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bountycancelled · 3 months

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(un)secret admirer

luke castellan x child of aphrodite!reader

tip me on kofi, if you feel so inclined

requested: nope, I'm just currently obsessing over pjo (aren't we all?) and Charlie bushnell is my pookie so luke is also my pookie (what about all the people he murdered– what murdaaaa?!)

warnings: none I believe!

content: probably ooc luke becusse I haven't read the books, I don't know if demigods even nap, I don't remember the movies and he's barely in the show lol, some cuddling, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, also I know demi gods are dyslexic i just dont gaf because i thought this concept was cute, that's all!

a/n: SEND ME PJO REQS! please. also this is short and I'm sorry, I've been having horrid writers block.

"I don't get what the big deal is." Lukes voice could be heard from where he sat on your bed, as you gazed at the piece of paper in your hand, pacing back and forth in your room as you analysed its every minute detail to the best of your abilities. "you get letters from the other campers all the time."

"I already told you Luke. this handwriting isn't the same as any other letter I've gotten, so that means it's from someone who's never sent me a note before, and I need to know who it is."

you had recieved a myriad of letters ranging from 'I think you're pretty' to 'I would sacrifice my right arm just to get a hug from you' during your time here at camp. beyond being drop dead gorgeous, you were kind, always wearing a charming smile on your face, and having the ability to comfort people with your presence alone.

that (coupled with the facts that most kids here had some kind of parental baggage and your kindness definitely filled some kind of void) meant that you recieved many a words from not so secret admirers. you were sure that you knew the identities of the people who had given you sealed envelopes and tightly folded papers, but you were currently stumped.

you were startled out of your staring contest with the scribbled ink by the feeling of Lukes arms around your shoulders as he spoke. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually, now can you please come back to bed? you know that I can't nap if you're not with me."

you sighed, letting him lead you back to your bed so that he could rest before you two inevitable of the two of you needing to help around the camp occured. you stared up at the ceiling as he slowly started to dose off beside you, before you gasped and shot up, effectively spooking him out of a peaceful moment.

"it's Percy!" you shushed Luke before he had the chance to complain about your sudden exclamation or the fact that you weren't letting him get a wink of midday sleep. "I mean, he's just met me, and one of my friends probably told him some stuff about me–"

"it's not Percy." Luke deadpanned, pushing you down by the shoulder from the upright postpone you were sat in to make you lay back down, and wrapping his arm around your waist. you were shocked into silence, because although Luke was an affectionate friend, he had never cuddled you while he was still awake. he would always wake up and discovering that he had wrapped around you in his sleeping state, apologising sheepishly while retracting his limbs.

after a few moments of stunned silence, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement. "and how do you know it's not him, huh?" he simply blew air from his nose, tightening his grip around your waist.

"because it was me, sweetheart."

now that shut you up fairly quickly, as you bit your lip to try to hinder the giddy smile that wanted to form on your features. you opened your mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Luke placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

"we'll talk when we wake up, alright?" but you weren't having any of that. "okay... but, before you go to bed. how long have you liked me? is this actually the first letter you've sent? why wouldn't you just tell me, you idiot. obviously I like you too. I know you said some stuff that you like about me in the letter, but I want you to tell me about everything you like about me, like every feature, every trait-"

Luke chuckled, sporting a big grin as you spoke. he would tell you all of that and more, he would do anything you asked of him, just as long as he got to hold you in his arms just like this.

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malum-forev · 5 months

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In My Head

Bucky was past the point of anger. Sam could tell by the way Bucky stared at him with tense eyebrows. He had been for the past sixteen hours.

“What the hell is wrong with you now?” Sam massaged his temples. They had barely escaped death days prior, he didn’t have the time or energy to deal with whatever Bucky’s problem was.

But the Sergeant kept quiet.

Sam huffed, leaning his head back on the wall of the plane.

Just three more hours and we’re back home. Sam thought.

Bucky grinded his teeth, keeping his eyes set on the floor. He felt his blood like fire, rushing through his whole body. His thoughts were racing, a thousand miles per hour. His muscles felt weak but he couldn’t fall asleep, not after what happened.

A flashback to the moment where everything almost ended came back but Bucky shook his head, trying to erase the memory. But nothing would let him forget what he saw in those last seconds.

Then the all-consuming rage came back again.

Bucky had been going through this vicious cycle for the past 72 hours.

His body tried to betray him when the plane landed, Bucky’s sore body begged for mercy. Even one hour of rest would help but he was on a mission.

Bucky stalked off the ramp directly into the compound’s common area.

“Buck!” Steve rose from the couch, happy to see his best friend alive and back.

But instead of greeting his friend, Bucky kept walking. “Where is she.”

“She? Who?”

“She’s got you too, huh.” Bucky scoffed. “Un-fucking-believable.”

The elevator ride up to the bedrooms was too long for him. He needed to unleash the rage he’d been filtering for days, and there was only one person responsible for everything.

You thought you were getting a relaxed Sunday. No one needed help, the world was at peace, and you were going to watch disgustingly cheesy movies all day.

Key word- thought.

Suddenly your door was being almost smashed by a couple of knocks.

“I know you’re in there.” Bucky’s voice boomed.

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible. He would go away eventually, right?

“Open the damn door!” He yelled. “I can hear your breathing pattern.”

Your “relationship”, if you could even call it that, with Bucky is strained to say the least.

He’s a veteran who should be retired, you’re a newer hire. He likes things to be done a specific way, you always try new things. He wants to lead, you want to lead.

“I’m not on the clock right now so technically, you’re not my boss.” You yelled back, throwing a popcorn kernel in the air and catching it in your mouth.

“Open this fucking door you witch!”

“Sorceress.” You corrected him. If he was going to try and use your powers to insult, he should do it the correct way.

You heard a growl then a pop. As you sit up in bed, the door handle from your side of the room falls to the floor and the door flies open.

“Guess the door was open after all.” Bucky gives you a fake smile.

“Why are you here.” You turn away from him, partly to act disinterested and partly to stop looking at him. He wasn’t your favorite person in the world but you’re only human! You hadn’t seen him in days and the ruffled ways of his hair and unkempt beard made your breath hitch.

“You know why I’m here.” He gripped the metal pole on your bed’s footboard, you turn only your head towards him blinking a couple of times at the sight of his rolled-up Henley exposing his forearms. When the fuck did you start being attracted to forearms, when did that even become a thing! You followed the popped-up veins traveling from his knuckles to his elbows where they disappeared completely.

