#the emotion when she asks if wednesday will forget her
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𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓
REQUEST Hi hi happy new year!! I love your rowan fic (can't wait for part three) and I was wondering if you could do hc's for Wednesday characters (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Rowan, Tyler) seeing their SOs in a suit (preferably a female reader please)? thanks! — anon
AUTHOR'S NOTE: AHHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST!! Hi hi happy new year I love this prompt! I'm getting maaaaaajor Kate Bishop vibes here...this is so exciting. I kind of ended up doing the suit hc + how they would act when taking you to the Rave'N, so I hope you like that bit as well :) Happy new year! I hope you enjoy it!
PAIRING: fem!reader x wednesday characters
WARNINGS: two little suggestive comments, but other than that it's just fluff!
✰ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒
We all know that Wednesday is not one to show enthusiasm...or any emotions. About anything. Ever.
But when you appear in the doorway in a suit, she almost almost cracks a smile.
She recovers quickly, of course, and gives you a brisk "You look nice."
I'm just going to assume you're wearing a suit to some sort of formal event — maybe even the Rave'N
Regardless of where you're going, Wednesday sticks by your side the entire night, glaring at everyone who looks at you.
Basically she's giving everyone the silent "She's mine."
And if anyone comes up to you to flirt? Oooo boy she is threatening them with everything she has.
And after the potential flirters walk away, terrified, and you give her a surprised look, she just stares back at you like she's done absolutely nothing wrong (which, in her mind, she hasn't.)
"Wednesday, what was that?"
"A reasonable reaction to people hitting on my date. Why do you ask?"
And you can only roll your eyes at her, blushing like mad as you wrap an arm around her. "No reason."
✰ 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑
Now Enid is the exact opposite of Wednesday when it comes to this. When you pop up, girlie squeals.
As in, loud enough to make everyone cringe and cover their ears
Once again, in the opposite fashion of Wednesday, Enid takes every opportunity to show you off to everyone, so much so that you end up a little embarrassed.
"Everyone, look look look! Look at how good Y/n looks!"
"Enid."
"What? Can't I tell everyone how good my girlfriend looks?"
While not socializing, she is dragging you onto the dance floor just so that she can admire you from every angle
And every five minutes she reiterates the sentiment
"Ugh, Y/n, you look so good!"
"I know! You told me five minutes ago! And five minutes before that! And five minutes before that!"
Poor girl is sooooo down bad.
✰ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄
I feel like he'd get so thrown off by you in a suit that it'd be easy to mistake it for him not liking it.
Like, he's just so baffled that he can't properly articulate his feelings towards it.
"Y/n...you...um..."
Your heart starts to sink a little, but you cover it up with a small grin.
"That bad, huh?"
Needless to say, that gets his lips moving.
"No!" he shouts, a little too loud. "No, no of course not. You just...you look incredible."
He just genuinely forgets how to get across how drop dead gorgeous he thinks you look
And he feels sooooo much pride when you guys walk in together
He's not going to show you off verbally, but with you on his arm, he's exuding "Yeah, that's right, look at my badass sexy girlfriend."
And towards the end of the dance, you'll ask him if he's ready to go
"Ready to leave?"
"Yeah," he says, then leans in to whisper in your ear, "I really want to see what that suit looks like on the floor."
I think you know what comes after that...
✰ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖
Oh my God...this boy forgets how to speak.
The second you appear in the doorway wearing the suit, he's a stuttering mess.
He's gonna need his inhaler if he wants to get a few words out
Once he gathers himself, he'll finally tell you how amazing you look
God he feels so cool arriving at the dance with you on his arm
He's just like me...he thinks women in suits are hot.
Literally cannot take his eyes off of you the entire night
He's not much of a dancer, but if you are, he'll probably suffer for a few minutes or so. Just for you.
Plus, it's just another opportunity for him to look at you up close, which is a total win for him.
Also, he is very touchy just in general, but I imagine especially so at this dance.
When you're off to the sides, he'll keep an arm wrapped around your waist or a hand locked in yours.
If you're sitting, he'll keep a gentle hand on your knee
And when you're dancing? He will be holding your hands, waist, anything.
He just likes the feeling of security and knowing that you're there with him and you're not going anywhere.
He'll probably even pull you out of the dance a little early, just so you guys can get back to his dorm before Xavier gets there
✰ 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍
I may not know much, but I know that this man is going to get you blushing in 0.000275 seconds.
He'll momentarily be awestruck by you, but of course he'll recover pretty quickly from the shock. Then, he'll say something that'll get you all hot and bothered
"If I had known you were going to pull off a suit better than me I would've brought sweatpants."
Idk what it is about that slightly awkward, slight confident vibe he has going on, but it works
He knows how to make a gal smile, that's all I'm saying.
He'll be a proper gentleman the whole night, but he's expertly hiding how freaking good you look in that goddamn suit.
He'll probably even make some kind of "twinsies" joke...because, you know...you're both in a suit. Please laugh he'd be so embarrassed if you didn't.
You guys would be on the dance floor ALL NIGHT
You'd be tearing that shit UP don't lie
And it is so much easier to maneuver in a suit over a dress, so you best believe you guys are doing allllllll the dancey dances
The only reason you stop is when one of you is about to collapse and you need to go slam some punch for stamina.
And at the end of the night, he would pull you close just to tell you once more how absolutely amazing you look, just to see the cute lil blush that follows <3
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omggg I would love to request a "are you really so oblivious?" with Miguel
❛ summary | you're not picking up on any of the signs Miguel is throwing. he's is desperate enough to ask your pupil pavitr for help.
❛ sy's notes | as requested! i will post dad!miguel drabble on wednesday.
❛ sy's tags | pupil pavitr, pavitr being a helpful bug, some anger, some violence, mostly just minor angst and some cuteness.
“She's pretty, no?" Pavitr sings, "You could just assssk her. ”
Miguel doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn't know why he's still trying after the trainwreck that was February. He also doesn’t know why the kid insists that 'help' is bombing his dates just to whisper in his ear. Dates that he feels are dates but you don’t know are dates.
That's what happens when you want a woman who hasn't dated in years.
It’s not enough that he’s stuffed himself into clothes that he doesn’t like, like the black button-up that is a size too small, because that’s the largest size he could find. He leaves a button or two exposed because as Pavitr says, you love to comment on how soft he looks with just a little skin. He has to be soft, too.
As if being soft was ever a good thing for Miguel. It never failed. He gets soft, his life goes complete and utter shit. You’re nibbling a hunk of roti between your thumb and index finger, grinning behind your fingers. You might have heard it, but like many things, you’re not connecting the dots. You never connect the fucking dots.
“Hm, new girlfriend, Pav?”
“Me?” he peeped, his grin ear to ear. “No! Bhaiya has his eye on a girl. A pretty girl.”
The loud cafe was full of beautiful women with thick bangles, kohl-lined eyes, and playful smiles. They spoke about all kinds of things: family life, relationships, friendships, and school. Of every woman here, he finds himself aching to know what goes on behind your eyes, almost troubled with what Pavitr was saying.
“Mi Miguel?” you tilt your head, a set of your gilded earrings clinking as you moved. Pavitr suggested you dress up on purpose-- Despite the power that courses through his upper body, Miguel feels weak. "Not my Miguel."
My Miguel-- Mi Miguel, both sound gorgeous when they come your lips. He could get used to it.
“See, she said ‘mi’, that’s your chance,” he’s whispering in Miguel’s ear. He pinches his brow, rolling the skin between his fingertips. Whatever chance Pavitr thinks he has is slipping away. Miguel can’t be bothered to stop it. This kid can't possibly know how you feel.
“You have to be talking about someone else. All those Spiders in HQ and yet Miguel never goes after them, not one. Mira-- Pav. On San Valentín Miguel gave me flowers, rosas. Of all the girls!”
Fuck. Pav blinked, his gaze following Miguel in his seat. He doesn’t address his humiliation, just lets you chew on it. He closes his eyes, wishing that he could forget that awkward day. It was pathetic, the way he called you into his lab, a bundle of roses in his arms. Just for a kiss on the cheek that proceeded to torment him the rest of the month. Aw, how cute, Miggy.
All that... just to be called cute.
"Maybe he likes you! Did you get him anything?" Pav is trying here, but you’re not picking up on anything that he’s laying down. You laughed it off, awkward as you were.
“Me? No, Miguel-- he doesn't like me,” you clean your hands and lean in your chair. Your sultry eyes fall on Miguel, bidding him to lower his hand from his eyes. He catches your gaze as you ask, "Do you, Miggy?"
"No. You're making assumptions."
Your eyes scan Miguel over, searching for some sort of fault in Miguel's face. Solemn, playing as amused. You don't find any in his hard gaze. You come to the antithesis of what he meant, assuming that he was talking to Pavitr rather than you. Your gaze hardens, shutting him out from the depths of your emotions. Then, your mood turns. It's not like you.
“See? The day Miguel finds a woman is the day I'll find a man." You reach for your tea, lips churning in a frown. " Pero, since he has someone, I should start looking in Nueva York, hm?”
Pavitr grimaces.
“Damn it!” Miguel bites out. His hand slams on the flimsy table, snapping it in two. Your tea spills over your gold dress as Pavitr and you lurch to stabilize it. It didn’t help that there were countless sets of warm eyes boring at Miguel as he stormed through the tiny entrance of the shop to avoid more damage to the poor owner’s store.
Why did he try? He was entirely sick of it. Sick of trying to show how much damn work he was doing to get you to understand how he felt. Pavitr had not helped at all. If anything, he made it worse. At least before-- you weren't looking for someone. When you were alone, just with him, it could be the two of you. No one else mattered. Miguel regrets stomaching his pride just to ask the boy for help. What was he thinking-- asking a teenager about adult issues?
“Miggy!”
He hears your voice but dips into the busy crowd. He sticking out like a sore thumb with his excessive muscle tone and your quick steps, quicker with your spider abilities. If you were anyone else, he would have cut you out of his life. Instead, he’s just a bug stuck in your spider web.
You snatched his watch-clad wrist, whirling him around. He can’t fight your touch, he longs for it, craves it more than he’s craved anything in the past few months. You shove him into a shadowy alleyway. His back connects with the wall, head shifting to the sea of saris and rich color. He isn’t looking at you.
“Miguel O’Hara, look at me.”
“Go find that man you want so much,” he bit out, the words scratching out of his throat as if they had barbs.
“¿Qué? Miguel, you’re-- dios mío. Why are you acting so angry? You didn't want me!”
“Of course, I want you! But you are-- are you really so oblivious?” he shouted, his fist connecting with the wall beside him, A crater forms around his massive hand, shaking loose dust from the building. "Nothing I do is enough."
"Stop," you grasp his hand, bringing them to your hand for a slight kiss. His heart rips into his chest, suddenly unable to tear his eye away from the red stain of lipstick over his knuckles. His irritation cools like cold water meeting a roiling boil, tracking how you shift his large palm to your cheek.
“Perdóname. I thought--” you find yourself mumbling, “You… How could you like me?”
He watches your hand fall away from his, maintaining a hold on your cheek. Even now, he finds you beautiful, soaked in chai all over your gilded gown. He knows why you can’t understand. Since he’s known you, you rarely had a man pursue you because as a girlfriend. Aside from your shapely body, you were the sort of woman men didn’t usually pursue. He knows you don’t like his shouting, it shows in the way your eyes dart to the pebbles under his boots. He tapers down his tone.
“I just do.” He sets a small kiss on your forehead, his hand slipping around to collar your nape. Your fingers turn over his tawny exposed chest, almost shyly so. You could bring him to his knees touching him like that, a gentleness that he’s only longed for since he first fell for you. You’re so close-- yet, nothing is solidified. It could slip away. “¿Y tú?”
“I-- I do, I do too.”
Your cheeks flush. Moreso when he spots Pavitr peeking around the corner, gazing at his thumb stroking your cheek with the most aggravating smile ruptured across his face. Miguel releases a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, his tone becoming sharp, nearly heartless in the way he says them.
“Soooo, do you... need any more help, Bhaiya?”
“I think we can take it from here, Pav. Thank you for helping me.”
Helping you? Miguel snaps down to look at you. You gaze back into Miguel’s confused eyes with the warmth that he needs at that moment. Pavitr’s picking-- about asking you out, teasing him when you said you’d find someone else-- suddenly makes complete sense. Pav slides away, grinning like the idiot Miguel feels he is.
“What do you mean-- Helping you?”
“Well,” you smiled. “Miggy. He’s my kid. You couldn’t have really thought he’d help you.”
“No. Apparently not."
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Hi! Soooo I've read a lot of amazing Joel Miller fics, but Lavender is seriously my all time favorite. Doc and Joel's story just made me so emotional. Here's my request for a drabble/oneshot- a sneak peak into Doc and Joel's relationship when they first get together pre-outbreak. Specifically, Joel takes Doc out on a nice dinner date for the first time and she feels super special and they are starting to catch so many feels for each other. Thank you!!!
OMG Hi Bestie!
So you sent this ask in like... 1.5 million years ago and this isn't EXACTLY it but... I think it fits the vibe. I hope. So here's Joel and Doc's first Valentine's Day together. I hope you like it!
Cupid
You and Joel spend Valentine's Day together. A Lavender one shot. Can be read as a stand alone with the understanding that Joel and Reader have an established relationship.
^We're gonna pretend that's Joel for this, OK? OK.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (From Lavender)
CW: Smut :) Just some fluffy, fun, p in v smut. They're in love and we love that for them. Pre-Outbreak. Age gap but not the focus of the fic (11 years, reader is 22 Joel is 33.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.
Length: 3.8k
Wednesday, February 14, 2001
You’d never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day before.
The thought made you oddly nervous. Not that Joel had given you anything to be nervous about, of course, but you were. Valentine’s Day had always just been another day for you. Sometimes Nan got you one of the little boxes of chocolates but, otherwise, it had never been something you had a reason to celebrate. You were just so used to ignoring it that, until Saturday, you hadn’t even thought about Valentine’s Day.
You’d been in bed with Joel. It was late and your bodies were pressed close together, his skin on yours, your nose nuzzled into his throat, your head still a bit fuzzy from the orgasms.
“How do you feel about goin’ to dinner Wednesday?” He asked softly, his fingers trailing over your side, lips in your hair.
You frowned against him.
“Doesn’t Sarah have practice?”
“Canceled,” he said. “Besides, I was gonna get Tommy to take her, anyway. He’s already taking her for the night so we can have some privacy.”
You frown deepened and you felt him chuckle against you.
“Did you forget?” He asked.
“No,” you said defensively. “I just… didn’t know there was something to forget.”
He laughed a little again.
“It’s Valentine’s Day baby,” he said. “Fully intend on takin’ full advantage of any holiday that lets me romance you.”
