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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 months

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All the Difference

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous and Anonymous (I combined to similar requests)

Synopsis: The brothers help you through one of your frequent migraines.

Warnings: migraines, pain, honestly it’s mostly fluff. I’m no expert on migraines but I had a few in high school so I’m going off that experience, there could be some mistakes.

You went to the library of the bunker with a familiar sense of foreboding. It had started with your vision, as it always did. An annoying little spot at the corner of your eyes that was oddly blurry. It continued like that for nearly half an hour, and after that was when the pain started.

“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Sam greeted as you entered the library. His jovial tone dropped when he saw the look on your face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s happening again,” you mumbled, coming to stand in front of your brother.

“Does it hurt yet?” He asked gently, reaching out and grabbing your hands.

“Only a little,” you sighed. But it would get worse, it always did.

“Do you want to try and sleep?” Sam asked, his thumbs brushing over the back of your hands.

You shook your head.

“You wanna eat something?”

Another shake.

“Hey guys,” Dean greeted much too loudly, and Sam frowned when he saw you flinch.

“Easy man,” he chided. “She’s got a migraine.”

“Sorry,” Dean all but whispered. “How bad is it?”

“I think it’s gonna be a bad one,” you said gloomily. Bad migraines could last for days; you were in for a rough week.

“Alright, c’mon,” Dean said, grabbing his jacket.

“What?” You frowned up at him.

“No use just sitting around waiting for it to get worse. Let’s go for a drive.”

…

Dean reclined your seat before stepping back to let you get in. You did without argument, and Dean ran around the front to his own seat. The roar of the engine should’ve made you flinch, but despite how loud it was there was something comforting about the familiar sound.

Dean turned on the radio, but to your surprise it wasn’t his head-banging Metallica; instead he had one of your favorite songs, turned down low enough that it didn’t bother you.

Neither of you spoke as Dean pulled away from the bunker and started down the open road. You didn’t have to. He was humming softly to your songs, and you were relaxing in the passenger seat, lulled by Baby’s gentle purr and the soft music. Your migraine was steadily getting worse, and every bump on the road had you cringing, but all-in-all it was better than sitting in the artificial light of the bunker, moping and waiting for it to get worse.

Eventually, though, the bumps became unbearable, and so did the sunlight creeping over the hood of the Impala and reflecting past your eyes and straight into your head, like it was shining onto your migraine itself.

“Dean?” You mumbled finally, and he hummed in acknowledgement. “Can we go back now?”

“You ok?” He asked even as he swung the Impala into a U-turn.

“Hurts.” You brought your hands up to cover your eyes, but it didn’t help.

“Ok it’s ok, we’re not far, just hang in there.”

Dean lowered the volume on the radio even more, and you could tell he was taking extra care to miss the potholes lining the road. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

“Hey, Sammy? Yeah we’re headed back now. Blackout.”

“Blackout” meant that Sam would turn off all the lights in the bunker, except for some candles or dim lights to see by. You always told your brothers that they didn’t have to do it; you could always just hibernate in your room. But they wanted the whole bunker migraine-friendly whenever you were in pain, so they did it anyway.

“You doin’ ok over there?” Dean asked after he hung up. You nodded, unwilling to speak as your head pounded.

“Ok, well I want you to drink some water when we get back to the bunker. I know that won’t make it go away, but it can’t hurt either.”

You knew arguing would be futile, and you didn’t have the energy to do it anyway.

When you got back to the bunker, you waved you hand blindly for the car door, hesitant to open your eyes. You didn’t have to; your door opened up without your aid, and Dean was there, lifting you into his arms.

“It’s my head that’s broken, not my legs,” you protested even as you relaxed against your brother’s shoulder.

“Shut up,” Dean replied, and the rumble of his voice in his chest felt oddly good against your aching forehead. “I’m gonna take you to the couch, ok?”

Your head hurt too much for words or even a nod, so you just let silence be your assent.

Dean carried you into the bunker and straight to the couch, and you had to admit that it was nice without the glaring lights on.

Dean had you on the couch with your favorite fluffy blanket over you in record time, and a few minutes later he had you surrounded by water bottles as though they were guards protecting you.

“I’ve gotta head to the library and catch up on some lore,” he said finally. “So it’s Sam’s turn to play nursemaid for a while.”

“You don’t have to—“ you started, but Dean was already gone, and within minutes Sam arrived to take his place, a steaming bowl in his hands.

“I know you don’t want food,” he said before you could speak. “But you should probably get something in you, so I brought you some broth. Think you can handle that?”

You nodded wearily, hesitant to sit up. You were getting hungry, but the last thing you wanted was to give your stomach something to reject later.

“Alright.”

You groaned as Sam put a hand behind your back and lifted you to sit up.

“Yeah yeah,” he said, not sounding quite as pitying anymore. “You gotta sit up to eat.”

This brought a tiny smile to the corner of your lips, but it dropped fast as your head pounded in retribution for your movements. At your wince, Sam frowned.

“Sorry, honey,” he said softly.

“Not your fault,” you mumbled, making grabby hands for the bowl in his hands.

Once you had about half the bowl finished, you offered it back to Sam and he took it, satisfied enough.

He set it on the side table before coming to sit next to you on the couch.

“I was gonna lay there,” you protested.

“I know,” Sam said, lifting his giant hand up to pull your head down. Cradling the back of your head, he lowered you slowly to lay down, your head resting in his lap. Your eyes fluttered closed as your big brother ran his fingers feather-light through your hair.

After a few minutes, his hands left your hair, and you peaked one eye open to see him straining for a book on the bookshelf. He reached it and pulled it back, and you closed your eyes again as Sam cracked it open, before continuing to brush his fingers through your hair.

He started to read aloud, his voice loud enough so you didn’t have to strain but quiet enough that it felt soothing.

You appreciated this more than just about anything; screens were a definite no during migraines, and there were very few things that you could do to keep yourself from going insane with boredom when your head hurt too much to sleep.

That was how the whole afternoon was spent; at some point you and maybe even Sam dozed off before continuing, but for the most part he spent his whole afternoon reading to you.

After a dinner of some more reheated broth, Dean emerged from the library and came to sit with you and Sam.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean greeted. “How we doing?”

“We have a migraine,” you mumbled sarcastically.

“Oh really?” Dean quipped as he lifted your legs, sitting on the couch and then lowering your legs back down and into his lap.

“Not funny,” you huffed even as you made yourself comfortable.

The three of you lapsed into a comfortable silence for the rest of the night. Neither of the brothers went to their beds, and they didn’t offer to bring you to yours either; they knew that you wanted to be with them when you were hurting. You were certain that you could live through a million more migraines as long as you had your big brothers.

Sam taking time out of his busy life to relax with you and distract you from the pain for a bit was the best thing he could do for you. The same was true with Dean taking you out in Baby.

Though nothing they did could take away your pain, they did everything they could to make sure you could still have good times between the pain, and that made all the difference in the world.

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delumimi · 10 months

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Trouble Sleeping?

Summary: You are tired of Leon’s snoring.

Gender: Fluff.

Pairing: Death Island Leon x Reader.

A/N: I had to redo this twice ‘cause it got deleted but anyways this is so short i am sorry, I have to clarify that english isn’t my native language so I apologize for any grammar errors, enjoy!

Your marriage with Leon was all you could’ve asked for after so many years of being in love with him, 3 years of dating and now 1 freshly year of marriage, you are so grateful to have someone like Leon as a partner. You respect him and he respects you and there’s no doubt that you two love each other intensely.

However… That doesn’t mean you don’t have problems.

You were currently in your bedroom bed staring deeply at the ceiling stuck in thoughts with a strong frown on your face, sitting up a little you take a look at the clock

2:45 AM.

Leon had an annoying habit at snoring so loud at night, and you understood that he was tired after returning from missions, poor boy never gets to relax at his job but as much as you loved him, you needed to rest tonight.

Sighing, you turn to your side to observe his peaceful state, you almost felt guilty for having to wake him up but he lead you no option.

You raise your hand and place it against his mouth attempting to shut him up for once. To your surprise, Leon stirs a little in his sleep but roughly, he turns to his other side kicking his legs almost throwing you out of the bed. Snoring even louder.

This motherfucker….

Alright, challenge accepted.

You look around trying to find something until an idea crosses your mind.

Smiling wickedly, you take a small pillow and turn to his side again.

You press the pillow on his mouth carefully enough to not suffocate him as you search his face looking for any signs of discomfort but you don’t see any.

The snoring stops but now noises are coming out of his lips thanks to the pillow making pressure on it, making him look like he is beatboxing.

Okay, this was definitely it.

You pat his chest now seriously wanting him to wake up.

“Leon.” You whisper quietly so you don’t scare him as he wakes up.

But… No response.

Sighing you pat his chest harder this time.

“Leon? Wake up.” You tell him again firmly.

Still no response.

“Leon! Wake uuuup.” You start to shake his body roughly this time, getting desperate but he doesn’t react.

What is he? A bear hibernating or something?

You start to get more annoyed, Leon was never a deep sleeper but when he came back exhausted he attempted to be one, and that never irritated you… Well until now.

You are not gonna get away with this Kennedy.

You place yourself at his lap, raising your hand to gently slap him- not enough to hurt but to let him know that you are there.

“Leeeooon.” You repeat the same movements, groaning since he doesn’t wake up. You stare at the clock again.

3:05 AM.

You slap him again harder and he finally reacts, squinting his eyes a little, but just before he talks, you slap him again with such a force that his head turns to his side and you are pretty sure that if it was daytime you will be able to see the red mark on his cheek.

He looks at you so shocked… Like you killed his entire family and burned them in front of him.

“Wha- What was that for?!” He finally speaks after a moment of just looking at each other.

“I don’t know… You tell me.” I talk back at him crossing your arms in your chest.

He stays silent rubbing his eyes looking at you.

“Good morning to you too.”

“It’s 3AM Leon.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Then why would wake me up? Did something happen?” He asks confused and a little concerned looking at you still shocked about the slap thing.

“Nothing happened Leon…” You reassured him. “But did you ever realized you snore a lot?”

“Snore?” He looks at his side and then at you. “I don’t snore.”

“Yes. Yes you do, and loud.” You remark the final part. “You even woke me up, I had to slap you.”

“Okay” He paused. “I am sorry love but you didn’t had to slap me.” He rubs his cheek looking at you a little offended.

“Oh believe me. I had to.” You give him a final look before laying down on the bed, your back facing him. Sighing contently you embrace your pillow. Closing your eyes feeling the sleepiness kick in.

Finally, some peaceful sleep.

“I don’t snore loud.” You heard Leon, interrupting your peaceful state.

“Whatever you say.”

…..

“Did I seriously wake you up?” He said with a softer tone this time.

Some shuffling was heard until you feel some strong arms embracing you from behind. Pressing kisses on you neck as a way to say sorry.

“Forgive me?” He whispers.

“I will think about it…”

“I can make it up to you if that’s what you want.” He says and you feel his hands under your blouse lifting it up.

“Go to sleep Leon.” You stop his wrists from going further.

“But-“

“No way you are trying to get me to do funny stuff at 3 in the morning.” You scoffed at him.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

You heard him laugh from behind and can’t help the smile that starts forming at your lips. You turn and press a delicate kiss on his lips.