“I don’t have time for your mysterious ways, Barnes.” You turn back to your movie. “Either tell my why you’re pissed or get out.”

With two steps he’s standing next to you again. His stern blue eyes pierced through you, forcing your head up.

“How did you do it.” Bucky says through gritted teeth.

Your eyebrows furrow.

“This is the last time I’ll ask politely.” You could see the anger in his eyes. “How the fuck did you do it!”

You stand up. He was still ways taller than you but no one was going to come into your room and speak to you like that.

“I have no clue as to what you’re talking about.” You crossed your arms. “So, this is the last time I’ll ask you properly. Get out.”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh. “Is this a joke to you? This job? Be careful how you talk to me because I can make everything go away in a second.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Your breathing quickens as your anger rises. “You have no right being here when I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong?!” Bucky yells coming closer to you. “You almost cost me my life that’s what you did! Now you say nothing’s wrong?”

“Your life? How the hell am I responsible for a mistake you made thousands of miles away!” You stand inches away from his face, rage hovering over both of you like a cloud.

“You got in here!” Bucky points to his head “I know you did some spell just for me to mess up!”

“I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t try and get you killed!” You yell.

“Then how the fuck did I see you when I was going down!” He yells back and your room suddenly goes quiet, only the sounds of your heavy breathing could be heard.

“Y- you saw me when you were dying?” You whisper, looking up at his crystal blue eyes.

Bucky sucked in a breath, his eyes going from yours to your lips.

“You were in my head, I know you did it on purpose.” Bucky’s eyes stopped at your lips.

“I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Your mind must have been playing tricks on you because you were almost certain Bucky was coming closer to you.

But suddenly, the heat radiating off his body was ripped away from you. He jumped towards the door and out the hallway.

“I need to leave.” He said, coughing into his hand. Red splotches adorning his cheeks. “I’m sorry about your door handle, I’ll have someone come by and fix it.”

All you could do was nod.

“I-my-I’m.” Bucky stuttered.

“Have a nice rest of your Sunday, Sarge.” You said and he nodded his head, hurrying down to his bedroom.

You fell back onto your bed. This has got to be the weirdest Sunday ever.

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asmosmainhoe · 4 months

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MC draws the brothers

im kinda shy to ask this but, can u make artist!mc drawing brothers and others and them reacting to it?(*´-`)

- @maiitski

Note: This was incredibly fun to write! I also only did the brothers, because I don't write for more than 7 characters in one post

Gender: neutral

Warnings: heavy language

Lucifer

You often draw him when he's working, because then he's absolutely still for hours

At first he doesn't exactly know what you're doing over there with your notebook. The first guess is some kind of study and you're simply looking for some peace and quiet to focus

Once he's done with the mountain of paperwork he walks over to you and glances over your shoulder

Oh wow. The portrait you drew of him looks fantastic and he nods proudly until he notices some special details

"Why are the spots under my eyes so dark?"

"Well, you've been working for hours now."

"I see..my hair looks so disheveled as well."

"You just really need some rest."

A portrait falls out of your notebook when you leave the room and he quickly hides it in one of his drawers. There is no way he won't treasure your hard work

Mammon

To say that it's difficult to draw a picture of the greedy demon is a complete understatement since he's in constant movements

The only time you catch him truly sitting still is when he's counting money after a long day of casino activities

"Look at what I won, MC! Hey, you're not even listenin'!"

"Sorry, Mammon. I didn't notice that you talked to me."

"What are ya doin' anyways, huh?"

His voice gets caught in his throat and he starts coughing violently. Partly to hide his embarrassment

"It l-looks pretty cool."

Translation: THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING HE HAS EVER SEEN

"I can get rid of it if you want me to."

"Are ya mad?! You can't just destroy a picture of the great Mammon! Give that to me."

Leviathan

By now it's routine for you to chill in his room to watch him play in the evening, but sometimes it does get a bit boring. Especially when he's playing a game that isn't your cup of tea

So you take out your notebook and start drawing whatever comes to your mind. This time it happens to be the envious third born

But you can't satisfy yourself with a normal portrait, no. You decide to draw him as if he's a character from the game he's currently obsessing over and proudly show him your work once you're done

You can watch Levi's soul leave his body in real time once he realizes that out of all the cool things in his room you drew him

"I-I can't believe you drew me! Me! It looks so good too! MC, I've got to have this! Please!"

I can see him roll around the room crying and screaming if you refuse to hand over the drawing

Satan

Once he loses himself in a book he turns into a freaking statue

Of course he has seen your drawings before and he absolutely adores them. There are several cat pictures from you hanging on his walls

But seeing you put his own features onto paper is a whole other thing

You manage to make him blush a little and chuckle in embarrassment as he inspects your work

"You're extremely talented. It almost looks real."

As Satan inspects your portrait an idea comes to his mind and a mischievous grin forms on his lips

"Do you perhaps take requests? I'd love for you to draw me tower over Lucifer. Preferably him cowering on the ground while I step on him."

"You know exactly that he will kill me if I do that."

"Oh, well. It was worth a shot."

Asmodeus

DRAW HIM LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH DEMONS

Please, the moment he notices that you're drawing him he's going to strike poses left and right

"Let me fix the light real quick! Oh, I how do I look? Is my hair sitting correctly? Oh, why am I even asking? Of course it does!"

It's not the first time that someone either draws him or takes a picture of him, but with you it's special

Now you have to show him your entire notebook! He has to know if there are more portraits of him!

And there are. Most of them are him in an absolutely relaxed position and often times when he's not dolled up at all

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have gotten ready!"

"You looked the most beautiful in these moments. I didn't wanna disturb them- are you crying?"

"No! OF COURSE I AM!"

Beelzebub

Please, to him you're the most talented artist he has ever seen! And he doesn't hold back with that thought!

One time you drew food just for fun and he ate the entire paper, because it looked way too good. You have to admit that that's quite the high compliment

And Beel has such beautiful and drawable features so how couldn't you put that on a piece of paper?

"Can I see what you're doing?"

The hungry demon gets to lost in it that he's just silent for a very long time. It gets to a point where you worried that he might not like it

"I can throw it away if you want to."

"No, why? I love it."

He never really realized how good he looks until now

"Can I keep it?"

