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smaoineamhsalach · 8 months
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ hi i have severe mean!zoe brainworms rn so. enjoy this <3 cw for p in v (w a strap), doggy, dacryphilia, zoe’s like MEAN mean, but it’s consensual, sort of pain play i think it is?, clit play, sweet degradation, subspace
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“won’ fit, zoe.” you whine, tear-streaked cheek pressed against the pillow as you try and turn your head to ensure your girlfriend hears you. if she does, she doesn’t let on - and the hand between your shoulderblades only presses down harder, forcing you to jut your ass out even further and helping her to force her cock into you.
there’s a good four inches of thick black silicone already in you, but she’s not anywhere near satisfied yet. she’d done you the one mercy of getting you off on her fingers and tongue so hard before you’d started that you'd seen stars, and as a result you're so wet you barely needed any of the lube she'd preemptively set down on the nightstand - but as she eases another one, two, three centimetres of the strap into you so slowly that it knocks the wind from your lungs, by god are you glad she'd insisted on using it anyways.
whimpered moans and gasps for breath are all you're capable of getting out as she shifts behind you, and suddenly you're met with the sensation of her bare front pressing flush against your back. the newfound warmth and familiar security of her embrace brings you comfort, but it's short-lived as you soon realise she has other motives in mind. namely, moving her knees up the bed until her thighs press against the backs of yours and slipping her free hand underneath your joined bodies to where you're joined so she can seek out your clit with her skilful fingers.
the effect her touch has on you is immediate, and so is the pressure that this new position brings. she’s effectively fucking you into the mattress with those short, stuttering thrusts of her slim hips into you. the noise her fingertips make as they slide through the mess of lube and arousal where your hole is stretched around her cock toward your clit is unreasonably lewd, so much so that it forces a bashful heat to your cheeks and has you babbling furiously before she’s even really started to pleasure you. “it’s not gonna- it’s too mu- “
“yes, it will.” she punctuates each word with a snap of her hips, sinking the strap even deeper and deeper into you as her fingers hone in on your clit and start to rub rough, calculated circles into the already over-sensitised bundle of nerves. her strap thickens cruelly at the base, of course it does, forcing your cunt to work even harder to try and stretch to accommodate it’s width on top of it’s length and with how wet she’s making you by toying with you the way she is, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be much of a problem.
strangled noises of both pleasure and pain leave your lips only to be quietened by the plush of your pillow, and as pleasure unfurls like a smokecloud in the pit of your stomach you succumb to the overstimulation and let your teary eyes fall shut. eagle-eyed and uncaring, she notices straight away and laughs against the back of your neck.
"yeah, that's what i thought." you don’t need to see zoe to visualise the smile on her face - the cruel, upward tilt of the corners of her lips that never fails to send equal parts arousal and trepidation skittering down your spine. the hand of hers’ that’s been pressed into the bed down by your ribcage for balance throughout this moves, and before you know it there’s a cool hand soothing your hair back from your face and the bed dips as she leans down on her forearm that she rests just beside your face. she’s caged you in against the bed and it’s overwhelming, so overwhelming to be surrounded by her when she’s got you in such a powerless state - but that’s all mitigated, even only just, by the sweet little kiss she ducks down to press to the hinge of your jaw.
"don't you worry about a thing now. let that pretty head go empty, and just lay there and take what i'm giving you." her lips are pressed so close to your skin as she huffs the words out that when you let out a choked sob in reply, you can feel how she smiles gleefully at your distressed state. still, your hips stutter down onto her knowing hand and she coos at you with a mock sweetness that makes you flinch as she draws back just far enough to look down and admire her handiwork.
"god, you should see how fuckin' good this looks." by her tone alone, she sounds transfixed in that way she often does when she gets you like this. you imagine she’s gawking at the way your cunt stretches tight as a vice around what surely must be near the base of her strap, and it’s confirmed for you when her hand moves from off your clit to trace delicately around the circumference of where her cock meets your flesh. "you're practically sucking me in, baby. like you can't get enough of this."
you don’t have the strength left to argue with her - and even if you did, it’d be a fairly hollow argument from your side. you end up settling for a weak whimper that’s met with a hushed be quiet from zoe, before you finally succumb to her all-consuming presence and let yourself grow pliant and submissive under her.
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accidentallyheartless · 11 months
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you know, people like to make rogue-lites and proc-gen games all the time. is there a murder mystery game like that tho?
i mean like say the characters, backstory, and general setting is static. what would be random each time you play would instead be the stimulus or motive for the murder. well maybe the characters aren’t the same everytime… i mean after a certain point you would probably learn how a certain person would react to something if you knew enough about them yeah? the cast would have to be pretty big, each game only using a subset of the cast and that could also be randomly picked
hell, if you don’t care about the backstory of “why” all the people are in a certain place and encouraged to murder, you could make this a mugen. sure that would make character interactions a tiny bit harder, but hell i think i remember seeing some kind of mugen strip poker game going around and i’m pretty sure those devs did it from the screenshots. the big draw would probably be letting your own blorbo’s in to experience or propagate tragedy, tumblr seems to love that kinda thing.
sorry from here on this is going turn from a outwardly facing shitpost question, to my own thoughts for myself later incase i want to get down and dirty with renpy or something.
so first off, no renpy lmao. while i wouldn’t going to make it a 3D game, i would prefer to use low poly or pre-rendered backgrounds. it’d definitely still be a visual novel of some sort, that’s just cost effective, but what i want is for props and background elements to be scenario dependent. and while i like pre-rendered, not realistic with my blender skills. so low-ish poly it is. i’d have to look at unity again, maybe i’ll do a limited camera angle/dollhouse like deal where only 3 walls are ever visible. then you travel between areas to investigate from a map like the persona games. specifically 3, 4, and 5. 1 and 2 are cool ideas but one: i woulda said megaten in that case, and two: too large a scale. the map would probably be a single building and/or the surrounding property. leaning into a mansion and its ground because of genre stereotypes.
characters will be 2D tho. fits the visual novel genre and also lets me let people mugen it up by dropping new characters in a folder. the main work i see needing to be done here is rigging up character interactions, both with each other and the environment. probably would work first on each other. baby steps y’know. set up a system of flags in things that a character says to trip emotions in other characters. like assigning sentences with an attitude variable. the game would check that against the other characters and see if anyone has an interaction, and if so how pronounced. would set priority for passionate outbursts and move down the list. tho would need to balance that against who was actually part of the conversation, but eh passionate outburts are usually intrjections or yelling so interruptions in flow of conversation would be intended. that would be the easy stuff tho, or well the stuff i can automate. the more tedious stuff would be character specific dialogue. like between certain characters of a series or even interseries stuff. i’m talking scripted dialogue, which would hurt a lot and mega inflate the scope if i have to write custom lines for each character but thats kind of the point of the game. eh, thats why i just gotta let people import their own. outsource that work to others once a proof-ish of concept is done with a good amount of characters. most people would start a patreon to have people support them making new characters for the game, but eh i’d only do that for original characters to not even touch the legality of making money from putting a licensed character into the game and my oc’s are shit so prob not happenin. anyway i’d probably just come up with like 15? maybe thats too much like 10-12 might be better. and i’d do all the tedious shit for those characters, if it catches on and people mod in more then the tedious work goes on them lol.
now environmental objects, i’d like for them to be interactable. not so much in a “wow you can pick this up” instead more of a *click* “wow this is a thing” *menu makes note that you found this clue* type deal. torn on randomizing item placements, but that is 100% a later development decision. if i can get characters to murder each other with whatever is in a given room, then i can worry about making that bit modular. for now i think once they accomplish murdering someone with something, i can set it so that the object gets bloodied with a texture.
you might be wondering how i would deal with the various ways someone could be murdered, and the answer is to simply not do it at all. theres only so many ways you could kill someone with a given object, most i could probably only come up with one. so just put a stencil on the ground with blood pooling where the wound would be and voila, the lazy way to do it. best way would be to just make a list of ways they could die and assign one from the list to each object. could get creative and have effects for specific deaths, like a puddle for drowning or have the outline smoking if they were burned to death(or asphyxiated with co2).
motives for actually murdering eachother is where i’m drawing a blank though. i might have assigned a specific character/s to assign a motive that you pick at the start, but that would be predictable. better to go with a faceless character putting them in designed situations but otherwise not interfering. this would be a system i work on after characters are mostly done, environment could be whatever. the map, will be probably the first thing i work on but after i get a single room working i will probably abandon the rest of the work until later to focus on character interactions. motives would definitely be something i work on concurrently with the finished map when the other systems are all worked out. i’m thinking something similar to the board game betrayal at house on the hill. set scenarios that set in after a time of relative peace that will trigger certain characters to kill based on their traits and actions during the peace period. an example would be two glutton characters meet up in the kitchen and start having an eating contest, only for a freak blizzard to snow everyone in. now the food has to be rationed, but oh no! the gluttons ate so much that now there isn’t enough to ration for everyone and someone takes it into their hands to lower the amount of mouths to feed. i’ll workshop it, but it should be modular enough that people can add custom ones.
all in all its a medium scope (but big for a solo dev), lots of tedious writing, and a bit of a pipe dream now that i write this all out. the last game i made was a little project in vr, and i have no clue how to do 2d stuff lmao
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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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love in secret - h.s.
a/n: ohhhh my loves this one is a mess. please bear with me!!! it gets better. i promise. i love this one so so dearly and its very special to me so please be kind :’( i love you i love you i love you, thank you for choosing to read my work. enjoy <3
🎀 warnings/cw: a really weird creepy uncle (weird comments/advances on yn), a weird creepy guy at a bar, a weird girl at a birthday party, angst, harry yells lol, FLUFF CANT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGHHHH, PROTECTIVERRY nothing too out of the ordinary for me
🐇 pairing: best friend!reader x harry styles to lovers
💐 wc: 5.9k (not edited, completely unproofread)
summary: 5 times when Y/N and harry communicated with just a look to each other, or, 5 times where they just understood.
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— 1
The lights in the restaurant were bright. Blinding, really. YN had a hard time even keeping a conversation with someone due to the lights being so bright and her needing to shut her eyes tightly every couple of seconds. It was unfortunate enough that she showed up to the dinner with a headache beginning to brew at the nape of her neck, and she cursed herself in her head at the fact that she let herself just ignore it. The room was filled with loud chatter and laughter, the other patrons enjoying themselves and letting loose with the alcohol provided to them. Her head was hung, hair falling around the sides of her face, allowing for a nice shield to dim the lights a little bit, providing her eyes a little bit of solace from the intrusive brightness. 
“Alright y’guys, I’m really tired and I think ‘M gonna head out now.” She could hear Harry announce to the table, pushing his chair back with his legs as he tapped on YN’s thigh with his right hand. Pushing himself up with his legs, he leaned down to whisper a quick ‘get your stuff’ to YN. She agreed without another word, and stood to grab her purse from where it was hung on the chair, pulling it up onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling chilly out of nowhere. Harry noticed this– of course he did– and draped the jacket he had resting on his forearm over her shoulders. YN and Harry both said their goodbyes, no one questioning YN packing up her things. Everyone knew that wherever she went he would follow, and wherever he went she would follow.
Slinging his arm over her shoulder, Harry gave one last goodbye from the both of them, before leading her to the back entrance to avoid paparazzi, knowing how much that would hurt her head. He could sense that she was feeling weird from the second she grabbed a seat next to him, but didn’t question her about it. As the night went on, he noticed how she kept blinking harshly, kept rubbing her temples with her fingertips, or rested her forehead on his shoulder for comfort. Suddenly, when she let her head fall, he realized exactly what was happening– she was having a migraine. 
Little to no words were shared between them during dinner in an attempt to catch up with their friends who they’d hadn’t seen in a long time, but they were still reminded of each others presence. Harry's been placing soft kisses onto her hair when he felt the weight of her head drop onto his shoulder while also keeping conversation to whoever he was talking to. YN linked their pinky fingers at the beginning of dinner, letting it hang between the two of them for the rest of the night until she had to rub her temples to try and ease the pain. While they didn’t really speak, they had conversations with their eyes that only they could understand. 
Harry initially checked on her when she lifted her head from his shoulder the third time, turning his head to look at her only to see that she was already waiting for him. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay, and she answered silently with a small head nod. Even though he didn’t buy it, he left it alone since he knew that they’d be leaving soon anyway.
When she finally got to the sweet solace of Harry’s car, a sigh of relief left her at the darkness inside. The interior of his car was all black with tinted windows, so the dim of the streetlights couldn’t bother her as much either. 
“Lovie, y’should’ve told me y’had a migraine, would’ve gotten y’home instantly.” Harry scolds in a low, quiet voice, a frown on his lips when he saw the way she slumped down into the passenger seat, head falling back onto the headrest. 
“I know, I’m sorry. Just looked like you were having fun.” She whispered, knowing her voice at full volume would hurt her head. 
“Y’are way more important to me than a dinner with our friends. We can see our friends whenever, and it would be much more convenient for the both of us if y’were healthy while doing so.” He grumbled, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand and reaching over to rest his right hand on her thigh. 
“Well, I’m sorry to hear I’m such a burden,” She spat, voice still low. She opened her eyes when she heard nothing but silence to see Harry giving her a look to which she sighed at, grabbing his hand to twist the rings around on his fingers. “I know what you mean. Jus’ being stubborn right now.”
He snorts, “Trust me, I know. ‘S like it’s y’middle name.” He squeezes her hand at the soft laugh she gives, his heart pumping the slightest bit faster.
“Back to mine?” He whispers.
“Obviously.” 
— 2
YN rested her back along the arm of the couch, knees pulled up so that she only took up one cushion. Even if the rest of the couch was completely unoccupied beside her, she wanted to be as respectful as possible. The room was almost full by the way producers, writers, and managers scattered around, but she was only there for one of them; the boy in the booth. Harry’s been recording for about 2 hours now and she knew that he was overdue for a break, however, she also knew that he wouldn’t step foot outside of the booth until what he recorded was 100% to his liking, and they both knew that his perfectionist tendencies was his vice. 
She sat around for a bit longer, silently playing games on her phone mindlessly while periodically checking the time, until she heard a muffled shout come from the booth– the booth that she knew only had Harry in it. Looking up, she saw Harry with the studio headphones pulled down to hang around his neck, stepping to the side so he wouldn’t be shouting into the microphone. She rolled her eyes and stared at him in annoyance, waiting until he would eventually catch her gaze. Right when he did, he could already see the look in her eyes which made him look down ashamedly, taking the headphones from his neck to put on the mic stand, coming out of the booth like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He already knew he was about to get chewed out by the way she looked at him, almost disappointed by the way he seemed to lack self care when he was working. 