“There. You are forgiven now let me sleep in peace.” You rest your head on his chest feeling to his heartbeat, somehow it calmed you down on your rougher moments- just listening to it made you feel so safe.

“Alright m’lady.” He presses a kiss on your head pulling even closer even if that was impossible.

Surely it will be a long morning, not having your enough hours of rest always affected you but seeing Leon’s face when you slapped him, you know is worth it.

Smiling you drift off to sleep.

Or that’s what you thought.

Snores.

…….

Whatever, you weren’t even planing to have a good sleep anyway.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #capcom #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil #resident evil x you #leon kennedy x you #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy fanfic

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detydia · 9 months

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Imagine Dean Winchester x You

You absolutely not in the mood to wake up.

The morning sun had barely begun to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling the chill in the air that signaled the arrival of another cold morning.

"Hey, you up?" he called out, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You groaned from under the covers, your response muffled. "Mmm... don't wanna."

Dean chuckled, knowing exactly what that meant. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, grabbing his jeans from the nearby chair. "Come on, babe, we've got things to do."

***

He walked over to the small bathroom, giving a light knock on the door. "You okay in there?"

There was a long pause, and Dean frowned, growing slightly concerned. "Y/N?"

Finally, he heard your voice, groggy and barely audible. "I'm fine... just... don't wanna move."

Dean leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he looked at the closed bathroom door. "You've been in there for a while. Everything alright?"

You let out a tired sigh. "It's too cold outside the shower."

Dean chuckled softly, understanding your sentiment. "You want me to turn up the heat for you?"

You didn't respond immediately, but then he heard a faint, "Yeah, please."

Dean made his way to the thermostat and adjusted the temperature, making sure the bathroom would be warmer when you finally decided to come out. He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers against the surface impatiently.

Minutes felt like hours as he waited, his concern growing slightly. Finally, he heard the sound of the shower turning off, followed by the bathroom door cracking open. You emerged, wrapped in a towel and with your hair dripping wet.

Your eyes were half-lidded, and you squinted at him in the dim light of the bathroom. "Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me," he replied, concern still evident in his voice. "You alright?"

You shuffled closer, leaning against the bathroom doorway. "Yeah, just... the water was so warm. Didn't wanna come out."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle at your explanation. He stepped forward, reaching out to brush a wet strand of hair away from your face. "You're such a sleepyhead."

You gave him a weak smile, your eyes barely open. "It's too early for this."

Dean's hand slid down to your arm, and he gently tugged you closer. "C'mon, let's get you warmed up."

You allowed him to guide you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. You sank down onto the mattress, shivering slightly from the change in temperature. Dean grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and draped it over your shoulders, tucking it around you like a cocoon.

"Better?" he asked, sitting down beside you.

You nodded, your eyes starting to close again. "Much."

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You're like a little bear in hibernation."

You chuckled softly, snuggling further into the blanket. "Can't help it... it's too cozy."

Dean watched you for a moment, his heart warming at the sight of you all wrapped up and half-asleep. He couldn't deny that he found you adorable in this state – all grumpy and disheveled, yet still managing to make him smile.

"Well, if you're gonna hibernate, might as well do it properly," Dean said with a smirk, leaning over to turn off the overhead light.

The room was now bathed in the soft glow of dawn, and the warmth from the blanket and the bed created a cocoon of comfort around you. You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to Dean.

"Thanks for turning up the heat," you mumbled, your voice already growing heavy with sleep.

Dean wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "Anytime, sleepyhead."

#dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #fluff #supernatural dean #dean fluff #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x reader fluff #supernatural

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cerastes · 2 years

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Man, Invitation To Wine is, much like certain parts of Who Is Real?, very Wuxia, but way WAY more Wuxia.

Ok, first of all, I need to explain a little something: Wuxia and telenovelas are literally the same thing, except latinos like love triangles and figuring out who the baby’s true father is more than sick kung fu, which, as a latino myself, I’ll take the L for, I think China’s on the right here, hence why I watched Wuxia practically every day when I was a teen. But essentially, if you put aside that specific difference, Wuxia and telenovelas are the same damn thing: “We have underlying drama, everyone’s connected, and there’s twist after twist”.

And Invitation To Wine is quite damn literally that and I love it. The synopsis to it has you thinking “oh boy, Ling is gonna do some crazy shit...!” but then the event is Mr. Lee coming across like three different Wuxia movies, concluding in him being dragged in the middle of a deathmatch involving a retired swordsman and a pole-fighter consumed by revenge, Mr. Nothing (a Wuxia protag from another story altogether) practically getting in a fistfight with an earth-bending cop, and Miss Du trying to make her dad (the retired swordsman) fail at a job, but only a little, ALL the while the lord of the area, a taciturn man and good friend of Mr. Lee, courts another high-ranking court member in the most ancient of manners as they flirt with all the enthusiasm of teen with a Red Bull addiction yet all the initiative of a bear hibernating, so they sit there, smoldering in the most polite sexual tension possible, ALL THE WHILE Miss Ning, the high-ranking official, realizes something is up so she hires an Australian bounty hunter to steal from him to help him, which is as Wuxia as it fucking gets (sans the Australian bit, they hire Korean mercs instead). It gets SO WUXIA at one point that Dusk steps in and just puts them in timeout for like five days (painting time) because she’s more of a telenovela person I guess.

Mr. Lee was supposed to deliver one damn cup and instead ends up in the middle of a Venn Diagram of three different Wuxias, and the moment he gets SOME breathing space thanks to Dusk’s Spell Of Stop Fucking Fighting, the damn cup turns out to be cursed and takes over his body, but ONLY in the dream realm, and then they play Go (known as Weiqi in China), and Lee fucking sucks at it, and loses so bad he wins, so the evil god in the cup loses, and when he comes back to the realm of the living, the Wuxia (triple) sort of resolved itself, but THEN the super evil dragon god awakens, but not really, so they beat it, but not really, and then Ling is like “hey what’s up man” and Nian is like “hey man we gotta do something about that” and Ling is like “really?” and Nian is like “yeah” and Ling is like “fuck, man, you make a great point, let’s do this shit” and THEN some old dude shows up and he’s the Oldest and Dudest so the sisters actually listen to him, and what does he have to say? “Nian, I need a civil engineer so work I’m gonna commission you” and she’s like “shit alright man” oh btw he casually mentions there’s some dude that’s 738 years old fighting superdemons in the north of Yan? But that’s irrelevant, anyways, Nian is a civil engineer now.

So in the end, Mr. Lee, like Luigi, wins by doing nothing (the action, not the dude). He didn’t even fight once. He’s one of the damn 6 stars in the banners! We know he’s got hands! And he was involved in three Wuxias and one god-possession at the same time and didn’t even show off a single move! What a legend.

What I’m trying to say is that Invitation To Wine is the golden standard of writing.

#arknights #lee #ling #nian #dusk #I fucking love this game man

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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I'm glad you liked the fluffy thoughts :D can I share more...

well this isn't really abt domestic moments but. rather how open he'd be after you both spent a decent amount of time together in the relationship - so after you're both used to eachother's antics etc.

i think he'd start becoming a bit more affectionate/open so maybe while in the first months you asked him if he wouldn't mind cuddles orr if you gave him any type of affection and he stiffened up at first. now he's just. yes used to it. but he's a big cat. like yes give him attention. (i personally think he's touch starved but obv has his moments where he prefers to not be touched. dies vibrating w need to comfort and pamper baby if he's not alright but must respect boundaries. that said please say we're gonna cuddle later /j) you settle in his lap while he's reading a book? little kiss on the top of your head. if you nestle in his embrace he goes to heaven. oh you're behind him, pressing your lips on his nape? alright he's melting. (he def doesn't like when u kiss his neck noooo he doesn't noooo what are you talking about...) playing with his hands? you do you bby. (I WANNA PAINT HIS NAILS) oh and when it's cold you're both staying under the blankets no exceptions. you're dragging him to bed and while he might protest sometimes - the moment he's under there he's a whole different person. you're getting snuggled whether you want to or not (when you're both new to it you'll probably have to initiate,, he's not sure you want to cuddle and he's not gonna ask since he's a dummy.) and ofc when it's hot. yeah physical contact hibernates for a while lmao.

but when its cold :( i just wanna cuddle with him and listen to him talk abt coins n medicine n comics to me :( like yes be nerdy w me pls :(( resists urge to dreamily look at him while he goes on a rant abt a manual that wasn't clear enough/finding one that is very helpful n he really likes it. fails. resist urge to makeout at least. urgh i have more too idk if i should just send them in your inbox since i'm a moot 🛀 brain rotting rn.

Yes :((

Lowkey clingy/affectionate Law is so!! Because at that point it's natural w him and he doesn't think much abt it when you respect each other's boundaries/know what each other needs like pls i would pay so much money rn to curl up w him

#ㅡanswered.

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l0reenthusiast · 2 years

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“What if I Could Make The Wait Worthwhile?”

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 4 OF VENTOBER BABY

Word count: 549

“I still can’t understand how you’re able to keep a straight face when people talk about you when you’re nearby.” You said with a giggle, laying on the lap of your boyfriend. Venti laughter soon accompanied yours as you reminisced on the now ended Weinlesefest.

“To be quite honest, there have been times when someone in Mondstadt will say ‘Barbatos’ and I end up turning around thinking they’re talking to me specifically.” Venti replied. This made you burst into laughter more.

As you laughed you rolled over on your side as Venti smiled down at you softly. You never truly know, what you do to him, and perhaps you’ll never know. From the moment you confessed to him that fateful birthday, things had never been the same between you two. In a good way, of course. Even if you hadn’t confessed, he had wanted to spend an eternity with you by your side. Ever since you came into his life, he could never imagine a future without him, neither could imagine a future without the other. He had heard you speak to Jean about a possible future with him, considering she’s been married to Lisa for the longest time, and he couldn’t have been happier to stumble across that conversation.

Your laughter quickly died down as the thought of what’s soon to come crossed your mind. You sat up, a your eyes filled with sorrow.

“Are you alright, Windblume?” Your boyfriend asked, concerned.

“I know you already said this was coming, but… do you really have to go?” You asked in a whisper. The bard immediately knew what you were talking about. His hibernation. After each Weinelesefest, Venti has to go into a sort of hibernation. You both knew that this was coming, but it still didn’t lessen the pain from the da t that you wouldn’t be able to hear or speak to each other for months.

“I’m sorry Windblume, but I have to. I can’t help it as a Whisp. We both know this.” He spoke softly, attempting to comfort you. Venti took his hand and cupped your cheek, which you leaned into without hesitation. “I promise I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Sure, but… the wait is gonna be so boring. I already can’t stand a day without being with you.” You replied, attempting to lighten the mood. You placed your hand over the one Venti was using to hold your cheek, bathing in the few remaining moments you would have with him for a while.

“I know it will, but what if I could make the wait worthwhile?” Venti asked with a smile. You cocked a brow at his question, but ultimately nodded. Venti took his hand away from your cheek and stood up, extending that same hand to help you stand. You took your turn to stand as you watched Venti reach into one of his pockets, both of your hands remaining intertwined.

Venti kneeled down as he pulled the now open box out of his pocket. Tears pricked your eyes as you brought your remaining hand up to your face, covering your mouth. Venti looked at you with the most you had ever seen from him as he spoke;

“My love, my warrior, my shining star, my Windblume…

Will you marry me?”