Belphegor

Our sleeping beauty over here is perfect to draw considering he sleeps so still that one might think he actually died

One time you don't even notice that he woke up from his nap and is wondering what you're so focused on

It's only when he leans over to get a peak inside your notebook. You quickly hide the drawings of him, but it's too late for that now. The damage is done and you brace yourself for his teasing

"Wow, you must really like me."

"Shut up."

"This is some Levi-level simping."

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

You guys wrestle over the notebook for a little while until he grows tired of it and lays down again with a yawn

"Fine. Keep your secrets. Your notebook is probably full with my face anyways."

"No."

"Next thing I will find out is that you have a shrine dedicated to me."

"You're such an ass."

"But a pretty one."

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 months

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[4:02 pm]

"Nobody would ever believe me," you whispered to yourself as you looked down at Renjun and carded your fingers through his silky hair.

He hummed, eyes blinking slowly in comfort and pleasure, “huh?”

“Nothing honey, just the show,” you reply nonchalantly, though your eyes are locked on your sleepy boyfriend on your lap. You raise your phone just out of his sight and snap a picture. It was a cute memory, but it could also be used for blackmail knowing your boyfriend.

This was a very, very rare occurrence. Renjun willingly being affectionate, seeking out your affection, and while the sun was out. Usually, Renjun was a bit like a huffy, mean toddler when you tried you get affection from him. He puffed out his cheeks and pushed your hands away, only wanting affection when he was ready for it. It was something you’d gotten used to in your relationship. He wasn’t overly affectionate, which was fine, not everyone was. This just made it all the more special when he did go out of his way to initiate affection with you.

Usually, this would happen when he was sick, had been gone for a while, or, like now, was tired. He had snuck up onto your lap, gently laid his head in your lap, curled up, and pulled your hand to his hair. It was cute.

However, it was now unfortunate that a sense one boredom was sinking in and the tv remote was on the opposite end of the couch. You tried reaching to no avail. You leaned over as far as you could without disturbing Renjun and still couldn’t reach. What were you going to do?

His eyes were fully closed with soft breaths escaping him. He looked so peaceful. You reached for a throw pillow and as carefully as you could you lifted his head and slid the pillow under. He whined quietly, shifting to get comfortable before calming down. You got the remote and stretched your legs. While you were up, why not move around?

You walked to your room to change into pajamas, you had just changed when a pouty Renjun walked into the room and threw his arms around your waist. “You left me,” he whined tiredly.

“I wanted to get comfortable,” you reply. You go to move forward and find that Renjun shuffles forward with you.

You take another step and he moved with you again, “are you going to let go?”

You can feel him shake his head against your back where his cheek is pressed to your sweater, “it’s your punishment for leaving me alone.”

And really it was your own fault for thinking someone as stubborn as Renjun wouldn’t follow through with this pettiness. You walked to the kitchen with Renjun stuck to your back, he moved with you at every bend of the waist, reaching on the tips of your toes, and lean against the cabinet doors.

“Can you hurry up?” He huffed as you munched on some chips while staring into the fridge.

“You can go lay down, I’ll be right there,” you offer instead.

“Or you can pick something from the fridge and take it with you while we both go to the couch, come on,” he urges.

“But I can’t decide if I want strawberries or grapes. And I really haven’t drank enough water today but the lemonade is calling my name,” you ponder aloud.

Renjun half groans, half whines, his arms tightening around your waist. “Get the strawberries and lemonade and let’s go! Please.”

You laugh, following his directions before shuffling back to the couch. Renjun watches you get comfortable before laying down on top of you, his previous sleepiness gone for the moment as he opens his mouth with an “ahh” for a bite of strawberry.

You lean down, peppering his cheeks with affectionately aggressive kisses, “you’re so cute Renjun!”

He groans out loudly, moving his head away, but does nothing else to stop your affection, Stop it!”

“My little clingy baby! Tell me you love me.”

He scowls, his cheeks red with embarrassment, “who says I do?”

You scoff, “how about you whining and clinging to me like a baby koala?”

He huffs, eyes locked on the screen for a second of silence before he finally replies, “delete the picture you took and I’ll tell you.”

Your jaw drops as you gasp, “how did you know I even took a picture? I won’t show anyone, I promise!”

He raises his eyebrows, giving you a skeptical look from the corner of his eyes, “pinky promise?”

You interlock your pinkies, “with a cherry on top.”

“Fine… I love you, I guess,” he sighs out in faux annoyance.

You smile brightly, pressing another series of kisses to his cheeks, “I knew it!”

He turns his body fully, giving you a questioning look, “you’re not even going to say it back?”

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ka3mika · 6 months

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FIREWORKS IN TOW WITH YOU

Watching the fireworks with your longtime colleague, who you can’t help but silently love.

It’s peaceful, the only sound heard being the wind and fireworks, as it can be for a Friday night.

You’d only came for the festival not far away but you soon ended up with Dazai on a small roof, far enough from the edge but not so far that you couldn’t see the colourful streets below.

“What do you think, pretty?” He asks, a small grin on his face.

It’s hard to tell whether he’s calling you pretty or the view but you take it the way anyone would believe, sighing in comfort at the sights above and below.

“Definitely.” You gaze at your sleeves for a moment, hoping the darkness would hide your tinted cheeks.

“…Hey, look at that one.” the detective points up, making your eyes wander to a illuminated firework right above you both.

A bright red heart.

Your cheeks seemed to heat up at that, light awe on your face at the sight.

Unbeknownst to you, someone else’s cheeks were also heated up in light awe at the sight, not of the fireworks but of a person.

“Rather fitting, no?” A teasing voices awakens you from your gaze.

“Fitting, how so?” You ask, head turning to look at him.

“Well, this is pretty romantic.” He grins playfully, hand outstretched for you to take it.

“Huh.. It is, isn’t it?” You quietly reply, taking his hand with your head faced away from him once more to gaze at the fireworks.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise, seeing as you constantly danced around each other with comments such as these, but the sincerity and atmosphere seemed to top every single other comment made by each other in that moment.

Your hands simply stay intertwined for somewhere between five and ten minutes, both looking up peacefully and sneaking occasional glances at each other.

“If you were asked, would you consider a true relationship, Dazai?” You break the silence, now looking down at the families and couples walking through the pretty pathways.

“True?” He repeats, “If the one I wish for asked, no doubt I would.”

The one he wished for, huh?