“Can we break for a minute, everyone? 30 minutes, tops.” She said loudly enough so everyone could hear her. Everyone immediately agreed and began to shuffle out of the room, leaving only YN and Harry in the space. Once the final person left and they heard the door click shut, she turned her head back to him with a distinct glimmer in her eyes. 
“Really, H?” She sighed, gesturing to him to join her on the couch. She slid her legs down and opened them a little, already knowing that he was going to fall and put his entire weight onto her. And she was right. The second she opened her arms, he slumped down into a sitting position at first, before laying down with his head resting just below her chin, head turned toward the soundboard with a pout on his raspberry lips. 
“I know, ‘M sorry,” He sighed, arms coming round to rest underneath her back in a loose hold, trying to get as much comfort as possible. “Jus’ hate when it doesn’t come out exactly how I envisioned it.” 
“I know, but overworking yourself and your precious voice doesn’t equate to anything and it especially won’t equate to perfection if you’re tired. Looking at it all, especially from my perspective, it jus’ looks like you’re being mean. Like, lashing out on all of those people… they’re tired too, bub. They don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you, especially not when you can help it. Are you seeing what I mean?” She tried to lay it out in the most delicate way possible while also knocking some sense into him, and it all started to make sense to him after all. 
“You do know you need to apologize to them, right?” She mutters into his hair, pressing the tiniest of kisses to his hair. 
“I know.  You’re right. I mean, you’re always right, but you’re especially right, right now. I dunno how y’always know me, or how you always know how t’make it better.” Harry grumbled. He hated this part. He hated when what he was envisioning didn’t come to full fruition right away. 
“It’s because I’m your best friend,” She could feel the way they both collectively tensed at her words, “It’s just what I do. I know you better than anyone else in this world and I have since we were toddlers. There’s no way you can be surprised now, ‘M basically your only friend.”
He laughed along with her, trying his best to mask the rejection he felt when he heard her say that she was his best friend. “Y’are, lovie. The only one who knows me like this.” 
She hummed. “The only one who ever will,” She said in full conviction. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, their faces close to each other. He could feel her breath on his face, and when he went to lift himself up a little to be able to meet her lips, she cleared her throat and nudged up a bit, creating distance between them. 
Tangling her fingers back into his hair, she awkwardly whispered, “Now, rest for a little bit, bub. I’ll wake you up when they’re ready to go.”
— 3
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for YN and Harry to have dinner with each other’s families, but there was something about tonight that made the both of them have a weird twinge in their stomachs that tonight would be different. It started off normal, really. They showed up to YN’s parents house, one of her hands pushed into the crook of his arm. YN had a bottle of wine in her other hand while Harry had his shoved into his pocket. Ringing the doorbell, there was something about the lack of commotion coming from inside that made them share a weird glance, before they shrugged their shoulders in unison and put it to the side when they heard the lock click. 
YN’s mom opened the door with a sheepish grin on her face, and YN already knew she was going to spew out an apology for something.  
“Hi, my loves, missed you. But, before you both come in,” Her mom wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, “Uncle Rick is here.” 
YN and Harry both groaned, already dreading the dinner that hadn’t even started. They knew something was up when they didn’t hear the shouts of little kids wrestling each other to get to the door, and now it was completely explained why. 
Uncle Rick was her dad’s estranged brother who had only started coming around 5 or 6 Christmases ago, and the entire family has had a weird dislike for him since the beginning. He was creepy! As simple as that. He used to make weird comments on her and her sisters bodies, and he liked to talk to Harry about how much money Harry had, while also trying to push out a sob story so Harry would flit him some cash. It never worked, by the way. 
“That explains why the rascals weren’t here t’open the door,” Harry muttered, an annoyed and pouty look already on his face. He was excited to see the little ones, and they weren’t even here!
“Harry, stop with the look, don’t be a brat. Both of you, lighten up! I dislike him as much as you do but you two are the only ones who showed up for dinner. Your sisters bailed the second I mentioned him, so please just try to be nice?” YN’s mom scolded Harry. Since they’ve known each other since they were practically still in diapers, she treated him like her own and Anne did the same for YN. 
“I’ll try,” Harry grumbled, patting YN’s bum when her mom stepped out of the way to let them in. Unhooking their arms from each other, they pushed their coats off and hung them up. Turning to each other, they shared a look before inhaling deeply at the same time, entwining fingers. “We got this, lovie. I believe in us.”
YN only nodded, trudging forward with him trailing behind her, his arm lifting a bit from the small pull where their hands were conjoined. Walking into the kitchen, she greeted her dad with a side hug in an attempt to not let go of Harry, before pulling back to let Harry greet him as well. They stepped back and looked at her dad expectantly, a sigh emitting when he saw their faces. “Sorry, kiddos. Would’ve told you, but mom wanted you guys to be here to keep us sane.”
“It’s okay, dad, but you have to shut him down if he says something about me. You promised last time.” She sighed, leaning into Harry the slightest bit for no reason other than familiarity and comfort. 
“I will, Princess. I promise.” He shook his head fast, immediately abiding to the promise he made a couple of months ago. 
“Alright, bub, let’s go say hi,” YN mentally prepared herself as they walked over to the living room, humming when her mom told her to get him for dinner. YN subconsciously tightened her grip on Harry’s hand, him doing the same. “Hi Uncle Rick, you remember Harry, right?”
“How couldn’t I remember? Y’bring that bugger around more than anyone else, I woulda thought he got you locked down. Quite annoying, that one is.” Uncle Rick’s feet were propped up onto the coffee table, a feeling of disgust already swirling in both of their chest when they could smell the mix of beer and smoke oozing from his pores.
“Um– He’s literally right here, and you just called him annoying?” She said quite exasperatedly, a muffled groan leaving her lips. “Whatever, it’s fine. Mom wanted us to tell you that dinner’s ready.”
“God, finally! Your moms been taking forever, annoying how long she takes to get everything ready. I mean, isn’t that her job? To cook and clean? She does a pretty shit job at it if I’m honest.” The man groaned, struggling to even get off the couch. He walked past them and placed a hand on YN’s waist when he passed by, making her jump and twist into the front of Harry’s body. He caught her with ease, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her body. He could feel how tense she was, her unease and anger radiating off of her in waves. 
“Fuck. My. Life.” She muttered, leaning her face fully into his chest, banging her forehead against it with each word. Harry hummed, placing a few kisses onto her head to conceal the fact that he too, was bubbling with anger. 
“Gonna kill him, lovie. The fuck was that, anyway? Calling me annoying when I’m right here? 5 feet away from him? Not a lot of cogs turning in tha’ one’s head, I’ll tell ya,” Harry snorted, trying to relax his best friend a little bit. “Calm down, babe, practically shakin’ in m’arms.” 
She sighed, nodding into him. Comfort slowly seeped into her when she felt the gradual pressure of his arms behind her back. “I know, I’m sorry. Thank you for being here, though, you’re the bestest friend I could’ve ever asked for.” 
Harry isn’t afraid to admit his heart shatters the tiniest bit at this. He even goes far to unwrap his arms from her frame prematurely, plastering on a fake smile before she can see the frown he had on. “‘S what I’m here for.” 
A confused look made its way onto YN’s face, wondering what she said wrong to make him let her go. Opening her mouth to ask, she shut it right after she heard her mom call to them.
“Kids, come eat now!” She shouted.
“Coming!” YN called back, giving Harry one last look, a small look of hurt in her eyes, before pivoting on her heel to walk to the dining room. 
They sat down, Uncle Rick at the head of the table with YN and Harry on one side, and her parents on the other. Harry frowned when she didn’t scooch her chair over a bit to be closer to him, and he looked at the amount of space that was between them. Taking initiative, he moved his chair over and rested his hand on her thigh, YN grumbling under her breath but grabbing his hand anyway and interlocking their fingers. Although he was right handed, he’d sacrifice his dominant hand to hold hers any day. 
The four of them talked easily, Uncle Rick staying out of the conversations mainly, but he hummed or protested every so often to give pieces of mind (even though it was severely unneeded).
“So, YN, I heard that you graduated a couple of months out of medical school? How’d that go? Normally girls your age sleep around to graduate from something so difficult, hm?”  Uncle Rick commented disgustingly, food spewing out of his mouth since he was talking with his mouth full.
“Um– sorry, what?” YN choked on the wine she brought, a fiery look already in her eyes. Her parents’ expressions dropped instantly, her dad already trying to sputter out an apology.
“If you’re implying that I slept with the higher ups to graduate then I’m sorry, you’re dead wrong. I worked so hard to get to where I am now, and maybe if you hadn’t been estranged, mind you, we didn’t even know who you were, then maybe you would’ve noticed. Or maybe, you’d still be the same sleazy prick you’ve always been. Either way, it’s no bother to me, I know how you feel after all. The way you try to subtly touch me and my sisters, we all notice it, but we’ve been biting our tongue for so long, because you know what? You’re family. But I’ve honestly had enough of it. Mom, Dad, me and H are leaving, thank you for dinner, but I really, really can’t.” She spewed out without missing a beat, tugging Harry up with her. He turned his head to look up at her, but he could see the upset look in his eyes and stood up without another word. He let go of her hand to go around the table to kiss her moms cheek and to clap her dad on the back. 
He walked over to the threshold to leave, before deciding to give a little to this conversation as well. “Y’know, Uncle Rick, I tried m’hardest to be respectful as well, and I always wanted t’make a good impression, especially since I was with my best friends family, but I’ve been here f’longer than y’have to know that they’d love me either way, so I’ll just say this before I go; I didn’t mind when you’d make comments about me, but it’s another thing when y’making weird comments about her. She’s everything t’me, m’soulmate, really, and I feel bad that you’ve probably never had one. It would explain why y’so miserable, wouldn’t it?” 
Rick tried to say something, but was quickly cut off. “And I pity that you’ll never get to see how wonderful YN is. I really do pity y’for that. She’s incredibly smart, beautiful inside and out, and y’threw away the chance to have something amazing with her. So for your own benefit, I hope something changes f’you so you can get t’know her. But if not, don’t worry, really, we’re very fine off without you, anyway. Goodnight, Y/M/N and Y/D/N, it’s been wonderful seeing y’both again. ‘M sure we’ll be back soon in better circumstances, I hope.” 
And with that, he leaves the kitchen, leaving the three of them in awe.
Grabbing the both of their coats, noticing how YN had forgotten hers, he slammed the door shut and stalked quickly to the car, noticing how she was already in her assigned seat (He’d always joked about how she was the prettiest passenger princess), gnawing on her lips as glimmering tears lay stagnant in her eyes. He walked faster when he clocked this, knowing that her biting her lips was an anxious tic of hers. Popping open the door, he sat and settled into the driver's seat as fast as possible, turning on the ignition to power on the heater as quickly as he could. 
She turned her head to him, and he grabbed the back of her head in a tight hold, his other hand wounding around her waist. Sobs starting to fill the car, followed by soft shushing by Harry. 
“It’s okay, bub, y’so okay, I’m here, it’s okay.” He reassured, heart clenching at the gutwrenching sobs that left her. 
“Love y’so much, you’re s’perfect, and he’s so so wrong. You’re m’best friend in the world, the best person I know... Precious girl, wish y’saw yourself the way I see you.” He placed the softest of kisses to the side of her head, whispering sweet words to her until her sobs calmed and he felt her move her eyes from his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder. 
“I love you, H, no one I trust more in this world than you,” She whispered, pulling back to lay her temple on his cheek. Pulling back a little more, they now looked at each other, his eyes searching her watery ones. Their breaths hitched when they realized just how close they were to each other, knowing that if they were to move even an inch their lips would touch. They both moved forward a little, before jumping away from each other when Harry’s elbow pushed a little too hard on the center of the wheel, the horn honking. 
A shy laugh left her lips as she spun back to face the windshield, a soft blush coating her cheeks. “Home?” 
Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly, a smile growing on his face when he realized that she referred to his house as home. “Yeah, bub, let’s go home.” 
— 4
“Harry! YN! Come in, come in!” They smiled at her friend Alex, who was already noticeably drunk, a pink flush on her cheeks. As much as they didn’t like parties, they decided to show up to Alex’s birthday party, the decision hard for the two of them since they knew it would pretty much be like a party at a frat house. Alex pulled on YN’s hand, dragging her inside to the party, Harry being tugged along as well when he grabbed YN’s outstretched one. They get dragged to the kitchen, being heavily encouraged by Alex to make a drink, before running away when she gets distracted by another one of her friends. 
“I guess bartender Harry’s making an appearance,” Harry shrugged, “What can I make f’you, bub?” 
She tilted her head, thinking it over. “My usual, please.” 
“One cherry vodka with sprite coming right up, sweets!” They talked for a little, giggling when Harry had opened a fresh liter of Sprite to make sure it was safe, which started spewing everywhere and in turn, all over his white shirt. “Fucks sake!” 
“Messy boy.” She giggled, taking the drink with a gracious smile. She took his hand to lead him to the living room, finding a few of her friends and talking to them, also making conversation with Harry who they knew because of how many times he’s met them. When YN had thought about it, she realized that he really is there every single time she goes out with her friends. It’s like she had her own personal bodyguard. 
After a few of her friends had come and gone, she placed her now empty cup on the counter that Harry was resting his back on, trying to stabilize himself as she relaxed herself into his body. “‘M gonna go up and use the bathroom real quick, will you be okay down here?” 
“Of course I’ll be okay, but you be safe, bub.” He sent her away with a pat to her bum, a squeal leaving her lips. He watched her walk away with a smile on his face, not even realizing how lovesick the grin must’ve looked. A poof of blonde hair in front of him distracted him from her figure, and when he looked down, he saw a girl with curled and messy blonde waves, thick eyeliner paired with red lipstick that’d grown messy throughout the night. “Hi?”
“You’re so hot.” Blondie commented bluntly. He stepped back to create some space between them, sliding his arm out of her rough grip. He couldn’t pinpoint the reason why her hands felt like sandpaper on his tanned skin, but it felt like he’d just been burned with a flat iron. 
“Oh, um… thank you? That’s very sweet, but I’ve got a girl-” He started. 
“She doesn’t need to know…” She purred, and disgust filled Harry’s face. 
“I’m flattered, but I really do have a girlfriend, and she’s here with me tonight, I’m not comfortable with this, ‘M sorry.” He tried again, but every time he would take a step backward, Blondie would take a step forward. Can she not take the hint?!