Joel seemed to mean it. By Wednesday night, you didn’t know the details of what he was planning - you didn’t get to see him on Tuesdays, Sarah had Girl Scouts across town and your classes ran too late to see him before her meeting - but he’d sent flowers to your apartment the day before your date, timed when you were home for lunch between classes with a card that said he loved you and told you to be ready to go at 5:30 Wednesday night.
You weren’t sure if you were doing your part in this right at all. You’d spent a good chunk of Sunday shopping and cursing yourself for not remembering freaking Valentine’s Day. It’s not like there weren’t heart shaped boxes of candy sitting out every time you went to the grocery store, it should have occurred to you. It just hadn’t even registered that it would apply to you now.
You at least had an idea of what you wanted to get him and weren’t going in completely blind. You’d been keeping an eye out at thrift stores for vintage shirts from his favorite bands, never exactly hunting for them but always checking the men’s section when you went in to find something for yourself. You also had a picture from a trip to a museum of you, Joel and Sarah had made that you’d been keeping to give him at some point, wanting to frame it for him.
It took a few hours - and stops at four different thrift stores - but you eventually found a Fleetwood Mac shirt that you thought was from the 70s and was wearing thin in a few places but you were sure he’d like it. You found the perfect frame, too, the wood cracking at the sides but you had a plan for that.
You fixed the frame, coloring the glue forest green so it was like vines were growing on a tree and put the picture of the three of you in it. It was off center, you’d been holding the camera away from yourselves and hoping that you were all in the frame. You were looking at Sarah, she was looking at you and Joel had his perfect, crooked smile that made his cheek dimple and his eyes shine.
You made brownies that afternoon, covering them in pink glaze and red heart sprinkles before piling them on a plate and sneaking a bite of one before getting ready. You took a curling iron to your hair and did your makeup and painted your nails red before slipping into a dress you’d found when shopping for Joel’s shirt, black and form fitting and you tried to not feel like an imposter as you tied the red ribbon around the half ponytail at the back of your head.
There was a knock at your door and you took a last look at yourself in your bedroom mirror, breathing deep and trying to calm your thudding heart before you answered it.
“Jesus, baby,” Joel said, a look of almost awe on his handsome face as you opened the door. “Should warn a man before you show up lookin’ like that…”
“Is it too much?” You asked, looking down at yourself. “I can change…”
“Don’t you dare,” he said, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. “You look fuckin’ amazing.”
You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, smiling against his mouth, before stepping back from him. He’d dressed up, too, in black jeans with a white button down shirt that he’d tucked in and worn with a belt. He even had on a tan blazer, one that looked almost too small for his broad shoulders.
“You look so good!” You were practically giddy, hands going over your mouth to keep from sounding too excited. Joel laughed a little.
“Don’t know if it warrants that much of a reaction. But figured I’d at least try to look like I belonged out with someone as pretty as you,” he teased and you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, we don’t leave now we are in very real danger of not making it out of the house, you are too damn tempting.”
Joel led you to his truck - which was almost shockingly clean, water from the car wash still dripping from his bumper - and opened the door for you, offering you his hand as you climbed in.
“So,” you smiled as he started driving. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he smiled back. “Believe it or not, had something cookin’ for a minute.”
His hand found the inside of your knee, the callus of his thumb stroking the skin there. You tried to figure out where you were going as he drove but you were still caught totally off guard when he parked in front of a French restaurant you’d been dying to try.
“Are you kidding me?” You gasped. “Joel!”
He laughed and took your hand, kissing your knuckles.
“Know you’ve been wanting to try it,” he said. “Turns out a guy on my crew’s sister works here so I could wrangle a reservation…”
“This is amazing!” You were practically giddy, going to open your door, but Joel stopped you.
“Gotta let me try to be a gentleman,” he kissed your hand again. “Sit tight.”
He got out and jogged around the front of the truck, opening your door and offering you his hand.
“Why thank you sir,” you said, trying to sound aloof and dignified. You didn’t think you pulled it off, too busy smiling to make it convincing. He pulled you in close and pressed a kiss to your temple before putting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you into the restaurant.
They sat you at a table in a secluded corner, a white tablecloth and the low glow of a candle setting the scene. The host handed you a menu in a leather book with a gold tassel on the end and you waited for him to leave the table before you mouthed “oh my god” at Joel, who smiled and laughed quietly across the table.
The menu had was full of French foods you’d only dreamed of trying at a restaurant: coq au vin, confit de canard, gigot d’agneau. There was even boeuf bourguignon. But the prices made your eyes go wide, your newly-painted nails digging into the leather of the menu.
“Don’t think I can get that beef you make,” Joel said absently, looking at the menu. “Not gonna measure up to yours, don’t care how good the restaurant is…”
“Joel,” you whispered over your menu. He looked up from his, brows raised. “We really don’t need to eat here…”
He frowned.
“Not seein’ something you want?” He asked. “We can go somewhere else, might be hard to get a table but…”
“No!” You shook your head quickly. “No, the food looks great but…”
You bit your lip and trailed off and he watched you, waiting for you to finish.
“But?” He asked eventually.
“But this place is…” you lowered your voice. “This is expensive. We really don’t have to eat here just because I’ve talked about it, we can go anywhere, we can just order a pizza if you want, I really don’t need all this, this is…”
“Baby,” he cut you off, a crooked smile on his face. “Don’t worry about the price. Been wanting to take you here since this place opened, set aside some money for it. Get whatever you want.”
“But…”
He set the menu down and crossed his arms over the table, leaning over it toward you.
“You gonna let me spoil my girl for Valentine’s Day or are you gonna give me trouble?” He asked. You frowned a little, thumb toying with the corner of the menu. Joel tilted his head until you met his gaze. “I mean it, baby. Really want to do this. Please let me?”
“OK,” you said, still uncertain and looking at the menu again, looking for the least expensive entree.
“Swear to god you order the cheapest thing, we’re comin’ back next week,” Joel said as though he read your mind. “You’d better get what you actually want.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” you said, trying your best to ignore the price column on the menu.
You settled on the duck and Joel got the steak frites and, once the numbers were out of your head, you were able to relax more, savoring the wine and running your heel-clad foot over the inside of Joel’s leg from across the table.
“You would’ve been makin’ fun of me last night, Baby,” he smiled, taking a sip of his wine. “Remember how I told you Sarah didn’t know what she wanted to bring to school for Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah,” you frowned.
“Well,” he laughed. “She decided yesterday she wanted cupcakes. So we stopped by the store on the way home from scouts, got the themed cake mix, all that. But she really wanted to try and do it herself so I started out just supervisin’… ended up running the cake mix through the pasta strainer to get all the egg shells out of it, that girl was in rare form…”
“Oh no!” You laughed, loud enough that the table close to you shot you a glare and you tried not to laugh harder when you quieted down. “How’d they turn out?”
“Alright I think,” he said. “They were kinda lopsided but tasted fine. We split one this morning.”
“You send her off to school with a sugar high?” You teased.
“Not from half a cupcake,” he waved you off. “The little box of candy I caved and let her have this morning did that.”
You giggled.
“I’m sure her teacher appreciated that.”
“I’m just hopin’ with the sweets from school it carried through to when Tommy picked her up from school,” he smirked a little. “Think I owe ‘em for loading her up with candy after Halloween last year, as if she didn’t have enough already…”
The food was incredible, so good you had to set your fork down to focus on the flavor of the first bite, Joel smiling almost proudly from across the table. By the time you were done, you were two glasses of wine deep - Joel ordering a second for you before you could stop him - and he was holding your calf under the table, hand sliding over the muscle to cup your ankle, thumb massaging the tendon there.
“You’ve been playin’ a dangerous game over there, baby,” he said, voice low.
“You’re hot,” you said, almost shyly. “Can’t help it.”
“Thinkin’ I should get you home,” he said. “Get you outta that dress.”
“I’m thinking you’re right,” you said, heat settling low around your hips.
Joel’s mouth was on you before you even got your front door closed, your arms around his neck and his hands on your ass, holding you tight to the front of him.
“I,” you kissed him. “Got,” another kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Something.”
“Really?”
Another kiss as you nodded.
“Didn’t need to do that, baby…”
“Too bad,” you smiled, kissing him long and hard before pulling back from him. “I like doing stuff for you, too, you know.”
You took his hands and led him to your bedroom, sitting him on the bed before handing him the box with the shirt and frame inside. He opened it almost reverently, a little smile pulling up at the corners of his lips as he did.
“It’s not as good as what you did,” you said, sitting next to him, twisting your fingers around on themselves as he lifted the lid of the box.
“Oh, baby,” he said softly, picking up the frame, his thumb tracing the parts you’d repaired. “This is perfect… when was this?”
“Remember when Sarah and I were on Christmas break and we went to the natural history museum the day before New Year’s Eve?” You said.
“That was a good day,” he smiled down at the picture before setting it on your nightstand and he laughed as he got out the shirt. “Where the hell’d you find this?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye out,” you smiled. “It’s well loved but I did wash it already…”
He cut you off with a kiss before you could finish, dropping the box and the shirt to the floor as he pulled you against him, his lips insistent and needy on yours. He quickly shrugged out of his jacket as you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and he unzipped your dress. You got each other undressed quickly, his mouth on yours as he lay you below him, his large hand cupping your pussy before he slipped two fingers between your swollen, slick lips, tracing over your entrance before sliding up to tease your clit as he settled between your thighs.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he panted against you, pushing his fingers into your tight channel, just up to the first knuckle. “This all for me, baby?”
You nodded and tried to pull him closer, to bring his body fully against your own, but he stayed just far enough away that you could feel the warmth of his skin but not the softness of him itself. You groaned and he smiled as he trailed kisses over your jaw to your throat.
“Seems like you might want somethin’,” he teased a little. You just nodded. “Should say what you want, baby, so I know what to give you.”
“You,” your fingers scrambled over his back, desperate to find some kind of leverage. “Want you, please Joel…”
He kissed you gently but you could feel the hunger behind it. He needed you, too, you could feel it in him.
“OK baby,” he said softly, lining himself up at your entrance, the swell of his cock just close enough to start to part your walls without pushing in. “Give you what you want…”
He kissed you as he pressed into you, a moment of resistance before the thickness of his shaft entered you. You whimpered at the stretch of him, arching into his touch, your pussy already starting to tighten and flutter around him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “You already close?”
You just nodded as he pushed deeper, his cock opening you to him until he was fully inside you, his head pressed firmly against the part of you that made you press your hips up against him and your fingers dig into his skin. You felt yourself pulse around him once before going even tighter as he moaned, his head dropping to your shoulder.
“Goddamn you feel good,” he panted. “Not gonna last once you come baby, tellin’ you that right now…”
“S’OK,” you clumsily rocked your hips up against his, desperate for that last little bit of friction you needed to push yourself over the edge. “Just… I need…”
“I got you,” he said, pressing somehow deeper and making you whimper below him. “Give you just what you need. Take such good care of you, baby, promise I will.”
He started slow but hard, the steady drag of his cock as he pulled back from you followed by the firm, heavy thrust of him as he fucked back into you. You matched his rhythm, moving your body in time with his, his skin warm on your own, his brown eyes warm and soft and deep on yours. You clung to him as his pace increased, your body getting tighter around him, orgasm building until your head was fuzzy and all you could feel was the desperate heat of pleasure deep inside you.
“Want you to come for me, baby,” Joel panted, one arm slipping below your arched back. He tilted your hips ever so slightly, the angle adjusted just enough that he could press deeper, his hips against your clit, all of him hitting you just right. You gasped at the change, your arms latching onto him tighter, your hips stuttering against him. “Oh fuck, there you go, just come for me, that’s it, c’mon, just give in to it baby, just…”
You cried out as you came, Joel holding you close and tight, his movements never slowing as he chased his own orgasm inside you, thrusting hard and deep until he pressed against the back wall of you as you throbbed over him, coming undone with a shaky groan. You felt him pulse inside of you, emptying himself deep until he went limp on top of you. He adjusted quickly as you caught your breath, rolling onto his back and taking you with him so you ended up sprawled on top of him, your nose nuzzled against his neck as he held you, his large palm gently tracing over your back.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you hummed happily, whole body feeling soft and hazy as you just focused on his skin against yours.
“You’re too good to me,” you sighed as you snuggled into him. You could feel him frown.
“Why’d you say that?”
“Because you are,” you kissed his neck. “You did way too much for me today, I can’t measure up.”
“Hey,” he said quietly, pulling back from you just enough that he could look into your eyes. “Don’t say that, that ain’t true…”
“Yes it is,” you said, running your fingers through his curls. “I loved it, I loved it so, so much. But it’s too much, I can’t do the same in return, I don’t deserve…”
“Yes you do,” he cut you off, giving you a little squeeze. “Baby, you do so much for me just by existing near me, you realize that?” You looked at him skeptically but he didn’t give you a chance to argue. “I mean it. My life is so much better because of you. Never thought I could love someone the way I love you, you made me understand this kind of thing existed at all. You make me laugh more than anyone else I’ve ever met and you are so damn sweet. Plus you’re so smart, I could just sit and watch how your mind works all damn day and never get bored and the fact that you’d just let me… Not to mention how you take care of me and Sarah. Never thought I’d find a woman who could love my little girl like you do. You’ve given me everything and you do it every damn day. I just wanted to try and give you some of that back.”
“Joel,” you said softly, tears burning at the corners of your eyes.
“Never had a ton goin’ for me,” he said, smiling a little. “Always kinda figured I’d fucked my life up at some point but… I wouldn’t have Sarah or you without everything I did leading up to it. Makes me feel like I did something right to get the two of you in the end, you know?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, kissing him softly. “I know.”
He smiled his gentle, crooked smile at you and you just looked into his chocolate brown eyes for a moment before you sat up quickly, remembering.
“I made you brownies!” You almost jumped out of bed and Joel laughed, catching your wrist as you untangled yourself from the sheets.
“Wasn’t done with you yet,” he tugged you closer, kissing up the inside of your arm.
“I’ll be right back,” you said. “Promise.”
You went to the kitchen and put two of the brownies onto a small plate and got a large glass of water before going back to your bedroom, Joel sitting with his back propped against your headboard. You handed him the water before you climbed in bed with him, holding the plate out to him. He laughed a little.
“These look amazing,” he said, picking up a brownie and taking a huge bite, groaning a little in pleasure as he did. “Taste amazing too,” he said, his mouth full. “You’d have been ashamed of those cupcakes…”
“Next time Sarah has a baking project, just call me,” you said, taking a bite of your own brownie. “I take sex in payment for culinary lessons for the right client. Namely you.”
He smiled, tugging you against him.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
You snuggled in closer.
“Think we should make these brownies a holiday tradition,” Joel said, finishing his and kissing your temple. “These are damn good.”
“Plenty more where that came from, Miller,” you teased a little, sucking some of the pink frosting off your thumb. “You know, this was my first real Valentine’s Day.”
“Yeah?” Joel asked, looking down at you as best he could as you stayed tucked against his side. “I do OK?”
“You did amazing,” you smiled. “Ruined me for all other men.”