“Must be a lucky person.” You reply, still gazing away.

“My, what a charmer you are! Though on the contrary, I would consider myself the lucky one for even being in their presence for a few moments.”

A comfortable silence fills the air once more as you wonder who could have caught Dazai’s eye.

You can’t really see them as an agency member, maybe it’s that sweet waitress?

“What are they like?” You question, sighing quietly.

You’re not devastated, you expected him to get a partner one day, serious or not, but…

“You.” He suddenly says, making you pause.

Like you or you?

“In truth, they’re much like you, too much so that I can deny it’s anyone but you.” His hand clutches your slightly tighter at that, his usual shine when he was asking someone to do a double suicide at least 10x brighter in your vision.

“..Me?!” Your eyes widen, face lightly red.

A small hum of approval is heard and your brain goes blank.

“Most definitely.”

“…Are you asking me out?” You gawk, the idea being maddening in your head.

“Well, yeah.” He grins, not minding your denial of the situation.

“I— i accept then, Dazai.” You manage to muster out, your face a shade of rose-like red.

A chuckle is all it takes for your head to go fuzzy.

“Call me Osamu, if you wish.”

Okay, your head is definitely fuzzy.

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holylulusworld · 7 months

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Big grumpy bear (2)

Summary: He’s grumpy. You are sweet. A match made in heaven.

Pairing: Alpha!Walter Marshall x OmegaReader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, grumpy alpha, scenting, fluff, jealous alpha, possessive (a hint) alpha

Catch up here: Big grumpy bear

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“Good morning,” you chirp as you walk toward your office. You’re in a good mood because it will be a wonderful day. You’re sure about it.

You are wearing a brand-new square-neck floral dress with short sleeves. The bohemian dress has a high waist and elegant ruffle hems. It’s cute and you feel pretty. Most importantly, you are ready to impress your chosen alpha.

While you fall into your daily morning routine and greet all of your colleagues you feel Walter’s eyes on you.

His features darken as one of your male colleagues dares to put his hand on your arm to stop you.

The man only tries to talk to you about the footage you checked for his case, but Walter won’t have it.

Walter gets up from his swivel chair, almost knocking the chair over as he rises to his full height. He strides toward you and the man, eyes hard and jaw set.

You feel him behind you, his gaze on the man, but his hand on your shoulder. “Excuse us. Miss Y/L/N has an appointment with me. We need to discuss the footage of my latest case.”

“Well, buddy,” the man tries to swipe Walter’s hand off your shoulder. He doesn’t know that you and the alpha are kinda of dating. Or you are not. You’re not sure about it. At least Walter allowed you to take care of him a little bit over the last three weeks. “I talked to her first. Your case must wait.”

Uh-oh. The guy is in trouble. Walter cracks his neck. He huffs and squeezes your shoulder.

“I need to help Detective Marshall now. I gave you my report yesterday. Your partner said the case is closed. If you need to discuss the details with me again, we need to do it later,” you try to calm Walter, but the other detective seems to be the kind of alpha wanting to mark another alpha’s territory.

Or he’s just dull…

“As I said, I talked to you first. You must focus on my case,” the detective makes you sigh. In his line of work, he should be able to control his anger and nature better.

You know men like him. They all believe omegas and betas must follow their orders like obedient puppies. The twenty-first century is forgotten the moment they want you to do something for them.

“Your partner said the case is closed,” Walter snarls at the detective. “I know him. If he closes a case, it is closed. So, what is this about? Huh? Do you want to make another woman unhappy? This worked out well for that lab tech you dated last year.”

“Careful, Marshall,” the man bites back. “Don’t get in between me and that omega.”

You sigh again. This could’ve been such a lovely day. “That is enough,” you snap your fingers in front of the detective’s face. “If the case is closed, there is no need to waste my time. Let me tell you this right away. I wouldn’t poke you with a stick. And I already set my eyes on an alpha.”

Walter proudly puffs his chest. “You heard her. Get out of her sight!” He gruffly says. “Miss Y/L/N, can we talk about the footage now?”

Exhaling sharply, you turn around. You need a moment to calm down and find your inner peace. “Let’s go, detective.”

“You need to eat this and have more water.” The moment you had Walter at your office you switched to caring omega modus again.

He grumbles as you place a homemade sandwich and a cupcake in front of him. “I told you not to feed me,” Walter says but grabs the sandwich, nonetheless. He digs in, humming as he munches the food you made for him. “I can take care of myself.”

“I can defend myself too,” you pat his cheek, making him furrow his brows. “But it was nice of you to stand up for me. Just like an alpha should.”

“You…” he looks you up and down. His features are unmoving, but his eyes roam your body. Walter tilts his head, hums, and licks his lips clean, tasting your sandwich again. “You look pretty in that dress.”

Your heart flutters. It’s the first time Walter complimented you. “My, thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.”

Walter watches you chew on your index finger. You’re unsure if he’s ready for the next step, but sometimes you must take what you want.

It’s now or never.

You hop onto his thigh and wrap your arms around his neck to peck his cheek. ”You’re a very protective alpha. I like it.”

Walter’s features soften for a split-second. He gives you half a smile and allows you to bury your face in his neck to scent him.

His heart beats a little faster than usual. He’s not sure yet, but he fears you wormed your way into his heart.

He’s just not sure anymore if that’s a bad thing …

Part 3

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shxyo-sho · 8 months

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when you fall asleep on their shoulder ♡

pairings: itadori, nanami, junpei, nobara x gn!reader

warnings: none!

genre: fluff

a/n: this is literally like a year late i’m saurrrr sorry 😭🙏�� but i finally found the motivation to finish this stupidly cute request and i hope you love it and that it was worth the wait :)) thank you for requesting and for getting me over my writers block, enjoyyy @neinpls <3 (ps ur so nice i’m in luv w u)

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Itadori Yuji

-> The wave of tiredness that hits after missions was no joke, especially considering how late it was. Itadori sat directly beside you on the ride back to school after a successful exorcism. It was dark and quiet, only the sounds of raindrops hitting the metal of the car could be heard. They sounded like a song almost, lulling you to sleep. Itadori’s too busy fighting his own exhaustion to notice yours, at least until he feels a soft weight on his shoulder. You were out cold and he couldn’t help but smile. Gently, he lifts your head and places it on his lap instead, wanting to save you from any later neck pain. You’re cute like this, he thinks. With your mouth hanging open, clothes slightly ruffled but you’re completely and utterly relaxed. He brings one hand up to sift through your hair, soft yet very messy, while the other interlocks with your fingers. Lingering thoughts of love fill his mind before he himself falls asleep. He hopes you’re dreaming of him, the same way he is of you.