#venti x reader #barbatos x reader #genshin x reader #marriage #proposal #genshin x reader proposal #listen #i need something to keep me occupied until thr LunASMR proposal comes out #and guess who listened to Dandelions for the millionth time while writing this lmao #weinlesefest #barbatos #idk if anyone will read the tags but #i was thinking of making it so after venti proposed and went into hibernation #he would come back looking for windblume only to find out that they're dead #from either the abyss order or fatui i was leaning towards those #I DIDNT ACTUALLY GO THROUGH WITH IT THOUGH IM NOT THAT MEAN #ventober

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doodlecircuitredrawn · 4 months

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Happy New Year, everyone!

Damn, I’m gonna have to dust this blog off-

It’s Circa! (Temperarily) back from my lurking hibernation! I have some writing for y’all for my newest brainrot, In Stars and Time (ISaT)! Please be warned that this game generally talks about really heavy issues. So please read further with caution. The bad formatting is because I had a spike of inspiration and creative energy at like,,, what? 1, 2, 3 in the morning? AND I wrote this into a google doc, lmfao.

Warnings: Angst, slight description of gore, ISaT Spoilers!

I’m not sure what particular act these are spoiling, so I’ll be cautious and put in as many of the spoiler tags as possible because I don’t wanna ruin anyone’s gaming experience on accident!

These are ISaT au ideas!

Looper Odile au (Her birth country, Ka Bue is now the Forgotten Country)

“Hey, Odile, your accent sounds a little-“ “Unfamiliar?” (Mirabelle startles. You notice and quickly fix your face.) “…Yeah, I know.” “Y-your Vaugardian is perfect, though! I could confuse you for a native!” (…Hah. You laugh. Cackle, even. A little too much. You’re crying.)

(…Okay calm down, you’re scaring Mirabelle.) (You quickly wipe your tears and clean your glasses with a rag.)

“…Ah. Sorry, I needed that.” (Mirabelle has a slightly nervous smile.) “…I can tell.” (Oh gems. You’ve made the situation awkward. Time to end it here.) “…Alright, go away, I’m reading.” (You reopen your bookmarked book.) (Mirabelle gets the message and quickly walks away.)

(…You need to get out of here before you start losing your mind… Any more than you already have.)

“Odile, have YOU ever run away from home?” (What? This is new… They haven’t asked this before…) (You blink confusedly.)

“…Why are you asking the old lady?” “Ooh, Now I wanna know! Tell us, ‘Dile!” (…And now Boniface has their attention on you. Okay. Erm…) “…I was absolutely furious at my parents about… Something. I ran all of the way to the coast over a few days and took a boat, and then…”

(You refocus on everyone’s faces to help gather your thoughts…) (They’re starry eyed, holding on to your every word.) “…And then…?”

“That’s all I remember.” “WHAT!?” (You stare wide-eyed at Boniface) “Siffrin’s forgetfulness is rubbing off on you!” “Hey!” (Siffrin pouts dramatically.) (You tune out the rest of their conversation. You’ve heard enough.)

Looper Isabeau au

(Not again. Not again. You’ve been put at a standstill AGAIN. You forgot to tell Siffrin to look harder for that key. No. NO. ENOUGH.) (You make a beeline towards the rock. Everyone is staring at you, confused.)

(You frustratedly and impulsively hit the rock as hard as you can.) (Why is it not broken yet? …Fine.)

(You hit it again, and again, fists getting bloodied and dark as the rock slowly caves under the pressure.)

(…It breaks.)

(…No, that’s not the right word… It shatters.) (Yes. Yes! YES!) (You turn excitedly to your friends.)

(…Oh. They’re scared. You realize that you’re smiling a little maniacally. You quickly fix your face.)

“…Got it!”

(…They’re stepping back from you. Why?) (You’ve helped! You were helpful! Helpful Funny-buff Isabeau! And they’re looking at you like… No.) (Madam Odile has put herself in front of a wide-eyed Bonbon in a protective stance. Mira looks like a deer in headlights with her hands covering her mouth. And Sif… Siffrin has their hand on their dagger.)

(Why? You’re being helpful! Whydidtheynotwantyourhelpwhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-) (Wait.) (You barely noticed how mangled your fists are, no wonder they’re so scared of you.) (…You’re a monster Isabeau, a big, disgusting monstererererererer-)

(You feel a tug on your stomach.)

Looper Bonnie au

“I know you’re on tonic and juice duty, but you can’t just snatch keys and rush into places we haven’t been to, yet!” “…How did you even know the key would work there, anyway?” (AH! A-port [abort] mission! A-port [abort] mission! Quick, say something!)

(Frin’s inviting you to fighting lessons again. But you’re literally stronger than him at this point. …Okay! Okay! Weak hits! Weak hits!)

(…Or… better, yet… You could use this chance to make Frin stronger instead!) (As you try to tune back into what he’s saying, you both notice a sadness. You both get into fighting positions.)

(Frin is trying to weaken it a bit for you.)

“…Okay, first you need to-“ (You tune him out.) (Frin, Frin, Frin, if only you knew how strong I was, now…) (It’s time for you to help him!)

(You rush in and let the Sadness hit you, and purr-pose-fully [purposefully] fling yourself to the ground and lay still for good measure… Just a scratch!)

“BONNIE!” (Frin doesn’t seem to think so, as he finishes off the Sadness in record time.) (They rush over to you.) “BONNIE!” (They pick you up and start running… To Mirabelle maybe?) (Well at least something different is… What’s that noise?)

“*sniff, sniff, hic!*” (…Oh. Frin’s crying. AND he’s taking you to Belle. You have a bad feeling about this…) (Despite your miss-givings [misgivings], you lay still with your eyes closed to not blow your cover.)

“Siffrin! Sif-“ (With a gasp, Belle becomes a blur as she looks at your woo-nds [wounds].) (After she uses her healing craft, you feel a lot better.)

“Bonnie! Are you okay!?” “Never better! I feel great! I’m gonna take a nap now! Don’t worry! I’m just sleepy!” (You remember Belle mentioning that fuh-teeg [fatigue] is a common side effect of having healing Craft used on you. That should curb at least some of their sus-pish-un [suspicion])

“Wai- Bonnie! BONNIE!” (Frin’s still crying.) (You run off before they can stop you.) (Okay. Not the best outcome… Let’s just go to the clock tower and regroup for now.)

2.5 (Part 2 of the thing earlier)

**Siffrin and Mirabelle focused**

(…Bonnie ran off before you could react.) (…And Siffrin’s inconsolable right now. The townsfolk are politely looking away. You take him to a secluded field.)

(…You don’t know what to say. You should start with…)

“…Siffrin. What happened?” (They turn to look at you blearily.) “…” (…They’re not responding. You should probably say someth- Oh, he’s opening his mouth.)

“…Bonnie rushed in while I was teaching them to fight. And they didn’t seem like they were paying attention to what I was saying in the first place… *sniff* …They got hit and fell so I had to deal with the sadness really quickly before I could pick them up. I…”

(He breaks down into tears again… You can’t really do much else except be there for him, seeing as they don’t like touch.) (…You’ll talk to the others — and more importantly, Bonnie themselves, later. Siffrin needs you right now.)

…Aaaaand that’s about it for now! I’m very much considering posting these to my ao3. Wait, what? I didn’t say anything about it? Ah, shit, erm. It’s the same user as my main blog here on tumblr, @/CircadianAnomaly. I haven’t posted anything, yet, so y’all aren’t missing much, lmfao. Do let me know, though — I crave feedback!

Bye for now!

- Circa [:

#in stars and time #isat game #ISaT au #writing #textpost #fanfic #?#isat act 3 spoilers #isat spoilers #original post

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kingluffy5 · 4 months

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Playing Detective Pt 2 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

After having witnessed a monster commit murder and learned of a fate destined for them, Wednesday Addams and Y/N Barron begin to unravel the mysteries of their school and the conspiracies that plague their town.

When I woke up I expected that during the day me and Wednesday would be questioned about the murder of Rowan, what did the monster look like, where did it run off too, did it look like one of our classmate, not gonna lie, it has the same bulging eyes as Kevin from my ancient literature class. However, when we were called to talk to the Sheriff he told us something that confused the hell out of us, Rowan’s body was never found.

“How could you use a dead body?” My pale, monotone, friend asks the Sheriff.

“Because there never was one to begin with, there was no footprints, no blood stains, no sign of a struggle, no nothing, nada. My search party looked all night.”

“Well your search party must have left their seeing eye dogs at home.” She retorts.

I stay quiet during this conversation, I’m honestly just wondering where Rowan could have gone, even if he was alive when we left him he couldn’t have made it far enough away before dying of blood loss later, so what the hell happened. Eventually we end up in Weems’ office, she brings up how nobody has heard from him.

“Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls.” Wednesday says sarcastically.

“You got anything to add on Barron?” He asks me.

“One person saying that a kid was killed by a monster is something you can just write off as them being crazy, but two means there has to be something going on.” I answer.

“Well knowing the family history of both of you then I would say you’re both crazy.”

“Wednesday if the monster kills me next then please say I told you so to this fool for me.” I tell her, but she almost shows a split second of emotion when I say that.

The sheriff then sits down and asks us what we were doing out there with him.

“We heard a noise, went to go investigate and that’s where we stumbled upon the attack.” I explain.

“Then what happened?”

“We ran into Bianca Barclay and told her to go get help, next thing we knew we woke up in our respective dorm rooms.”

“Just to be clear this monster wasn’t a bear or some other wild animal.”

“I’ve hibernated with bears, I’d know the difference.” She says, I laugh at her response and look at her amused.

“Alright Sheriff, I think that’s enough for now.” Weems chimes in.

“Actually we would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin alone.” Wednesday says.

“Do you now?”

“Yes, we do.” I say.

Weems and Galpin get into a bit of back and forth before deciding to give us five minute alone to talk to him here.

“Someone is trying to cover up Rowan’s murder, it’s the only reason to scrub the crime scene.” Wednesday tells him

“Oh, is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer.” Galpin responds.

“My father is twice the man you are, and the only thing he murders is the occasional opera in the shower.”

Alright I would actually really like to hear that.

“I did join my uncle for a summer internship where I helped him clean up crime scenes, if you let me investigate I could probably find something.” I add in

“Is your uncle forensic cleaner?” He asks.

“ … Sure.” I lie.

“Look Addams, Barron, it’s been a long night and I’m tired of your games,”

“We’re not playing games, we’re telling the truth, you wan to reject our claims but you can’t.” She says.

“And why is that?”

“Because the three know there is a monster out there and Rowan is his latest victim.”

All of a sudden one of his deputies comes in, “Sheriff, you’re gonna want to see this.” Then she opens the other door to reveal Rowan staring there, alive obviously, this has to be one of the few times I’ve seen Wednesday shocked in the short time I’ve known her.

— — —

My and Wednesday got bombarded by other students asking a bunch of different things, stuff like why we made up the whole Rowan getting murdered by a monster. The only ones who believed me were Jason, Jack, Amelia, and Gwen. Wednesday said that after her therapy session Tyler told her he believed us.

Ajax is trying to convince me to be part of his team for the Poe Cup but is failing miserably.

“Come on Y/N, we’ll dress as clowns.”

“You’re not a very good salesman.”

“We’ll look terrifying, we can crush the other teams.”

“As appealing as that sounds I got some other things I want to do.”