“Good,” he said, settling back against the headboard. “Gonna need all other men to keep their hands off you, anyway.”
You smiled a little at that, the idea of being his and he being yours. He nuzzled down into your hair, his lips pressing against the crown of your head.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said quietly. “First of many.”
Your smile grew.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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SEVEN
Leon had issues and you understood them. Tied in a world where he couldn't even trust his own government, where bioweapons are a common thing and mistrust is common. Breaking up with an alcoholic with the best option to have. However, when time passes, Chris decides to bring you to help with Leon's current crisis. When he sees you, he is ready to give endless promises now. Seven days to win you back.
notes: fem!reader x leon. leon is drunk, sad, angsty, and needy for reader, codependency relationship; chris is a sweetheart. he wants to help both leon and reader. I don't like this :( idk why. i ramble too much. EDIT! future chapters will have smut
tuesday: loving you
wednesday, thursday. friday, saturday, sunday
monday
taglist: @scarlettsbullsh
There was small, uncomfortable silence as you were driven to the small vacation place. Rebecca wore a small smile, but Chris could tell that you were uneasy. But you didn't want to give Chris a chance to even speak. What happened in China is still seen, not in complete detail, and not even the same overwhelming emotions. Yet it lingered.
Sure, everything is forgiven because everything has to during a mission, and even you have forgiven Leon. Yet you couldn't forget.
You loved Leon. With your entire body, but he wasn't the man you met back in 1999. Sure, the bitterness of Raccoon City seemed to always mask the smell of the alcohol. Then, being obligated to work for the government. This was stupid. You knew. You knew his issues. You knew why you broke up with him.
It's unfortunate. You were forced to love two different men. A man who wanted to help people and a man who wanted to get rid of the bad. Something in Spain began the trail, and two or so years formed the path. His disappointment of the government increased over and over, but why... why was he willing to point a gun to you and Chris to protect a woman who made their life's worse?-
You shook your head. No. No, don't be stupid.
Your hand began to tremble.
"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked. You simply nodded your head. Your fingers rubbed your gun hand, the knuckles, and soon your palm. A small scar in your hand interrupting the normal lines of your hand.
The car stopped.
When you look at the place... it was like going back to the old house that you once shared with Leon. Two unhealthy people trying to find peace. One found a bottle, and the other found denial. It was truly the saddest thing to remember, but the good things came rushing in. When you and Leon drank from his flask as you two laid on the bed naked. Alcohol made your bolder while Leon looser.
Walking through a couple of halls, Rebecca turned to see you and rubbed your arm, "He misses you." She promised. But you didn't need her promise when all your phone did was buzz over and over with messages belonging to Leon. Slowly and steady, you saw Leon. Nothing really changed from him. He still had his dark brown hair, which made it look worse with his grease. Your heart clenched.
"Leon," You couldn't control your mouth, "Leon..."
Leon turned to see who said his name. Your habits are trying to get better while his are getting worse. At least he wasn't drunk, drunk- he was better than the other days.
He walked towards you and hugged your body tightly. The overwhelming stench of alcohol burned your nose. All the old conversations you had of his issue bloomed again. Your hands trembled as you hugged him back. Leon kissed your neck over and over, dragging you away from Rebecca and Chris.
"I needed you. I'm sorry." Leon muttered softly.
Nothing changed. Nothing at all.
And that was the problem.
Your hands cupped his face, his small stubble of beard barely even growing into a proper beard. "How long?" You asked.
"Three days." Leon responded quickly. His blue eyes met yours, "I... I try." You even recalled the next words as you two reply together, "But sleeping is easier."
Leon turned away, his cheeks had splotches of red skin; he looked unwell. "Don't tell that... this has been every day." Your fingers traced his face lines. The ones in his cheeks, his brows when he furrowed them.
Leon sighed, "Yeah." He hugged you tightly. Little by little, he finally noticed Chris and Rebecca approaching them. He nuzzled his face between your breasts to use as cover. He was already going to start to be pissy. Your hands rubbed his back gently attempting to calm him down.
"I thought you didn't talk anymore." Chris grabbed himself a chair to sit on.
"We do. By text." You explained with a meek voice. Sure, you avoid his: "I want to fuck you so bad." Texts but not the simple hi's or when he comes to bother you.
But never these touches. Though, after dating for thirteen years, you were use to him.
Rebecca sighed softly, "C'mon," She smiled again, "Let's leave them to talk." Leon groaned weakly as he let you go. Rebecca and you left the room. You closed your eyes tightly.
Little by little tears escaped your eyes, "You... you see why we broke up?" You crotched down to your feet, feeling horrible like all those years ago. "A unhealthy relationship," Rebecca whispered softly. She crotched down beside you. "Rebecca, I still love him. I..." You cleaned away your tears. "No matter what I did helped, he didn't get better. I leave, and he is worst-"
"That's not your fault." Rebecca assured you from your codependency with Leon. The trauma of the two you made you stick against bad and good. You would've been with him still if it weren't for Chris.
-
Leon saw you be taken away from his arms. His hand itched to grab his flask once you were taken away. "Enough, Leon." Chris put his hand out, hoping Leon would put his metal flask in his hand.
Leon didn't so Chris yanked it from his hand.
"Leon, I swear," He put the flask on one of his many pockets, "Leon, I need you to listen."
Leon licked his molars, "I'm listening, Chris. Don't have to repeat it over and over." He leaned on his chair, his eyes kept glancing at the door where Rebecca took you away. Chris exhaled deeply, "A mission-" He began.
Leon groaned weakly, "I'm not going to a stupid mission. I'm on vacation." He grabbed the empty glass ready to pour more, but Chris stopped him again.
"A mission," Chris said more firmly, "Isn't a romantic getaway. It's a job. Our job." Chris made sure to keep eye contact. Leon smirked, "I'm with someone. Don't ask me out."
Chris fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Don't start-" He put his hands in front of him, "You and her shouldn't have been placed in missions so early." Chris wanted to be patient with Leon. "What you two suffered, back in Raccoon City. It was very irresponsible to make you feel you needed to save her."
Leon's face tighten. He could already smell Chris's bullshit, "Listen, I asked for her, nobody made me get her." Leon remembered the first time he saw you. You were one of the old military people of Umbrella and got send there among others who. You were like him. A rookie who was just wanted to help people, but the infected ruined your plans.
He wanted you. You understood the world like he did.
That's why you two needed to be together in every mission until two years came along. When you broke up with him, his life changed for the worst, but it didn't seem you two were actually broken up. He always told you where he was. He told you about nightmares.
"But you two ended up hurting yourselves. Jill and I never had this issue-"
Leon rolled his eyes, "I love her." He muttered softly. Every damn day, Leon saw your eyes as the gun was raised against Chris and you. Chris forgave him faster, but you...
Leon's eyes closed, "Every day I think of my bullshit," Leon opened his eyes and looked at his fingerless gloves, "I just want her back."
Chris exhaled deeply, "You need to stop drinking then." He sighed softly. This job made you an addict to whatever gave your comfort. For you and Leon, you two had each other, but Leon held his need to save people and alcohol.
It was fucked. It wasn't fair for either of you.
"She'll think forever that you prefer your dumb flask."
His throat nearly choked on his own spit, Leon's head hung low as a heavy sigh escaped his lips. He loved you so much it hurt. Little by little, tears escaped his eyes.
Slowly dripping down his face, Leon felt even more sick of himself. With his arms around your waist, you gave him a breath of fresh air- you gave him life.
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jealous, jealous, jealous boy — xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin
part 1
pairing : xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin
summary : less than a week after you slept with tyler to get revenge on xavier, your ex, he finds out about it and comes after you to ask you for explanations, as if you were obliged to give them to him.
warnings : mentions of sex, mature language, angst, slut-shaming, name calling
"you won't believe it when i tell you!" enid said to wednesday in a sing-song tone, taking her usual place at the table, looking left and right, hoping that you or xavier weren't around.
wednesday's facial expression was the same as before, without expressing any emotion, despite her roommate's enthusiasm. no one could tell what was going through her mind. not even enid. but she continued anyway.
enid was known to know everyone's gossip, so it didn't take long for her to find out about what you did to get back at xavier when he broke up with you.
"as soon as xavier broke up with y/n a few days ago," enid started whispering in the girl's ear, though she was still unfazed, "she went to weathervane and she ended up having sex with tyler."
wednesday wanted to roll her eyes at her roommate's words, but she restrained herself from only pulling away from the girl to stare at her intently. "why should i care?"
"why should you care?" the girl repeated after her, her eyes widening. it was the first time that someone remained unimpressed by such gossip, but probably should have expected that from the wednesday addams.
wednesday nodded lightly. if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have noticed.
"do you really find it so uninteresting that y/n slept with tyler?" enid asked her, forgetting to speak in a whisper and turning a few looks towards her.
suddenly, being the wrong man at the wrong time, xavier thorpe had appeared near the two girls and happened to hear the last words of the girl with blonde hair, dyed at the tips.
he couldn't believe his ears.
"y/n slept with tyler?" he asked, a short and to the point question, feeling like a damn joke while the rest of the students sighed in surprise while enid put her hand over her mouth, regretting the words that came out of it.
nobody said anything.
xavier swallowed hard and cleared his throat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "where is y/n?"
"xavier—", enid wanted to say something, feeling stupid that she was so talkative and that the boy found out this kind of news from her, in front of everyone... but wednesday got ahead of her.
"she's at weathervane."
of course that she is there, xavier thought and hurried to leave the school yard, ignoring the looks of pity that were thrown at him, and to hurry to reach the cafe before the end of the lunch break.
meanwhile, not knowing that what you did became the gossip of the week at nevermore academy, you quietly drank you coffee while running your fingers on the stem of the cup and kept your eyes on tyler, who was now taking the order at a table close by.
however, your silence didn't last long because xavier came through the door like a tornado, drawing other looks at him, from the locals of jericho, and startling you when he sat down across from you.
"tell me you didn't actually do it." he said, getting straight to the point, making an effort to look at you with his now dark eyes.
tyler took the order, but stood still, looking at you, twirling the notebook in his fingers, ready to intervene. not because you needed his help, but because he barely had you and didn't want anyone to intervene, especially thorpe.
being truly taken by surprise, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "do what, exactly?"
"you know what i'm talking about." he answered you, putting a hand on the table, wanting to touch you. in that moment tyler wanted to come to you, but you got scared because of the darkness in xavier's eyes and withdrew your hand, following to let your both hands slip from your cup, and he remained in place, staring at the golden brown-haired boy with clenched jaw.
"no, xavier," you replied in a calm tone, explaining how much the situation was stressing you out, "i have no idea what you're talking about."
"you fucked galpin!" the words came out of his mouth louder than he intended and you swallowed hard.
tyler gave up the damn trust that you were doing fine on your own and approached your table, taking advantage of the fact that he screamed to motivate his intervention.
he put his hand on xavier's shoulder, saying "ok, man, if you keep yelling like that, i'll have to kick you out of the cafe." as if he gave two fucks about his clients at that moment.
xavier snarled, pulling his shoulder out from under tyler's palm so fast it felt like it was burning. "don't you fucking try to touch me!" shouted the boy from the nevermore academy.
tyler threatened him again, this time just with his look, running his tongue furiously across the front of his teeth.
"you fucking fucked my girlfriend, man!" said the boy, standing up, him looking down at him, taking advantage of the fact that he was a little taller. "such things are not done!"
"she wasn't your girlfriend!"
"i wasn't your girlfriend anymore!"
you both said at the same time. first tyler, dropping his head a little to one side, and the second you, getting up from the table too.
xavier had a fake smile on his lips, which instead of hiding his disappointment from the rest of the world, emphasized it more, and he was close to you in less than a second, ignoring the palm tyler placed on his chest to slow him down. "so you admit you did it!" he concluded after your words, raising an accusing finger at you.
driven by the fact that not only was he making fun of himself, but you and tyler at the same time, you erased the space left between you, grasping him by his finger to force him to put it down. "i don't have to admit anything to you. get that in your head, okay?" you asked him rhetorically with a fake smile on your face. "i can sleep with whoever i want as long as you broke up with me." you added and turned on your heels as tyler withdrew his hand, both of you thinking that it was over.
you were so close to leaving the cafe, taking advantage of the fact that you hadn't made a fool of yourself yet, but his voice stopped you, with your hand on the door handle.
"you know what that makes you, don't you?" he asked you and you instinctively turned to give him one last look. "a whore." he formed the word, just by moving his lips, no sound being heard. and somehow, that hurt more.
without thinking, acting on the spur of the moment, tyler pulled him by the collar of his nevermore academy shirt, and punched him directly in the nose, channeling all his anger into that blow.
putting his hand to his nose, and ignoring the bleeding, xavier gave tyler a fake laugh. "that's all you can do?" he asked, trying to mock him, then he turned to you. "have your standards really gone that low?" he asked you, continuing to ignore how his blood was pumping because of the blow.
"don't talk to her!" tyler got in front of him and grabbed him by the collar again.
xavier laughed again, "what are you going to do?" he asked and didn't give him time to answer. "are you going to hit me again?" but as soon as he said this, he changed his mind. "or, oh no, are you going to fuck my girlfriend again?"
"for the last fucking time," tyler said each word through his teeth, squeezing them together as hard as he squeezed fist around his throat. "she was not your fucking girlfriend."
xavier wanted to say something else, but instead he struggled to breathe, making only weak sounds. tyler's gaze took a very dark turn, and you didn't know whether to feel scared, because it was the first time you'd seen him so enraged, or to get turned on because, oh, how good he looked when he defended you.
the door opens and you quickly step aside, still watching from the sidelines as tyler didn't seem to want to let go of xavier.
"what the hell is going on here, tyler?" a very familiar voice thundered throughout the cafe and only then did you move your gaze towards that person, realizing that the person who had just entered was tyler's father. the sheriff.
only then did tyler let go of the boy, who fell towards the edge of the table where you were sitting, clinging to it, to struggle to breathe again normally.
and you would find yourself talking even though you actually knew you were the reason. "believe me, sheriff galpin, i'd like to know that too." you said with a sly smile, making eye contact with tyler, as if he didn't have much left and was killing your ex-boyfriend.
apparently one of the customers announced the sheriff about that whole circus.
part 3
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Wednesday x reader - never again
Sitting on the roof of the school, you pulled your knees further into your chest as you stared out into the blackness that surrounded the world.
It was so peaceful, the only sounds being the light breeze through the trees, the way the moonlight bounced of the nearby lake, the stars whinging so brightly above.
Letting out a small breath, you watched as it turned to mist and slowly rose into the sky.
You smiled to yourself.
Standing up, you spread your arms out, closing your eyes as you beamed from ear to ear.
You loved this.
You loved the night.
The darkness.
Everything about it.
But the smile soon fell from your face, because the beauty of the night also hurt.
It brought back memories of a person you wanted nothing more than to just forget, someone who you’d been trying for the past year to get over, to work out of your mind.
