friday looked at Enid.

“What?” Enid asked, confused. She had become accustomed to their violence after the last half day.

“You aren’t going to stop me/her?” Wednesday and Friday said, almost in sync.

“Uh, no. I’m setting my morals for pointless, non-self-defense fighting for the next few minutes.” Enid was burnt out from the day, but she also wouldn’t mind seeing Wednesday flatten her cousin who caused her much strife. But she wouldn’t say the latter out loud.

The cousins looked at each other warily, not used to a non-family member trying to not stop them, and then un-engaged themselves.

Friday, looking as if the fun had died in the room, straightened herself up, “Well I better get going, gotta go learn how to make cement,” then she awkwardly walked out of the room.

After the door closed Enid looked at Wednesday, smiling with her arms held out. Ready for a hug.

Wednesday was not much of a hugger, much as in ever. There was only one person outside her family she ever allowed to hug her, and was also the only person whom she ever hugged back: Enid. The circumstances of that hug were very unique and in a moment of weakness. But it also wasn’t unpleasant. Not that Wednesday would ever tell anyone.

Wednesday looked at her roommate, and unlike all those other times before, she didn’t step back. All she did was sigh through her nose, and remain still. It was as good a confirmation for Enid as any.

Enid threw her arms around the ramrod straight girl, “Thank you Weds-”

But before Enid could finish her thank you, she felt her best friend tense up and seize in her arms. Wednesday's head flung back, her eyes unfocused, and her body began twitching.

The telltale signs that Wednesday was having a psychic vision.

It was only for a handful of seconds, just like any other vision Wednesday had before. But when the vision stopped, instead of coming back like she normally did, Wednesday instead fell limp in Enid’s arms.

“Wednesday?” Enid shook her unconscious friend, “Wednesday?!”

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A/N: Hehe 'ramrod straight girl” not for long. XU

I’m pretty sure I wrote 90% of this and 2B during my 1 hour lunch breaks at work over like 2 weeks. TT0TT I’ve also drunken all those milks, so I’ve now lost control of my life again. ;w;

Anyway, as you can probably tell….Friday is…an OC. Kinda. She’s an homage to the OG smiley Wednesday/pre 90s movies (sans the 90s cartoon, that one is a good blend of the two). I know we technically see an adult 60s Wednesday in the 70s reunion, buuuuuut…… well…. I wanted my own twist (such as giving her a dose of John Astin’s mania, love her being a mini Morticia in some iterations but I need to see a little bit of daddy dreadful too). Partially because there’s a genre shift between cartoon/60/70/90s shows and Wednesday (pure comedy with some friendly darkness vs dark comedy/mystery). Deep down, she has the upbeat/core values of those shows, but with how her mania and her own macabre tendencies translate into Wednesday, she becomes a loose cannon. So in a sense I wanted to create an Old!Wednesday (Friday) vs New!Wednesday (Wednesday).

So why “Friday?” Other than Wednesday’s middle name being Friday, let’s just say Wednesday is not the only child that’s full of woe. ;U

Fun Fact 1: Pubert was originally going to be Pugsley’s name in the 60s show (which is when the iconic characters originally got their names), but the TV execs thought it was too risque so they went with Pugsley instead.

Fun Fact 2: There was an unborn child teased in the original comics, but was never shown/born. Addams Family Values finally introduced the 3rd child, giving him Pugsley’s rejected name….which were different from the 2 hinted in the comics. ;3

Fun Fact 3: Wednesday/Pugsley Jr? Haha yeah they exist, in the 60s TV Special from the 70s. I’m pretty sure that’s not how Jr. works, it’s for parents/children, but hey it’s very Addams so XU Besides the reference, they will not be making an appearance in this.

Fun Fact 4: This plotline may have been heavily influenced by the Scooby Doo Movie/70s animated pilot episode “Wednesday is Missing.” I watched it well prior to me thinking “yeah let’s just write a fanfic” and by the time I was in the middle of Ep 2 I was like “Oh right TT0TT Well….” I literally just checked the episode again (cause I kinda blocked it out, it wasn’t bad just forgot klfdjsdalf) and I think she was even trapped in their belfry type thing too sjdflkajf

Anyway, time for the break……….

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