“Is the girlfriend in the room with us?” She started to get annoyed. A small weight lifted from his chest because he thought maybe if she got tired of him, she would just leave. He tried to wait for this plan to work, but he realized he didn’t even need to when he saw his precious girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes caught his, and he tried to iterate in his eyes that he needed help, and fast. She noticed and tried to go down the stairs a bit faster, not even caring if she stepped on someone. She walked fast to close the distance between them, burrowing herself in the space Harry provided when he lifted his arm as she was on her way over. 
“Hi baby,” YN started, pecking a kiss to his cheek sweetly, before turning her gaze to the girl in front of Harry. “Oh! I’m so sorry, that was so rude of me! Hi, I’m Harry’s girlfriend, YN. And you are…?” 
Blondie stared at YN’s outstretched hand in confusion, rolling her eyes and flipping her messy blonde hair over her shoulder, whacking YN in the face with the tips as she walked away. YN pulled a face of disgust, Harry immediately brushing her face off softly with his hand.
“Fuckin’ bitch, thinks she can take y’from me,” YN muttered under her breath, quiet enough to the point that even Harry himself couldn’t hear, which said a lot since they were practically telepathically connected. 
“Hm?” Harry questioned, but she didn’t say a word. 
“Nothing, just crazy to think that these girls think they can get you without getting through me first, that’s all.” She smiled up at Harry innocently. 
He snorted. “I send my luck out to anyone who even ends up trying. Thank you for saving me, bub. I owe you, big time.” 
“Just take me home now. Can we watch a movie?” 
“Anything f’you, Sweetheart.”
— 5
They didn’t really like these galas. 
To be honest, it wasn’t really their scene and they’d much rather be at Harry’s house, cuddled on the couch with her feet on his thighs, his fingers digging into the heels and soles of his feet mindlessly. 
They were in matching outfits, a silky emerald dress hugging her body whilst also accentuating her curves. Harry was clad in a velvety dark green suit, a black button up buttoned to just the middle of his torso matching her black YSL purse that she got as a graduation gift from him (among many other things against her wishes). They walked into the event arm in arm which wasn’t unusual for the pair. She tended to be his date to these once in a while events he’d agree to going to. The two had already walked in whispering and giggling about how they caught Glenne and Jeff sucking face in a darkened hallway near the entrance. 
Harry found a couple of his friends he’d made while in the process of making the album, YN standing close to his side with a polite smile on her face. After a couple of minutes, she’d become thirsty and, unnoticeably to anyone else, tapped her fingers on his forearm that her hand was hanging on. He looked to her, a soft but questioning smile on his face, and she scrunched her nose, clearing her throat to speak. “‘M gonna get a drink, bub. Getting a little thirsty, do you want anything?” 
He shook his head, turning fully to face her. She unhook her hand from the crook of his arm, nodding toward the bar. “D’you want me t’come with you?” 
She shook her head no, already stepping back to move towards the bar. “I’ll be okay, jus’ keep an eye on me in case I need saving, yeah?” 
“Of course, only have eyes f’you anyway.” He unashamedly flirted, chuckling at the bashful look on her face, turning her gaze to anything but him to will away the blush begging to make itself known on her cheeks. 
“Cheeky boy, I’ll be back.” She smiled, shaking her head. He pulled her in a little, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sending her away, following her figure with his eyes to ensure she was safe on the less than eight feet walk to the bar. Once assured she was there safely, he turned his gaze to his gaggle of friends, making small talk with them, nothing more than work and the weather. He’d shared a couple of laughs before his brain made itself aware that his other half wasn’t back to his side as quickly as it would normally take her, and he turned his head to look for his girl– not his girl, but– no, she was his girl. They’d both known it anyway. 
His heart dropped to about his toes when he saw her turn her head too, a quick panicked glimmer in her eyes. He was unsure if he was reading her correctly, but when he kept his gaze trained on her for a little longer and watched as she gave him the same panicked look, he knew she was in trouble. She looked back forward, trying to be as polite as possible, and he excused himself from the group in the blink of an eye. Striding over as fast as his legs would allow, he slowed his pace down a little to not look suspicious to any onlookers. He found her quickly, her head turning once more, a now relieved and slightly amused look in her eyes. Clocking the creepy looking guy standing in front of her, he said fuck all to looking suspicious and picked up his pace once more. 
He closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his front against her back gently, trying his best to not be overbearing. The heat radiating from his body automatically calmed her, feeling the way he let his arm snake around his waist to let his hand sit on the small space between her hip and her waist, a large tattooed hand resting on her tummy. She placed the drink onto the bar, laying her cold hand onto his warm one. He leaned towards her head, kissing her hair and humming when she leaned her head a bit into his lips. 
“Hi m’love, who’s this?” He asked while tilting his head down to look at her, finding her eyes to send her a message to go along with him. She looked up too, reading his eyes instantly and knowing what they were going to do. Just like they did at the house party, they were going to fake date for a little bit. This was him returning the favor.
“Hi baby, this is Jack, Jack, this is my boyfriend– um… Peter.” She giggled, not being able to think of a better name. “He said that he’s Jeff Azoff’s personal assistant,” Looking toward the guy who shriveled into himself with fear, a smirk present her lips. Obviously they both knew that Jeff didn’t have a male personal assistant– Glenne had given the job to her friend’s daughter, and they were just as close with her as they were Glenne herself. “He even said that he’s gotten to know Harry Styles quite well himself, also offered to take me to meet him after this event, isn’t he so sweet?” 
Harry had to lift a hand to rub his lips to prevent himself from laughing. “Oh yeah, darling, that would be wonderful. Think I can tag along with you? I’m a huge fan, and would love to meet the guy. Tonight might not be the best, though, I heard he’s at a fancy event or something.” 
“Oh, of course, baby, how could I forget? Could I have your phone? I could get Jack’s number so we can arrange something,” Turning to fully face Jack, she giggled a little at the way his complexion now was pale like he saw a ghost. The three of them knew he’d been caught in a lie. She felt the weight of his phone on her hand and pulled it up to her face, her face ID unlocking it instantly. “What was your number?” 
Jack stumbled over his words. “I- um… Uh- I just– Forget it.” Scrambling away as fast as he could, the two laughed together as she turned in his hold. She moved her arm down to drop his phone back into his pocket. She wounded her arms back up to place her arms on his biceps, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Boyfriend, huh?” He grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head when she dropped it onto his chest, a groan leaving her lips.
“You started it!” She whined, lifting her head back up to meet his green eyes.
“I know, I know. Can’t believe it took you a Rory imposter to call me y’boyfriend, though. Been waiting forever for that, really. Sounds pretty coming from y’lips, if I’m honest.” A sigh tumbled from his lips, trying to subtly let her know what he was feeling. 
“Me too. In our very own romance book, eh? Fake dating trope and all.” She giggled, lifting her arms to wound around his neck, obviously picking up on what he was putting down.
They were finally having their moment. 
“Gonna let me make it real, Sweetheart?” He whispered, ducking his head down to be level with hers. 
“God, hurry up with it will you? Been waiting for this since we were teenag- oh!” She was cut off by his lips on hers. 
It was natural. Of course it was. 
The way their lips met made her truly believe in the romance books she was just joking about not even a second ago. She could taste the sweetness from the cookies they snacked on in the car on the seams of his lips, softness from the chapstick he borrowed from her still moisturizing his lips. He could feel every dip and crevice in hers if he focused enough– as if he wasn’t completely drowning in all of her. Her perfume, her hands on his neck, the taste of her lips. 
Pulling away with a quiet smack, he grinned as widely as humanly possible, bunny teeth making its full appearance, as well as his dimples. He placed another sweet kiss to her nose, making her scrunch up her face.
“Fuckin’ finally. So in love with you, sweet girl, m’best friend.” 
“Mm, love you, H.”
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fleetingvow · 1 year
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may you please do Wednesday comforting a reader after a nightmare? maybe the reader got attacked by the hyde and it won't leave her mind so she often gets plagued by nightmares
‘ DEAD OF NIGHT .
Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.
SYNOPSIS. in which you and wednesday open up to each other as comfort after you woke up from a nightmare, replaying the moments in the forest when the hyde attacked you not so long ago. ( 3.02k words )
WARNINGS. slight angst. unproofread. spoilers to those who haven’t finished the series yet. english is not the author’s first language.
NOTE. written in second person’s point of view. wednesday being an absolute in-denial simp cult-leader slash worshipper of the reader. teotfw reference.
REQUESTED BY. anonymous. thank you so much for sending a request! i hope you enjoy!
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𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦 and a swipe on the door and Wednesday immediately knew. She stood up from her chair to open the door that creaked as she did so, and there you were in all your grace, looking pale and dead. A sight for sore eyes yet certainly unwell. Who wouldn’t be if they were mad enough to ask to leave the ICU before being completely healed?
She arched an eyebrow in question, watching as you scanned the room behind her and the empty corridors of Ophelia Hall.
“Can I stay here for the night?” You asked, slightly shivering from the cold in your dark red pyjamas. She looked at you from head to toe, furrowing her eyebrows when she noticed how exhausted you looked, even with your posture.
Wednesday only nodded quietly before making room for you to walk in, making your way silently to the bed, and cautious not to wake Enid from her needed slumber on the other side of the dorm. She shut the door and turned to you, not moving from her spot.
“I think I owe you an explanation,” you mumbled. “As to why I’m here.” You sat on the foot of the bed, meeting her gaze.
“Don’t.” She replied. The wood creaked underneath her as she walked towards the dark wooden closet that almost resembled a coffin — almost. Her next move bewildered you as she grabbed a black jacket from her wardrobe and gave it to you without another word.
She resorted to her typewriter, typing away as you reluctantly slipped the jacket on your body, providing you the perfect warmth after a chilling moment alone in the corridors. “You’re putting extra time on your novel,” you mumbled as you fixed the sleeves, looking away from the girl in pigtails.
“You’re frustrated. Why?” You added.
“I doubt Enid would appreciate your talking at this hour.”
You knew Wednesday wasn’t expressive, especially in a vocal way that required her to tell you. However, being with Wednesday ever since she got to Nevermore, you couldn’t help but notice her habits. You kept track of sudden mood shifts. She rarely smiled, and if she did, it was because she’d seen something psychotic, especially when it’s her own doing.
You’d notice how her eyebrow would twitch when she’s confused, how her eyes would narrow slightly when she’s annoyed, how she’d look at a person’s forehead to make them uncomfortable enough to leave her be, and above all, the way she’d go past an hour doing her novel when she’s enjoying it or when she’s aggravated.
“Wednesday, you know you can tell me anything, right?”
‘And look pathetic?’ Wednesday thought. She’d rather swallow a knife than speak of her emotions. It was an unnecessary human trait to depend on another when they feel. So no, no matter what you did, she won’t. At least not now and not sooner when you clearly currently look like you haven’t slept for so long.
“I’m enjoying my novel.” She turned to you and mumbled in a low voice, “Now go to sleep before I kick you out for disturbing my peace.”
This was the most hesitant you got with Wednesday. It was as clear as day that she was bothered by something and you still don’t know what it was, but you couldn’t think of anything better to say as your head became fuzzy with clouded thoughts of wanting to go back to sleep. There was just one little conflict, although to test your theory, you required a little rest.
So the next thing? You dozed off in her bed in your red pyjamas and her black oversized jacket, neglecting the blanket that was wrinkled by your movements.
She returned to her work for half an hour. Although, not as concentrated as she was before.
Wednesday wasn’t sure why she couldn’t let herself near you. Maybe because she was the reason for the injury that she knew you hid under your shirt. She was destined to bring the whole school down, and she didn’t know the intentions that she could have. The more she found out, the more she knew so little, because the sight of you slipping away not so long ago already made her stomach churn. What more? Destroying the school that you loved and she despised?
The girl stood up silently from her place before the noisy typewriter and sat down on the floor, next to the bed where you slept on her side. She stared, almost stalking you, but without any psychotic motive. More like she was examining you, whether you were real or you were just some type of illusion created at the back of her mind where she secretly wished to be understood.
She wondered how someone like you existed. You were far too flawless although annoying to be in a world full of lies and deception. She believed life to be a masked torturer, a grim canvas painted with colours to hide the fact that it was out to get every living thing on Earth. She loved it, but the fact that it was not enough to keep you safe made her indecisive whether she should adore lies.
Wednesday found herself lying on the floor, staring at your hand that hung off the side of the bed. She remembered the last time she saw your hand like that, unconscious and rested.
It was the night she saw you in the woods, your fingers stained with your own blood, and your eyes closed like you weren’t going to wake up again for the next century. She recalled the worry, the guilt, the anger, and the fear that took over the bones of her body when you didn’t answer her call for your name.
It was her fault, although you didn’t seem to acknowledge that.
Was she allowed to touch you? Was she even allowed to set eyes upon you at all, knowing she was the reason for your suffering?
Wednesday leisurely lifted her index finger to touch your hands, slowly, gently, like a predator stalking its prey. The sensation was new to her.
And when your fingers met, she felt like touching the underworld’s divinity when fireworks started crackling at the tip of her black painted nails. Being close to you was one thing, but touching you, she was sure she’d burn like the witches at the stake in front of the grinning pilgrims.
That was when the sensation of being electrocuted to death started surging through their skin as her head lifted, seeing yet another vision — but not a premonition.
It was you in your uniform, running through the woods to look for a sense of comfort to console your anger after your fight with Wednesday. However, the vision skipped to an image of you, holding your head like it would split into two. Then again, where you woke up from a moment of silence to the sight of the monster that threw you back against a tree and swung its claws on your skin, leaving you to bleed out to your death.
She pulled out of the vision, only to find herself again on the floor but without your hand hanging off the bed. Wednesday heard your deep breathless exhales, the heaving of your chest, and the rustles of the sheets. She quickly sat up from where she lied and turned to look at you, your eyes furrowed as if you were about to break.
The beads of sweat on your forehead didn’t go unnoticed. Your hair was almost wet from the sweat that had formed on your body. The temperature in the room decreased more but your sweat only got worse as the tension heightened when she watched you try to recover from your moment of vulnerability.
Like Wednesday, you acted tough, but you were easier to crack than she was. You looked away in embarrassment, and wiped the sweat on your face with the sleeves of her jacket. “Sorry, I just — I dreamt of something.”
Once you didn’t hear a response, you looked at her and then, something clicked. “What are you doing on the floor?”
She checked herself and stood up to brush it off. Then, she awkwardly stood there in front of you, examining you again, but you weren’t sure why her gaze felt softer than her usual one.
“Wednesday?” You called.