And it had nearly worked, up until the point she randomly turned up at Nevermore, burning herself into your brain once again.
And the worst part?
Wednesday Addams didn’t even seem to know who you were.
Jumping down from the roof, you landed on the balcony below and stood there, hands stuffed in your pockets as you buried your face into your hoodie.
“(Y/N)?”
You turned around, smiling at the friendly werewolf who had stepped outside.
“Hey, sorry did I wake you?”
“No, I wasn’t asleep. I was talking to Wednesday, are you okay?” She asked.
You froze a little at the mention of the other girls name, but you slowly nodded your head.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just getting some fresh air is all.” You beamed.
Enid frowned a little, she didn’t believe you, she knew you too well.
Walking over, she leant across the balcony, and you sat down next to her, swinging your legs back and forth a little bit.
“That’s her, isn’t it? The girl you told me who didn’t love you back. It’s Wednesday.”
“How’d you know?”
“The pain on your face when you first met her. Why not talk to her, become friends?” Enid asked.
“She made it clear she didn’t even know I exist.”
“Come on! Surely that’s not true!” Enid huffed, “she’s nice! A bit weird, and shows she cares in weird ways, but she really does care!”
You shrugged a little bit, and titled your head to face the sky once more.
“You don’t know her like I do. I grew up with her Enid, trust me. That girl has no care in the world for other people. She never even noticed me, she doesn’t even remember me.”
“That is because emotions have a habit of ruining things.”
You didn’t bother to turn around, you didn’t have to because Wednesday walked over and stood on the other side of Enid.
“I’ll just…” Enid mumbled.
She could cut the tension with her claws, and she didn’t want to stay around that for any longer.
She simply left the room entirely, wanting to be as far away as she could possibly could get before the tension suffocated her.
Wednesday stood there, and you shuffled to the edge of the balcony.
“I do remember you.”
You glanced at the goth before scoffing.
“Whatever you say Addams.” You spat.
Wednesday watched as you jumped down, landing on the floor below with a gentle thud before you jogged away somewhere.
She wouldn’t admit it, but it felt wrong to just leave the conversation like that.
She felt like she could have said more.
But what more could she have said?
For the next month she would watch you, eyes fixated on you wherever you went, whenever you were close she would watch you intensely.
“Just talk to her.” Enid giggled.
Wednesday tore her gaze away from you, looking at her dorm mate.
“What?”
“Talk to her!”
“Why?”
“Because you clearly want to.” Enid laughed.
“I hardly want to talk to you, why would I want to talk to her?”
Enid began a long spiel about how Wednesday obviously liked you, and how you clearly liked her as well.
Wednesday was sick of the conversation, so she just up and left without another word, deciding to head down to the lake to escape it.
As she was approaching, she realised she wasn’t the only one there.
You were sat there as well, eyes closed, hands resting in your lap as you took slow and deep breaths.
Stopping in her tracks, Wednesday watched you.
She always wondered what you were, you weren’t a werewolf, siren, vampire, or anything like all the other students.
You didn’t fit any of those categories.
Slowly creeping closer, she stopped only a few meters away from you, crouching down.
She could see the soft glow from your eyes, they were fixated on nothing, staring off into the distance.
Clearly you were focused on what was going on around you, and Wednesday couldn’t control what happened next.
“I do remember you. Your name is (Y/N) (L/N), you love nature and animals. You like music and hate spicy foods, you stuck up for my brother whenever he was being weak and I couldn’t be there to get revenge on them.”
Wednesday adjusted, slowly sitting on her knees as she stared at you.
“I know you loved me, and that is a horrible choice really. I’m not good, I’m not someone you should love.”
Wednesday turned her head to make sure no one was around, and when she turned back your (E/C) eyes were fixated on her.
“What…?”
Wednesday quickly stood up, taking a few steps away from you.
“Nothing.”
She went to walk away, but you jumped in front of her.
You stood close, close enough so she could feel the heat radiating from your body against hers.
“Wednesday don’t lie to me. I swear to god if you’re lying to me…”
“I’d rather stick a stake through my own heart.”
“Fine.”
You moved and headed back to the water.
“I’d rather stick a stake through my own heart than admit to anyone that I… perhaps have feelings for you…”
You froze.
“Seeing you ignore me.. it feels weird. I don’t like how it feels, so don’t ignore me.”
You chuckled softly, turning to face her as you raised a hand.
Wednesday felt some water hit her in the side of the face, glaring at you she stormed over and grabbed your wrist.
“Do that again and I’ll bury you alive…”
You smirked a little, leaning forward a little bit.
“You wouldn’t…”
Wednesday leaned forward, her nose brushing against yours.
“Don’t test me…”
She looked down, then she looked back into your eyes before shoving her lips against yours.
It was awkward, and she was tense as you wrapped your arms around her.
When you pulled away she quickly removed herself from your arms.
“Not a word to anyone otherwise I’ll set your room on fire.”
With that, she marched away, but she didn’t get far because she stopped and turned to you, giving you an expecting look.
“Well, hurry up.”
You shuffled your hands into your pockets and walked over to her, the pair of you walking side by side.
You didn’t realise it, but she grabbed the sleeve of your hoodie, only slightly, no one would have even noticed it.
But she did, because you were hers, and she wasn’t letting you get away this time
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CUPID’S CORNER — ten ; bob, the cat
because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.
Riki is indeed waiting for you outside your chemistry classroom.
Your best friend looks at you with a bright grin. “Come on, let’s go!”
“Riki, I have after-school practice,” you say, as he drags you along with him. Riki shakes his head. “You only have after-school practice on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. It’s a Thursday.”
You didn’t know that Riki knew your schedule.
But, going to a cat cafe wouldn’t be the worst — you’re making sure that Riki’s going to pay. It was his idea anyways, so he might as well pay for it. “Fine.” you say.
You can’t really say no to Riki anyways.
“Have you found out who the volleyball anon is?” you ask Riki, as you two make your way to the cat cafe. You don’t notice how Riki clenches his jaw a little at the mention of your anonymous secret admirer — he’s jealous.
“No,” Riki replies.
“Damn,” you say. “What do you think about it, though? The whole… confessions thing.”
After Taki had helped him realise that Riki’s actually jealous because he’s in love with you, Riki can’t give an unbiased opinion about your secret admirer.
“I think my confession inspired them,” Riki jokes. It’s the only thing he can say without making things awkward between you two. You scoff, nudging him with your elbow. “Sure it did, ‘Ki.”
“You know nothing tops my confession,” he teases you, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah. It made me really emotional,” you joke. “I’m so happy that you still love me even though I crapped my pants in 5th grade P.E. Where can I find a man like you?”
Gosh, he knows you’re joking, and your tone is laced with sarcasm — but why does it make Riki’s heart skip a beat?
Taki’s told him that Riki’s been keeping his feelings for you inside for a very long time. So long, that even Riki himself didn’t realise it until he started getting jealous. Riki doesn’t know when he started liking you, he just knew somewhere down the line… feelings that were purely platonic turned into something a little bit more.
And yes, he’s terribly jealous because of that secret admirer of yours, but he reminds himself that the secret admirer doesn’t spend as much time with you compared to Riki himself. Jokes on you, volleyball anon, he thinks.
The cat cafe isn’t far from Decelis, so you and Riki get there relatively quickly. He holds the door open for you, waiting for you to enter before he does. “Wow, what a gentleman.” you joke.
“Yeah, I’m trying to impress you.” he replies.
Words that Riki would usually say to you without much thinking now seem like playful flirting. Was this always how he communicated with you?
“Oh, really?”
Riki tries to stay composed. Don’t blush, don’t look nervous. It’s just you.
“Yeah. Is it working?”
He takes a small glance at you to see your reaction to his words. Personally, Riki thinks that he’s really good at reading you — but now he doesn’t know what that smile on your lips means.
“I don’t know. You tell me,” you reply, as you walk up to the counter, Riki trailing behind you. “You’re paying, by the way, since this was your idea.”
“Okay,” he hums, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. “Entry for two?” the girl at the counter says, and Riki nods.
“Yup. Just head on in, grab a seat.” she says. Riki turns to look at you, and he notices that you’re distracted by the cute cat that seems to be looking right at you. “Oh, before I forget. Is there anything you’d like to drink?”
“She’ll have an iced latte… I’ll grab a iced americano, thanks.” Riki says to her, giving the girl the money, which she puts in the register. “Your drinks will be ready soon.”
“Riki! This one’s so cute,” you say, beckoning him over. Riki thanks the girl at the counter before heading over to you, and you look at him with a bright smile. “Look,” you say, motioning to the cat that you’ve been looking at for the past few minutes.
“It is really cute.”
The cat seems to like you too, and you smile as you play with the cat. Riki’s heart does a flip at the sight of your smile. He likes it when you’re happy.
“You should name the cat,” he suggests. “I’ll name it… Bob.” you say, and Riki raises an eyebrow. “You’re naming the cat Bob?”
“It’s a cute name!” you say, and Riki stifles a giggle. “This cat isn’t a Bob. It’s more like a… Jamie.”
“It’s totally a Bob, Riki.”
“It’s not.”
“It likes me more than you, so I’m going to call it Bob.” you say, as you pet the cat. Riki chuckles, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, I guess.”
“Are you talking about this cat? His name is Truffles.” the girl says, returning with your drinks. She hands you the iced latte, and hands Riki the iced americano.
“Truffles. Mmm… Bob suits him better.” you hum as she leaves. “Truffles is a good one, (Name).” Riki tells you, petting another cat that has curled up next to him.
“Let’s see what Bob says, then. Bob, do you like the name Bob?” you ask the cat, and the cat doesn’t seem to show any dislike towards the name — you see that as a yes.
“He likes it.”
“He just looked at you. That doesn’t count as a yes, (Name).” Riki says to you, picking up the cat and placing it in his lap.
“Cute.” you say, seeing Riki gently pet the cat. “Thanks. I know,” Riki says, as you roll your eyes. “The cat, Riki.”
“Oh, so you don’t think I’m cute?”
You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Riki takes your silence as an answer, and he looks at you with a cheeky grin.
“So you do. It’s okay, (Name). You don’t have to be embarrassed about being right.”
You playfully roll your eyes, nudging Riki with your elbow. “I didn’t agree.”
“You didn’t say anything, so I’m taking it as a yes.”
Little does Riki know that your silence was indeed an answer, and it’s the one that he’s secretly hoping for.
ten － bob, the cat!
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author's note. me when i want what they have. whos going to tell me that theyre trying to impress me. kms .
CUPID'S CORNER! a riki smau.
genre: smau, crack, fluff, idol au
pairing: non-idol! riki x non-idol! reader
warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps
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Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 3
Eddie x Teacher!Reader
Chapter 3/? 3.8k. Series Masterlist
✏︎ Fantasy — something that Eddie is intimately familiar with.
✏︎ Series Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.
While you struggle starting over in a place you never thought you would return, Eddie struggles feeling stuck in a place he can’t manage to leave — until you offer to help him. Of all the lessons learned, the most important are the ones you teach each other.
✏︎ Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, smut (18+ mdni), true love, internal conflict, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)
Chapter warnings: SMUT (18+ mdni), m!masturbation, Eddie is absolutely feral in this chapter sorry not sorry.
Wednesday, October 2nd 1985
Eddie smacked the blaring alarm clock next to his bed. 7:10 AM. It was chilly in the trailer, and that wasn’t doing anything to help his motivation. He knew he shouldn’t linger any longer, but Wednesday mornings were always the roughest.
Eddie had it down to a science. If he rolled out of bed at 7:10 that would give him twenty minutes to take a piss, brush his teeth, throw on some clothes, and microwave the leftover coffee that Wayne made the night before so he could hit the road by 7:30 and be at school by the first bell at 7:40. Whoever decided that was an appropriate time for anything to start was clearly a sadist. That was the plan anyway, whether he beat the bell or not was always a toss up.
He had hung around much later than he should have at the Hideout last night. Later than the other guys, anyway. Bill was there, as he always was — his favorite of the five drunks who attended his shows.
Sometimes if the other members of Corroded Coffin wanted to head home earlier than Eddie wanted, he would hang around and Bill would buy him a beer or two and the owner would turn a blind eye. He was a gruff sort of guy in his 40s, at least Eddie guessed anyway, he’d never really asked him. He wasn’t much unlike his uncle Wayne and that endeared him almost immediately.
So he’d shoot the shit with Bill until their beers were gone, and sometimes that would take Eddie out past 1 AM. He didn’t know exactly what compelled him to stay out so late, but what he did know was that hanging out with Bill made him feel like a real adult. Sometimes he would even forget for a moment that he had to get up at ass o’clock on a Wednesday morning and go to high school at 20 years old.
Today he made it to school by 7:43.
By the time he parked his van and hustled into the building, the hallways were slowly filtering out, everyone headed to their homerooms before class began at 7:50. Eddie was half inside his locker when he heard his name.
He looked up to see Chrissy Cunningham walking briskly down the hall, her strawberry blonde hair looking pristine as usual, pulled back in her signature scrunchie. She smiled and waved at him, which he returned, only to see Jason Carver hot on her heels.
The truth was, with the way Eddie was dressed, most people just left him alone and that’s how he preferred it. It was by design. Chrissy sure seemed to notice him though, and so did Jason, especially after the basketball team lost their first game last Friday.
Eddie wasn’t sure why he would be to blame when it was Jason’s own big stupid mouth that landed him in detention the Thursday before, but by the looks that Jason was giving him the past few days, it was clear to him that he had not forgotten their little trifle in English class.
Eddie shot Jason a mocking look in response to the glare he received. It was all he could do to not laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing was. There was a small part of him that wanted to talk to Chrissy just to press his buttons but quite frankly high school drama was one of the last things he ever wanted to be involved in.
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By the time fourth period rolled around, Eddie was grateful he’d dragged himself out of bed and slogged through the day just so he could see you.
He watched you from the back of the classroom as he did every day, cheek pressed against his knuckles.
Today all he could do was stare at your ankles. You were wearing these sharp twill pants with the cuffs rolled at the bottom and a pair of loafers on your feet, no socks.
Eddie watched as the way the tendons your ankles flexed when you paced about the front of the classroom, gesturing with excitement as you talked about the structure of a story, the beats that keep the reader engaged, the how the theme ties it all into one nice package.
He loved it when you got like this. Loved to see the passion behind your eyes, to hear it in your voice. Loved how adorably geeky you were about literature.
His eyes traveled up your trousers and settled at your waist, admiring how they accentuated your proportions. His hands itched to hold you there.
Something about you made his caveman brain light up.
He wondered how long it had been since someone had touched you like he wanted to.
He would take his time, slow kisses traveling from your mouth all the way down the expanse of your neck. He would use his teeth, make you tremble under his touch and hold your waist tightly against his body to brace you as you melted.
More than anything he wanted to see you come undone. Wanted to pop open every button you had so carefully secured this morning, wanted to run his hands through your hair that you had so thoughtfully styled and leave it an absolute mess. He wanted to devour you.