Nanami Kento

-> Nanami quietly reads the last line of the chapter from his book, softly closing it and setting it on the nightstand beside him. Upon looking down, he is met with your sleeping face, lips slightly parted and chest rising and falling with every breath taken. You regain consciousness for a moment, telling your husband, through slurred words, to continue reading the book. He can only chuckle and watch as you fall back into a deep slumber, head resting on his chest. A whispered declaration of his love slips past his lips and it feels like second nature to him. He leaves a delicate kiss to your temple, then another and another. Wrapping you in his arms, Nanami hopes to feel this tranquility forever.

Junpei Yoshino

-> Junpei leans forward in his seat, eyes not once leaving the screen. It’s movie night for the both of you and an old horror movie plays on his living room tv. He slightly jumps when he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder, pausing the movie to glance at you. A dorky smile adorned his face as he watched you fight the urge to fall asleep. Your eyes barely opening only to fall shut again. “Babe the movie just started and you’re already falling asleep,” he say’s partially laughing at you. Your eyes snap open, for only a moment, as you urge your boyfriend to press play again, promising to watch from now on. He obliges but watches as you fall back into sleep, keeping your promise for all of 3 seconds. He moves to lay down and pulls your body on top of his, getting lost in the warmth of your embrace.

Nobara Kugisaki

-> Nobara softly sets the bags of newly bought clothes down, right beside her legs. The train is packed with passengers and she can’t help but glare. There were so many people, so many loud and sweaty people. Too busy frowning at everyone in eyesight, she fails to notice your dazed state. Only when she feels your head fall onto her shoulder does she look over to you. “I guess all that shopping tired you out huh” she mumbles, beginning to maneuver your head onto her lap. She smiles down at you, soaking in the peaceful moment. She always believed that gentleness was not one of her strong suits but as she held your face, tender eyes scanning each and every detail, she may have proven herself wrong.

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bcyhoods · 3 months

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LOVEFOOL 💌 ─── send in a character and a prompt from these lists for a blurb

peter parker + ❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

she’s been collecting dust because i’m insecure, but she will stay hidden no longer!! | 1.4k

warnings: blood, injury, r patching up his wounds, medically inaccurate information (we’re going to pretend it works for my sanity’s sake)

Peter doesn’t really know why he stumbles into the bodega. It’s closed, and it’s empty, safe for where you’re mopping the floors.

You move between the aisles, mouthing the lyrics to whatever song is flowing through your earbuds. He watches your silhouette through the windows, entranced as you make the most mundane chore somehow look so inviting. He knows the moment you see his face that you’d drop everything and throw your arms around him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

He supposes that’s why.

That, and the searing pain that shoots through his left leg is making his brain foggy.

Gripping onto his wounded thigh, he musters up the remainder of his strength to pull open the door and stagger inside. He grimaces at the shrill chime of the overhead bell. Even more so when it disrupts your bubble of peace.

“Sorry, we’re…” The rest of the monotonous statement gets caught in your throat. You stare back in his direction with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. The mop slips from your grip and bangs onto the floor.

Peter, clueless and delirious, is convinced it’s because he’s starting to stain the freshly clean linoleum. You’d just mopped and now he’s making a mess. He’s oddly expecting you to scold him before coddling him. Maybe you’ll even give him a kiss. His shoulders momentarily sag in relief.

“Spiderman?”

Shit. He’s still wearing the suit. He forgot.

“Yeah, hey,” he sings nervously, “Nice to meet you. Great establishment you’ve got here, you should be very proud.” He gestures toward the apple display before giving you a puny thumbs up.

You’re stunned, frozen in place. You don’t really notice the way his arm falls limp or the way he uses the nearby shelves as a crutch. You can’t even see the blood dripping down his leg from where you’re standing. Your mind is racing and jumbled because The Spiderman is in your store on a random Tuesday night.

Peter is never going to believe you when you tell him.

You’re abruptly ripped from your daze when he knocks over a can of tomato sauce, cursing under his breath. “Yeah…you’re here. Why are you here? And I don’t mean to kick you out, y’know, protector of the city and all—”

He laughs quietly at the wonder in your voice. He tries to take in your amazement, making note of the raised brows and the shy smile on your face, but he really can’t. His head feels heavy on his shoulders and the overhead lights are killer, even with the mask on. All he wants is for you to hold him, but he’s not Peter right now. And somehow that makes his leg sting even more.

He’s so out of it, he hasn’t even registered that you’d moved closer to him until he hears you gasp. Your expression is different now. You look mortified.

“Oh my god, is that blood?” When he jumps, you continue quieter, “Is it yours?”

“Huh? No, no, it’s not, it’s just uh…”

He utilizes the shelf to limp closer to you, but one uncoordinated shift of the hand makes his knees buckle and it sends him to the floor with a groan. A yelp involuntarily escapes as you rush to his side.

“It might be a little, yeah,” he admits defeatedly through clenched teeth.

“Here, let me help.”

He tries to protest, but ultimately surrenders to your fleeting touch as you push at his shoulders to lean up against the wall of freezers. You kneel in between his legs, ignoring the way heat rushes to your ears when he gently holds onto your forearm. It was so instinctive, so tender, like he’d done it a million times before.

Your fingers hover over the tear in his suit before you’re asking, “May I…?”

He nods. Careful of the wound, you pull and rip at the material to expose the severity of it. He makes a sound of ease, one that you’ve mistaken for worry and it shoots right to your chest.

Peter concludes it looks worse than it actually is. It’s definitely not deep enough to require stitches, but the cut crosses the expanse of his thigh. He’s fixed up worse in his dingy apartment bathroom. It’s not entirely unfamiliar, but he’s lost a lot of blood on the way here.

“Just a paper cut,” he adds cheekily to make you feel better. It doesn’t, really. When he notices the way you stare at the wound and how your hands shake with worry, he reaches to hold them. “Hey, I’m okay. Happens all the time,” he assures softly.

The frown you wear looks entirely foreign. It makes his insides burn and all he wants to do is kiss it away. To make you smile at him again like you’d done so earlier.