“I saw a vision,” she mumbled. “When I touched your hand, I saw your attack.” She tilted her head, “You never told me about your attack.”
You winced. Wednesday caught this. Of course, it would take a reaction out of you. It was your scar, and now that she picked on it, it started to bleed again. Not like it hasn’t been bleeding before. Of course not. Of course.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You can’t keep running away from it.”
That annoyed you, but you knew she was right. You had to share it with someone, no matter how much it opened a scar. You sighed in defeat, “I don’t want to tell anyone because I keep seeing it when I close my eyes. It makes me feel so— weak.”
Wednesday walked to the other side of the room to get the box of tissue on Enid’s drawer. She then went back to you, kneeling on the bed right in front of you. You were taken by surprise when she started dabbing your forehead with the tissue to dry your cold sweat. Her eyes focused on it as she listened.
“I was in that part of the woods when I had a premonition. It was messy, but it was clear that it led to the monster.” She stopped as you mentioned the cause of her lost concentration. “I guess I almost saw who it involved, but I pulled out of it when I heard a noise, and the next thing I know, I’m—” You swallowed the lump on your throat. You didn’t continue because you were sure you would humiliate yourself in front of her if you start becoming more pitiful than you already were.
“You were at death’s door,” she finished your sentence for you. You nodded, only this time, you couldn’t hold back your moment of weakness. You looked down in a pathetic manner to hide your glossy eyes and puffy appearance, blinking numerously in an attempt to shy it away.
“Wednesday, the vision you had, that was my nightmare,” you confessed as you lifted your head up. “I always see it every time I go to sleep.”
She didn’t know how to console you. All she knew was that she wanted to, but how? You weren’t Pugsley who would take an axe as a gift of consolation. Wednesday wiped the remainder of sweat on your neck, discarding the tissue to the trashcan after.
She hated the weakness you were showing as much as you do.
“I want it to go away.”
“I will put an end to it.” Wednesday replied. “I swear on my dead youth.”
“How? You don’t even know what it wants.”
“Let me do what I do best.”
You nodded at that. Wednesday put the box of tissue on the nightstand and slid out of the bed when you grabbed her wrist to stop her, making her urgently turn her head to you.
“Stay.”
“Can’t you sleep on your own?”
“Wednesday,” you gave her a look. She only stared at you in response, reading the expression you wore on your face. She found it desperate, but what else could she do? Staying with you tonight on her bed was the only thing she could do to make it up to you.
You lied down just as she did, in awkward silence. You both glanced at each other before turning your full attention to the ceiling. Her arms were crossed on her chest, so still. You found it amusing enough for it to put a smile on your face. You turned to the other side, looking away from her in an attempt to sleep.
However, it went like that for a couple of minutes before you realised you weren’t going to doze off anytime soon. “Wednesday?” You checked if she was still awake.
“What?” Although her voice sounded grumpy, you tolerated it.
“Could you,” you hesitated again. “Could you hold me?”
She looked at your back facing her, furrowing her eyebrows. What was this feeling again? Now you were asking her to touch you when a few minutes ago, she thought she didn’t deserve to even be in the same room as you.
She wanted to scream at herself for breaking the vow of not wanting to get involved in any romantic shenanigans, but here she was, slowly and incredulously positioning herself to hold you. She didn’t even know if she was doing it right. She was too careful not to touch anything, but what was the sense of avoiding it if it was the point of holding you?
She awkwardly placed her arm around you, resulting in you holding a smile back. You could have sworn you heard her heartbeat, but it was futile to keep thinking about it when she was this close.
“Do you want to tell me why you were typing away angrily earlier?”
“You’re already getting too comfortable.”
“You should take it as an example.” You retorted. There was no winning with you, was there? “Think of it as a bedtime story to put me to sleep, and I won’t be your problem any longer.”
“You’d exchange an opportunity to hear a Disney Princess story for a grim, depressing, and lethal sob story of an explanation as to why I spent some extra time on my novel?”
You nodded and turned to face her, “Turn around.” She did after yet another complaint. Wednesday was as stiff as an alligator in a swamp, acting like a log to wait for the right moment to pounce on its prey. “Is this okay?”
She nodded. It was your turn to wrap an arm around her. She wasn’t sure why she was letting you do this, but even despite her desire to say no, having you this close was rare and she intended to feel the feeling it constantly gave her.
“I hate that I’m letting you do this.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the only thing you hate about me, Wednesday. It doesn’t come as a surprise anymore.” You mumbled.
“I hate that I fall for this. I don’t even want to tell you anything.”
“But here I am, encouraging you to tell me everything.”
“I hate telling other people my,” the corners of her lips twitched at the word, “Feelings. I hate even telling it to you, out of all the people I can share it with.” You secretly loved the way her words spoke a degree of emotion despite it being emotionless. It was so like Wednesday. Your Wednesday. “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever come across.”
You nodded, and then, she continued, “Sharing my feelings feels pathetic. Like I’m dependent on you, and I don’t have what it takes to live alone when in fact, I do. I’m supposed to be solitary. I have the faintest idea why this school is so obsessed with having someone to rely on. Being in this position with you, I’ve never felt so pathetic and vulnerable before. I strongly dislike it. You're making me put my guard down, and I hate the fact that even if you’re not aware, the day I found you in the woods all bloodied, I was . . . scared. Angry because I finally cared. It was my fault. I’m sure it’s off-putting to you.”
You hummed, “No, not really. You have the kind of attachment that isn’t as brittle and sweet as a sugar under heat and pressure. It’s tough. Something that goes above and beyond. Roses have thorns, but really, I want the stem. The stem has spikes, and I'm willing to bleed for it.”
“You’re horrible at giving metaphors.”
You chuckled. “What else do you hate about me, Wednesday Addams?”
“Besides your horrid metaphors, I hate you the most.” She turned to you this time, meeting your face just a smidge away. She looked at you, up and down. Wednesday was never this affectionate, but tonight, she reached a hand to your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, tracing your eyebrow the next.
No one has ever seen this side of Wednesday but you. You weren’t complaining. You loved the thrill of having her accompany you alone, guessing if this is the moment she’d stab a knife straight through your heart or touch you.
“Do me a favour,” Wednesday suddenly said. “Have more nightmares and get scared more often.”
Her flirting skills need a little more work, but sure, if it meant being this close to her, you’d do anything.
Maybe on certain occasions, Wednesday could allow herself to let loose. Now she saw the bigger picture.
She didn’t mind looking pathetic, as long as it was with you.
There you lay together on the bed, looking like a couple of lifeless corpses in William Shakespeare’s most tragical romance. But could Romeo and Juliet do you any justice? Wednesday wouldn’t think so. Her eyes were wide open as you slept, thinking about what had happened.
She listened to your light snores, and watched as your chest moved up and down. Then, it was your heartbeat.
She didn’t need to look at you or watch as you slept in the dead of night just to make sure you were away from the nightmares coming to haunt you again or that you were not a nightshade delusion caused by the insanity brought by the school.
Are you sleeping well now? Will you wake up in your cold sweat again? She was prepared to tell you the long list of the things she hated about you if you shot up from the bed, gasping for air again.
But, there you were.
You were present. You were there. The daydream in the nightmare she sometimes wished for, and oftentimes, dreaded.
“I’m the most pathetic Addams to ever live because of you.”
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svltzmans · 8 months
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waves - r.b.
surfer!reader x lifeguard!robin
robin moves as far away from hawkins as she can - to california. to afford her rent she picks up a lifeguard gig at the local beach, and meets someone she could have only dreamed about in hawkins.
warnings: implied smut, injury, (almost) drowning, unproofread writing Lol
a/n: HI GAY PEOPLE OMG!!! i truly was not expecting so many people to see my last post and all of your likes made my day omg <3 i've been on vacation and thinking about this robin au for days so i knew i had to write it. i hope you like it <3 my request box is always open if you have any ideas of something you want to see me write!!
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robin wasn't quite sure what the breaking point was that forced her out of hawkins, but considering her trauma related to the starcourt mall (and the events that followed) and the constant homophobia, she wasn't surprised.
california seemed ideal. everyone there looked eccentric and cool. robin was hopeful that she would be able to make new friends, even though she had promised steve she would stay in touch.
she packed everything she had into the trunk of her old convertible and drove across the country, feeling terrified to be leaving everything she knew, while simultaneously feeling a sense of freedom that nothing could damper.
she had managed to afford a one-bedroom apartment off the coast that she spent all of her savings on, although it was completely worth it. she was free. like, really free.
despite her sense of freedom, robin needed a job. her savings from scoops ahoy and family video could only get her so far, leading her to start applying everywhere she could find. record shops, libraries, cafés. anywhere that had a bright "we're hiring!" sign in the window.
but no luck.
robin was feeling exasperated trying to find a job. the stress was getting to her quite a bit, and the thought of having to move back home came to mind.
she had the same coping mechanism ever since she was in middle school, and nothing had changed with her big move.
"fuck it," she thought. "i'm going on a walk."
she threw on her converse and a light hoodie (it got cool at night, she remembered), and stepped outside the apartment.
as dusk fell over california, robin's walk led her to the most beautiful beach she had ever seen, albeit one of the only ones. she was from indiana, after all.
the waves were crashing quietly yet so loudly at the same time, and robin found herself mesmerized by the sound.
she scanned the beach, realizing she was one of the few individuals left. a young couple and their dog and an older gentleman walking by himself were the only other inhabitants of the beach at that hour.
she quickly forgot about her solitude when her eyes landed on a "lifeguards wanted" sign hanging on the back of one of the many lifeguard chairs.
bingo.
lifeguard training was much easier than robin had anticipated. she found out through her week long excursion that she was a much better swimmer than she'd imagined, and that it seemed like the town she was living in would hire just about anyone as a lifeguard. it was truly lucky.
admittedly, she was nervous. she didn't know if she'd actually be capable of saving someone's life in any capacity. at the same time, however, she was ready to try.
the first several days of being a lifeguard went off without a hitch, albeit a bit of boredom. it wasn't exactly the most fun job, getting nasty sunburns and staring off into the ocean while listening to screaming little kids.
that was, until, she noticed a young woman running towards the water with a surfboard, her salty waves blowing in the wind.
"holy shit," robin thought.
robin was absolutely fixated. she couldn't keep her eyes off the mysterious surfer, watching in awe as she caught countless waves and rode them back to the surface of the sand.
robin took note of the way the surfer's bodysuit hugged her curves in all the right places. she had to keep herself from drooling and focus on the fact that she had to potentially keep a beach full of people alive.
but every day, the surfer was there. the same time every afternoon with her surfboard. robin couldn't avoid her. so she stared, and stared, and stared...
robin quickly started looking forward to heading to work, knowing she would get to see the hottest girl she had ever seen, in a skin-tight body suit, no less.
although many days came and went without robin having to make any saves, she knew she would eventually have to put her training to use, and she was right.
the beach was practically completely empty, with the local news warning of the roughness of the tide and the danger of swimming in the ocean.
nonetheless, the mysterious surfer was still effortlessly catching each wave as she did every day.
robin watched closely, seeing the ways the surfer climbed up onto her board and balanced herself so perfectly.
she had never wanted to learn to surf so badly.
while robin continued to gawk, she noticed that the surfer was losing her footing as the waves got rougher. she struggled to get back onto her board and stand up without wiping out.
robin knew in her heart that this was bad. really bad.
as she continued to watch, she witnessed the wavy haired surfer get hit with a wave, knocking her below the surface of the water. her board emerged, floating without the beautiful girl on top of it.
without thinking, robin sprung into action. grabbing her gear, she dove headfirst into the ocean and swam as fast as humanly possible. she was pumped full of enough adrenaline to not feel tired, despite this being the most intense workout of her life.
reaching the spot the young woman had fallen, robin finally sees her emerge from underneath the water, struggling to catch her breath. robin instinctively grabs her and lifts her up, holding her high above the surface.
"hey, hey, it's okay. i got you. you're safe," robin coos, watching as the surfer's face starts to gain color again.
the surfer coughs, trying to regain her strength.
"well, that fuckin' hurt," the surfer mutters, letting out a dry laugh. her accent is so undoubtedly californian.
"holy shit. i'm glad you're okay. you had me scared there," robin utters, suddenly becoming very nervous with the beautiful sight in front of her.
"isn't it, like, your job to see this stuff happen?"
"well, yeah, but it never has actually happened before."
"so i'm your first save, huh?"
"i guess you could say that, although you kinda saved yourself."
the still unknown surfer laughs quietly.
"i'm y/n."
"robin. we should probably get out of this water now."
"yeah, i think so. although i can't believe it calmed down enough for us to swim after i almost died."
the pair both chuckle at that.
robin and y/n finally swim to shore, robin quickly grabbing a towel and throwing it to y/n, who is still shivering.
in a moment of bravery, robin decides to try to get closer to y/n's freezing frame.
"do you want to go back to my apartment to warm up? it's like, a block from here," she asks, taking in y/n's face up close. it's covered in freckles and a light tan from the sun.
"that would be great, actually," y/n responds. "i think i might have hypothermia."
"okay, let's not be dramatic here," robin laughs, beckoning the girl to follow her.
as the two women enter the apartment, y/n sighs with relief, feeling the warm air of robin's new home.
"it's so nice in here," she compliments.
robin simply smiles, taking in the sight in front of her. y/n's wet hair is thrown into a bun, and her cheeks are newly rosy after being blue for quite some time after being in the water.
"let's get you something warm to wear, okay? i don't want you to actually get hypothermia," robin flirts.
"yeah, that would suck a lot," y/n responds, gently chuckling at robin's jest.
robin leads y/n to her bedroom where she lends her some warm clothes to change into. she begins to leave the room, but as she does, y/n rips off her bodysuit, revealing a matching pink bra and underwear set.
robin knows she shouldn't stare, but she can't help herself. she's in a trance, staring at y/n from the doorway.
before she can leave, y/n turns around.
"like what you see, huh robbie?"
did she just... call her robbie?
completely in shock, robin just nods. she can't manage to respond verbally.
y/n doesn't feel cold anymore. her body is full of heat now that she had caught the lifeguard watching her change.
she approaches robin, her hands quickly finding her waist and pulling her closer.
before either of them know it, their lips are clashing, and they collapse on the bed.