“Like what?”

“Not have to deal with Xavier’s glaring, ever since me and Wednesday ran into the woods to stop Rowan and saw him get murdered he’s been weird around me.”

“I think he’s just jealous that you’re getting close to Wednesday.”

“Getting called crazy, psycho, and schizo by everyone does tend to drive to people together.” I say sarcastically.

“Alright, well I’ll see you around, and make sure to cheer us on during the race.”

“Would I cheer for anyone else?” I ask him.

“Wednesday.” He replies.

“Like you wouldn’t sink your own ship if Enid gave you puppy dog eyes.”

That ends our conversation as he walks off to go ask other candidate s to be part of his team.

— — —

Me and Wednesday walk into Weems’ office. She told me this morning about a watermark she found in the drawing Rowan had so we were going to ask to speak with him, it would also be nice to find out how he survived.

“That wont be possible I’m afraid, he’s been expelled.” She reveals

“For what?”

“Never you two mind, he’ll be on the first train out this afternoon, what were you doing out in the woods with him in first place?”

“We told you already, we heard a noise and went to investigate.”

“That excuse might have placated the Sheriff but you can’t fool me.”

“You had a psychic vision didn’t you Wednesday, I realized you might be having them when we passed by that accident and knew that the farmer broke his neck, your mother started having visions around your age, they’re notoriously unreliable and dangerous, I remember at first she thought she was loosing her mind, have you spoken to her?” She asked, Wednesday remained silent. “Maybe the person withholding information here is you.”

“May we go now?”

“Not until you’ve picked you’re extracurricular activity, we want our students to remain well rounded.” Weems says.

“I prefer to remain sharp edged.” Wednesday retorts.

“I took the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings.”

“How thoughtful.”

“You need to pick one by the end of the day, I’ll be keeping my eye on you, no doubt you’ll find something to tickle your fancy.”

“The last person who tickled me lost a finger.” Wednesday said walking off.

“Ooh beekeeping I’m in that one, it’s awesome.” I say pointing to it on the list.

— — —

Me and Wednesday part ways after that and I head over to beekeeping where I get to greet club president, my roommate, and one of my closest friends, Eugene Ottenger.

“Hey Eugene, just want to warn you the new girl might come over to check out the club.” I tell him while putting on my suit, then all of a sudden I hear an ear piercing sound and a bunch of the werewolves barking.

Eventually Wednesday comes over and Eugene walks up to her.

“Are you interested in the ancient art of beekeeping, Eugene, Eugene Ottenger, founder and president of the Nevermore hummers.”

“Wednesday, Wednesday Addams, am I late or is it only you two?”

“The hive life isn’t for everyone, most kids are afraid of venomous insects, are you willing to feel the sting?” He asks her, which she smirks to.

She then goes into the shed to put on her suit.

Eugene then starts talking about bees and Wednesday walks off. When he notices she’s gone he sighs and I run after her shouting sorry to him.

— — —

We run up to Rowan as he gets into a car.

“Rowan we need to talk.”

“Wednesday, Y/N, I’m not allowed to speak to anyone.”

“You had a lot to say the other night when you tried to kill us, told us we’re destined to destroy the school remember, where did you get that drawing?”

“I just went into the woods to clear my head, then you two came after me.”

“Wednesday, Y/N, you two shouldn’t be here.” Thornhill tells us.

“Yeah, back off and leave me alone.” He says, well that was a pleasant goodbye.

Thornhill and Rowan drive off leaving us standing there watching.

— — —

We reunite in Thornhill’s class where we ask Thing about Rowan as he was sent by Wednesday to tail Rowan.

“How do you lose him in a bathroom with no windows?”

Thing taps in response.

“A lefty wouldn’t have failed me.” Ouch, it honestly hurts seeing Thing look so defeated

“Calm down Wednesday we all make mistakes.” I defend him.

“Well now we have to gather all new evidence ourselves since he lost our only lead.”

“I see you two made a friend who isn’t related to you, even if it is a plant.” Bianca says having not seen Thing.

“We go for quality over quantity.” Wednesday retorts, nice to know she thinks of me as a friend.

Bianca walks off having no response to Wednesday’s insult and we all go to our seats.

Wednesday tries to find a seat and Xavier chimes in.

“There’s an open seat next to me, if you can handle sitting next an elite sit snob.” He offers, I kind of wish I was there when she said that but I know that he would just find some way to blame me for it, seriously can’t this guy accept that me and Wednesday are friends. He then makes the spider he was drawing come to life.

“I doubt Wednesday is impressed by your little tricks Xavier.” Ms. Thornhill taunts him, alright she has to be my favorite teacher.

“Admit it your a little impressed.” He says before Wednesday smashes is drawing causing it to erupt into smoke.

“Wednesday we are thrilled to have you join us in our journey into the world of carnivorous plants, now, who can tell us the name of this beauty.” She says standing in front of her desk wearing her very red boots and pointing to the plant on the left side of her desk.

Wednesday answers when Bianca raises her hand which causes the two to start insulting while talking about the plant each other which only ends when Xavier says, “Are we still talking about flowers.” As annoying as he’s been over the past few days I have to admit that was pretty funny.

“Thank you ladies for those illuminating insights, clearly the plants aren’t the only carnivores in class today.”

— — —

After class I go over to beekeeping.

“So, you and Wednesday seem pretty close.” He says implying something, I really don’t feel like killing the only roommate to not ask to move after a week of rooming with me so this is a very annoying conversation topic to deal with.

“We’re friends and nothing more.” I tell him. “Well we are also bound by destiny to determine the fate of the school.” I say revealing the existence of the drawing to Eugene.

“Wait I thought you hated the ideas of fate and destiny.” Eugene says confused

“I do, which is why the drawing Rowan showed us before getting gutted by a monster annoys me so much, and just seers in general, they act like they know everything.”

“Still not clear on how he is dead, didn’t everyone see him after that night?”

“Yeah, I’m confused about that as well.”

“Well don’t worry, I believe you.”

“You can put the suit on in the shed.” Wednesday says talking to Enid as they walk up the path in between the hives.

“Hey Enid, you joining? I though you hated bees?” I said.

“No I’m just covering for Wednesday while she investigates the crime scene.” She reveals

“If Weems comes sniffing around keep your distance, look grim, and don’t say a word.” Wednesday tells her.

“Payback is gonna be a bitch.” She says putting on the headpiece.’

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“Blab and I’ll squeeze you like a honeycomb.” She threatens Eugene.

“Snitches get stung, it’s hive code, besides, I should be thanking you, this is the most girls I’ve ever had in the shed, other than bees.”

“Shocking.”

“I’ve always had a thing for werewolf chicks.”

“The chances that Enid ever becomes romantically interested in you is less than one percent.”

“So I still got a shot, yes!” He celebrates.

“Let’s go.” She tells me.

“Hey, what if I don’t want to get involved in this.” I say, I mean I do, but she could have asked.

“Oh please, we’re both involved in this, and we both know you are just as invested in this as I am.”

“Good point, besides I’ve been so bored recently, I could use some entertainment, so we partners?” I ask holding out my hand.

She looks me up and down before shaking my hand, “Partners.”

— — —

We walk to where we were attacked and where Rowan was supposedly murdered. I have my C.S.I. supplies with me. All of a sudden Tyler pulls us behind a tree and covers our mouths, I prepare to elbow him in the gut but I hear a dog barking and realize the Sheriff was walking around the area.

After he leaves we pull away and he apologizes.

“Thanks how’d you throw them off?” Wednesday asked him.

He then takes something out of his pocket.

“Coffee groans.”

“Deer hunting hack, one of the perks of being a part time barista.”

“Impressive.” I praise.

“I assume your father didn’t bring the blood hound to play fetch”

“Yeah, he doesn’t tell me shit, you must think it’s weird I’m stalking you.”

“No, I consistently stalk my parents.” She says before we walk off.

“Hey what really happened the other night at the festival? Look I swear I won’t say anything to my dad” He asks.

“We thought Rowan was in danger, turns out we were wrong, then he proceeded to use his telekinesis to try and choke us to death.” She says with no hint of emotion in her voice at all when talking about how we almost died.

“Oh shit, why would he do that.”

“No idea, that’s when the monster came out of the woods and gutted him.”

“Woah, woah so you really saw it, and it didn’t try to kill you.”

“It actually saved us from Rowan, that’s what we’re trying to figure out, we came out here to find something to prove Rowan was murdered and that we haven’t lost our minds, yet.”

Then we saw Rowan’s glasses in the grass and when she grabs them Wednesday has another vision.

“You okay?” Tyler asks.

— — —

We then head back to Nevermore, Wednesday said she saw a purple book in her vision, the same one she saw in a earlier vision. So we search the library for the same one but we struggle to find it.

“I don’t usually find students in here looking for actual books, they mostly come to make out.” Thornhill says greeting us.

“We accidentally walked in on two vampires fanging, I can’t unsee that.” Wednesday remarks,

“Is there anything I can help you find?” Thornhill asks.

Wednesday then holds up the watermark and asks her about it.

“I think it’s the symbol to an old student society, um, nightshades.”

“Like the deadly flower, color me intrigued.”

“I was told they disbanded years ago.” Thornhill tells us.

“Any idea why?” I ask

“Sorry.” Thornhill says shaking her head.

We then walk over to our bags when Thornhill and Wednesday begin talking about class and Wednesday’s mom, I start to tune it out sine it seems personal and kind of boring, I catch them talking about Thornhill being a normie and their beliefs in being acknowledged. Thornhill compliments Wednesday’s ability to not let anyone define her before walking off.

— — —

We sneak into Xavier and Rowan’s room to look for the book while Xavier is in the shower. We stumble upon a drawing Xavier made of Wednesday before finding a secret compartment under Rowans bed with a mask in it.

“Rowan’s seems to be full of surprises.”

We then hear a knock at the door and hide under Xavier’s bed before he walks out.

“You’re not supposed to be up here.” Xavier says.

“Good to see you too.” Bianca says

“How did you get pass the house master, use your siren powers?” He asked

“Would it kill you not to think the worst of me for once.”

“What do you want Bianca?”

“To see how you’re doing, I mean I’m sorry about Rowan, I know you guys used to be close.”

“Since when did you give a damn about Rowan.”

“You were the one worried he would do something to Wednesday, isn’t that why you follow her around like an eager eyed puppy? Or is there something more?” She asks him. “Seriously what do you see in her, you suddenly have a thing for tragic goth girls with a funeral parlor fashion sense?”

“Maybe it’s because she hasn’t tried to make me like her.”

“I made one mistake and you can’t forgive me, she treats you like crap and you can’t get enough, besides everyone knows that she’s always hanging out Y/N.”

“Okay why are you so fixated on Wednesday?”

“Because she thinks that she’s better than everyone else, I can’t wait to crush Ophelia hall tomorrow and watch her werewolf roommate crumble.” I’m sorry but anyone who has beef with Enid is a complete sociopath. “It’s gonna be a Poe Cup to remember.”

“Yeah I hate to think what you got cooked up.” Xavier says.

“My game’s already started, I like to win, is that so wrong?”

“And you wonder why I broke up with you.”

“You used to love my killer instinct, we were good together Xavier.”

“Really, or is that just what you wanted me to feel.”

“Trust me, Wednesday Addams is not the girl of your dreams, she’s the stuff of your nightmares.” Bianca warns him before leaving.