And just like that Eddie was no longer in class. He was in a bed on top of you, teeth nipping at the delicate skin where your neck meets your shoulders as you meweled beneath him. He was looking down at you now, admiring how the column of your neck presented itself to him when you tipped your head back in ecstasy as he pressed his way into your sopping folds, splitting you open.
You dropped the chalk, shaking him from his reverie.
Eddie shifted uncomfortably in his chair, he was fully hard.
He tried looking out he window to see if he could bring himself back down to earth, but then you bent down to pick the chalk up off the floor and his mind was right back in the sewer.
He was back on top of you, rutting into you, feeling every inch of your tight gummy walls. Making you numb with pleasure, so numb that you forget that anyone that had ever touched you before him. You would cry out his name and come undone around him and he would fill you with so much cum that it would gush out of you when he finally, reluctantly, separated from you.
Eddie swallowed and shifted again, discreetly tucking his painful erection into his waistband. He looked down at his desk, hand resting against his forehead to shield his eyes from your gaze should you happen to look his way.
He fiddled with the pen sitting there, trying to distract himself from the thoughts burning into his mind.
He knew you would be gentle. You would coo at him, dragging your fingernails softly down his back as you lay there together in the darkness, pressing kisses to his temples, his cheekbones, his forehead.
The bell rang, jolting him from his fantasy.
He sat up straight, face flushing as the rest of his classmates packed up their things in a sudden noisy haste. His balls ached. He knew this feeling wasn’t going to go away on its own. The thoughts were ceaseless and he needed to do something about it.
Eddie shoved his notebook into his backpack and rose gingerly from his chair, following the flow of traffic going out the door.
“See you later, Eddie,” you said with a small wave as you leaned against your desk.
He waved back, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks once more.
Eddie knew this school like the back of his hand. He knew that there was a door at the end of a hallway by the gym used for loading and unloading equipment that was typically left unlocked. It lead straight into the parking lot.
Once he exited your classroom, he moved swiftly toward the main hallway, rounded the corner, and made a beeline for the gym. Once he got to the end of that hallway he pressed into the door handle and boom — he was out.
Eddie’s van was easy to spot in the parking lot. He swung open the side door and crawled inside, sliding himself down the one long bench seat in the back. He shut the door promptly, thankful for the privacy that the tinting on the small window next to him provided. The parking lot was empty anyway.
Eddie shook his head as he undid his belt buckle and zipper, he always felt so dirty when he did stuff like this but he knew that if he didn’t he would be miserable for the rest of the day, aching and unable to think of anything else, and that wasn’t good for anyone.
He sighed as he pulled his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers. He ran his fingers along the underside of it, eyes widening at how damp he was already. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave himself a few long strokes, sighing from the delicious friction. He squeezed and swiped his thumb over the tip, over the slit where the precum was starting to bead again. He was so sensitive already, he knew he wasn’t going to last long and that was probably for the best.
Typically Eddie liked to take his time, liked to tease himself. He liked the build up, liked to bring himself just to the edge and then pull back. Again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore. It made the release so much more powerful. It made every spurt of cum he earned feel like an explosion. Absolutely brain blanking.
He shoved his pants and boxers around his ankles. It was not lost on him that he was wearing all black and he knew how much of a mess he was prone to make.
He spat on his right hand and stroked himself slowly again while his left cupped his aching balls to soothe them. It was warm and wet and he thought about you again. Thought about how much you surely longed to be touched, about how loud you’d sigh at the first stretch of feeling him inside your aching cunt. Thought about how wet you were, how the slick would gather around the base of his cock as he fucked into you.
He didn’t even need to stroke the tip, just the knuckle of his index finger bumping against the heart-shaped underside of it was enough, that sweet ridged spot right beneath it that felt exquisite. If he wanted to he could make himself cum by just rubbing his fingertips along that spot over and over.
He wasn’t going that route today though. Today he wanted to feel as much friction as possible while he imagined your perfect tits bouncing up and down each time he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He wanted to feel the pressure on his shaft as he dreamt about how tight you were, how you’d clench around him as you dug your heels into his ass to try and bring him impossibly closer.
He choked up on his cock with his hand as he increased his pace, hitting that spot with his finger over and over. He was leaking again and it only aroused him more. He swiped at it with his thumb to spread it around, giving him the slip that he craved.
He could feel the pressure start to build, the telltale ache from deep within. His left hand tugged at his heavy balls to draw them further away as they crept closer his body in anticipation, he wanted to hold out just a little longer.
Long enough to imagine rutting deep into your drooling cunt, the filthy sounds that would come from your pretty lips as he struck that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again. The squelching that would come from your swollen lips below as he absolutely reamed you.
There was an animal inside of him. He bit his lip as his heart rate increased, as did the pace of his hand. The chain on his wrist rattled in rhythm with it. He was so sensitive and so close.
He widened his legs to gain the leverage he needed to thrust into his fist. He spat on his hand again and the wetness sent him reeling.
“Ah, fuck,” he sighed, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. “You want me to cum deep inside you, hm?” he muttered through gritted teeth.
Suddenly there was a stretch inside. A warm, radiant tingle. “Mmm, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, fuck.”
His left hand braced the seat, fingernails digging into the vinyl, right hand pumping furiously as he chased his climax.
“Oh shit, fuck, fuck,” he whined, throwing his head back as he gasped.
It was the moment right before the release that was the sweetest. The tingle he could feel radiating from deep inside like a big yawn. He liked to draw these precious seconds out as long as he possibly could. He stopped pumping his hand for just a second and gripped himself at the base to make time slow to a crawl as it ripped through him. There were no thoughts anymore, just blinding pleasure.
Unable to take another millisecond, he pumped his hand again. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt the gooey warmth rise in his cock and explode like a sneeze from deep within.
“Oh fuck,” he whined, panting desperately as he pumped out thick ropes of hot, sticky cum, thinking of nothing but the wave of relief he felt with each delicious spurt.
He came so hard that it arced as it shot from his tip. He might have hit the ceiling with it, he wouldn’t know and didn’t care. There was nothing else in the world that existed outside of his bliss.
His hips bucked and he pumped his hand a few more times, slower now, squeezing out every last delicious drop as he watched the creamy fluid gather around his hand. A wave of peace washed over him.
The beast inside him was satisfied, for now.
He flinched as he let go of his reddened cock, hyper sensitive now. He closed his eyes and sat there for a moment in silence to catch his breath and allow his heart rate to return to a normal pace.
Once the euphoria faded, there was another wave that hit him — disgust.
He looked around the van. There was cum everywhere. On his thighs, on the floor, somehow he managed to hit the back of the drivers seat with it.
He sighed and leaned forward to grab a pile of McDonalds napkins sitting on top of the console between the two front seats. He wiped the cum from his hand first, then his thighs and around the base of his softening cock.
His hair fell forward as he leaned down to pull his pants up — that’s when he noticed it.
There was cum in his hair too.
“Ugh.” He screwed up his face in disgust and grabbed another napkin to wipe it away.
After he’d used up every last flimsy napkin for the dirty job he sat back and assessed his work. It was a satisfactory job, though he realized he really ought to get some sort of trash bag to keep in the car.
As he sat there in the silence of his van there was another feeling that overcame him — hunger.
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Eddie managed to sneak back into the building just in time to swing through the lunch line. He grabbed a plastic tray from the stack, sliding it along the counter. The kitchen was practically empty. In fact it wasn’t until Eddie tapped his lunch tray on the counter that one of the lunch ladies even noticed he was there.
She looked up at him from the mashed potatoes she had just saran wrapped and sighed. Eddie looked at her with the most pitiful eyes he could muster and she came over, peeling back the saran wrap to plop a serving of mashed potatoes onto his tray followed by a generous helping of gravy. She turned toward another wrapped container and grabbed a fresh pair of tongs to dole out one of the last Salisbury steaks.
“Much appreciated,” Eddie said graciously.
He took his tray, walked swiftly toward the Hellfire table and plunked himself down in his usual seat at the head of it.
“Hey man, what took you so long?” asked Jeff.
“Yeah dude lunch is like, half over,” said Gareth with a little laugh.
“I uh,” Eddie stalled, his mind blanking, completely unsure of what to say, “Had to get something out of my van. Why the fuck does it matter?”
Gareth put his hands up and raised his eyebrows in a joking sort of way, “Just asking, dude, jeez.”
Eddie unwrapped his plastic utensils, reflecting that in hindsight he probably should have stopped at the restroom to wash his hands. He was thankful it wasn’t pizza day.
Jeff flicked at his empty milk carton, making it spin. “So I was telling Gareth that I think we should have some extra band practices this week.”
“Yeah, we could probably tighten up Hand of Doom a bit more. It was a little sloppy last night,” added Gareth, “You wanna come over after school?”
“I’ve got tutoring after school, it’s a Wednesday,” Eddie said with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
Gareth’s eyes lit up, “Oh yeah that’s right. Lucky son of a bitch,” he said, giving Eddie a playful shove against his arm.
“Yeah how’d you score that deal?” asked Jeff.
Eddie sawed at the Salisbury steak with his flimsy plastic knife, “It’s obviously ‘cause I’m so fucking brilliant .”
Gareth snorted, “Wish she thought I was brilliant enough to spend one-on-one time with, she’s pretty hot.”
The table responded in lewd chuckles and nods. Eddie glanced down at his mashed potatoes, offering a weak smile to join in with the others as his heart beat faster.
“Yeah well, stick around for an extra two years, then maybe you can join the gifted and talented club,” he said sarcastically, shoving a bite into his mouth.
The steak, which was a generous thing to call it, was cold. He was too hungry to really care though. He thought of you again, leaving the noisy cafeteria behind as his mind wandered to a restaurant somewhere in another timeline. You would of course be wearing some strappy little number, laughing at his jokes in the candlelight. You would talk about your writing and use words that he vaguely understood and he would just sit there and smile.
Jeff flicked his empty milk carton across the table. It tumbled in front of Eddie, splattering the last of its contents as it bounced off his lunch tray before hitting the floor.
The table erupted in laughter.
Eddie swallowed and sighed.
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For the first forty minutes of his time with you it was all Eddie could do to keep his eyes on the history textbook in front of him as you pointed out key paragraphs and details that would likely come up on a test. Eddie wrote them down hastily in his beat up spiral notebook, looking up occasionally just to catch your fingers moving delicately across the pages.
This would be a challenge on any given day, but since it was difficult for either of you to read the textbook upside down, today he was seated beside you, and that made it exponentially more challenging.
You were doing that thing that thing where you would bite your lip in concentration as you skimmed through the text. It was all he could do not to stare.
Instead he focused on where his pen met the paper, trying especially not to think about the mess he made in the back seat of his van. He felt absolutely filthy.
He was close enough to smell you. The scent of your shampoo, your laundry detergent mingled with the warm, natural notes of your skin. He wanted to wrap himself up in it. He inched his face closer to the textbook, and your hand, as you pointed out a line about the senate in ancient Rome.
A lock of his hair fell forward and brushed the back of your hand, but to his surprise you did not pull away. Instead your face inched closer to the textbook. So close he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He couldn’t help but glance up. Your eyes met his for just a moment and he swore he saw your cheeks turn a deeper shade.
Your eyes shot over to the clock on the wall. “I have to get going a little early today. I’m having dinner at my mom’s tonight,” you said, clearing your throat a little. “Though if I’m being totally honest I’d much rather be here.”
Eddie sat back in his chair, brows knitting in confusion. “Can’t be that bad, can it?”
“It wouldn’t be if my mom didn’t invite this guy who I haven’t seen since middle school. Family friend, well, his mom is her friend anyway. She’s trying to set us up or something,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Eddie felt a prickle of possessiveness shoot down his spine. “Can’t you just tell her no?”
“Trust me, I want to but it’s tricky with my mom. It’s hard to explain. I just try to keep the peace. If there’s one thing she has no shortage of it’s opinions about what’s best for me.”
“Well, you’re a big girl now. You can make your own decisions.” The words escaped his mouth before he had time to consider them. He was relieved to see the smile in your eyes.
“You’re not wrong,” you said thoughtfully, “You know, moving back home wasn’t even my first choice. I have some friends in Chicago, I could have gone there. Mom thought it would be better for me to be closer to family and honestly I was such a wreck at the time I couldn’t even argue.”
Eddie folded his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing with concern.
“I mean at first it was comforting being someplace familiar, but at the same time it’s just…” you shook your head, trailing off. “I’m sorry. We should really be focusing on your schoolwork, not my personal life.”
“It’s fine. Besides, your life is way more interesting than ancient Rome anyway,” he said, he wondering for a moment if that was too forward to say.
You sighed, offering him a weak smile. “I certainly wouldn’t say that, and trust me I’m the one living it,” you said with a little shake of your head. “I mean I’m flattered you think so, but we should focus on getting you caught up before the test on Friday.”
He watched your hand as you tucked your hair behind your ear, the soft curve of your eyelashes as you glanced down at his textbook. There was a trouble behind your eyes. A sadness that he wished he could mend.
Instead he just scooted closer to you and picked up his pen as you thumbed through the pages.
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TYLER GALPIN AS DAD (〃ω〃) X WEREWOLF!READER
Tyler was scared when you told him that you were pregnant. You had been feeling sick for a couple of days, really tired, not feeling like attending to any of your classes. Your first thought was that maybe a full moon was coming, but you checked your lunar calendar and the next one was in more than three weeks so that couldn't be. Then you thought that you catch a cold. The weather was really cold and Enid always forgets to close the windows properly. But once you didn't get your period, oh, you worried because since the first time you transformed your period became so regular and you hadn't missed it a single time.
But he wasn't scared because of how this could affect your relationship. The idea of leaving you alone never went through his mind, not a single time. He wanted to do it with you, he wanted to be by your side, he wanted you to be sure that you were ready for this. What scared him was his dad's reaction. A child with an outcast and at his age. Tyler truly became his father's worst nightmare.
Ever since she was born, she was the most loved baby in the world. She barely cried, only when she was hungry. Most of the time she was just sucking on her pacifier, looking at both of you with those big green eyes just like her dad's.
Sometimes it was too hard to know if you were doing good. Although Tyler's father made it hard, your family did help you a lot. And Tyler was the most loving partner you could've asked for. He was always reassuring you that you were doing great, that your daughter adored you, and that your girl would be just as brilliant as you. Tyler had been always there. During your pregnancy, he made sure that you were feeling well all the time: massages, bubble baths, delicious meals... You used to say to him that you didn't know how to repay him for all the things he had done for you, but he'd answer that you being by his side carrying your daughter was more than enough.