"you saving my life today was pretty cool," y/n mutters. "but you being so fucking hot is a huge bonus."
a/n: should i do a part 2 to this this was so fun to write
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His large hips drilled into you deeply...slowly. Agonisingly slow. Your whines music to his ears;his groans to yours. You let out a loud groan as he stops the chase for the sweet relief for the 3rd time, "aw whats the matter darlin'? can't wait?" he teases "someone's got to teach you to be more patient" he smirks and pistons into you slowly once more. "tell me love, can you be patient for me?", he speeds up and grabs your cheeks between his fingers squishing your face as you squirm "yes or no doll?" the husky scottish accent asked. you shake your head whimpering, you need this, his torture had gone on long enough to leave you needy and wanting. He chuckles lightly smirking "consider this your first lesson then" Drew pulls out completely leaving you so drunk on him,you would do anything for him to be back in you....you would worship him like a god,at his feet everyday just for him to fill you back up in that moment.... He reaches behind you and ties your hands behinds your back then settles back;an arm holding his torso up his legs sprawled out "Drew" you whine,he smiles and speaks "you get to watch me,but you got to wait sweet thing" he put emphasis on 'watch', your face contorts and his smile widens "don't worry love, you'll get your turn....eventually"
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@cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore YOU ASKED FOR STEAMIER W DREW I HOPE I FULLFILLED UR REQUEST
THIS IS EXTREMELY UNPROOFREAD BUT YOLO(?!?)
slowly getting back into writing so hopefully the other request shall be done soon but here is one for now
see ya later hoes
xoxo
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cryingaboutit1514 · 3 months
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can we get some psyborg smut? Please? -Starved Stargazer&Comfydant
PSYBORG OMG I WAS LITERALLY WATCHING THEM BEING CUTE A COUPLE DAYS AGO I GOT U MY FELLOW STARGAZER AND COMFYDANT
and looking at ship art on pinterest along with some sonnyban ❤❤
PSYBORG BULLSHIT GO-
PSYBORG SMUT FIC (CLEARLY SCUFFED AND UNPROOFREAD) Summary: Uki's a bit drunk and Fulgar tries to get his ass to bed. Ends up being more than just that... after a night of sleep of course because Fulgar as you see in Ukimama's (drunk) streams always takes care of him. Author's note: I had to do a lot of research because I haven't done a mlm smut fic in so long 😭😭 cute fluff sprinkled in bc yeah ty for requesting my first ever request wahhhh WARNING: WOAG GAY MEN HAVING SEX?! NSFW?! MINORS DNI?! Or not idgaf THERES PLOT FIRST BECAUSE UHH
"Fufu-chaaaaan," Uki whines softly, a smile playing on his lips. "Can you give me a kiss?"
"Uki, we're on stream," Fulgar laughs and elicits another drawn out sigh from the Psychic. "We're on call with the others."
"Yeah save it for later," Alban jokes light-heartedly. Sonny makes an agreeing noise.
Uki whines a bit more before going silent. The rest of them continue their conversations with one another. Little did the others know that Uki and Fulgar were actually in the same house together. They decided to meet each other IRL and was planning to do an off-collab. The two hit off right away, conversations full of laughter and affection.
"Fufu-chan, you're so cute," Uki mumbles, leaning back in his chair and his head resting on the headrest. His eyes began to flutter. "Very cute."
"Well, you're cuter Ukiki," Fulgar laughs and Uki could hear him from the other room. Uki smiles gently. "Remember to drink some water and eat some food, yeah?"
Uki murmurs a "mhm" before his eyes flutter shut. The talk of his friends became like background music to him and he began to nod off. The others haven't realized just yet until the Comfydants began asking questions.
"Hey, Uki, are you alright? I just realized when the Comfydants kept asking heavily."
"Uki?"
Startled awake upon hearing his name, Uki sits up and sits straight, rubbing his eye. He says with a drowsy and drunken tone, "Huh yeah?"
"Were you sleeping?"
"Yeah, sorry... you guys were just talking and I feel asleep. Like, background music. I think I might've dozed off for a few..."
Fulgar nods. "Uki, would you like to end your stream and just chill in mine? Or if you're really tired, you can just end stream and go rest."
"...yeah." Uki mumbles, agreeing to the first option.
"Alright, alright," Fulgar replies softly. "Whenever you feel like you need to go, I'll continue or just end stream."
The crew say their goodbyes and Uki goes to Fulgar's stream. They talk for a good half an hour, and Fulgar notices how sleepy Uki seems.
"Uki..." he starts with a chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep?"
"'M fine," Uki responds, all the while with a yawn. "I want to stay and talk to you more, Fu-chan..."
"You can later. you need to rest. I will end this stream," Fulgar threatens, but he says it with a smile on his lips.
Uki sighs heavily. "At least give me a kiss first."
"I will if you listen first."
Uki rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Fine."
Fulgar waits until Uki logs off completely. He talks to his Comfydants a bit more before finally saying his farewells. He switches off and removes his headphones. He rises to his feet and stretches for a moment.
He opens the door carefully and walks out the room. They booked a hotel together for a good couple of days. It was a nice place, and they got separate rooms. The two mostly spent their time in the living room, where they would relax with each other. Fulgar enjoyed his time with Uki; the Psychic had such a soothing prescence and never once made the Cyborg feel uncomfortable. In fact, he felt very at home with Uki. And he always made sure to let Uki know that. Uki was very dear to Fulgar, and he always wanted to make sure Uki was okay as a whole.
He steps close to Uki's door, rapping the wood with his knuckles gently. A slurred, "come in" answered and Fulgar enters. He finds the purple-haired man laying on his bed, a hand to his forehead. As Fulgar approaches him, he sees a flush to Uki's cheeks. Fulgar stands over Uki with a chuckle, Uki watching him with soft and bleary eyes.
"Now, where's my kiss, Fufu-chan?" Uki asks, letting his hand rest on his chest now.
"Yes yes, you're getting the kiss you oh-so deserved." Fulgar leans down with a playful grin, his lips brushing against Uki's forehead for a brief moment. He quickly stood back up and turned his back, his heart rate strangely increasing and a heat to his cheeks. "Well, good night Uki. Have a nice rest."
His metal hand wraps around the door knob and he was just about to open the door when the Psychic calls out quietly, "Fufu-chan."
Fulgar turns his head, cocking it to the side. "Yes?"
Uki gazes at him for a good minute, his expression blank. He whines softly, "Can you stay? just until I fall asleep?"
"...oh." Fulgar blushes a tad, smiling affectionately. He expected it, but also didn't quite expect it either. "Of course. Anything for you, babe."
Uki laughs and turns on his side to watch Fulgar places himself in the chair at Uki's desk, where Uki was previously streaming. His pretty eyes twinkle and crinkle a bit, obviously finding Fulgar endearing. It was kind of hard to connect to someone on such a level, but here he was, wanting to be with one person and that person was Fulgar Ovid.
"Would you like me to sing a lullaby?" Fulgar teases, resting a elbow on the armrest with a expressive wave of his hand.
"Thatd be nice, actually," Uki smirks, his hair falling in his face.
Another chortle from Fulgar as he opens his mouth to sing a sweet melody just for Uki Violeta.
Uki woke first, groaning softly as he turns onto his back. He lays there for awhile, eyes closed as he breathes, his slight migraine subsiding with each exhale. Uki hears another set of breaths and he opens an eye. Fulgar sat in his chair, fast asleep. Slightly leaning to the left, arms on arms rest and his legs crossed at the ankles. Fulgar's expression is peaceful and at ease, soft snores filling the air. Uki smiles at the sight, the sweet and funny Cyborg sleeping in the same room as him with such a sweet expression.
Uki rolls out of bed quietly and tiptoes to Fulgar. He stands in front of him, just observing him. His ruffled clothes, his smooth hair that covered his eyes, his jawline, his partly opened mouth. God, never has Uki wanted to kiss someone so bad before. His heart races at the thought of it, and his cheeks flame a bit.
'He wouldn't want to kiss me,' he thought to himself, leaning down so his face was level with Fulgar's. 'Although he did give me a goodnight kiss, I don't think it was anything more... but I wish it was.'
Uki brushes Fulgar's hair out his face, his fingertips trailing down to his jaw and then cupping his face with one hand. It fit perfectly in his palm he noted, rubbing gentle circles against Fulgar's cheek bone. The Cyborg makes a small sound and it takes all of Uki's will to not recoil immediately. He was afraid he had waken him up, but Fulgar just shifts, towards Uki's touch with a content exhale.
Uki's heart swells. Oh. My. God. He presses his lips together to stop a related squawk from slipping past his lips. Holy shit, this man was fucking adorable!
Uki wanted to return the kiss from last night suddenly. (Or rather, he just wanted an excuse to have contact with Fulgar's skin with his lips.) He inches closer to Fulgar's face, anxiety creeping in. The Psychic swallows hard, blushing profusely. He stayed a few good centimeters away from Fulgar's lips and was debating whether or not to go for it.
Uki inwardly sighs, deciding against kissing Fulgar because thatd be one hell of a ride if Fulgar suddenly woke up and found Uki... well. you know. Uki raises his head a few inches and presses his lips against Fulgar's forehead gently.
A hand seizes Uki's wrist, causing Uki to make a sort of strangled sound as he jerks back. A sleepy, but now awake, Fulgar narrows his eyes at Uki, who now looked like he was caught red-handed.
"Uki, what were you doing?"
"Uh... I..." Uki desperately tried to find the right words without sounding like a complete idiot. Cheeks bright red and slightly sweating. "How long were you awake?"
"The moment you woke up. I heard you groan."
'Well, fuck me,' Uki thought, cursing himself.
Fulgar studies Uki for a moment, then moves Uki's hand back to his face again. Uki stares, surprised, as Fulgar smirks. "Uki, you need to learn boundaries. However, since it's you..."
He sits up and leans close to Uki's face. "I don't mind what you do to me."
Hard. Hard as a fucking diamond.
"You don't?" Uki asks, without complaint going along with whatever was happening. He brings Fulgar's face close. "What if I decided to kiss you right now?"
The Cyborg's gaze slides away, cheeks burning. His gaze slides back and he tilts his head. "I'd let you."
So Uki went for it.
Uki's lips brush against Fulgar's own, hesitantly. He felt anxiety wracking his body because what if Fulgar suddenly realized, this isn't what he wanted? That he didn't want Uki?
Fulgar must've felt his distress because he takes Uki's face with his cold metal hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls the Pyschic into him, Uki having no choice but to sit himself in his lap. Not that Uki minded, not one bit.
Uki's other hand runs through Fulgar's hair, and Fulgar hums happily. He would have never thought Uki's lips were so soft, like he was kissing angel's wings. Fulgar suddenly wanted to taste him further, his left hand grasping the back of Uki's neck carefully as he nips at Uki's lower lip.
Uki immediately knows what Fulgar wants and opens his mouth and they make out passionately, Fulgar's tongue dancing with Uki's at a fiery pace. Uki can't help but moan into the open-mouthed kiss, pressing himself close to Fulgar.
They break away for a moment, panting. "Uki," Fulgar breathes, his hands finding refuge on Uki's hips as he rises. Uki wraps his legs around Fulgar's waist as he falls back onto his bed with Fulgar in tow.
"Yes?" Uki exhales, chest rising up and down quickly.
"I want you. So bad."
"You have me."
Fulgar dives towards Uki's neck, kissing down to his shoulder as Uki's breath hitches. He notices Uki's mole and gives it a hot kiss, making Uki shiver. Underneath the Psychic's jaw, he sucks on the skin, creating a hickey and several more on both sides of Uki's neck.
"Fu-chan," Uki says breathlessly, his arms around Fulgar's neck. He buries his face in Fulgar's neck and he can feel Fulgar's laugh reverberate through his chest.
"Getting all shy with me now, Ukiki?"
"Shut up bitch."
Fulgar, out of nowhere, hisses. He didn't realize one of Uki's arms left his neck, instead Uki's hand palming his hardened erection. He grunts, almost bucking his hips into Uki's hand.
"Look at you. So needy," Uki teases, a smirk on his puffy lips from kissing. Fulgar releases a growl, tugging on Uki's shirt.
"Off. Now," he orders.
Uki giggles, sitting up to remove his shirt. "Yours too."
Fulgar wasted no time in doing so, to crawl right back on Uki once more. He kisses Uki hard, then goes to give kisses on his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, all he way down...
Uki makes a noise right as Fulgar pauses above the obvious tent in his pants, grinning devilishly. "Where would you like me to kiss next, babe? here?"
Fulgar kisses his waist, watching Uki's heated expression. "Here?" He kisses Uki's inner thigh, but not quite where Uki needed it most.
Uki raises his hips, giving a soft whine. "Fu-chan..."
"Hm? What's wrong darling?" Uki's breath hitches. "Cat got your tongue? Youll have to speak up if you want me to give you want you want."
"I want you to... kiss me..."
"Mm?"
"Kiss me right..." Uki places his hand on his hard-on. "Here."
"Say pretty please."
"Please, Fu-chan. I need you..."
"Alright, alright." Fulgar hooks his finger into one of the hooks of Uki's sweatpants, dragging it down slowly. Uki raises his hips once more, and the pants slide down to his ankles. Fulgar, agonizingly slow, pulls down Uki's boxers and Uki's cock springs to attention, the tip an angry red. "Look how hard you are for me, how cute..."
Uki whimpers as Fulgar wraps a hand around Uki's pulsing dick, giving a few pumps as pre-cum beads on his tip. He seems to be admiring the work of art before him, and Uki squirms.
Fulgar takes the tip in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and kitten licking the pre-cum. Uki lets out a soft moan, his stomach quivering in anticipation. Fulgar chuckles at the sight, licking his cock up and down all while keeping eye contact with the man he's about to go down on.
Finally, he puts the entirety of the Psychic's cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and tongue flat against his tip. Fulgar begins to bob his head up and down, at a slow pace at first, before quickening. His tongue traces a vein that goes down Uki's shaft and Uki moans.
"Oh fuck... babe you feel so-" A louder moan interrupts what the Psychic was going to say. "Mph- so g-good... oh shit..."
Fulgar chortles, sending electricity up Uki's spine. He could feel something coiling and tightening in his lower abdomen. Holy shit, Fulgar's mouth felt like heaven! Uki couldn't help but jolt at the pleasure he was feeling, moaning between his fingers as his other hand grips Fulgar's hair. Twisting and licking and sucking... oh god.
"'M gonna cum," Uki moans. "Doing such a- mm! Great job- a-ah...!"
Fulgar moans against Uki's cock and that just about does it. Uki lets out a noise, unloading himself into Fulgar's hot mouth. Fulgar swallows greedily, licking the shaft clean as Uki shakes, breathing hard.
"God, you're so fucking perfect," Fulgar practically growls, going back up to capture Uki's mouth in another heated kiss. Uki could taste himself on Fulgar's tongue and it groans into his mouth. "Need to feel you..."