When Xavier goes back to shower we both leave his room with a look of disgust covering our face at the conversation we just had to listen to.

— — —

We part ways after that, Wednesday goes to Ophelia Hall and I head to my room.

It is now the day of the Poe Cup and everyone is down by the lake I go over to talk to Wednesday and Enid when I see what has to be the greatest thing ever, Wednesday Addams dressed in a cat costume. If I have to be honest, she looks really good in that costume but I’m trying not to stare.

“So you joined Enid’s team, love the outfit.” I say unable to hide my smile.

“Once this case is over I will gut you.” She warns me.

At this moment the twins walk over to me, “Y/N, we saved you a seat.” Then they notice Enid and Wednesday in their outfits and just start staring at them.

“Alright good luck you guys, crush Bianca.” I shout as I drag Jason and Jack back to our seats.

As Principal Weems starts announcing the race Amelia and Gwen sit down next to us.

“What happened to them?” Gwen asks when she notices Jack and Jason’s wide eyes.

“They saw my friends from Ophelia Hall in their costumes.” I inform her, as a member of Ophelia Hall and a good friend of Enid’s she knew that they were wearing cat costumes so she understood.

“So how did you react to seeing the new girl in her outfit?” Amelia said in a teasing tone.

“Why must people insist that I’m interested in Wednesday.” I complain.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I thought she looked fine.” I said going back to looking at the canoes.

“Yeah, sure you follow each other around all the time, everyone thinks you two are into each other.” Gwen chimes in.

“Yeah and they also think they’re both psychos.” Jack says finally snapping out of the trance he and Jason were in.

“Shut up.” Gwen said hitting him on the back of his head.

“You shut up.” He says, the two of them start shoving each other but before it could get good a teacher comes over and tells them to quit it.

“He’s just saying that everyone still thinks the two of you made it up about the monster killing Rowan.” Jason says defending Jack.

“Hey you said you guys believe us.”

“And we do, it’s just that a bunch of people saw Rowan walking around, you know, alive.” Amelia says.

“Come on, I wish Gojo still went here, he would help me out, he’s my favorite cousin.” I say.

“Hey!” Gwen says offended.

We keep making small talk until some of the canoes start coming back from the island in the lake, it’s Enid and Wednesday’s vs Bianca’s. When they’re almost back Wednesday sinks Bianca’s canoe and they win the Poe Cup, I could have done without everyone screaming in my ear but it was still nice to see Bianca put in her place. Everyone goes back to the quad to celebrate and get the Poe Cup handed off to the Black Cat team, Wednesday looked miserable. She started walking off to the Edgar Alan Poe statue and I went to follow.

“Going off with Wednesday huh? Going to celebrate her win?” Gwen says.

I ignore her and go over to her, Enid skips off from a conversation she and Wednesday were having, and we begin to talk.

“How did it feel to crush Bianca’s hopes and dreams.”

“Vindicating, it’s been a while since I’ve had a worthy adversary.”

“Did you just say something nice about Bianca.”

“It was respectful at best, anyway I need you to look at something with me.”

Weems came over to talk with Wednesday and Wednesday told me to leave, but not before slipping me a note that says to meet at the Poe statue later tonight.

— — —

We met later that night at the statue and Wednesday showed me that the same symbol of the Nightshades was on the bottom of the statue’s book. We looked at the poem on the statue and Wednesday wrote it down on her notebook, and realized what the code was, we had to take the first letter of each phrase and it would reveal how to do whatever it is we need to do. The code was SNAP TWICE.

We both turn, look at the statue and we snap twice.

The statue moves backwards unveiling a secret staircase which leads to a library.

We look around for a few minutes before Wednesday finds the book and shows me the second half of the drawing, it is of a pilgrim standing amongst the fire of Nevermore.

“Strange, what do you think it means?” I question.

“I don’t know but we have to find out, this is becoming bigger than just us.” She answers.

We turn to leave but before we can get out we get bags put over our heads get kidnapped.

#wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday x male reader #wednesday oc #wednesday addams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday netflix

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viluvr-archived · 2 years

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HEY 👋 can I please request a scenario with silver getting kabedonned by the gn! reader? bonus points if the reader is shorter than him LMAO IMAGINE THAT

TQ UR BUTTERFLY CLIPS ARE SO GOOD

Silver gets kabedon !?

Silver .

Gn!reader .

( a/n : this is my wedding gift for cherry 😢😢😢 cnt believe theyre married.. )

It was such a cold day today at Diasomnia.. no wonder Silver fell asleep earlier than usual.

"Come, let's take a nap" he invites you over to his room to take a nap, wanting to be surrounded by your warmth that he was a sucker for. "Silver, baby. A nap with you turns into a whole hibernation" you kid at him, nudging him a little bit while kissing him on his cheek.

He blushes for a moment. "Hmmm.. but, aren't you even a tiny bit sleepy? It's so cold, darling.. please, take a nap with me?" Still, you just can't give in that easy to him like always!

"Silver, no. Don't you at least wanna take a stroll outside" his eyes were close to not opening them already. "Hng, we were training the whole week, y/n" he was already being quite whiney and pouty.

"Alright, if you can reach me I'll go walk with you outside or do what you wanna, but if you can't.." he grins cheekily, confident you wouldn't be able to reach him, "if you can't, you need to hibernate with me, hehe. Well, sleep whenever I wanna"

Well... there were no rules stated. "Hold on! I'm gonna get something" You were definitely shorter than Silver, that's to state the obvious. He stayed there trying not to fall asleep while waiting for you, "'m back!" You wave your hand at him enthusiastically while carrying a big chair.

He was stunned, a chair? Well, whatever makes your boat float...

You were standing on the chair, towering over him, there you started to tease him for a bit.

"Oh, Silver, look here! I'm taller than you now~" he was staring up at you, now that you were taller than him he was starting to think of an escape. "Wait! You can't use a chair.." "Why not? You stated no rules, remember Silver" you finally reached him while jumping down the chair.

He was in dismay, pouty, and being lazy.

"Cheer up! If it makes you feel better, we can take a nap after this. But I'll wake you up when I feel like it" there it made him much better, now he was being active, rushing to finish the walk.

You started to tell him what you'd do with him for the whole week break, watching Disney movies, trying something new, etc etc.

He knows you'd make a mess and make him your practice person for you to practice hairstyles and makeup on him, but it's fine, since you both enjoy it, and he sleeps better. Happy Silver and Reader .

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real-sun-wukong-fan01 · 2 years

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Ok so here me out— Wukong goes into a deep 23 month sleep how would mk gang, macaroni, dbk, and Nezha react?

MACARONI i love these

I love how many names microphone has.

alright! this can so much fit my headcanon of the stone monkeys! It says that they can stay still for ages and still be able to move like they stopped for one minute! And it can apply to sleep too!

Let's say that wukong was hibernating, not like usually reptile do, but he started hibernating.

(not really hibernating he just slept a lot.)

and let's say that it was after the defeat of the lady bone demon, so he didn't know what to do.

He couldn't move without burning because of his body being so cold.

and he was exhausted, all of that drained his energy.

so he decides to sleep. It results in him sleeping for 23 months (which is technically a year? I'm not sure, i have currently forgotten how many months are there like a dumbass.) and it freaks everyone out.

He is immortal yes, but what if? What if he died??

There's a possibility of that y'know?? Well, that's what MK thinks.

he doesn't want his teacher to die, he doesn't want him to be gone! He's been gone long enough and now that everything's fine?? He suddenly starts sleeping for a year?!

Is this normal in monkeys?? MK dosen't know.

Long story short, MK will likely be clingy to wukong when he wakes up.

Macaroni and cheese would probably be happy not gonna lie. he would throw a party about wukong death, but when wukong wakes up macboobs will cry so hard his eyes will pop out.

Pigsy wouldn't be too worried at first because come on, the Legend? The almighty? The untouchable monkey king? The immortal⁵? Dead? HAH.

Sure it gets concerning for the few months, especially when the kid crying about it, but a year?? okay we are going to the vet right now.

Mei would comfort MK, still worried because what the fuck?? Was she too rough with the samadhi fire? Did the possession got him that hard? But she's busy comforting a crying MK with abandonment issues.

Tang would act all confident that the monkey king is just doing all of his shenanigans, but when the monkey king himself will say "i don't even know how much i have slept" it will bring Tang confidence down and just considers himself lucky that sun wukong didn't die.

Sandy is not the best guy to ask about wukong, he himself is not too much of a fan, sure he would check on monkey king whenever MK asked to see if he has died or if he's in like a coma or something, but he would try and comfort MK as well.

DBK? he would care but also not.

he wouldn't care because that's what he wanted ! He wanted to kill that monkey but it's his sworn brother so he kind of,, feels bad? Worried?

Nezha would be so confused.

It's not the first time wukong pulls one of his dumb shenanigans and this is the slightest from concerning for sun wukong.

But "dude you went in a coma are you okay? Fr? Like frfr? You sure? Just making sure bro like it would be embarrassing for you to die like that smh."

#sun wukong #lego monkie kid #monkey king #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk pigsy #lmk six eared macaque #lmk mei #lmk sandy #lmk tang #lmk nezha #lmk dbk

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listlesswhistle · 1 year

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Alright! Not sure how much of this has shown up on my blog, but I've recently been inspired by @nerdydowntherabbithole and their wonderful Rain World fic, Taking Life As Is, to start designing a rain world region of my own.

Most of what I've come up with has only shown up on their blog through asks, alongside everybody else's wonderful ideas, but I'm gonna need a full, extended post for this next one. As of now, my custom region has been fully developed, including its placement in a map of an entire custom cluster, 1 custom species of tree, 2 custom species of megafauna, and 1 custom species of slugcat dubbed "The Aviator."

So, without further ado, I present:

The Greatwood Forest

The Greatwood Forest, sometimes referred to as "The Home of Giants" by the Ancients, is located in the highlighted region in the following rough map of my custom cluster of iterators:

The placement and elevation of the forest means that large swaths of the ground is broken up by deep gorges, which formed from the violent rivers flowing through it and towards the ocean. These rivers are a result of the heavy rain from three nearby iterators, and carry with them debris from the iterator can, city, railway, and quarry located upstream.

The forest doesn't flood as severely as other regions, since the rivers and gorges are quick carry the water to lower elevations. It still floods, just nowhere near as badly as you might see elsewhere.

The Greatwood Forest gets its name from the colossal Greatwood Trees that comprise the majority of the forest's population of trees. The only places where other trees can be found are sections where the greatwoods thin out, and at the very edges of the forest where they give way to smaller species of tree.

The Greatwood Tree

The Greatwood Tree (depicted in this crappy concept sketch) is the primary species of tree in the Greatwood Forest. Crazy, I know.

Inspired by irl redwoods, these trees are absolutely massive. To help with stability on the harsh, rain-scoured terrain, their roots continue to grow out from partway up their trunk. This leaves a large tangle of limbs at the base of the tree, which can provide shelter for any number of ground-dwelling creatures looking to escape the rain. Thanks to the reduced flooding in the forest, this shelter is often capable of serving as a safe hibernation spot to wait for the next cycle. As the water level rises to just below the sleeping critter, it becomes almost impossible for anything to get in, and extra security can often be found from the hanging moss that often grows in a curtain around greatwood roots.