If she cried at night, Tyler would insist on him taking care of her. He would hold her in his arms and hum a lullaby until she fell asleep again. The truth was that the night song did nothing to her and that the only thing she needed was just to be in his arms and Tyler's kisses on her head. When she was big enough, Tyler would take her to your shared bed, oh and she loved it. She could play with Tyler's fingers until she fell asleep, and he would wait for her to do it before he went back to sleep as well. She'd always end up snuggling on your side thanks to how warm you always were. Waking up and seeing you both sleeping by his side was definitely one of the best parts of Tyler's days.
People talked about you in Nevermore, and they didn't say nice things. Luckily you had a lot of other loving people who supported you. Of course, they were shocked when you told them, but they all quickly became the most supportive friends. Bianca and Xavier were all day making sure that no one dared to look at you in the wrong way or say the slightest offensive thing about you. Wednesday did the same thing as them but in her own way (that way making her end up in Weems' office multiple times). Enid and Ajax were more of an emotional support. And above them all, you had Tyler.
You and your daughter basically lived with Tyler. You got a permission from Weems that allowed you to leave the Academy when you needed with the condition that didn't stop studying for your classes and that you took your exams. Living together with Tyler's dad wasn't always the easiest, especially the first months when he only helped you when it was a matter of life or death. That situation with Mr. Galpin only added more difficulty to the first-time-teenage parenting thing. But even though he didn't like the idea of Tyler being a teenage dad, Mr. Galpin never closed the door of his house to you and your daughter.
A few days after you gave birth, you found Mr. Galpin tickling your daughter's belly and talking to her with a high-pitched voice, and that's when you realized that he was finally starting to accept it.
The first time you transformed after giving birth to your daughter was painful as fuck. Nine months without doing it had to have a consequence. Enid helped you to get to Tyler's house, her arms around your body holding you as strong as she could and helping you to walk. "We're almost there, y/n, come on." She'd say to you.
Tyler spent that whole night awake waiting for you to arrive. He made sure that your daughter was sleeping in her crib. He'd visit her every five minutes to check that she was well tucked in, that she wasn't hungry, and that she was still sleeping. By the time you arrived he made sure that he had cooked something for you and Enid to eat, and that he had the first aid kit nearby in case you were hurt.
While working at the Weathervane you always had an eye on your daughter. Most of the time she was coloring some drawings she made with the paints that Xavier gave her. Other times she was playing around with her toys, showing her plushies to the customers. Tyler and you would apologize afterward to them for your daughter bothering them, but at some point, you both started to think that most of them came back to the Weathervane just to see your baby girl again.
Tyler made her afternoon snack himself every time. She'd just sit on the table by herself, with her small legs swinging and waiting for her daddy to bring her favorite smoothie, or her fruit salad, or a chocolate milkshake, or a piece of her favorite cake.
Oh, she loved when Nevermore allowed students in Jericho because she knew that she was gonna get the tightest hug from Enid, more gifs from Xavier, a lot of compliments from Bianca, and a pat on her head from Wednesday. She loved when the two girls sat with her at the table so she could show them the drawings that she made during that week.
All the love you gave her, she accumulated inside her tiny little body to show it to other people and of course to you two as well. Love to her is playing with Wednesday's braids, and trusting Xavier and Ajax enough to let them give her piggyback rides. It's also giving Enid the most colorful drawings in the world, and letting Bianca take her to the park. Tyler taught her the words 'hug' and 'kiss' so you both could ask for them and the little girl could know what you wanted, but you never had to do it because she was all over you two all the time: reaching out her little arms and closing and opening her hands so you could pick her up, hiding in her daddy's neck, and waking you up by sucking on your cheek as a kiss the morning after you transformed.
Sometimes you and Tyler were too tired after your shifts but you always had time for your daughter: to take her to the park, to play with her once you got home, to prepare her a bubble bath and put all the bubbles in her head (you and Tyler ending up all soaked because of how energetic she is).
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Wednesday Goes Enid Hunting [Part 4]
Wenclair - Slight Yandere Wednesday Addams (She falls victim to the Addams' Curse) - Takes Place After The Crackstone Incident
[Enid runs through the forest, jumping over overgrown tree roots and dodging large rocks and bushes so her clothes do get caught in the twigs. With her keen hearing, Enid can hear Wednesday closing in on her. Enid locks her teeth as she runs even faster before sliding to a stop and hiding behind a huge tree to catch her breath. Enid pants to calm her racing heart as the sound of footsteps closing in on her location stops suddenly.]
Wednesday (Looking around the forest for any sign of Enid - seeing nothing): You know I'm going to find you, Enid Sinclair; your fate was sealed the moment my curse chose you as my eternal partner. (Opens her gun and loads more darts) I have to admit, you are giving me a proper hunt; I couldn't ask for a better outing before the school season ends. (Closes the gun) Tell me, Cara Mia - do you know why I want to hunt you so badly? It's because your 'family' doesn't deserve you. They have disregarded your emotions and existence for too long and now that you have embraced the creature within you - on a Blood Moon, no less - they suddenly want to be in your good graces. They don't deserve you, Enid. They never have.
[Wednesday starts walking around - her raven eyes searching for any kind of movement with a smirk on her face as her finger hovers over the sensitive trigger of the gun.]
Wednesday: You are a very special person to me, il mio potente lupo. You are like a rare gem that only appears once in a blue moon - or in our case, every Blood Moon. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were meant to play a significant role in my life, but I tried to ignore it. Goody once told me that, as the Raven of the Addams Family, I was meant to be alone. However, when we had our argument and you chose to spend the night with Tanaka, something broke inside me, and for the first time, I realized that being alone was not enough. Then came the night when Crackstone was revived, and the Hyde tried to kill me. Despite everything I had done to hurt you, you never turned your back on me. You accepted me for who I am, with all my flaws and imperfections. And after we defeated our enemies, you held me close and gave me warmth and comfort. I can't let those unworthy people use you for their own gain, exploiting your power. Your power belongs to you, and you belong to me.
[Enid looked at the ground as she listens to Wednesday's Words - she could feel her heart beating faster when she heard the gun cock again and she dodged just in time for the dart to land in the trunk of the tree, causing the wolf to run again.]
Wednesday (Watching Enid run away with a smirk on her face): Run for me, Enid! Let me prove my worth to you! (Chases after Enid)
Broken Truth: Oh, before I forget. Translations:
Cara Mia - My Darling in Italian
il mio potente lupo - my powerful wolf in Italian
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Ghostly confessions
Last part of the mute series
“You can talk– why aren't you talking to me?”
Wednesday x fem! Reader
It was the coldest day of the year.
Even with the fluffiest blankets wrapped around you, it seemed as though you could never get enough. Frosty winds ripped through the naked branches of the woods, and the snow that once felt soft like cotton had turned hard and unforgiving, piling up until everything was covered in white carpets.
It felt as if the world had shut down. No traces of life could be found in the woods– the ruthless temperature coaxing everyone into a long, sweet pause of their life.
Your back against the wall, you grip on the blanket tightened, biting your rough, deserted lips as the cold crawled into your skin. Your breath shook as you breathed it out, and your limbs grew stiff by the chilly air.
The cold seemed to shut you down, too.
For the last few days, you spent the day skipping class, huddled up against the wall, crying until you couldn’t.
You tried to find comfort in your arms around yourself, tried to bury yourself in the forgetful snow. Usually, silence would calm your disordered thoughts– but this one didn’t.
It threw you into a stormy ocean, and you had no idea where to go without a compass leading you.
You were lost in the vast field of nothing.
“You can’t stay in there forever!” A muffled voice called out from the other side of the door, making you roll your eyes. It was your friend, again.
You pretended you were sleeping– again.
“I know you’re awake.” She sighed, then waited for your reply, only to get silence for an answer.
“Well, You have tons of assignments you have to make up. Don’t ask for my notes” you could hear her running out of patience, and winced at the bitterness in her tone. Perhaps you pushed it too far?
With that, you could hear her turning away, her footsteps fading out. You let out a sigh– your friend finally left you alone.
However, a knock at your door interrupted your short-lived celebration. You ignored it, as always. But when the person knocked again, and again, your patience ran out, making you shout,
“Go away!”
You figured it was your friend playing with you, but paused once you realized that she wasn’t the type to prank you like this.
So who was this mysterious person?
Thumping over to the door, you swung the door open– rather aggressively. A soft gasp escaped your lips when your eyes locked with hers.
Her. The one who broke your heart, but who was also your hero. Her who threw you in the middle of the ocean– her who left with the stolen compass.
After the momentary silence, your lips finally cracked open, and you found your voice again.
“..What are you doing here?”
There was something in your voice– though you couldn't pinpoint what. So many mixed feelings swirled in your chest, and it was colored with red, purple, green, with every hue of the spectrum.
She didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t she saying anything?
“You can talk– why aren't you talking to me?”
A wave of frustration and slight anger washed over you. You heard how she talked to other people, so why not you?
Why?
The anger turned into sorrow, and sorrow turned into insecurities. You were being dramatic, you knew. But the waves of emotions opened your mouth, and you were rambling without thinking.
“Do you hate me that much?” You whispered, your head now hanging low as your eyes tinted red again. You really thought you were done crying for the week.
“Did I do something wrong? Why are you like this to me?”
“I tried so hard, and you didn’t–” You breathed in.
This conversation is going nowhere, you realized.
“I loved you, Wednesday.” You said, your hands forming a fist. “If you didn’t like me, you could’ve just told me so. I know you knew about my feelings way back.”
You didn’t dare look at her. You probably looked like a mess, and you were afraid that if you stole a glance of her, your feelings would come crashing down, making you regret all the things you said.
But then, Wednesday brought her hands up to your chin, forcing your eyes on hers. Your eyes widened at the sudden motion.
Your assumptions were correct; because yes, your feelings did come crashing down, and you did regret all the things you spewed out.
With a matter of seconds, you stepped back, freeing yourself from her grip, and turned to run. Run– leave all the problems behind, running away like a loser you were.
And just as your fingers touched the door handle, a voice pierced through the silence, and it rang,
“I love you.”
Immediately, you froze in your tracks, slowly turning around to face the raven haired girl.
Seeing your round eyes, she cleared her throat, looking away. “Our feelings are mutual.”
The waves of the ocean stilled– and, what?
“What?” You managed to let out. You watched as the girl clenched her jaw, actively avoiding your gaze.
“You heard me the first time.”
It wasn’t just her confession, it was something else. Like a burst of emotions that came with her words– and it suddenly clicked– she was your soulmate.
She was your soulmate– of course she is!
“You’re–” You stumbled over your words, too shocked to say anything.
“Your soulmate.” She finished for you, “Yes, I’m your soulmate– and you are mine.”
Ah, yes. Wednesday Addams, the girl who broke your heart, the girl who saved you, was your soulmate.
“I’m not.. good with these kinds of things. I wasn’t aware of what I should do until last week happened.”
The unfortunate accident in the coffee shop. Yes, you remember.
“No one’s going to touch you like that anymore.”
With starry eyes, you met her eyes— her awfully deep, black eyes. When her gaze softened on yours, you couldn’t help holding your breath. Oh.
Oh, you’re falling in love again.
Your eyes subconsciously flicked over to her plump lips, before traveling back to her eyes.
“I’m not letting them.”
Oh no, you’re falling in love again.
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when you’re in a rush to finish this series bc I’m literally gonna be in a dorm in 45 min..:)
so sorry for the rushed ending, I wish I had more time to finish this.
Cant believe it’s over :( I’m gonna miss these two.
see you in a month everyone! I love you all <33
Don’t forget to check out the epilogue too :)
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💔😭🛌🥣🤢🤮 for one of your boys? 🖤
This is a great one, thank you! From this ask game.
The trio has a movie night with Isaiah stress sick all day until it finally downs at him. Vomiting, angst, heartache and lots of comfort.
Movie night
It started with the phone call.
"Your brother is back in town."
That was all it took. A friendly warning from Sonny that Hector was back from his exchange semester. They would probably meeting again at the nearest wolf event. If he didn't go they would meet at the next one.
There would be no avoiding Hector anymore.
That was alright. They knew how to get along civilialy. Right?
After getting the call, Isaiah couldn't eat. He hated how it messed up his whole day. His focus was shot, he kept forgetting what he was planning to do. While reading his preparation texts for uni the letters swam in front of his eyes and he didn't dare send any coordinating emails for work when he was so confused.
He stayed at home, pacing the apartment and fighting the lingering nausea that just accompanied him everywhere. He didn't dare to eat, just keeping hydrated. It was the weirdest feeling. He felt restless and tired and the same time. Waiting for something to be over that there was no running from.
His self-pitying parade ended when Seline and Matthew came home.
"I got the popcorn and Matthew got the cola!" Seline said instead of a greeting. "So I hope you got that free evening we talked about."
"Free evening?" Isaiah asked, confused. Damn, what else did he forget today?
"Yes. It's Wednesday. Our movie night. Remember?"
Ah right. Seline kept coming up with these ideas where they would all see or meet each other regularly doing activities together. It was like she was afraid they would drift apart before they even got close.
In the name of bonding time, she came up with traditions for starts and ends of semesters, holidays, conclusion of exam season and regular common events.
It was heartwarming in effort, a little awkward in its schedule. But they all agreed it was justified. Isaiah lived alone since he was 18 and he didn't talk with his family properly since that day. Matthew spent his teenage years in a boarding school.
Seline was the only one with a nice stable family - if the daily calls to her mom and weekly visits she came all happy from were anything to go by - but since she didn't live in Vienna until this year and out of many other complicated reasons, she had very few friends in the city itself.
Isaiah got the impression she was on a quest to change this, and it was a purposeful decision she was doing her best planning and preparing for.
He couldn't be angry, and he couldn't say no to that effort. Even if having a movie night was the last thing on his mind. His chest was feeling tight, probably from the angsting he was doing all day and the nausea was still very much there although his stomach hurt from hunger.
It was horrible to come to terms with his heart issues because he pushed his emotions and shadow down so successfully for years after moving out, it became his weak spot. If there was anything stressful or upsetting, it went right there. The damage was done, permanent. The doctor he saw about it said it was very rare for shadow wolves to contract such lasting issues in life. Shadows could heal anything aside silver - but they couldn't heal damage they caused themselves. And this was a gradual one, caused over time, little tears around the heart valve that wouldn't to away anymore.
That one was entirely on Isaiah.
He didn't tell anyone. It would be entirely discrediting for all the packs if they knew he had such an injury, such obvious weakness. They would tear him to pieces or never take him seriously again. His influence would be shot.
Only Matthew knew a little. Since that unfortunate day when he helped him home and watched him get sick. Though Isaiah didn't really explain and didn't know how serious it was at the time.
Isaiah didn't realize all the preparations were ready as he sat on the couch in thought. He was really out of it today to not join in any way.
Seline made the pop corn, Matthew brought the big cola bottles and before Isaiah knew how it happened, he had a glass of it pushed into his hand. The lights were shut and the beginning of Mad Max: Fury road started to play.
"You picked this for us so we would have some action?" Matthew asked, stretching on the sofa completely with a handful of popcorn gathered in his hand.