He sits back, yanking off his pants harshly and discards of the useless thing at the moment, his cock erected. Uki almost drooled at the sight, a shuddered sigh escaping his lips as he reaches over to pull the drawer beside the bed out. Uki grabs a bottle of lube as Fulgar crawls back on top of him.
"It's almost as if you knew this was going to happen," Fulgar muses.
"I'm a Psychic. Of course I'd knew this would happen," Uki purrs and it takes all of Fulgar's strength to not just shove himself inside Uki right now.
"Sneaky whore, huh?"
"Your sneaky whore, yes."
Fulgar takes the bottle of lube and squeezes the contents into his hand. He spreads Uki's legs wide, letting the lube drip down his fingers for a moment before tracing Uki's hole with it. Uki shivers at how cold it is and Fulgar laughs deeply. He continues circling a moment before sliding two fingers inside.
Uki arches off the bed a little as Fulgar pumps his fingers in and out of him, stretching Uki out. Uki pants as he does so, sweat clinging to his skin. Fulgar watches with fascination and Uki's hole swallows his fingers again and again, prepping the Psychic for what was about to happen.
"Hmm, think that's perfect, no?" Fulgar asks, and not waiting for a response, puts his tip at Uki's entrance and enters. Completely sheathing himself in Uki's warmth.
"Fuck!" Uki cries out, his arms snaking around and digging slightly into Fulgar's back.
Fulgar groans, "Oh, you're so fucking warm. Shit. You're squeezing around me..."
Fulgar sits inside Uki for a moment, letting Uki adjust to Fulgar's rather large size. After a moment, he begins to move, in and out slowly, his hands on either side of Uki's head. Uki whimpers underneath him, reveling in the feeling of Fulgar's dick inside him for so long. He could feel Fulgar's veins and his shaft pulsating in his walls.
"Faster," Uki gasps.
"Beg. Beg me to go faster," Fulgar breathes, his eyes dark with lust.
"Please please please, faster faster faster-"
Fulgar's hips snap forward and a noise escapes Uki's mouth. His pace is quick, just like what Uki requested, but not hard enough to bruise. The idea of hurting Uki made his heart squeeze, and it went both ways as Uki dropped his hands back to the mattress. Fulgar intertwines his fingers in the man's fingers underneath him, breathing heavy as passionate moans and gasps fill the air.
"Uki," Fulgar chants underneath his breath, biting down on the Psychic's neck and leaving behind another gift for Uki.
"F-Fulgar!" Uki exclaims, small tears at the edges of his eyes. Not because of the stretch, no, he fucking loved that because of the pleasure causing his toes to curl and the heat to build up in his stomach. "M close!"
"So am- I-I, darling," Fulgar moans, kissing Uki's ear lobes as Uki sinks his teeth into Fulgar's neck. "Fuck, you're doing wonderful, my darling. C-cum for me now. You got this- taking me so fucking well."
Fulgar's praises help send Uki over the edge, cumming all over his stomach as Fulgar grunts, spilling his seed inside Uki. The hot warmth suddenly in Uki's guts cause him to whine quietly. It felt so good.
Fulgar's arms shake as he pulls out, plopping beside Uki with heavy breaths. Uki turns his head to admire the man before him, his breaths quick. His albino hair frames his face, sweat sheen across his brow. Uki reaches a hand, cupping Fulgar's cheek. Fulgar rests his hand on Uki's.
"That was perfect," Uki murmurs.
"You're perfect, Uki," Fulgar sighs, observing Uki. "You're so fucking beautiful." He glances down. "So let me clean you up, yeah?"
"And I'll help too-"
"No, no, let me spoil you." Fulgar gets up and walks to the bathroom to retrieve a towel.
Uki props himself up with an arm, smiling affectionately at Fulgar's ass as he sauntered off.
Yup, this is his man alright 💜
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Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 1
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Nazuna: Ah, it's Keito-chin and Kuro-chin! What are you up to, standing around here and chatting?
Keito: Hello Nito. Kiryu and I were just talking about the upcoming Chocolat Fes.
Kuro: Apparently they're gonna be holdin' it at ES this year too. Wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
Nazuna: I get it. These days it's been pretty hectic at ES because of the Chocolat Fes.
Nazuna: Since you guys are discussing it, that must mean AKATSUKI has plans to participate, right?
Keito: Yes, something like that. We won't be doing anything large-scale though. We have big plans lined up for after Chocolat Fes.
Keito: Additionally, I heard that Kanzaki is going to participate in the Yumenosaki Chocolat Fes.
Keito: If he were to participate in the ES event on top of all that, it would be exhaustive.
Keito: On that note, what is Ra*bits planning to do? Most of your members are enrolled in the academy after all.
Nazuna: Ah, Tomo-chin and the others are going to be participating in the Yumenosaki Chocolat Fes too.
Kuro: Haha, I'm glad that those guys are gettin' along well like usual.
Nazuna: Yup~ ♪ But well, I don't want to push an unreasonable load onto Tomo-chin and the others.
Nazuna: So basically, just like AKATSUKI, Ra*bits won't be doing anything too huge on the ES side.
Kuro: I see. So I guess that us graduated lot are gonna be able to spend this years Chocolat Fes peacefully.
Keito: It feels odd, being able to relax at this time of year.
Nazuna: Ahaha, right~? All I remember is being super busy making chocolate.
Keito: …Making chocolate, huh? I can't say I have any memory of doing that myself.
Nazuna: Huh? Really?
Keito: During my time at the academy, being a member of the Student Council meant that I was more involved in the operational aspect of Chocolat Fes.
Keito: So in my case, all I remember is being perpetually busy dealing with all the trouble that would crop up at the academy.
Nazuna: Hmm? But didn't AKATSUKI perform? There were rumors about it…
Keito: I erased that part from my memories…
Kuro: Haha, cause danna must've been pretty embarrassed. Back then, AKATSUKI gave a sexy performance that was pretty far out from our usual.
Kuro: Danna did the 'Bakyuun~' thing completely seriously and was writhin' in agony after the live show.
Nazuna: What do you mean!? I'd want to see that!
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Keito: Don't say anything unnecessary, Kiryu! Seriously, you're just incorrigible…
Kuro: My bad. Well, danna was right when he said he was mostly busy with his lessons and planning.
Kuro: He was so busy that we ended up outsourcin' our chocolate to a vendor.
Keito: Yes. Though, I've always wanted to make my own chocolate at least once.
Kuro: In that case, why don't ya try it this year? Ya said it just now, that you'd be able to take things easy this year after all.
Nazuna: What Kuro-chin said. If you don't know how to make them, I can help too. ♪
Keito: ... Right. This could be a good opportunity to learn. Firstly, I'll have to buy a recipe book—
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Souma: HASUMI-DONO! Is Hasumi-dono here!?
Nazuna: Owah!? You surprised me! What's wrong, Souma-chin? Mitsuru-chin, you too?
Mitsuru: Nii-chan! It's a good thing you're here too! I needed to ask you something really badly!
Kuro: What's gotten into ya, Kanzaki, Tenma?
Souma & Mitsuru: Why is it that wagashi are not included in 'Barentainsu'!? / Why aren't wagashi a part of Valentines!?
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Kuro & Nazuna: … What?
Keito: Sigh… It turns out that it wasn't anything as pressing as I had anticipated.
Keito: First of all, both of you need to calm down. If you make such a ruckus, it'll disturb everyone else in the office.
Souma: Oh, that is true. That was rather inconsiderate. Do forgive me.
Mitsuru: I'm sorry. But I felt super bad for the wagashi and I wanna help them as fast as I can!
Keito: I really have no idea what you're on about. What happened and why? You need to explain things properly.
Souma: Yes. Actually, a few days prior, the owner of the wagashi shop that the Kanzaki clan favors confided to us.
Souma: Since the main character of 'Barentainsu' is undoubtedly 'chocoraito', it is inevitable that the sales of wagashi declines during this period.
Nazuna: Now that you mention it, when you think of Valentines, the image of traditional sweets like those hardly comes to mind.
Souma: The decline in sales is in itself not an issue, as the shop owner is able to make a recovery in profit during other periods of time.
Souma: However, they expressed a sadness that wagashi could not be the main attraction of 'Barentainsu'
Nazuna: I get it now. So Mitsuru-chin heard about it from Souma-chin?
Mitsuru: Mhm. I felt real sad when I heard about it from Souchan-Senpai.
Mitsuru: I mean, wagashi are yummy, but they aren't the main focus of Valentines day, right? I feel so sorry for them…
Kuro: I see. So you're thinkin' somethin' like, "those poor sweets", huh?
Mitsuru: But I dunno know how I would even make wagashi into the main attraction…
Mitsuru: That's why I told Souchan-Senpai to ask Nii-chan and Hasumi-Senpai for help.
Souma: Indeed. I immediately determined that Hasumi-dono, who has led us of AKATSUKI through many a tribulation, would surely be able to bestow an appropriate plan to us.
Keito: I'm honored that you think so highly of me, but I'm not reliable when it comes to culinary matters.
Keito: Since Kiryu usually cooks, he would probably have some good ideas…
Kuro: I'm kinda in the same boat here. I have some experience makin' sweets, but I only know how to bake simple confectionaries.
Kuro: Actually, wouldn't you know more about this than us, Kanzaki? You're probably better at makin' sweets than me.
Souma: Hmm. However, I haven't a clue as to what sort of Wagashi would be suitable to be the main 'Barentainsu' attraction.
Souma: Therefore, I determined that the most dependable person would be Hasumi-dono, who has both insight and a deep understanding of such things…
Keito: I would like to do something about this too, but…
Mitsuru: What do you think, Nii-chan? If you know a good way to do it, please tell us!
Nazuna: M-me? It's not like I'm a good cook either, though.
Nazuna: I'm sorry Mitsuru-chin. I can't help you out…
Mitsuru: No, it's okay. I know I asked you to do something hard.
Souma: Umu. My apologies to you as well, Hasumi-dono, Kiryu-dono. I so abruptly asked for advice on an unreasonable matter and inconvenienced you.
Souma: We shall excuse ourselves now. Hmm? What seems to be the matter?
Mitsuru: Uu, I still wanna make wagashi the main character of Valentines day somehow…
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Translation Notes
Wagashi are Traditional Japanese sweets. I'll be honest, I just didn't want to type out the whole phrase over and over again.
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Midnight Snack
You catch Shuji's eye in the library at uni and he absolutely must take you out.
Just some shuji fluff for the dash. He's a little weird here sorry lmao. Reader is grumpy and tired. Unproofread.
Shuji can't get enough of you. He has a nasty (though endearing) habit of staring.
It's actually how you met.
In the library at uni, trying to get away from noisy roommates and distractions, you sat yourself in a gloomy corner, eyes hazy and unfocused on the article you were "reading."
Until movement caught your eye.
You don't see him at first, the playful fuck. He ducks behind a DiffyQ textbook that, looking back, definitely isn't his. You pay no mind. Whatever. Let the motherfucker stare, you've got shit due tonight. It's not like you're unaccustomed to annoying attention from men and their "you'd look so much better if you smiled" bullshit.
Fuck. You got yourself in a mood now.
Like clockwork, a tuft of grown-out bleached hair and a pair of golden eyes peeks out hoping to catch yours without detection. You snap in his directions and he ducks again. You swear to God you hear a giggle and the rustling thud of a heel knocking into a limb.
When you look, no, glare back, the decoy textbook is down and he's smiling, wide and goofy (and rubbing his shin). You raise a brow and go back to your work, fruitlessly, because he takes the acknowledgement as an invitation. Before you know it hes dragging a heavy wooden chair loudly and sitting across from you.
He's tall. He's huge, really. He's objectively rather gorgeous with a nice jawline and lively eyes that study you, like you're the only thing, even in a building full of decades and decades of knowledge, worth studying.
"Can I fucking help you?"
"i think you can."
"I've got a deadline in 2 hours, make it quick."
"Let me take you for a late night meal. A reward for finishing your....school thing." You almost want to laugh. School thing? Does he even go here? He must sense the shift in mood and it further boosts his confidence. "Come on," he lets the word wobble like a kid pushing their luck, "you're the coolest girl in this place, let me show you a good time."
You can't place it exactly, maybe it's in the wiggle of his eyebrows or the groan of secondhand embarrassment from his friend not far away, but you get a relatively innocent vibe. You turn him away with a terse, maybe and watch as he wanders back to his friend, bounce in his step and high on premature victory.
His gaze isn't as heavy for the duration of your time there. He busies himself with doodles in the margins of Kisaki's work that he thought was math, but maybe is actually Greek; Shuji doesn't care. He's got an absolute beauty on his mind.
He's enraptured by her. Her focused scowl and the way her eyes narrow at the screen. The way her lips purse around the straw of what once was probably iced coffee. The art in her skin that he can see until the aircon kicks on and she puts another layer back on. Shuji is reminded in that moment that he hates the cold so, so much, and even more now that it's stolen away a part of the art he'd been admiring.
He huffs and loses himself if scribbling whatever comes to mind to kill time. He misses you packing your things quietly, work completed just before the deadline and he jumps to cover his scribbles when you clear your throat.
"I'm hungry."
"Hi hungry, I'm Hanma."
You groan, "Actually I'm leaving."
"Come on it was funny!"
"Are you twelve?"
You bicker with the cute giant the whole way out of the library with a smile tugging at your lips. You'd seen the scribbles, he wasn't slick.
Variations of, "God she's kind of insanely pretty. No seriously she's so pretty" up and down the margins. This guy was kind of embarrassing, silly, a wildcard, and well, those are the best people to eat fast food with at 11:59 pm.
It's the first of many midnight snacks.
Yeah that's right bitch this one's for you @sin-and-punishment shuji is down bad for you and I will not be told otherwise.
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Jade Coin Au
Spirit Jia + Antique shop worker Hobie
This is also unchecked, unproofreaded and ALSO written at one am
RAHHH I MADE THIS AU W A FRIEND @gumitoes (gmito28 ON INSTA GO FOLLOW 🦅🦅🦅) we literally just screamed abt it in one go thru dms and I'm just regurgitating it here so enjoy
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Hobie owns this antique store that sells all kinds of old stuff that even he doesn't know where it came from. He kinda took over it after working as a part timer there when the old owner passed.
One day he finds this jade coin that looks like SUPER out of place cause it's really clean looking and almost glowing if he squinted.
So he holds it up to inspect it but when he takes it away again, he finds himself in a completely different location.
Unbeknownst to him, the jade coin is a key to the spirit realm and acts as a gateway which accidentally brought him there.