Greatwoods have evolved to grow one or two large tree hollows high up on their trunks, which provide shelter for the Goliath Bats that help to propagate their seeds, as well as any other creature lucky enough to find an empty one. As with the above-ground roots, these hollows serve as a perfectly suitable spot to hibernate until the next cycle, as the heavy rain provides an almost solid wall of protection over the entrance.

Greatwoods grow large hanging fruits from branches near the tops of the trees. These fruits are large and heavy, with a thick skin that most creatures can't pierce very easily. Their dangerous location and the difficulty with eating them makes the fruit an impractical food source to most creatures other than the Goliath Bats.

The dense canopy created by the greatwoods leaves most of the forest in perpetual shadow. It's not complete darkness, and there are sections where the trees thin out enough to let sunlight in, but the majority of the forest is just dark enough for creatures that are usually restricted to shadowed structures and underground tunnels to hunt out in the open. This makes light a valuable commodity to the local scavengers, and they will always have several lanterns being passed around within their groups.

In terms of plant life, the Greatwood Forest is relatively plain beyond its signature trees.

The forest floor has a thin undergrowth of common bushes and vines. Blue fruit and slime mold grow at the roots of greatwood trees, with the slime mold restricted to particularly dark sections of the forest. (I know blue fruit is technically the chrysalis of a bug and not actually a fruit, cut me so slack here) Popcorn Plants are also scattered throughout the forest, preferring to grow in the sparse patches of sunlight.

Mushrooms grow in scattered patches throughout the darker areas.

Without any metal poles to mimic, the forest is completely devoid of pole plants. The mostly aquatic monster kelp is also completely absent. The only water in the forest is the rivers, and those are so violent that the only things living them are whatever algae and river plants manage to grip on to the riverbed.

The forest is much more varied in terms of wildlife.

Scavengers have large outposts near the rivers, where they collect materials washed up by the shores to craft their tools. At night, they shelter beneath the roots of nearby greatwoods.

Most of the tiny, harmless bugs that you can see in-game make an appearance, especially fireflies and dragonflies.

Batflies are numerous. Eggbugs and noodleflies can occasionally be found moving through the forest.

All sizes of centipedes (minus the centiwigs) can be found on the forest floor. The larger species of centipede don't show up much near the rivers, as the scavengers there absolutely decimate them.

Vultures are very, very rare due to the thick canopy, although they can appear very infrequently in areas where the trees thin out.

Dropwigs can be found very rarely in bright sections of the forest, but are easily hunted by other predators in the dark sections.

Spiders are the most numerous predators in the forest, with every species except the coalescipede making their home in the dark provided by the greatwoods.

Taking the place of apex predator is a custom species of spider called the Greater Jumping Spider.

Greater Jumping Spiders

(The first image is an early concept sketch of what the spider might have looked like hiding among the roots of a greatwood tree and the hanging moss that grew there; The scale of the spider is much bigger than it should be in comparison to the roots. The second image is a colored reference sheet of a more fully realized version of the spider. The third image is a close-up comparison of how similar the colors of the spider's leg might look to that of the moss and greatwood roots when they are all cast into shadow.)

Somewhat inspired by irl jumping spiders and others that hunt without webs, the Greater Jumping Spider is the second largest creature in the Greatwood Forest. I'm talking take-down-a-vulture kind of massive. That's not to say that they eat a lot of vultures, and they still wouldn't mess with a king vulture, but the point is that they're big.

Not only are they big, but they'll eat anything smaller than them, including smaller species of spider. At the end of the day, the only creature in the forest that they won't attack is the Goliath Bat. They may be big, but the bats are bigger, and they will fuck up any spiders who forget that.

They hunt by finding a mossy tangle of greatwood roots and positioning themselves so that their dangling legs look like innocuous tendrils of hanging moss, lying in wait for whatever's unfortunate enough to try and shelter beneath them. When something does move underneath, they drop from their perch, using their massive weight to either stun or outright kill their prey. From there, they finish it off with a swift bite to the neck and enjoy their meal right there beneath the roots, knowing that nothing would dare attack it even if it were spotted.

They have dark, moss-colored bumps all over their body, which both acts as camouflage and provides a small bit of armor. It's not on the same level as red centipede armor or the plating on a lizard's head, but it can deflect spears if they hit at a wide enough angle. It'll defend against a couple bombs or a lizard's bite, but an explosive spear will still blow off limbs if it sticks. For all that they're the apex predator of the forest, they are still an ambush predator. They're not going toe-to-toe with a red lizard or anything.

Their main source of food is the scavengers that shelter beneath greatwoods by the riverbanks. If they're lucky, they can kill an entire patrol of scavs in a single drop.

During the rain, they shelter in the large hollows high on riverside greatwood trees, and the cover the entrance when they leave with sticks and leaves, so as to keep other creatures from finding and stealing their shelter.

Lizards can also be found throughout the forest.

Climbing species like the Blue, White, and Cyan lizards can be found scattered throughout the upper branches of the greatwoods, preferring to avoid the ground when they can.

Yellow lizard packs can be found near the roots of the largest greatwood trees. Their strength in numbers makes them one of the few lizards capable of competing with the ever-present spiders.

Green lizards are the dominant ground predator in all sections of the forest except for near the rivers. Their impressive size and strength, alongside their immunity to centipede shocks, gives them a huge advantage over almost any other predator on the ground.

Red lizards would be a contender for apex predator, if it weren't for the fact that Green lizards are extremely territorial, the second toughest of all lizard variants, and the only lizard species both willing and able to kill over territory disputes. As it stands, Green lizards have all but driven Red lizards out of the forest. Oh, and did I mention that Green lizards are immune to Red lizard bites? Yeah, Green lizards are awesome.

Making its homes in tree hollows throughout the entire forest, we have the Goliath Fruit Bat.

Goliath Fruit Bats

(No images for this one, sorry!)

Inspired by irl Flying Foxes- look them up, they're cool- this gigantic species of fruit bat is easily the biggest denizen of the Greatwood Forest. For comparison, they're slightly larger than a good-sized king vulture, but their wings are much bigger, since they don't use jets to help them fly. A daddy long legs would probably be too small to eat an uninjured Goliath Bat, and even an injured one would take a significant amount of strength and time for it to consume.

They're frugivores, meaning that their diet mainly consists of fruit, despite technically being an omnivore.

The biggest staple of their diet is the large fruit that grows from high-up branches of the greatwoods.

They're in a symbiotic relationship with the greatwood trees: the bat spreads the greatwood's seeds by eating the fruit, and the greatwood provides it with a steady supply of food and a safe hollow to shelter in from the rain.

Their large shadows tend to evoke the fear of vultures, but they actually have a gentle, skittish disposition closer to what you'd expect to see from a Rabbit Deer. Slugcats like the Aviator have even discovered that they can offer the bats a greatwood fruit in exchange for safe travel through parts of the forest, or a shared hollow to hibernate in.

And for the final creature living in the Greatwood Forest, we have the slugcats. Slugcats can mostly be found nesting beneath greatwoods on the forest's edge, or traveling through friendly scavenger territory. Slugcats like the Aviator can be found nesting in the hollows of greatwoods all over the forest, often hibernating alongside friendly Goliath Bats. Their familiarity with the forest means that they often take it upon themselves to guide other slugcats looking to pass through.

The Aviator

(The first two images are sketches of the Aviator in various poses. The third one is a fully colored depiction of them hunting.)

Based off of sugar gliders, these fuzzy little slugcats occupy the canopy of the Greatwood Forest alongside the Goliath Bats. They're smaller than the average slugcat, but they make up for it with speed and the ability to glide impressive distances under favorable conditions.

Their weak stature means they prefer to avoid conflict, adopting a largely herbivorous diet, but they are capable of eating meat. When a confident individual decides to hunt for their next meal, they'll grab a suitably heavy piece of metal or debris and climb to a decently high branch from which to wait for unsuspecting prey to walk beneath them. They are able to carry this large, unwieldy choice of weapon despite their paws being occupied with climbing by grabbing it with their prehensile tail.

This method of hunting only works reliably on creatures without an armored carapace, but the abundance of spiders means this usually isn't an issue. Occasionally, this approach will also work against a Blue lizard, as their armor is the thinnest of all the lizard variants. However, the tendency of Blue lizards to hunt from above, alongside the prominence of Green lizards on the ground, means that Blue lizards don't tend to end up below the waiting slugcat.

Greatwood fruit is both heavy enough and dense enough for the Aviator to use it for their unique method of hunting. Sometimes, this will even manage to tear the skin of the fruit, leaving them access to the juicy insides, as well as whatever prey they dropped it on.

Despite the variety of the predators, the Greatwood Forest is not densely populated with threats.

The territorial nature of Green lizards means that you're not likely to see many other predators on the ground.

The scavengers keep the riversides mostly clear of threats, minus the Greater Jumping Spiders and the odd centipede or smaller spider.

Most spiders steer clear of the bright pockets of forest.

Centipedes, lizards, and spiders all prey on each other in the dark, hard to traverse sections of the forest floor.

Although climbing lizards and spiders do exist in the branches and canopy of the greatwood trees, there are only 1-2 hollows per greatwood, and the Goliath Bats and Greater Jumping Spiders don't share with predators. Only the smaller spiders share dens, so there aren't a vast amount of lizards in the canopy.

Dropwigs are few and far between, and stick to the bright areas.

Greater Jumping Spiders stick to the riversides, and there's no shortage of safe food.

All in all, the most dangerous sections of forest are the dark areas that aren't beside a river, with the rest being on about the same level as the Outskirts, just with more spiders. There's no completely avoiding those sections, but the main challenge outside of them will be convincing Goliath Bats to ferry you across rivers, or finding a fallen greatwood that happens to bridge them.

And that concludes all the info on the Greatwood Forest region! I was originally going to sleep before I post this, just in case I missed something, but I've been typing up this post for like four hours and I honestly don't care anymore lol. I'll schedule a reblog for a better time tomorrow for anyone who's smart enough to not be on tumblr at five in the morning, unlike me.

#rain world #rain world oc #Greatwood Forest #The Aviator #Greater Jumping Spider #Greatwood Trees #slugcat oc #<- I doubt ill use most of these tags again but ill add them just in case #im gonna fucking sleep now

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samnia · 15 days

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MItch X Reader

"What'd you need?" Mitch spoke with a voice filled with wonder. Y/n looked around to be greeted by A.J. and Willy spying on them, although, with the snow covering them, it was hard to make out their figures. Y/n grabbed Mitch's shoulder and shoved him else where.

"Alright, what's going on?" Mitch interagated, "OK, can you help me with something? I saw you carve those knives. It was really cool." Y/n stopped and catched her breath. "Can you help me make a knife for A.J.? I think I have all the materials." Soon as she said that, Mitch was lost in a train of thought. It was a good minute before Y/n said something "Mitch?" Y/n muttered."I dont know. Violet asked me to go hunting with Louis to stock up food before the snow gets too heavy, I also have to renew our defenses, and a whole lotta walkers got stuck." Mitch sat on a near-bye log, Y/n joined him.

"That's like a lot. I can help clear out your schedule if you want." She chuckled. "I'll do just about anything for you to help me. Really" Y/n finished. Mitch started to rub his hands together, looking for any kind of warmth. "Uh, sure. Louis was gonna slack off anyway. Thanks for lending a hand." He smiled and got up and dusted snow off as Y/n did the same.