Seline glared at the lack of a bowl, but seated herself across Isaiah in the corner of the sofa.
"This movie is so much more than mere action. I admit the plot is simple, but that's so you can focus your attention on all the details of the worldbuilding. There are amazing social themes about humanity, apocalypse, reactions, dictatorship, oppression, brainwashing and power of friendship, redemption. The brutality of the fights and the agressive music contrast with the small moments of kindness and softness..."
Seline got into her triad as the titles started playing.
Isaiah held his glass stiffly. He didn't want to be here. Somehow until now he didn't realize how intrusive it would be to live with others. He liked company and was good with people on a normal day, but he had days like these too and he didn't...it was very stupid it didn't connect until now. That he wouldn't be able to have lonely evenings of suffering in peace, that his secrets would be held under scrutiny, that his presence would be demanded and expected.
He wanted to be left with his dark thoughts, heart episodes and damaged family ties in peace.
He also couldn't leave without breaking a promise and alarming them that something was wrong.
The only thing he managed to come up with was to slide down from the couch onto the floor, leaning his back against it. At least a bit of privacy.
The cola in his hand smelled sweet and inviting and it was supposed to help with stomach issues, right? He took a few sips, feeling the rush of sugar calming his hunger pains.
It calmed him a little. Seline kept stopping the movie to underline some kind of important cue or meta fact. Matthew was getting crazy angry over it, except he talked right through the movie, when commenting or exclaiming suddenly about a well made fight scene.
Isaiah actually relaxed for a bit, getting his mind of things as he listed. He wasn't getting much from the movie, it was all too fast and colourful, but he was feeling marginally better.
So it was to is utterly surprise when the nausea returned. His stomach was bubbling angrily with the few mouthfuls of cola, sloshing painfully.
It wasn't fair. He wasn't even overthinking this anymore!
Isaiah tried to take deep breaths and calm himself down. If this was simply from stress, maybe it would go away soon.
Then his stomach gave a light squeeze. Liquid shot up his throat, the taste of cola flooded his tounge. He tried to swollow it down, but it surprised him so much he gasped and the sugary vomit spilled out, right down his front.
There was no warning, no sound, no fight. One minute he was fine, fighting the roiling liquid down and the next it dripped from his chin at the small splash in the center of his chest.
Isaiah was mortified, body going rigid. He had no idea how that happened. No heaving, no warning. He didn't feel any worse than he did the whole day, aside the constant dull ache in his stomach.
Did he seriously just throw up on himself in the middle of a movie?
The only saving grace was the fact no one seemed to notice. Seline and Matthew were too invested in the loud action of the movie and he was hidden away from direct sight, sitting on the floor like that.
He could simply get up and disappear into the bathroom. Change his clothes and act like nothing happened. It was just a little accident. Not like anybody had to know.
Except then he felt the liquid shoot up his throat again, the force accompanied by an agonising stab in his middle. All he managed was to hang his head over himself as it sprayed out of his mouth. Just a small sip of black liquid joining the first splash. His teeth felt sticky and eroded from it.
His body gave a whole-bodied shudder. His right hand hovered about his chest, but he felt paralysed by the disgust of it all. He who thought himself so good in control? This was so humiliating and gross...
A quite pitiful sound escaped him then, something between a sob and a sight. He wanted to fall down the floor and disappear.
And it had such an easy solution, if he just made himself get up already. No chance though, his body was locked up and frozen in place.
His heart was beating in his ears, painful electric impulses. The nausea was ever-present, only rising with his pulse and his stomach was doing flip flops for no reason.
"Hey, Isaiah? Are you paying attention?" Seline asked, interrupting his haze.
Isaiah gulped and nodded, hoping that would satisfy her. His ears were ringing, so he only half-heard the film. His stomach hurt, curled around itself like around a fist.
"Isaiah?" She asked tentatively and stopped the movie.
The room fell in uneasy silence. Isaiah's panting breaths sounded too loud against it.
And then something even worse happened. Matthew stretched out behind himself to turn on the switch, basking Isaiah's complete emberassment in bright light.
Isaiah shut his eyes against the onslaught of artificial rays, hanging his head and panting through rising panic.
"What the hell-" Matthew grumbled in surprise.
"Isaiah? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Seline's voice was melted honey, the softest sound he ever heard.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his hands against his eyes, hopefully hanging his head low enough to hide the worst of the mess on his chest. "Please, don't look at me." He sounded as pathetic as he felt. Just great.
"Isaiah," she cooed and he heard her sliding down the couch next to him. Cold hands were suddenly at the side of his face, her fingers in his hair, stroking his curls gently. Since he didn't slick them back today they were more wavy around his face, sticky with sweat.
"Does your belly hurt? Do you feel sick? What is it?" She asked, not pulling away from his hair.
Isaiah just shook his head, bowing further.
"Matthew, can you get me some paper towels," Seline said, voice soft but decisive. He heard Matthew's hurried footsteps on the floor. He didn't bother to look for his shoes before he went.
"Sweetie, please look at me," Seline said, treading her fingers through his overwarm, wet hair. "It's alright. You are okay."
Isaiah hid his face in his hands. The splutter of cola felt cold against his chest as it dried off and the smell of it mixed with stomach acid irrated his nose. He wanted to curl up on the floor and disappear.
This was so humiliating. With the silver poisoning, at least he was too out of it and it was too serious, serious enough to warrant his failure of senses. But this was just unforgivable, weak and repulsive. He felt so repulsive-
"Sweetie, come on. It's okay. Nobody is angry. Please, believe me." Seline slid closer to him, leaning her shoulder against his, one arm coming up around him to pull him against her, while the other kept stroking his hair.
"I'm sorry, I don't know- I don't-" His shoulders hitched with the sob. Selined leaned even closer, as if not disgusted by the the mess and the smell or by the display. She was full on hugging him now, her head against his neck.
"Shhh. You don't have to apologise, sweetheart."
Isaiah finally dropped his hands from his face, all pale and sweaty. He needed to see her, to make sure she wasn't joking. "Look at me, Seline. How can you-? I'm disgusting-"
As he turned his head he met her stare, bright baby blue eyes just centimeters from his. This was the closest their faces ever were together.
"Don't say that, sweetie. Darling. Dearest. Honey."
Isaiah huffed out a tiny laugh. He couldn't help it. He was a mess, and she was holding him, calling him all those weird sweet things, pressing herself against him as if nothing of that was true, as if his state wasn't absolutely unforgivable and sickening...
And she was doing it with that familiar fiery stubbornness and in that soft steely voice he couldn't resist.
Isaiah leaned his forehead against hers, just for a second forgetting how disgusting it all was. Just accepting the comfort, the touch, the blooming smell of her, like jasmine and peppermint.
He breathed in and out, only now realizing he could do it slow and proper again. His chest wasn't tight and pulsing anymore, and the pressure in his stomach eased up to exhausted but bearable soreness.
He waited for Matthew to get back with a fresh shirt and the towels, wrapped in her presence and reassurance.
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Heyy!!
I was wondering if you could do a Wednesday X Reader fic where R is similar to Wednesday, she's cold and puts on a mask. Anyway she's seen as someone who doesn't care because she has tattoos and is quite strong and tall but what people don't know is the tattoos cover scars from her parents and that could be why she wanted to get big and strong. But when the parents come to nevermore, Wednesday is with her family chatting and R and her parents are arguing in front of everyone until R mum or dad slap her round the face. Everyone sees. And R just clenches her jaw and walks away reallyyy angry and maybe she punches a wall or a mirror and Wednesday asks about it and patches her up. If you want you could do another bit where R then has a shower but forgets Wednesday is there and comes out in a sports bra and shorts or something and you can decide what Wednesday does. Sorry for ranting. You don't have to do it!!
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Word count: 2.0K
Summary: request above
Warnings: some angst, mentions of abuse, swearing
Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader
I loooved this request! Hope you like it! 🖤✨
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You have always been aware of the reputation people gave you in Nevermore Academy and tended to stay away from you. You never really understood why, but maybe it was because of you being tall and body pretty toned for being a girl, plus both your arms and neck as well were filled with tattoos. Everyone thought you were just some criminal but no one ever stopped to ask how you were doing, which was actually utter shit. No ever even stopped to ask what your tattoos meant, not that you would’ve answered but still, it would be nice having some kind words said to you and it has been years since someone did. What people didn’t know though was that your tattoos were the result of your parents abuse on you. Ever since you were a kid they would beat you up and not just with punches and kicks, if you know what I mean.
They would tie you up and basically torture you, they were freaking sadistic people that would take out their frustrations on their own daughter. That’s what the tattoos were for, to cover the scars. However you were only tattooed in arms and neck because no one would ever see the rest of your body, so there was no use to cover that as well. As much as you were tall and strong though, you always submitted to your parents, Because they threatened you to kill you, and they would certainly do that if they had the chance, so you didn’t want to test them and as much as you hated your life, you didn’t want to die before having at least been in love once. Hard you might say.
At around mid semester a new girl showed up. Short, black hair and clothes, hair tied up in braids and no emotions on her face. She kinda looked like you, though without the tattoos. Slowly all of you in the school learned that she just wasn’t a fan of showing emotions and that she has always been this cold towards people. Despite being like you, everyone revolved around her, they all wanted to be with her even if she threatened them to kill them. What did they find in her that you didn’t have? At least you didn’t threaten to kill people. No one had actually spoken to you but if they did, they’d realize that you’re not as dark as your reputation says.
“What’s up with the tattooed girl?” Wednesday asked her roomie, Enid, once they were in the quad eating lunch. You were sitting on your own at a table. “Oh she? Better stay away from her.” Enid said, trying to avoid your eyes, unlike Wednesday who was staring at you from afar. “Why? What’s her ability?” The ravenette asked curiously. “No one’s ever seen her but people say she can master fire. We tend to stay away from her because looking at her… well she looks like she could kill someone.” Wednesday tilted her chin upwards as she kept on staring at you. “Fascinating.” Wednesday was really interested in you. Your look and your appearance was enough to make anyone scared, but she seemed to be interested in you.
You were in your botany class, sitting alone when a certain brunette sat down next to you. “Aren’t you scared of me like everyone else?” You asked her, ironically. According to you, if only people knew you they’d realize that there’s nothing to be scared of about you. You knew exactly who she was and she knew who you were. “Why would I be?” You smirked, turning to look at her “because I can “set all the school on fire” if I wanted to” you said mimicking what everyone else said, also using a different tone of voice. “Fucking idiots” you muttered between gritted teeth as you laid your head on your hand, almost to support it. “I wouldn’t mind it.” She said almost monotonously, an expression that made you scoff. “What do you want Addams?” You asked her nervously. You knew people came to you with a scope, not just because they wanted to get to know you.
“Do you have like a death wish or something?” You asked her, still mocking what the whole school said about you. “As much as the topic of death interests me I’m not here for that.” She stated, turning to look at you. Her posture perfect, back straight and arms crossed on her chest. “Then leave if you don’t want to burn alive.” She was quick to smirk at your answer. “I just want to get to know you. If you’re really that scary like people say, at least they’ll finally leave me alone if they see me talking to you.” Of course another people wanted to use you. “Yeah well it did seem weird that you just wanted to get to know me. I know that there was something else behind it.”
Surprisingly enough you did grow close with Wednesday. She was really a nice person to be around even if her ways were a bit… dark, but You understood her creepy sense of humor. Both of you never really opened up to each other but ever since you started spending time with her, people started seeing you smile, oddly enough. It wasn’t something you’d do all the times, but with her around you didn’t mind that. When you were sitting alone for lunch she’d sit with you instead of sitting with Enid and the others. Unlike what she told you, she still did make some friends. One day though, she invited you to eat with her other friends. You were a little skeptical and so were they but both of you accepted. You sat at the end of the bench and minded your own businesses. It was almost like eating alone, until Enid started asking you questions.
“So (Y/N), what’s up with the tattoos?” She asked, you immediately felt uncomfortable. “I uh… I don’t really feel comfortable talking about it.” You replied as you moved both of your hands to brush on your own arms, almost embracing yourself. having been close to you, Wednesday had noticed the scars hidden beneath the tattoos, but she always minded her own businesses having figured out that it was something delicate, and this only confirmed her thoughts. “So you didn’t just get then because you liked them.” Xavier continued and you shook your head. “No, not at all.” You replied shaking your head and looking down. You couldn’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable after that “conversation” and eventually you got up and left the table, of course no one had noticed. And you didn’t mind that.
Parents weekend came and of course your parents would have been there, forcing you to spend time with then even though you clearly didn’t want to. Weems had just given her speech about parents weekend and you had to go find your parents. “Mother… father…” you said softly, at each parents weekend they would find an excuse to torture you again and were tired of that happening. Soon enough you started arguing with them. The three of you were yelling and especially your parents were throwing insults at you and you gathered everyone’s attentions.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU” you yelled at them with tears in your eyes, and with a lot of force he didn’t even know he had. Your father slapped you across the face, making you fall to the side because of the strength he hit you with. Everyone gasped at that and you were soon on your feet. Everyone thought you would attack them but you didn’t. “Don’t you dare say that to your parents. We raised you” he spoke “yeah, as if you even care enough about me. Fuck you” you said and walked away, hands letting out black smoke. You would have set them on fire, you have always wanted to but you had submitted to them long ago.
You ran into the forest and started punching and kicking a random tree. Hands naked, they soon started bleeding but you couldn’t care less, you needed to take out your frustrations and since you couldn’t do so on your parents you did so on trees, all while screaming and crying. Your legs started bleeding through your jeans as well but did you care? Of course not. Suddenly you heard the leaves crushing under someone’s steps and there was Wednesday. “Go away” you said you kept on punching the tree. She started walking towards you “(Y/N) you need to-“ you were quick to interrupt her. “I SAID GO AWAY” you yelled and threw fire her way, just in front of her to prevent her from coming any closer. Of course you wouldn’t hurt her.
That didn’t stop her from coming any closer. When she was next to you she took your hand in her own and that gesture made you stop. “Come to my room and I’ll help you clean up” she said with a somewhat soft tone for her usual likings. You looked at her with tears in your eyes and she let go of your hand, though beckoning you to follow her. Soon enough you were in her room, sitting on her bed as she took care of you, disinfecting your hands and legs. “Do you want to talk about-“ once again you interrupted her. “No.” She nodded and kept on cleaning your wounds, until no more blood was coming out of them.
The next day your parents had decided to make you suffer for your actions. They had been to Nevermore before so they knew where the hidden places were and took you to one, and they started torturing you. Yelling at you not to disrespect them as they cut you, hurt you even more. That day Wednesday didn’t see you nor your parents around and she had to admit she was worried. You weren’t in your room, you weren’t a school not in the woods, she was worried sick.