“A lot of people don’t really like me that much,” he says. He’s barely coherent, the words are slurred together at this point. But he doesn’t really care when he hears you scoff. It’s good enough, he decides.

“Okay. Just…just wait here.” You’re gone before Peter can grumble some smart remark about how he couldn’t go anywhere even if he wanted to.

When you reappear, your arms are full with soaking wet wash rags, a box of wound cushions, and a cheap spool of gauze. His arm is lazily thrown over his head to provide some sort of shelter from the bright lights. The bleeding has slowed down just the slightest, but it doesn’t instill much confidence.

A timid exhale is pushed from your lungs and you warn, “I don’t really know what I’m doing. It might hurt.”

“Nothing I can’t hand—oh, mmm!”

You’re immediately pulling away, the rag in your hand tinged with crimson.

“It’s okay,” he’s quick to reassure you before you can even apologize. It comes out strangled. He’s sitting up straighter, his muscles are tense, his fists are clenched beside him, but he keeps whispering it like a mantra. You’re not sure if he’s saying it for you or for himself. Maybe both.

“It’s okay,” you repeat softly. He hums.

The mumbled phrase spills over your lips every time he flinches away from your touch. It spills over his lips whenever your brows pinch in response. It echoes through the store until the beige cloth becomes red and you’re wrapping the gauze around his thigh.

He selfishly wishes you knew his secret just so you could patch him up from now on. You’re so gentle, you’re doing a much better job than he usually does. It helps that even the thought of having you around makes every worry melt away.

You’re tying off the wound and smiling to yourself with a sense of accomplishment. It’s infectious, it has Peter smiling under his mask. “Done!” Clearing your throat, you stand up and reach your arms down in an offer to pull him up with you. “You need to learn to stop getting on people’s bad side, Spiderman,” you jest.

He chuckles and shakes his head. Taking your hands, he’s staggering up and once he’s settled, puts his hands on his hips. “I think some people are just too sensitive,” he argues.

He feels miles better now, but you’re beaming at him and it makes his brain feel all fuzzy all over again. You bend down to grab the leftover materials and stick them out towards him. “For your leg. On the house.”

“Thank you,” he replies simply. He takes them from your hands, with a smirk hidden away from you. It’s such a measly offering. The box of dressings is practically empty, the gauze is tiny and already unraveling in his hands. But he’s feeling an electric current rush through his limbs and spark a fire in his chest all the same.

“Yeah…” As if a lightbulb ticks on over your head, your eyes brighten and your smile is wider, if that was even possible. “While you’re here,” you start, turning away from him and towards the counter to retrieve your phone. “My friend Peter, he um…he’s never gonna believe me, but I wanted to know if—”

The sound of the overhead bell makes you whip your head back around to see the bodega is completely empty. No evidence of any wounded superhero barging in after hours besides the bloodied floor. Before you can feel dejected, the reality settles in once more.

You just saved The Spiderman from bleeding out in your store on a random Tuesday night.

Peter is never going to believe you when you tell him.

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woozvc · 2 months

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call you tonight

final (part XIX)

w/c - 1.6k + smau at the end

a/n - and this is it! after so long call you tonight has officially come to an end. I hope the last part of this clears up the eunwoo situation (reading your replies and theories made my day😭😭) and i hope this is an ending you can be satisfied with. thank you so much for all your love and patience on this series. it truly means a lot that you guys stuck around till the end even with my terrible posting schedule 🫶

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this is it. this is the day.

the event started 20 minutes ago and till now, it's been a success. the auditorium is filled with laughter and dancing, courtesy of jihoons playlists.

you're currently standing at a corner just observing the entire place. a part of you feels at peace that this is finally over, the results will be out today and this is it. a part of you is also shit scared. the past few days have been a rollercoaster.

seungcheols words keep echoing in your head about how you're still important to him and he's changed. you really want to believe him. you really want to give him a-

“hey are you okay?”

you wake out of your trace by jihoons voice.

“yeah I'm fine”

“you seen a bit…distracted” he hands you a cup of lemonade. you take it with a small smile and shrug his comment off. no need to reply when he's right?

“how do you feel, you know, about your performance and all?” you look at him. he shakes his head

“I don't know. all of this feels unreal. I never thought I'd have to perform that too dance but here we are”

“doesn't it scare you?”

“obviously it does, but I find some comfort in it too. maybe it's the fact that a part of me believes taking this chance could end really well. maybe I'll finally let go of my past fears and just let myself be in the moment once.”

“hah.. that sounds nice.”

“yea I guess so. I think whatever happens tonight, I just hope I don't regret it. I want to take that risk”

you open your mouth to reply but you're interrupted by hoshis voice calling jihoon. he gives you a small smile and walks away.

right. regret. don't regret tonight. you decide to leave your spot in the corner when you see hansol walk in. being with a friend is better than being alone.

so jihoon is an amazing dancer. you were mesmerized, truly. his moves are fluid and his body doesn't miss a single beat. obviously hoshi is amazing too. his sharp and timed movements make him look like he was born for the stage.

the song is also amazing. jihoon later revealed it was called “bring it”. you'll definitely tell him to record it and send it to you.

the auditorium is a bit loud now. one hour till new year and the presidential results are about to be announced. you avoided seungcheol all night today. reason? you don't really know.

maybe you know mentally a part of you won't be able to handle his teasing if he wins. it's all friendly of course, but it doesn't change the fact you really, really want to win.

“hey y/n ready for the results?” jeonghan nudges into you and you push him off with an annoyed whine.

“jeonghan I swear if I don't win you'll have to wipe my tears”

“I won't mind that because I'll be winning”

“this is important to you huh?”

“it's my one shot to prove I'm actually good at something, can't fuck this one up”

“you dont have to prove yourself to anyone you know?”

“this is for me. I need this to tell myself I'm better than I think. I'm done always being known as the problem kid. and who knows maybe this will get me some street cred?” he winks and walks back to his group, knowing if he kept speaking, he would say something something sad and make you feel more stressed than you already do. you'd probably scold him for being so self deprecating too. your eyes follow him walking back and

oh.

seungcheol is looking directly at you. his gaze burning deep into you. you look away quickly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. the music in the room slowly fades out.

“okay ladies and gentlemen are we ready for the most awaited moment of today?” seungkwans voice echos through the room and so does the cheering of the students.