There was a subtle knock on the door, "Come in." She said, slipping her bag on her shoulders and holding a bow. The door opened, and Mitch walked in, "Hey, I told Louis that he doesn't need to come." Y/n placed some sort of brown cloth and pouch in her drawer and slammed it shut, loud enough to grab Mitch's attention.

"What was that?" He questioned, startle by the sound. " The drawer wouldn't shut if I didn't do that, sorry." Replied. She then opened the door for Mitch, and when he went out, she sprinted through the hall.

Mitch than matched her pace, "what are we doing first? Hunting or fixing the defenses?" She asked, finally reaching the stairs and taking a step. "Glad you asked, probably hunting. If not Assim would be bitching at me." He exclaimed. "that's nice, I'm pretty sure every animal is hibernating by now." Y/n said while taking a step. Mitch sighed, "Guess I'll be putting my hand down rabbit holes now." He groaned. Y/n started to laugh, "Just maybe, I hope you don't need to." They finally the finally step and walked towards the front doors.

Freezing cold air and piles of snow welcomed the two. Assim was shoveling snow while Clementine laid an alernative for salt on the sidewalk. Assim's hard work went to vain since A.J. and Louis was having a snowball fight with the snow he shoveled. Suddenly, a ball of snow went into Mitch's direction, and the snow flew in Mitch's face, "Louis! I swear!" Another snowball landed on Y/n's chest. It was particularly huge. "A.J., I am so gonna get you."

This is so fuckin old bye

#x reader #mitch x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #twdg fanfiction #twdg mitch

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Twelve.

Well guys, here we are at the end. Thank you so much to everyone who interacted with this, shared it, gave me such lovely, encouraging comments as well! I hope you enjoy the last chapter just as much as you have the rest :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,428

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Sore. If one word accurately described the state of Bella Thorpe at that moment, it was sore. Would she tell Angel to stop, though, as he held her down on the bed, a big hand curled around her elegant neck, thumb stroking just below her jaw...

“God damnit, that’s my good girl, look how well you take my cock, baby. You want it faster again, huh?”

Would you stop that?

Pushing his thumb between her lips, he watched her suck upon it, fire dancing through his groin as he pounded her saturated cunt, her little sobs welling in her throat, big, green eyes fixed upon him, his other thumb moving to her clit, dragging sparks over her tiny, swollen bud. It was 6am, and they hadn’t slept a wink after arriving back at the hotel at 11:15pm, all over each other for almost six hours, only pausing to rest here and there.

His entire back and chest were a mess of scratches, both of their bodies covered in love bites and teeth marks, beyond exhausted, but not willing to cease just yet. Not when their hunger for one another persisted so relentlessly. Letting go of her suck on his thumb, she wailed as he dragged it over her lip, her cries filling the room as lightning dashed, hail raining beneath her skin, the storm of her release breaking over her, her insides battered by his need to join her in sweet oblivion.

“You gonna take that big dick out and cum right down my throat?” she offered, Angel raising his eyebrows. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out as she sat up on her elbows a little, Angel moving to straddle her, pumping his cock until he came hard, decorating her tongue with the hot ribbons of his release, Bella groaning as she swallowed, licking the sensitive tip of his hardness, sitting up to scatter kisses all over his chest, her teeth biting onto one of his dark nipples with a hungry little growl.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get in the shower and then head down to get breakfast. I’m starving!” Off the bed she jumped, Angel flopping face first into the pillows. “You coming with me? We can head back up here and do it all over again, then.”

“Isabella, I just fucked you off and on for almost six hours!” he muffled. “How the hell are you still this bouncy?” He knew how. Eighteen-year-olds had energy in abundance.

“So no to shower and breakfast, then?”

“Sleep. I wanna sleep. Unless they do room service here. I could be persuaded to move for that.”

She turned the shower on before moving back to the bed, giving his ass a thorough smacking with her hands before sitting astride him. “It isn’t that fancy, big sexy. Come on!”

“Alright, but no more banging. I can’t feel the end of my dick.” it wasn’t until they were halfway through eating a while later that Angel remembered something quite vital about his girlfriend, something that meant he’d be able to get some vitally needed, undisturbed sleep before the three-and-a-half-hour ride back to Santo Padre. If Bella was well-fed, she became sleepy, like a little bear gorging itself prior to hibernation. Sure enough, she began yawning while finishing her tea, heading back up the room at 7.35am, placing the do not disturb sign on the door before they both stripped off, crawled back under the covers, and slept.

When Angel awoke five hours later, it was to a very pleasant feeling, the warm hug of Bella’s lips wrapping around his cock. Peeling the covers back, he looked down at her, arching a curious eyebrow.

“What? You told me you couldn’t feel the end of your dick.” Pausing, she kissed it, following with feathery licks. “Can you feel it now?”

“Mmm.” he groaned, lacing his hands together behind his head, watching himself vanish into her mouth again, the slow drag of her lips moving back up making his abs twitch. “Fuck, that feels too good. I fucking love how much you get off on giving me head.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, kissing the tip again. “I have to look after this gorgeous, big cock, don’t I? After all, it keeps me very happy, and it’s so thick and perfect. Mmmm, you’re right, too. I fucking love sucking on it, turns me on so bloody much.” Swallowing him back again, her short nails raked over his hips, making him shudder, stroking over his thighs, trawling up to his chest, circling his nipples before pinching them, sending his arousal charging.

He knew he shouldn’t, but instantly, his mind compared her to Mel, who was virtually silent in the bedroom, save a few moans here and there. She was wordless, where Bella wasn’t, her vocalness hugely alluring. He often thought she’d be capable of talking him to orgasm alone. Also, he had no idea how the fuck she had the kind of skills she did, being that he was only the third person she’d ever had sex with, but Angel was not about to question that.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, there’s somewhere else I need you far more,” she purred, moving astride him, sinking down on him with a soft groan, wincing with a little hiss as he filled her.

“Still sore?” he asked, his hands coming to rest on her waist, stroking her lovingly.

“Yeah, but it won’t stop me from wanting you to make me cum again. Fuck, I love you so much.” And those words right there were the sexiest she could ever speak, Angel pulling her down, hands smoothing up her back in a slow glide as he kissed her, fingers tangling in her messy waves. Pushing back up, she stroked his chest, her mouth falling open as they moved together with slow, yet focused purpose, her nails trailing over the hills and valleys of his muscles.

The way she moved on top of him, it was hypnotic, unlike anything Angel had ever experienced, her body rolling and undulating like she was made of liquid. Quite simply, he’d never been ridden like that in his whole life. She absolutely blew his mind, this beautiful young woman he was lucky enough to call his once more.

The pace became more urgent and frenzied by the second, voracity replacing the slower and more sumptuous enjoyment that had prevailed thus far, Bella grinding down on him eagerly as he moved beneath her with more purpose, both driving deeper moans from one another. Each keen undulation caused him to feel sparks flickering his spine, while she had her own bliss pulsing softly, increasing more the faster she moved, fervidly chasing her release as she began to rub her clit, her other hand flexing at his chest, nails digging in.

A string of panted expletives left her mouth as she felt herself reach the shining light of her undoing, blazing through her like a bright, winter dawn and taking him with her to a gloriously sweet climatic finish, intensity throbbing through them and leaving them both breathless, shuddering wrecks.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, kissing her hair, stroking her, his eyelids growing heavy as the sparkling blanket of orgasm swathed him in a weighted shroud.

“I love you, too.” She kissed him, resting her head on his chest, her eyes fluttering shut. They snoozed for just over half an hour, before the looming checkout drove them from the bed and into their clothes, ready to head home. During one of their stops along the way, they made plans to head to La Jolla first, so she could collect some of her stuff and head back to Santo Padre with him, arriving in front of the beach house at coming up to 6pm, Angel hesitant to see Deb’s car parked outside, next to Bella’s little blue Nissan.

She’d of course revealed she’d passed her test in the time between them last being together, but that wasn’t all. Angel’s hesitation was borne of the fact that Bella had detailed her mother’s thoughts on their relationship once she’d come clean and confessed all to her, thinking that the age gap was too big.

“Come on, she’ll like you when she meets you!”

“Yeah, she really gon’ love the grown assed man who was bangin’ a new hole into her underage daughter for five months last year,” he snorted, his feet planting.

Bella reached for his arm, stroking the thick bulk of his muscles. “She knows that you didn’t know, though. She also said you went up in her estimations for finishing with me as soon as you did, too.”

He made an uncomfortable noise at the back of his throat. “I did the last time, though. That still fucking haunts me, that I went there knowingly.” And it did. It smacked him upside the head every time he remembered it, leaving an icky feeling lingering.

“She doesn’t need to know that, though. That’s no one’s business but ours. We were both all emotional and heartbroken, not thinking clearly. Besides, it’s in the past, I’m eighteen now, and my choice is made. You’re my choice. Being without you, it isn’t what I want, so she’ll just have to get used to it. Come on, it’ll be fine, my mum’s nice, she’s like me,” she further encouraged, Angel only feeling marginally better.

She took his hand, walking down the steps towards the small, gravelled path that led to their front door, a front door that opened, revealing the lady herself, sipping a steaming cup of nettle tea. She eyed them both, her gaze flickering between them, nodding a little as a small smirk tilted the corner of her mouth. A gorgeous Latino guy who was much older than Bella; he matched the description of a certain someone in particular.

“Good evening, daughter of mine,” she began, nodding in the direction of the tall man whose hand she held. “I take it this is the infamous Angel?”

“Yeah, this is him.” Deb eyed him shrewdly, shaking her head a little bit before offering her hand.

“I did wonder how long it would take. Come in, both of you.”

“Fuck, she has some grip for a botanist.” he muttered, Bella snorting with laughter as he shook his hand in the wake of greeting Deb, who walked into the kitchen, switching on the coffee machine. She was a swirl of emotions within, but kept poised as thoughts tumbled through her head, all of them conflicting. He was too old for her daughter, who although was now of legal age, was still a teenager, and he was pushing forty. However, she couldn’t discount for a second that she hadn’t seen her little belly boo look so lit up inside in a long time. Not since she was with him the first time around.

It didn’t mean she wasn’t about to have some fun busting his balls, though.

“So,” she began, pointing to the coffee machine with an inquiring face, watching them both nod. “How did this happen?”

“We met at the festival by chance, and well, yeah. We got back together yesterday afternoon,” Bella confirmed, Deb pouring coffee grinds into the top before smacking the lid shut. The action made Angel jump a bit, and she tried not to laugh, at seeing a six foot three, probably close to two-hundred-pound biker look like he was on the verge of passing out.

She moved to hoist herself up onto the counter, picking up her tea. “And where did you stay last night?”

“Hotel,” Bella confirmed. Her mum knew that already, though.

“Together?” Oh, she could have killed her. She was doing this on purpose for her own amusement, to make Angel feel as uncomfortable as she could.

“Yep,” he confirmed, turning away and closing his eyes tightly for a moment, embarrassment riddling him, Bella eyeing her mum sharply, mouthing ‘stop!’ as she tried not to laugh, turning Angel back around again, hugging his arm.

“I hope condoms were used.”

“Mummy!” Bella gasped sharply.

“If the ground could just open up and swallow me right now, or a flock of seagulls fly in and take me away...” Angel trailed off, laughing uncomfortably. Deb couldn’t help but snort a little with laughter. He was funny, she liked that.