The jade coin also belongs to the spirit (Jia) who manages a certain domain of the spirit world known for entertainment especially gambling.
So he kind of stumbles around the spirit world a little disoriented and confused cause one: spirit logic and magic and shid and two: the aesthetic of this spirit world is very different to where he lives (london..?)
But at one point he finds a seemingly 'abandoned' store and enters. Unknowingly, the building belonged to a spirit, Zee (GUMI'S CHARACTER RAHH 💥💥) who helps Jia run a casino (her main establishment) discovers that the jade coin is in his possession and takes him to meet her. Although the meeting was a bit startling since she had a gun pointed to his back AHSHAHSHSJ
--> The casino acts as second chances for souls to win certain wishes ie. visit human world as ghost, more idk ghost powers and shied, etc
And ofc he's not dumb and recognises that the jade coin has some form of importance and essentially bargains with Jia to let him go back or at least teach him how to go back.
(Maybe win/bet on a game but he's just crazy lucky and manages to beat her) she's just like 😧
He manages to return back to his little shop in london but ever since visiting the spirit world he has this nagging curiosity abt the world since it's so incredibly different.
And so he would go exploring in the spirit world, occasionally taking back antiques. However he realises he'd totally get super lost in this new place and somehow coerces Jia into acting as his spirit tour guide HAHSJA
Jia isn't super strict on rules and stuff unlike other leading spirits of other domains so she kinda just goes 🤷‍♀️ and follows him around.
Because he's human it sometimes causes conflicts with more aggressive spirits but because the jade coin has a form of connection to Jia, it acts as a summoning object to summon her if he ever needs to.
Like she'll literally appear in a cloud of smoke and then cast some spirit spells or smth HAHSHA
Over time, he spends more and more time in the spirit world but it has consequences on his soul as it starts to wander from his mortal body.
And at the point where his soul finally fades to fix itself into the spirit world, Jia essentially see his mortal body disintegrate in front of her,
However he doesn't seem alarmed at all in a way where it seems like he knew it was going to happen to him. He was willing to take the risk to continue exploring the spirit world as well as by her side.
Over the next few days or so, his soul needs to be readjusted to the spirit world so his presence disappears for a while (standard soul procedure and stuff) but Jia never stopped looking for him.
Until the day she finally sees him again but souls don't recall memories of when they were alive, he forgot about her since the time he spent with her was when he was still alive.
She feels so guilty for what had happened as she spends another couple of days before finally deciding that she was willing to trade her souls for a him to be resurrected in the human world again since he didn't even die fairly.
So he is resurrected like nothing ever happened (time passes differently in spirit world cause plot hole 😍)
His memories of everything that ever happened in the spirit world and all that he is left with is a weird jade coin he doesn't remember having and a empty feeling in his chest.
The end 😁😁😁
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i4fyodor · 2 years
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PATHETIC BSD WOMEN !
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note : unproofread shitpost, grammar errors, completely self indulgent, heavily inspired by @lacry (ceo of pathetic woman fyodor)
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fyodor ‘im gods messenger’ dostoyevsky who faints after running 2 laps, who has eyebags that look more like eye luggages, who recites the bible in the middle of a conversation, who reads classical literature in a bar, who makes out with her gf in the bathroom then tells everyone how disgraceful and inappropriate hand holding before marriage is (shes trying to make herself feel better)
ango. god shes so pathetic. she works 24/7 until she passes out then as soon as she gets up she continues working. not even because she has such overwhelming workload or because she enjoys it, just because she has nothing better to do. she lives on instant noodles and microwave mac n cheese. she drinks sm coffee that she has become immune to caffeine at this point. however on her rare day offs she searches through her closet and tries on the prettiest dresses she has (being in work uniform everyday can be awfully boring) twirling in front of the mirror in them. bonus: once her landlord caught her in the prettiest dress ever. she has never been paler or shakier than she was in that moment
sigma, the most transgender character known to existence. shes trying her best i swear! its just that .. shes still kind of pathetic but its alright, who isnt ?? she might win in card games against every single customer she has but she trembles while ordering in mcdonalds. she always takes the stairs no matter which floor she is heading to because shes worried she will mess up the buttons and get stuck (not to mention the possibility of being stuck with another person!) fyodor often lends her some books to educate her but poor sigma has such a hard time understanding all those big words. she gets anxious so easily its kind of adorable. and if you praise her? you call her gorgeous? you gently touch her hair? she absolutely loses it, my sweet beloved <3
mushitaro, oh dear mushitaro. shes DEFINITELY not pathetic, shes The Perfect Criminal right? she is mhm. .. its okay shes a bit delusional but shes got the spirit! well what if i tell you that this perfect criminal is actually the most average girl you can find. she works at a small bakery or maybe a café. she serves the customers with a slight smile on her face (her boss told her that if she looks grumpy all the time, they will lose customers, so shes trying her best) right until the person leaves the store. her smile broadens into a huge smirk while shes thinking about how she gave 50 cents less change back! how evil and villainous is she! truly a perfect criminal!
katai. just katai.
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1mnobodywhoareyou · 3 days
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Can I get 500 words for the wip that’s giving you the most trouble. Please and thank you.
thank goodness i put that 1k limit up... (thank you) this is unedited. unproofread. but written. near future of kinder devil. i hope. i now have a bunch of half scenes that i need to actually put together into a chapter...
Julie runs into the studio, Flynn hot on her tail.
“Guys! GUYS!” she calls breathlessly when they don’t immediately greet her.
“Hey Jules! Where’s the fire?” Reggie asks, looking up from where he’d been plucking on his bass. 
She desperately waves at them, wordlessly encouraging them to gather by her. 
It doesn’t take long for the trio to take the hint. Luke stands in front of her, stooping down to look her in the eyes, mild concern taking over his face. “What’s going on, boss?”
Julie takes a deep breath to recenter herself before explaining. “You remember that lady at Eats and Beats? Who wanted to talk to us before I got caught?”
The guys nod. 
“Okay, well. She just called.”
“What?!” Luke exclaims before unleashing a litany of excited questions Julie’s way. 
“Luke,” Alex says gently, putting his hand on Luke’s shoulder. 
Julie watches in amusement as Luke continues his spiral, completely unaware of Alex’s presence.
“Luke!” Alex tries again, much louder this time and with a shake of Luke’s shoulders. 
Luke slowly comes back down from his excited rambling and stares at Julie. “What did she want?” he asks, much more coolly than he’d been capable of for the last several minutes.
Julie laughs. “She wanted to talk about representing us. She obviously loved our ‘gimmick’ but also our sound. She’d been hoping to get in touch with us after the Eats and Beats fiasco but, well, it’s not as easy as looking someone up in the phonebook any more.”
“Well, she could have messaged any of the band pages,” Flynn counters. “Social media exists for a reason.”
Julie directs a soft glare her friend’s way. “Yeah, well. That’s obviously not how Andi does things,” she turns her attention back to the guys who are watching her expectantly, “anyway. She came across some stuff about our performance at the Orpheum and then our Youtube channel, did some digging, found the landline info that thank goodness Dad keeps installed for some reason…” She trails off, waving her hand around, “None of that matters. Destiny Management wants us. Andi wants us. But we need an adult because we’re… I’m still a teenager. So I need to talk to Papi.”
“Well what are you waiting for?! Let’s go talk to Ray!” Luke cries, grabbing Julie’s hand and pulling her toward the door.
“Luke!” Julie cries, pulling her hand out of his grasp.
He stops short and turns to look at her, a betrayed expression on his face.
“He doesn’t know about you, remember? How can I ask him to let us do this if he doesn’t have all the information?”
“Can’t we just… pretend that it’s just you?” Reggie asks. 
Julei stares at him. 
“A band of four people, three of whom presumably exist somewhere else in the world, need all four members to be involved in any dealings, Reg.” Alex explains. 
“Right. I knew that.”
“How do we navigate this kind of thing if three of us barely even count as people?” Alex wonders.
Julie shrugs, “I guess that’s what we have to figure out.”
Flynn pokes at Julie’s shoulder, silently asking for Julie to fill her in on the conversation that she’d been left out of. Julie obliges, ending by posing the same question Flynn’s way. 
“Well, how attached are you to doing things the ‘traditional’ way?” Flynn asks. 
Just as Luke’s about to answer, Flynn puts her hand up. “Arrange yourselves so I can hear you please. We’re not playing telephone for this.”
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diamanties · 2 years
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sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won’t tell no other
SUMMARY - wandas guilt after westview became too much and she decided to let agatha go before disappearing.
AUTHORS NOTE - a short lil unproofread fic that completely FLOPPED on my other blog
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Agatha was confused, truthfully. After comforting Wanda through breaking the hex, the Scarlet Witch seemed to just forget about all of her plans to protect the world from Agatha's dark magic which held a firm grip on the dark hold. Others would believe that Wanda was maybe just feeling 'forgiving', but Agatha knew the truth. The full truth. Before Westview, Wanda had nothing. No one to go home to, no one to love, no vision. Everyone seemed to be scared of her, her magic, and she felt like she wouldn't have any more chances in the real world. So maybe, the best idea would be to create her own. No one would know her there. No one would be afraid of her. That was her only wish.
Agatha knew Wanda only felt guilty. Guilty about everything she had put Agnes, Agatha through, and others held captive. To be truthful, she felt fucking horrible. She never thought about any of the family members she stole away, and in the moment, she truly never cared. Wanda never found herself imaging  if Agatha had a true family waiting for her. Until she became the Scarlet Witch. 'Agnes' showing her true colours seemed to click a switch. Agnes was never real. No one was ever real. And Agatha had a family.
So when Wanda decided to let Agatha leave without punishment, she was confused to say the least. At first, Agatha had no idea where to go, and what to do with her life. She had been living a lie for months, how easy would it be to go back to normal? Agathas first instinct was immediately to visit you. She missed you dearly, and she was sure you'd understand about her disappearance. Maybe you'd even be to scared to care. That was what Agatha wanted.
That was where Agatha found herself now. Stalking around outside your apartment like a total fucking weirdo. She wasn't sure if she should knock and scare the shit out of you, or just wait outside on your porch until one of your neighbours would be alarmed, and report to you about a woman burning holes into your door with her dark glares aimed at anyone walking past who glanced at her for longer than a second. She decided the first option would be better for everyone. Especially her, she wasn't planning to get into shit with you about her murdering your annoying neighbours.
Though still, she couldn't help but contemplate if this was the best idea. Sure, if you had moved on, she could just erase your memory of this said person and dispose of the body quickly. Easy enough, right? Deep inside, Agatha knew there was a very low chance of that happening. You could never move on from here. Agatha had shaped your way of living into her perfect life, making you into her perfect little housewife for her to control fully and love. Agatha knew that would never change. And if it did? She would just bring in the reinforcements.
Agatha knocked, once, twice. To be met with complete and utter silence. She knocked once again, to be met with the sound of your voice, a muffled "coming!" To be heard from the top of the stairs, each step making a loud impact. Agatha rolled her eyes, her patience dissipating. If she was honest, Agatha had contemplated bringing you to Westview with her magic, until she was put back on track. This wasn't about you. Or Agatha. This was all about Wanda. And she just had to deal with that.
When you finally opened the door, Agatha was truly shocked. You looked disheveled, hair un-brushed and hair enamoured with dark eye bags. You were truly a mess, and Agatha revelled in that. Your eyes widened, and Agatha almost felt bad for all that she had put you through. The fear you felt when Agatha left, the fear that you felt when you realised you were all alone, no Aggie left to look after you. By one glance at you, Agatha knew she didn't have to explain why she had left. She knew that you wouldn't care in an hour, your Aggie was back and that was all you cared about.
"Hey, hon." Were the first words spoke. By Agatha of course, she always had the upper hand. You knew not to test her about that, even after months. She leaned on the doorframe carefully, careful to not break anything, but also careful to not scare you off to early. She gave a warm smile, one she tended to give when you were scared or uncomfortable, to show she'll always be there to protect you. "Aggie?" Was all you could get out, broken and disheartened.
Agatha could hear the shock in your voice clearly, and all she wanted to do in that moment was erase your memories of the past few months. But no, she had to stop herself. She needed you sweet and vulnerable for her, just how she wanted you. "Can i come in?" Agatha murmured and all you could do is nod, still partly in shock. Agatha grinned. "Thank you, baby."
She closed the door behind her gently, taking in all of your apartment. Nothing had changed. Not one bit. Her coat was still hanging, untouched, on the rack, her shoes still messy and unorganised by the doo, her favourite candle still sitting pretty on the windowsill, still unburnt. Agatha knew these last few months couldn't have been easy on you. You're sweet, sweeter than candy, never doing anything to upset or offend anything, dangerously thoughtful.
That's what Agatha loves about you. She loves how you would sacrifice your happiness for her, doing anything she asks without thinking of the consequences. "You miss me, baby? Of course you did." Agatha got herself comfortable on your couch, signalling for you to sit on her lip with not so subtle taps on thigh. You complied, situating yourself on her lap and wrapping your arms around her neck loosely, hiding your face in her neck. "Mm, missed you so much, Aggie." Agatha kissed your neck lightly, tightening her grip on waist before grinning darkly to herself. She finally had you back, and she wasn't planning to ever let you go again, not on her watch.
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litaloni · 3 months
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Can you share anything about the Untitled somnophilia fic yet? ❤️‍🔥
(Look at me not asking about Wish Fulfillment 😉)
Oh my gosh absolutely and thank you for asking!!
It's in first person from Loki's perspective, which isn't how I normally write, so that's a challenge. And the character he is speaking to/reminiscing about is the most painfully obvious self-insert ever written.
TL;DR It's a fucked-up little story in which Loki takes a trip to Midgard, becomes obsessed with/stalks a public defender, and, well... it's otherwise pretty much what it says on the tin.
And heck, here's the first few (unproofread, unedited) paragraphs just for funsies
Let me begin by saying that I am truly sorry to have disturbed your sleep last night.
I have watched you for long enough to know that your work has made you weary. From the time the sun rises until it sets, you are besieged. You expend every drop of your patience and fortitude carrying out your duties, which, I have come to understand, are more or less akin to those of a Lawspeaker, but with none of the dignity that would be expected to accompany the role.
I have heard the insults hurled at you by the very public you are sworn to defend - some of these offensive enough to make even a god of my reputation blush - and I have then watched you employ every trick at your disposal to vindicate them nonetheless. I admit that the intricacies of Midgard's system of justice bore me, but you are a sight to behold. Woe unto those who underestimate your command of reason and your will to fight.