“honestly? I'm not shocked at the result. I'm so proud of everyone who participated and made it this far. just know all of you are amazing and we as the student council and the teachers love your dedication. so first of all here are the names of the people who made it to the finals”

he starts reading off the list. there's your name and eunwoos name. after a few students he announces jeonghans name and….thats it? what?

this is surely a mistake and the entire auditorium feels so. there's chattering and confused looks all around

“ah yes, there's only 9 participants now. choi seungcheol removed his name because of some unavoidable circumstances so we divided all his votes to all the others”

your head shoots in seungcheols direction. you look at him confused and he smiles at you. he motions you to stay where you are for now. this can't be real? he can't just remove his name?

hansol taps your shoulder and tells you to focus on the stage. you look back at the stage, realizing you completely missed seungkwans dramatic speach on how much he waited for the results etc etc.

“and so, svtct, your student council president is…..y/n!”

there's screaming in the auditorium but this place has never felt so quiet. your legs are numb and your hearing is fucked. you…won? you actually did it?

“y/n go to the stage!!” jeonghan pushes you from the crowd towards the stage. you want to say something to him. you want to apologize for winning to him but

he's smiling so wide.

his eyes are genuine. he's genuinely happy you won. “don't worry about me, my favorite cousin’s win is my win” he grabs your hand and takes you to the stage.

seungkwan helps your walk onto the stage where the teachers are standing to give you your certificate and badge. you receive it, saying a small thank you to the teachers presenting and seungkwan hands you the mic

“any words president?”

any words? what the fuck even are words? you stare at the mic then back at seungkwan. you're glad you've been friends with him for so long that even without words, understands and nods at you

“I think our president wants to save the speach for during school hours to not bore us.. well I hope my speach was dramatic enough, wonwoo I'm looking at you. there's 30 minutes till new years so till then…enjoy!” he looks at jihoon to restart the music and when it does, all the eyes on you slowly move away as seungkwan leads you to the teachers.

they all congratulate you and praise you. after a while one teacher asks

“so who's going to be your vice?”

“jeonghan” there's no hesitation in your voice. the teachers seemed shocked, a bit put off too but they don't question it. they tell you good luck and let you go back to the crowd.

you stand near the stage for a bit. letting it all sink in. all these months of work, all the effort and everything worked out. even the banter with seungcheol worked- right. seungcheol.

you run back to try and find him when eunwoo bumps into you.

“hey y/n! congratulations there's no one who deserves it more than you” he gives you a smile and pat on your shoulder.

“thanks eunwoo”

“are you guys busy” you hear seungcheol behind you and immediately turn to him.

“not busy at all man” eunwoo says and walks off, winking at seungcheol while seungcheol just looks at him disgusted.

“I never liked that guy”

“why did you remove your name”

“he's always given me a bad vibe”

“you wanted this so badly”

“and he keeps flirting with-”

“choi seungcheol answer me.”

you cut him off

“answer you? okay fine. first of all don't call me by my full name. I left presidency because frankly I hate the pressure. I never wanted to be captain anyway. I got forced into it because of my grades and extra curriculars.” he takes a pause to look around the room before continuing.

”i realized I was only doing this because it was expected of me. so I left it. I rejoined the track and badminton team. that's what was important to me before and I'm going to continue it now” he says and looks at you. a small smile playing on his lips.

you're speechless. you always knew seungcheol never really liked captaincy but you didn't know till what extent. you feel bad. you feel bad for the all “why aren't you working” and “why did they make you captain” comments you said to him.

“I'm sorry seungcheol”

“for what”

“for everything”

he smiles. you realize that you're seeing his dimples after so long. he's never smiled that much in front of you before. he looks pretty.

“10 seconds guys!” yells seungkwan into the microphone. seungcheol softly takes your hand and says

“y/n, I know you haven't forgiven me”

“but I have to say”

“I've been thinking a lot”

“you're too important to me”

“I think I like you, more than friends.”

“can you give me a chance?”

“happy new year!” jeonghan comes and hugs you.

you have no idea how this is going to end. you're scared, terrified of this feeling but you won't let this go. you keep your grip on seungcheols hand. slowly the student council joins the hug and the rest of your friends follow. you look around. you're surrounded by people who love you, people who care for you. what could possibly go wrong?

“yeah…I'll take the risk.”

2months later :

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alonetimelover · 6 months

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Hi, can I request Heavy Angst that ends in Fluff with 5 word prompt 22 please

"Find someone else to annoy."

pairing: Harry Styles x physicist!reader

summary: Writing a work that would grand you the professor title was harder than YN anticipated. Just like the affect that her antics had on people that she loved, especially Harry. And when the enough was enough some words weren't supposed to be said.

word count: ~1,7k

warnings: angst ending with fluff, workaholism, swearing

a/n: First blurb of the 'blurb weekend'! I am so excited for you to read it and I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you so so much for requesting!

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Becoming a professor was harder than one would think. YN laughed at her younger self for believing all the lies that University fed her. Research, nights without a minute of sleep, books whose pages were in four digit numbers and stress. Stress that didn’t only affect her but Harry as well.

He was on a break. The tour ended, vacation in Italy was almost forgotten and the cosiness and warmness of his home was what he needed. It was the thing that he had most longed for during weeks abroad. But the tension inside the house was thick. And Harry hated it. He was used to YN diving into her studies and not coming downstairs for dinner. He was used to reminding her to take her vitamins, bring her glasses of water or a hot cup of tea. He was used to rather more silent days in the house whenever she was writing a paper, an article. He understood it and was as helpful as he thought he could be. Having in mind all those things, Harry was helpless when YN locked herself in her studies for hours, refusing to open the door or even acknowledge his presence.

When Harry heard the opening of the doors from downstairs, he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He reached for the remote to take the volume down a little bit.

“Oh, don’t bother now,” YN said absentmindedly, while entering the open space, leading from upstairs through the living room and straight to the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, scrunching his eyebrows.

She heaved a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. But it was all too much. The scented candles that she usually loved, burning on the coffee table were making her dizzy. The lights that were hanging from the cornice that she referred to as ‘anxiety slayers’, were too bright now. The carpeted floor, fuzzy and delicate, was making her feet feel like drowning in sand - she hated sand. And to cover it all, the noise from the TV was blowing apart her eardrums. It was all too much.

“What do I mean?” She scoffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What do I mean? I don’t know. What could I possibly mean, huh? Let’s think.”