When it was time for the parents to leave and she saw your parents leave as well, she came rushing into your room. “(Y/N)? Are you there?” She asked searching around the room. After a few seconds you came in the room and saw Wednesday there. You were in your sports bra and shorts as you had just showered, black eye and body full of bruises, even new ones and gashes across your stomach. You had cleaned them but blood was still coming out, on your stomach and legs you had no bruises, so the scars and everything else was easy to see. “Shit did they do this to you?” She asked as she walked over to you. You couldn’t lie to her anymore so you decided to finally open up.
“Y-yeah. They have been doing so ever since I can remember.” You said and watched as she took the stuff to medicate you. “Can’t you like, rebel or something? It’s not fair, you don’t deserve this… now I get why the tattoos…” she said, you shook her head at her first question. “They forced me to submit to them. I have to wait till I’m 18 to push them away” you said and hissed when she poured disinfectant on the deepest gash on your stomach. “I’m sorry” she told you as she gently traced her fingers on your old scars. “Why are you helping me?” You asked her, and she looked at you with some kind of emotions in her eyes.
“Because for some reason I cannot fathom or indulge, I care about you, and I promise to protect you next time they come. “
#jenna ortega#wednesday#wednesday x y/n#wednesday x you#wednesday x reader#wednesday adams#wednesday adams x reader#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x y/n#wednesday addams x you#wednesday addams x reader
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childhood online friends au
LMAOOOO WEDNESDAY KILLING ENID ON SIGHT
hilarious
how does Enid feel when she realizes that Wednesday is Willa? what does Eugene say to Enid after the exchange bc I think it would be a really funny scenario
also what does Wednesday's viewers think of all of that? does she give context on who Enid is and why she just killed her LMAO
how about the others like Yoko and Bianca? did they see what happened?? what do they have to say about that?
here's the thing, when Wednesday sternly tells Enid to reread the messages, the whole thing kinda slams onto the junior detective because from what she saw-
Her not keeping contact hit Wednesday really hard.
Because from the start, you'd see a message of Wednesday asking where enid is two days after she logged off. Then again the day after, asking if she indeed got kidnapped. Then as a day passes, another sinclair send an sos if so pops in. More days past and you can just see Wednesday lowkey going through the stages of grief.
There's phrases of "dumb mutt, did you forget your password?" to "Sinclair, if this is because i didn't allow you to sell the food then you have all the right to do so next time."
There's a gap of a few months before it picks up with Wednesday mentioning random events after that. She points out how she beat this event in record time or how sinclair would've loved to see the lanterns in this event for that year.
There's guilt crawling in Enid's gut when she sees the words, "did I do something wrong?" as she scrolls through
but she doesn't confront wednesday about it. Its been about five years but she remembers that straight confrontation wasn't usually the best. Familiarity was a comfort, if she were to breach this now when she was obviously irate, it'd do something that enid didn't want
so she plays up the goofyness and Enid is so very apologetic, basically on her knees and begging for forgiveness as she explains the situation.
"im so sorry willaaaa," the words pop ontop of her character's head as she circles her wife's >:/ emoting character. "i couldn't afford to play it back then!!"
most people would forgive the other but Wednesday holds grudges, so she makes the sulking werewolf promise to play with her every two days, same time as now.
Sinclair pauses, counts how much free time she has then the message of "okk!!" pops in.
There's a silence as a dot dot dot follows up with that. "its Enid btw," the werewolf adds as she stares at the keyboard. It feels wrong because Wednesday is this public streamer and she knows WIlla's full name-
its only right willa knew hers.
"Sinclair is my last name ^^!!"
{Your Beloathed Love, Wednesday A. Logged out the game}
Enid stares, mouth agape. "IS MY NAME THAT BAD??"
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Wednesday x reader - lonely
reader in a band, and having a small concert in town and everyone shows up to support them, and Wednesday is actually enjoyinh it because it is her type of music (kinda inspired by hex girls from scoobydoo or whatever) - Anon💜
Downing the water in your hand, you looked over at the crowd and smiled to yourself. You loved the fact that the two communities had come out to help raise money for charity.
“It’s going well Huh?” Maya smiled.
You nodded your head and carried on scanning the crowd.
“She’s not here (Y/N), we’ve already looked.” Tyler sighed.
“Can’t say I’m surprised…” you mumbled.
She never did really care about anything you were doing, she never showed any sort of interest, just brushed it all off.
You looked at the guitar in your hand and passed it back to Daniel.
“Are we done?” He asked.
“No, you know that song we’ve been rehearsing? I want to play that? It seems like a good time to release it if you guys are ready?”
They all shared a look, mumbling among themselves before they finally nodded.
“Let’s do it!” Maya grinned.
She announced there would be a final song, it was unrealised and you would be sharing it with them all tonight.
Looking down at the students of Nevermore, you beamed brightly at your friends and teachers as you slowly took a deep breath.
The music started up first.
And that’s what caught her attention from the spot she was sat at behind a tree.
It was different from the energetic music that had been playing all night.
Turning to the hand next to her, Wednesday furrowed her brows a little.
“New song?” She asked.
Thing signed back, saying he thought so.
And she listened carefully, you voice was soft, gentle. Yet she could hear the raw emotions in the very first lines.
Headed back home
Boarding the plane
Like an old ghost thought I heard your name
And my heart stopped, skipped a beat for one second
Turned around, but who was I kidding?
Just a sweet girl
Was she here to save me?
Will I finally get to move on, maybe?
Quick drinks so that I can move closer
Ask her name, hoping for closure
You closed your eyes, memories of you and Wednesday flooding through your head.
So this is what it's like to be lonely?
Spending every minute thinking 'bout you
But looking for somebody else to hold me
Only hoping they will know me like you do
Get out of my mind for a moment
You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo
They say that time will heal like a potion
But time has only got me missing more of you, of you
(Lonely, lonely)
Wednesday closed here eyes and listened carefully to the words.
She understood now why she hadn’t heard the song.
It's been a few months
And not much has changed
Still check my phone to see if your name's on it
Drive past the places we used to go
Our song keeps spinning on the radio
And I know I sound a little cliché, but I
I never thought the things could change
So please, don't forget me when the summer fades
All the while, I'll be trying to replace your face
Wednesday got up and stepped around the tree, pulling her bag closer to her shoulder as she looked up at you.
It was hard to see you from the back, but she could. You had your eyes closed, and everything you were feeling in that moment was pouring out.
And she felt bad.
So this is what it's like to be lonely?
Spending every minute thinking 'bout you
But looking for somebody else to hold me
Only hoping they will know me like you do
Get out of my mind for a moment
You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo
They say that time will heal like a potion
But time has only got me missing more of you, of you
(Lonely, lonely)
(This is what it's like to be, this is what it's like to be)
(Lonely, lonely)
(This is what it's like to be lonely)
You finally opened your eyes, and somehow your gaze landed straight on her.
You both held a silent staring competition as you sang your heart out.
All I want is for you to know
That I'm sorry for all the things I didn't didn't do
All I want is for you to know
That I'm sorry for all the things I didn't didn't do
If I call you up in the middle of the night
If I send you a text asking, "How is your life?"
It's just me checking in insecure
Wondering if I exist anymore
If I say something and I started a fight
Between you and yours, yeah I'll act so surprised
Surprised, surprised
I'll need a little time
So this is what it's like to be lonely?
Spending every minute thinking 'bout you
But looking for somebody else to hold me
Only hoping they will know me like you do
Get out of my mind for a moment
You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo
They say that time will heal like a potion
But time has only got me missing more of you, of you
(Lonely, lonely, lonely)
(Lonely, lonely, this is what it's like to be lonely)
(Lonely, this is what it's like to be lonely)
As the song drew to a close, you watched in sadness as Wednesday turned around and left.
Taking a deep breath, you plastered a smile on your face and turned to the crowd.
“Thank you all for coming tonight, now we’ll open the karaoke part of the evening so feel free to jump in!” You cheered.
Everyone cheered and clapped as they went to get food and music blasted through the speakers.
Heading behind the curtain, you ran a hand through your hair.
“She really did come.” Tyler said.
You nodded.
“Sorry (Y/N).” Maya smiled sadly.
You gave a sad smile and shrugged, heading back to the trailer to sit down for a few minutes.
Walking in, you flicked the light on and nearly screamed.
Your heart flew to your chest as you stared at the couch.
“Wednesday what the hell?!” You hissed.
“I knew you’d come back here, and you scared easily.”
Rolling your eyes, you walked over and sat opposite her.
It was silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke.
“I didn’t think you’d come…”
Wednesday didn’t say anything, and you sighed to yourself.
“Come back.” She suddenly said.
“What?”
Wednesday got up and knelt in front of you, resting her arms on your legs.
“Come back to Nevermore. It is rather boring without your annoying music, and without you bursting through my door every day.”
You looked at her, giving her a little smile.
“Awe, missing me?”
You weren’t expecting a response.
“Yes.”
Your smile fell as Wednesday slowly stood up, her hands on either side of your head resting on the couch.
She leaned forward and you leant backwards.
“I miss you okay? It’s absolutely disgusting and I am ashamed to admit such things, but I miss you.”
You sighed, looking up into her eyes.
“I.. I need time…”
Wednesday slowly nodding her head as she stepped away from you.
“I understand.”
With that she left and you broke down into tears.
You wanted her back, but you needed to think about if it’s what was best for you and her.
The break up was messy, and you didn’t know if you could go through something like that again, but you loved her, but you had to think about it.
While you were sitting there your phone chimed, and you picked it up.
Wednesday: by the way, your song didn’t make me want to cut my own ears off.
You laughed softly, rolling your eyes as you set your phone back down. You closed your eyes with a smile, at least you saw her again
#Wednesday#wednesday x y/n#wednesday x reader#Wednesday x you#Wednesday imagine#Wednesday Addams#Wednesday Addams x reader#Wednesday Addams x you#Wednesday Addams imagine
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WIP Wednesday - Valentines Style
i'm not a fan of valentines. i'm not a fan of holidays, in general. but, i thought something fluffy and waffy might be nice for WIP wednesday. the coemancer crew did an art dump for valentines (sorry for not being involved, but i have almost no free time. this has been a hell month for me at work), but i'll tag them anyway @silurisanguine, @fangbangerghoul, @eridanidreams, @staticpallour, @bearlytolerant, @a-cosmic-elf, @aro-pancake, @atonalginger, @samcoesclub, and anyone else i'm forgetting.
i'm planning on publishing the next chapter on friday. it's written, but needs editing.
so, a fluffy little piece. i'm not sure if this will be part of the next chapter, or as a stand-alone vignette.
if you want to read from the beginning on ao3.
Valentines fluffy sneak peek
Hwa felt like she was on a cloud, and was grinning from ear to ear like a maniac. As she and Sam walked back to the Razorleaf, she kept looking up at him and found him looking down at her, with the same grin. “I have never really walked much around Akila. Can you play tour guide for me?” she asked.
Sam smiled, “We’ve got time. Sure.” He grabbed her hand and started leading her around, pointing out his favorite places, where he got in trouble for spray painting a wall, where he had his first kiss. She honestly was only paying half attention to him. What was really occupying her mind was him holding her hand. While they’d held each other’s hands many times before, it was always when they were alone together. She had never in her entire life held someone’s hand in public. Public displays of affection were utterly alien to her, and even something as innocent as holding hands was making her feel a bit dizzy. She felt like she was vibrating and wondered if Sam could feel it through her hand.
Hwa realized he must have, as he paused when they rounded a corner in Midtown. He peered down at her, “Are you OK?” he asked. They had stopped right next to a stairwell that was shaded from the sun. Sam pulled her into the shadows away from the pedestrian traffic.
She tried to speak, but ended up emitting a high pitched squeak instead.
“What was that?” he asked, wide eyed and laughing. “I didn’t think I caught that!”
Hwa laughed, covering her mouth and turning bright red. She tried again, “Umm…this will sound weird, but…I have never held hands with anyone in public before,” she said in an unusually high, whispery voice.
“Seriously?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes. I mean, I’ve never really been in a romantic relationship before,” she stuttered out. “Not a lot of romance going on in organized crime, frankly. At least, not for me.” She tried to affect an airy, casual voice. It came out sounding slightly hysterical instead.
“Heh, I feel like I”ve been lied to by movies and vids,” he mused. “You’ve really never been romantically involved with…anyone?”
“I told you, all relationships were transactional. I mean, sex is just sex. It has nothing to do with emotions.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s necessarily true, but I can see what you mean,” he interrupted. “So, when we’ve had sex…”
Hwa shook her head, “That was different already!” she said a bit frantically. “I was already in love with you, but I didn’t know how you felt. I mean, the attraction was there, but…”
Sam nodded, “sex is sex.”
“Yes.”
“Ok, so what is it about holding hands that has you…well, you’re kinda physically buzzing. I can feel it in your hands.”
“This feels,” and she held up his hand in hers, “this feels really, really intimate.”
“But, sex doesn’t?”
“Sex is a physical need. Biological imperative, and all. It has nothing to do with intimacy.”
Sam shook his head baffled, “I don’t know if I agree with that, but I can see what you’re saying. How is holding hands more intimate than sex?”
Hwa sighed, seeing she wasn’t making much sense to him. Frankly, it didn’t make a lot of sense to her, either. But, he asked, and she could only respond honestly. “Because holding hands isn’t necessary. It’s a choice. And, it’s a…a public choice. It’s like saying, ‘this is mine’. I’ve never had anyone…I’ve never had anyone,” here she looked at the ground, “I’ve never had anyone who wanted me.”
“Ahh,” Sam said after a moment, “sex is sex.” Hwa nodded, seeing he understood what she was saying. “Oh, Hwa, I love you. I’m madly in love with you. Do you want me to shout it to the stars? Because I will.”
She looked back up into his eyes, “No, that’s not necessary.”
He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly, which made her shake a bit. Sam looked at her critically again, “Let me guess, first kiss in public?” She nodded and blushed again. “Oh wow. Then, like…” here Sam grinned lasciviously at her, “I’m your…first?”.
“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Hwa blushed an even darker red.
“No, no! It’s cute! And, you’re even more beautiful when you blush,” he said, and with his body pushed her against the wall, deeper into the shadows.
Hwa started shaking her hands again, which Sam grabbed with one hand. With his other, he leaned up against the wall, pressing her body against it, and kissed her more passionately. He broke the kiss, and stared into her eyes, “I want you,” he said throatily.
She involuntarily squeaked again, which made Sam laugh, breaking the mood. “OK, might be a little too much?” he asked, backing off a bit. She nodded, noticeably trembling and shaking her hands. He kissed the top of her head. “What do you think of public displays of affection?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said in another squeaky voice, her eyes wide and confused.
Sam laughed and took her hand and kissed it. “You are the damndest woman,” he said, shaking his head. “Just when I think I have you figured out, you go and blow all of my ideas out of the water.” He led her back out onto the walkway, smirking, “But, I like the idea that I’m your first.”
#starfield#sam coe#fanfic#space husband#fanfiction#space cowboy#coemancer#to the shore#hwa kim#spacefarer#coemancers#the coemancer crew#valentines#wip wednesday
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