But as the sun sets, only after your lonely journey home is complete, your soft belly is exposed. Alone, you shed your armor and lay down your arms. You go about your nightly tedium, and more often than you would ever care to admit, you weep. And as I watched you in those moments, I asked myself:
Would I frighten you if I were to intrude upon your solitude?
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fleetingvow · 1 year
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‘ GHOST OF THE PAST .
Anthony Lockwood x Female Reader
SYNOPSIS. in which anthony recalls the tragedy of the only person who stirred his blood and thoughts. the girl who stayed young forever.
WARNINGS. heavy angst with a character’s death, specifically the reader’s. unproofread.
NOTE. anthony and the others are aged up by five years. lucy and george are vaguely mentioned in the story. this fic focuses more on anthony’s thoughts of how his romance started with the reader and his thoughts of when he lost her.
NAVIGATION. you can find more of my works about anthony lockwood and wednesday addams by clicking the link here! a fair warning, they’re all angsty!
NOTE. written in third person’s point of view. this fic is written by ©fleetingvow on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other platforms without my permission. inspiration is lovely, but plagiarism by paraphrasing is not, as well as stealing someone’s idea and claiming it as your own which is exactly what plagiarism is.
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𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗗 uncomfortably in his seat. It was the very dreaded day for the celebration of love once again. He had avoided it for years that the only things he felt were either hollow screams of desire to turn back time or incessant pain of memories of who he lost.
“Anthony, it’s a gift specifically intended for you.” Lucy stood in front of his desk. The library was still quite the same as it was over the years, only the books in the shelf kept multiplying, and the papers continued to stack on the wooden material. She let out a sigh before resuming with a gulp, “We can’t turn it away. It was from your . . . old friend.”
It hurt so much, hearing the words used to address to the person who was once his very soul. The one who painted the universe for him to feast his eyes. How did Lucy even get ahold of these?
“Thank you, Luce.” His voice was strained, as if he was fighting back tears that were making his tie tighter and tighter as the room almost spun around with the stress he was obtaining just by looking at the objects set before his eyes. “But I think I might need a little solitude if I were to take a look at these.”
Knowing the vulnerability of the situation, Lucy decided to leave the library without a word, just a lump on her throat as she composed herself, trying to recover from the atmosphere in the room. The giver of those gifts was once her companion, and it pained her that it was only years later that they were able to look at her belongings without feeling the need to cry instantly.
Lockwood unwrapped the presents slowly and carefully, not wanting to be careless with the items that were the only closure he had to her. As the parchment slowly revealed the silver metal underneath, there it was, the letters that made up her name engraved as she was in his mind on the back of the mirror.
“Y/N.”
He couldn’t touch it. God, how could he? Anthony looked away, his breath shaky as he looked up at the ceiling, gathering all the composure he could muster with his eyes closed.
‘Just touch it.’ He thought to himself over and over again. His trembling fingers finally closed the gap between the object and his hand. Anthony opened his eyes and took the mirror, completely removing it from the parchment wrap. He then, carefully traced the embellisments on the back of the mirror.
Y/N loved the loops and details.
It took his every bit of energy and will to turn the mirror and see himself in it. It looked exactly like her when he would stare. He always saw himself in the reflection in her eyes, and the mirror was the vivid reminder of her.
She loved that mirror. She treasured it more than she treasured her life. It was her very own object. The thing that only she could possess while many people in the world owned the exact same thing for the sight of it will only remind him of her.
Anthony recalled. He laughed humourlessly. Of course, he recalled. It was the moment his life started. The moment where he realised he was an actual living human being. That he was a person with a purpose and freedom to love and admire. To cherish and to hold.
It was the night of the Fittes’ Annual Valentine’s Ball four years ago. The London air was cold even despite his coat already being thicker than it usually was. Lucy and George had gone to the library in search of any clue for the Fittes’ dirt. He was there to appear as smug and confident as he was to be recognised by such an elite agency.
But then,
Oh, but then,
All regrets of attending the party had done nothing but dissipated. Anthony Lockwood, for the first time, felt the core of his palms hurt in an intoxicating manner that sent electric waves through his veins that he himself couldn’t explain the phenomenon when he saw the one and only Y/N L/N amongst the crowd.
He didn’t know how or why, but God, he knew what. He was aware it was her eyes, the way they glinted under the stars when she stepped outside with him in the streets of London. They shone under the silver streaks of the moon. They said someone’s eyes were the windows of their soul, and he didn’t know what they meant.
Not until he got a glimpse and was trapped under some type of spell that when he looked, Lockwood witnessed the universe being painted around him, flushing colours in the void of his existence, and putting stars to keep him away from the dark.
So smitten he was that he forgot to check the placements of the stars. If they were aligned closely . . . or if they were aligned at all.
They weren’t.
Anthony was pulled back from his memories, turning the mirror away from his face as he put it back down to the wrappers. He couldn’t stop recalling now. Her eyes, her hair, her smile, her skin — Just — Just everything about her, he could all remember it so vividly that it was hurting every bone in his body, making every inch of his skin scream for her.
“Why now?” He whispered, putting his hand on his face to cover it frustratedly.
“Why not?” She whispered in his ear. It was the ghost of the past. It was yet another vision of her, a memory that he wished to relive. It was still four years ago, just two months after he met her. Her breath was hot on his skin as she stifled a laugh. “Be a dear, Lockwood, and help me put this on, will you please?” she asked in a mocking tone. How could he say no? It was a silver necklace. One he gifted for her.
“You’re not ashamed?”
“Of a good man?”
“Of me being in an agency below Fittes. It’s your domain, after all.”
“Anthony Lockwood, is this truly you? You’re- insecure? Your agency is the most prestigious agency in all of London, and you’re underestimating yourself? Besides, Fittes is . . . complicated. It’s bad business, and I would much rather trust the world in your hands.”
But the world in his hands were filled with her name. There was no corner that was safe from her essence. Every bits and pieces of the soil in his world contained his concern for her and her well-being.
“It looks lovely,” she mumbled, looking at the gift around her neck through the silver mirror with her name. “Thank you, Anthony.”
And again, he was pulled in another memory.
“I want to travel the world without everything we have now except for each other. We will move somewhere peaceful and quiet, and we’ll be sitting in front of a fire for comfort forever until we get sick of each other’s company. I want to go somewhere with you, anywhere but here.” She wanted him to run with her, but where? Every corner of the world was detectable to such an agency as Fittes’. She was the agency’s prodigy.
“You can’t throw all that away for me, Y/N. How could we live in hiding forever? What about George? Lucy?”
“I can’t accept his proposal. If I stay at Fittes, I’ll be stuck there forever.”
“Y/N,” it was an opportunity of a lifetime, but he couldn’t bear being the reason she’d throw away a life she’d been building since she was a child. Maybe it was wrong that she met him in the first place! Anthony was a mistake, or so he believed he was to her. She can’t just make a decision that will last a lifetime! What if she gets bored? What if she gets tired of him, and then regret it all? What if he couldn’t provide her everything she needed? She was used to a lavish life, and he lived in the same home he’s always lived in. “I can’t.”
Once he was back to reality, snapping out of his trance, Anthony noticed the envelope on the desk. He took it next and exhaled sharply, the butterflies locked in the cage of his chest and the wild heart of his swarmed around the organ as it pounded and raced into a fast rhythm that made the blood in his veins creep up to every parts of his body, making him feel more anxious than he should be.
The envelope opened, his eyes almost failing him before he could even read. But, he remembered his name, yet faltered once again when he caught sight of the handwriting he knew all too well.
“Anthony,
It must have come as a surprise for you that I still managed to pull something like this after years of my own possible demise—” No! He couldn’t read it. Anthony looked away, taking a sharp inhale to restrain the heartache he felt when he finally gathered the fact that Y/N knew about what was coming for her.
‘No, read.’ He had to be strong. It’s been years and there was no time for him to cower like a brutally tormented dog under a table. He shut his eyes, sparing himself a few more seconds before he turned his attention back to the paper.
“You’ve probably even solved the mystery by now. I knew you knew about the secrets of Fittes, and I was supposed to lure you in to keep track of you, but I couldn’t. Especially when I finally met you. You were nothing like they said. You weren’t arrogant or condescending. You were lovely, gentle, considerate, and smart. It was difficult to be anything but kind to you, Lockwood. The greatest mystery of my case is how I met someone like you.”
Lockwod shook his head. He is arrogant and condescending, but all of those traits of his would fade whenever he was around her. She calmed every nerve jilting him awake every single day. She’d always been the genius cure to the adrenaline rush that felt roo excessive he swore he could almost see the core of the Earth.
“I will wear your ring on my finger, forever until I rot and I will never take it off even if it’s the source you’ll find of me. I will forever march the world, waiting for you. I will be the fire on your hearth wherever you go, signalling that you’re always home, safe and sound as I defend you from anything who wants to destroy your peace. I will be the cold September air to accompany you during your dark cold days. I will be the sun that will peak through the clouds, watching as you smile and enjoy the warmth on your skin.”
A tear escaped his eye. One after the other, he sniffled and wuickly wiped them away to not leave a trace of his vulnerability to the only person that made him feel strong yet also weak in a way that he’d crumble down for her, and far better, kneel before her.
“As long as you walk the Earth for me, live your life for me, breathe the summer air for me. I will be there in every step of the way when you need me, and this mirror will always be a reminder of how I once saw you the night we met, how I’ll always see you — forever charming and gentle as you are, my intellectual bloody pain in the arse. Witness the moon in all its phases, feel the sun on your face, and touch the breeze that will creep up your bones. I will see to it that you will grow old with memories and the life you’re supposed to live.”
He took a shaky inhale and quickly covered his nose, resting the elbow of his hand that held the missive up for himself to read, on the desk.
“Find someone, Lockwood. Find someone who will make you happy, someone willing to spend their entire life with you with regards to your well-being, dreams, and feelings. You deserve someone who cares for you deeply. Put your arms around her waist delicately like you did mine, spin her around ever so gracefully like we once both have done. Dance in front of the hearth to your hearts’ desire. I will watch, and watch, and watch as I’ll sit and wait for you to come back to me when the time comes.
You, Anthony Lockwood, have become my reason to live, but now I must say goodbye. My farewell is dedicated to you and both Lucy and George. You have been a great family. My only treasure that I’m willing to die for.
It is not your fault though. It never was.
You have my ceaseless affections, Anthony. Always.
Yours,
Y/N L/N.”
A sound emitted from his lips as the letter ended that he felt like he needed to read more. Come on, there has to be more! This couldn’t be it! This couldn’t be the end of her moment where he felt like she was alive again! Just as she was starting to feel more real and closer, that’s when the letters had to end!
He put the letter down and ran his fingers through his hair, letting them settle on his dark locks and pulling them to create a pressure that will ease the starting headache. Lockwood couldn’t keep himself together anymore.
No matter how hard he tried.
The thoughts of her gone have always created such a tarnish on the crimsons of his heart. How could she just leave like that and never return? How could she leave him to his feelings? How could she claim he had her ceaseless affections if she left to too early?
Anthony Lockwood cried.
And cried.
And cried.
And cried once more.
She was gone forever, and the letters in ink on the parchment were the ghosts of the past. He still couldn’t accept it until now. No, Anthony will never find anyone like her. He’d already loved her completely and utterly that his heart has given out all the ardour it had, only for her. The ring she wore six feet under was the solid silver proof of his devotion.
But now, the words he uttered to her the night he held her in his arms could only be heard by the fading wind outside the windows of the library.
Y/N L/N was a bright ember that entered his life and warmed his heart during the cold February air at the Fittes ball. She was fierce and hot, brazen and red.
And oh, how she burned.
She was his dream.
His walking desire.
His waking moment.
His other half.
And what was once such a bright dancing little fiend was now the flame in the library hearth, keeping him steady as he lost himself to the messy art of creating rivers with his tears.
Anthony Lockwood had lost his person.
And he will never be able to bring her back again. The girl who stayed young forever as she wished for him to grow old without her.
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*scuttling BACK in*
Playing off my last ask: Fae!Jesse comforting a sweetheart who’s scared & anxious about their mortality & humanness?
Like its early morning and Jesse hears his sweetheart crying in bed, hiding their face in a pillow or blanket or just- anything they can. And they’re facing away from him, they cant hardly get any words out because they’re too distressed. They’re scared of being killed & ashamed of how weak they are. They don’t feel like they belong there- they don’t feel like they belong anywhere & its really getting to them
(•v• idk i just think it would be fun. Im having fun w/ reading abt the boyos. Tysm for feeding my silly little brainrot)
T.O PROTECT —
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♡ – notes :: hi wonder :D you're about to get thrown across the room by a truck accident i think :D maggie drank benadryl right before she started writing so maggie apologizes if it's downgraded a bit... sleepy maggie is sleepy
♡ – characters :: fae!jesse
♡ – disclaimers :: unproofreaded.
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it's cold. it's so, so cold.
it feels like the tears falling down your face are freezing.
you pull the blanket over yourself, forming a cocoon of some sort as you cry , because it's the only form of protection you feel you have with your humanness. besides jesse.
jesse, oh jesse, what had you done to deserve him? what had he done to be unfortunate enough to fall inlove with you?
your cries grow louder, your effort for quieting them down completely wasted as jesse stirs awake and immediately has his attention on you, covered by a blanket & sobbing.
" my love, may I pull down the covers? are you alright with that, love ? " he asked, slowly & softly.
you pulled down the covers yourself, repositioning so that your back faced him and jesse immediately held you in his arms.
a shaky sigh makes its way out of your lips, whether it's from the cold or the exhaustion... you've no idea. you cry, and cry, and cry.
"i don't want to die here , jesse. "
the only words you could utter without stuttering & stumbling – and jesse understood what you were worried about. how could he not, when he was one of the predators who preyed on you as well? who took advantage of your inferior strength ?
" as if I'd let you die in the first place. im sure you forget your love is one of the five most powerful mages in the jeweled lands , yes ? those leeches will learn not to get their fill from you." he paused.
" you will not die. you could not. if you did, I would know and you'd be rushed to the kingdoms best healers. I'd fly to the ends of the earth, exhaust my wings and watch as they grow dry and evaporate before I'd let you die."
jesse's wings were special to him . they were well taken care of, soft, pure white, as if he was an angel instead of a fae.
if he were, he'd fall for you. he'd lose his wings to gain your love. a good deal, he thought - as his hums soothed you to sleep. then, he kissed your cheek - murmuring an incantation as the veins in his hands grew to glow a light blue. protection.
because even away from you, you're never truly apart.
jesse uses one of his wings to keep you warm, away from the darkness in this world.
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