“And do you do that to all women you’re with, Angel? Make their neck look like they’ve gotten into a brawl with a vacuum cleaner?” Of course, the hickeys.

He didn’t know what the hell to say, so he just went with his gut reaction. If she was going to try and make him feel as uncomfortable as she could, he’d just do what he always did. Be himself. “It’s part of my charm, Deb.” he smiled, hoping he wasn’t about to get kicked in the balls, Bella exploding into giggles at his side.

“Okay, mum. Stop it now,” she cried, Deb sipping her tea, her eyebrows quivering in delight.

“Stop what? I’m just getting to know your boyfriend.”

“You’re mortifying him!” Bella yelled, picking up the nearby tea towel and throwing it at her. “And me!”

“Bella, don’t be naughty,” she warned, placing the towel down at her side.

“Pots and kettles, mother!”

“Alright, okay,” she began, laughing softly. “I’ll be good and give you a chance, Angel. Although I am still firmly of the opinion that you’re much too old for her.”

He snorted softly. “I’m thirty-eight, not dead.”

Again, she laughed, feeling herself liking him in spite of her resolute opinion. “So, tell me about yourself, then.”

They all sat down at the island once coffee had been made, Angel speaking of his life, interests and suchlike, Deb nodding periodically, finding a big common ground with him. His favourite author was one of hers.

“I always wish he’d have written more novels; I really do. I absolutely adored The Prisoner of Heaven. Did you read the English translations or are you fluent in your parent’s native language?” she asked, referencing the book by Spanish author Carlos Ruiz Zafón.

“All of his later work I read translated, because I speak better Spanish than I read it, but my mom made me read his young adult novels in Spanish, so I’d get a better grasp of it. It was important to her, that Ezekiel and I learned. He kinda let it fall by the wayside a little bit, he isn’t as fluent, but I am. Means I get to talk to pop about him and he mostly ain’t got a clue what’s being said, which is fun,” he detailed, Deb nodding, laughing softly. He didn’t look like the type to read, but how apt the saying that you should never judge a book by its cover was in that very instance.

“And what about this right here?” she then spoke, changing the subject and lifting his arm, tapping his Mayans tattoo. “Mayans MC. You’re all outlaws, aren’t you?”

He got the distinct impression he couldn’t bullshit her, but couldn’t very well detail the truth to her either, so chose somewhere in between. “Some claim that, some say we’re simply a motorcycle enthusiasts club.”

Her reply was direct and speedy. “And what do you say?”

“I say I am who I am, and who I am isn’t necessarily what I do. Who I am is someone who intends to take the very best care of your daughter, because I love her, and it’s that simple. That’s all you have to worry about, Deb.” She wasn’t stupid, and she was worried, about her only child getting herself involved with a man who she more than certainly deduced was involved in criminal activities somehow, by his reluctance to give her any details about the club. What she did see, though, was how genuine his intentions towards Bella were, how clearly he adored her, too.

It could have been worse, she thought to herself. She could be in a relationship with a guy her own age who hadn’t matured yet, who would spend the vast majority of time acting a fool, messing her around and the like. She got the impression clearly that Angel wasn’t that type. Sure, he had a lot of self-confidence, maybe he was even a little arrogant, but he was sure of himself, much smarter than she thought he gave himself credit for, and above all, he made her daughter happy.

Despite her reservations, that was what she couldn’t discount the most.

They stayed for another hour, Bella grabbing a few changes of clothes, telling her mum she’d be back in a few days, having nowhere to be since she was on her summer break from college. With that, Deb waved them off from the door, still not entirely sure over the whole thing, but sitting a little easier with it now that she’d actually met Angel. She could see what all the fuss was over now.

During the first few weeks they were back together, Angel made a big effort with her mum, insisting on spending time up in La Jolla, even if it did mean he had to sleep on the couch when Deb was home and he stayed overnight, which he thought was funny, since she clearly knew their relationship was sexual. It reminded him back when he was dating in high school and was forced to do the same by whichever girl in question’s parents.

With Deb’s work meaning that she travelled a lot, going on research trips and speaking at events and conferences, he did get to spend time there without being confined to the couch. On some of those occasions, though, he did wish he was still there...

“Fucking hell, B!” he grumbled, Bella squeaking with delight as she raced out of bed, managing to knee him in the thighs on her way several times, throwing on her undies and his shirt. “It’s 8am, why are you squealing at 8am?”

“UPS man!”

With that she was gone from her bedroom, racing down the stairs while buttoning his shirt, practically skiing to the front door over the polished wood floor to retrieve her huge parcel excitedly. When a sleepy Angel arrived with her, looking delicious in a pair of low-slung sweats and his hair all messy, Bella was cutting the tape open with a knife, still at level one hundred of excitement.

She only paused to lean down and blow a big raspberry on his happy trail, as she often did when it was presented. Angel knew exactly what he was doing. “So, what’s in the box that’s got you all bouncy?”

“Gran’s care package, all the food from the UK that can’t be bought over here!” He’d never actually been present for one of these unboxings before, Bella beginning to pull things out with gusto.

“Ribena!” she yelled, Angel feeling like his eardrums were about to explode, moving to the coffee machine and switching it on, locating the ground coffee as he yawned. Turning around, he saw a box he instantly recognised, one of the few British foods he’d actually tried thanks to Bella.

“Gimme!” Gesturing with his hand, Bella passed him one of the six boxes of Jaffa Cakes, Angel cramming two in his mouth at once as soon as he’d opened the box and cellophane wrapper. It was worth noting that if you ever wished to bribe Angel Reyes, you could do so with the promise of delicacies comprised of chocolate and orange.

“Monster Munch, oooh! And prawn cocktail crisps!” Immediately, a packet of the latter was opened, Bella cramming in as many as she could fit with a look of bliss upon her face as she crunched through them. “Try one!”

“Hold on.” He paused, taking the juice from the fridge and having a few gulps, not thinking that chocolate and orange would really go well with something prawn flavoured before taking one. “Oh my god, no!”

She burst out laughing at his face, Angel going right to the trash and spitting it out, picking up the apple juice again to cleanse himself of the bad taste. “They taste like pussy that ain’t been washed, man!”

“Angel, don’t be disgusting!” she chastised, smacking his chest.

“They fucking do. Ugh, dude!” he grimaced, rummaging in the box. “What’s this stuff?”

“Marmite! You have it on toast, it’s amazing.” Two slices of toast later, and Angel was cautiously biting a corner.

“That tastes like death.” Nope, he was not a fan. “You’d better brush your teeth before you kiss me again. No, for real, get off!” What followed then was Bella chasing him around the kitchen, puckering her lips, in absolute hysterics as his reluctance, poking her finger in the jar of Marmite during one lap of the island, trying to get it on him. “Don’t you do it, mamas! No!” he warned, grabbing her wrists, Bella not able to fight against his strength, both of them laughing hard. Eventually, she sucked the offending brown goo form her finger, continuing to unpack the box.

Through trial and error, he found that HP sauce was another failure, Cadbury’s Mini Rolls were a win, as were Monster Munch and Space Raiders. It was a somewhat odd breakfast, but he didn’t mind at all. It made a change from his usual egg whites and a smoothie. What he enjoyed even more after they’d taken a long soak in the bath together was a morning of doing absolutely nothing at all, lazing around the house in comfy clothes, listening to music and talking.

Well, that and other pursuits that required a little more energy. Not much, but a tad.

“How can one person be so fucking good with their mouth?” Bella sighed, stroking Angel’s hair as she lay back on the couch, his mouth buried between her legs.

Pausing from pushing his tongue into her opening, he ran a lick to her clit, circling, sucking on her languidly. “I could ask you the same question here. I’ve never had anyone make me cum so quick from a blowjob before I met you.”

She chuckled softly. “Yeah, I am pretty good, aren’t I?”

“Mmm,” he confirmed, sucking at her again. “Yes you are, querida.” He continued to lay licks of wet heat over her clit until she began to pant rapidly, her sweet, soft moans signalling her blooming, Angel stopping at the crucial moment, turning her side on, moving to lie behind her, his cock steered into the hot grasp of her pussy a second later, levering her thigh up, her knee sliding into the pit of his elbow as he sank in and out of her slowly, laying hot, open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her shoulder and back again.

It was a slow storm gathering, her hot slick bathing him as he trawled slow, rocking back and forth as his fingertips found her clit, stroking lightly. It edged on too much, but blended with not enough, Bella, trembling, but happy to be exactly where he held her, pleasure gathering without ascension. Sensations fizzed up her spine, the bulk of his muscles pressing to her back making her feel feverish, his groans as he kissed her neck causing her walls to flutter around where he split her wide.

Slowly, he began giving her more intensity, cock scraping her walls faster, lighting her up like a bonfire, her cries filling the room as the onslaught of him beginning to spear her harder, Bella turning her head to kiss him messily, tongue circling his, reaching back to clasp the back of his head, nails digging in as he rutted her deep, his fingers adding pressure against her clit that sent stars streaking through her.

She fluttered around him madly, the pulsing heat of her dragging it from him, his cock twitching within the velvet hug of her cunt, her light beginning to blaze over his horizon as it crested and broke like a winter dawn, Angel flooding her deeply, his fingers gentling but not stopping, the sensations rolling through her deeply, warming her bones, his cum dripping out from her around his slowing cock as they fought to breathe.

The pleasure lay heavy within them, dreamy bliss sending them into the soft realms of slumber, Angel pulling the large throw down from the back of the couch, covering them, remaining inside her as they drifted off. An hour of napping later and they dressed, taking a walk down the beach, the early afternoon warmed but for the brisk breeze coming in from the ocean, the sunshine thawing the slightly biting chill.

The day reminded Bella how life had been without him, cold and biting, the sunshine warming through his return to her life, as she always dreamed that he would. She was lucky, so, so lucky that he had, too. Her lie, she realised, could have burned the bridge between them forever.

“Dude, what gives?” he asked, hearing her begin to sniff, turning to see her with tears streaming down her cheeks, Bella flapping the hand that wasn’t holding his.

“It’s just... I’m... and you’re... and I...”

He laughed softly. “Those are words, but they don’t explain much.”

“I hurt you so badly! And I’m terrified of it happening again, ruining it somehow and ending up without you because I buggered it all up!”

He halted her then, hands resting either side of her neck, thumbs reaching to stroke her cheeks. “Yeah, you did. But what happened, it’s in the past. Do you plan on telling any other lies to me, and I don’t mean little ones like you ate all my protein bars or used the last of my black pepper shower gel...”

“I don’t use it all!” she interrupted.

“Yes you do! You do it because you like smelling of me, I know it, you know it, don’t even front, Isabella!”

It worked, she began to laugh, drying her eyes. “Alright, alright! And to answer your question, no. No more lies, not ever.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about, because I ain’t going anywhere.” He pulled her close, kissing her head.

“You swear?”

The way she looked up at him, her beautiful, green eyes still glassy, Angel knew. He knew right then exactly how he could prove to her how very permanently he saw himself returned to her. “You wanna know how serious I am that we ain’t gonna be apart again?”

She nodded, reaching to stroke his face.

“Alright.” He took a breath, smiling, knowing that either way, he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life.

“Will you marry me?”

The End.*

*WELL, the end until I begin posting the mini-sequel, besties!

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