Harry hated her tone of voice. It was nothing like the normal one. Not the one reserved for him, sweet and full of love. Instead, it was full of hate, annoyance and superiority.

“Okay, you’re mad about something. Let’s talk about it, lovie.”

Harry patted the place on the couch right next to him, sending YN his warmest smile. It always worked, and not because he was manipulative but because YN always found help and a safe place within Harry.

“Let’s talk about it!” She mocked, throwing her hands up and down to exaggerate. “I don’t want to talk. I want some peace and quiet. Please, I need space to finish the last pages of my work and I don’t have time for this. Please.”

It was harsh. And it hurt, but Harry had been nothing but patient and understanding. Had been. All of this started to affect him more than he thought he had let it. Even his patience was wearing off.

“YN,” Harry sighed, standing up. “I’m sorry about the TV, okay? I’m sorry. I could’ve listened to it on a lower volume. But it’s not only about it. I know you.”

He really tried to negotiate his way through her right to the centre of it all - her workaholism. Once she got a job to do, it was all she thought, talked and dreamed about from the moment she knew about it to the moment she finished it. And when there was no job, sooner rather than later she was becoming distant and drifting away to just find something else, something new to get into. With that being said, she had never jeopardised her relationships. She never forgot about any important dates, she was included in all birthdays, parties, milestones. She was there for Harry whenever he needed her. It was one of the many things he really admired in her, the one that truly made him amazed by YN. But now, she was forgetting herself.

“Yeah, sure. I really don’t have time for this, Harry.”

And with that she moved on to the kitchen. She needed sugar, feeling her head spin from how low her energy levels were. It was no surprise, she was without breakfast and near to no fluids.

Harry’s blood pressure was very high. He dug his nails into his palms and moved after YN. He had had enough. He could take as much.

“I suggest you make some time, YN,” he emphasised her name to really show her he meant it. “This has been going on for too long. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t go out of that fuckin’ office unless it’s the bathroom or you feel you’re near passing out from exhaustion. It’s -”

“Oh, fuck off! I’m working! I’m trying to achieve something here and your talk and pretences are making my skin crawl. Just- just find someone else to annoy and leave me alone.”

YN slammed the fridge’s door, clashing the bottles inside it. Taking the premade (by Harry) iced coffee with herself, she passed Harry with a thought to go back to writing. Her walk was quickly stalled by Harry’s firm but gentle grab of her arm.

“Caring about you is now called annoying?” He asked, voice a little louder than usually.

“Get off, Harry,” she gritted through her teeth.

“I won’t. I won’t let you overwork yourself to the point of taking you to the hospital. You want to do too much in too little time.”

YN pursed her lips in anger and broke away from Harry’s grip, spilling some of the coffee on her sweatpants and floor. She cursed. The tipping point found her.

“There is nothing like ‘too little time’. There is no time, Harry! The paper should be done by the end of the month. And it’s the 21st! It’s just twelve days. And then there’s Professor Smith breathing down my neck and saying that he wants to read the full version before the deadline. Then there’s Madeline and her struggle to find a job. And Manny needing those vet visits so frequently.” She hyperventilated, trying to catch breath. Tears were daring to come down from her glossy eyes.

“Oh, baby. Take it easy.”

“I can’t take it easy, okay? I can’t! I can’t lay on the couch and do nothing, I can’t take a bath. I can’t go on a walk. I can’t enjoy dinner. I can’t watch TV. I need- I have to work. I have to finish it.”

Harry’s heart was breaking. The look on YN’s face was making him want to cry. He forgot all the things that bothered him. He ignored all the not so nice words YN said in anger. Now was the moment that she needed him the most.

“Come here,” he whispered, strolling towards her with open arms.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

But he didn’t answer. He just embraced her body with his and squeezed lovingly. YN, although confused at first, hugged Harry back immediately melting into him. She really couldn’t see how much destruction she had put herself through. How much pain and stress was sitting upon her shoulders to deal with in the silence of the closed door office. Now, when her body was fitting Harry’s perfectly she remembered that she wasn’t alone. That she didn’t have to deal with it all by herself.

Perhaps Harry didn’t know much about physics, especially quantum mechanics, singularity and black holes. But he was there to listen. He was there to propose another way to bite the bullet, to expand her point of view. He could listen to her quoting Hawking and Cox, fangirling over her favourite scientists wanting to be a part of her thesis all the time. There was nothing better than seeing her feeling fulfilled and content.

“I love you so much, I can’t let you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.”

He kissed her head, squeezing her body even closer to his.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispered through sobs.

She felt awful. It was the first fight where she lost control and she hoped it was the last, because she hated each and every moment of it. She wouldn’t be able to let herself forget how uncalled for and hurtful she was towards Harry.

“I am so sorry, Harry.”

“Shhh. It’s okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Now, we’re taking a bath. No vetoes. And then I am making dinner for you while you’re sitting here at the counter looking pretty like always. After that we’re watching the British Bake-Off and going to sleep. You need at least 8 hours of sleep, baby. You don’t have that even if I add in all the hours from the whole week,” Harry listed all the activities he knew YN enjoyed whenever she was stressed.

“How do you know I didn’t sleep through the night?” She asked, looking up at him.

Harry caressed her cheek delicately and pecked her lips.

“I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me. I got so used to your body being so close to mine I just wake up whenever you’re getting up. Then there was the light from the office creeping through the gap between the floor and the door. You fell asleep in my arms and an hour later were sitting behind the desk writing. I noticed, baby.”

“Oh, God. I am so sorry. I didn’t realise I was waking you up, love. I - I don’t even have an excuse.”

“You don’t need one. It’s okay.” He kissed her lips once again. “Let me take care of you, yeah? I’m gonna go run the bath and you choose some pyjamas for us both.”

YN nodded her head, her small smile was not reaching her eyes.

“Don’t overthink the situation. I’m being truthful with you, and promising that we’ll talk about what happened today tomorrow. Now, you need some relaxation to take your mind out of the office. Just be here with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry wiped her tears away and kissed the way they had been falling down. Now, YN’s smile was beaming from her eyes as well as her upturned lips.

“You really are the best thing that happened in my life.”

Harry laughed, taking her hand in his and directing her upstairs.

“Well, I would hope so. After all, you agreed to marry me.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #physicist!reader #scientist!reader

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kangmoon27 · 8 months

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Womanizer | Jungkook oneshot

Pairing: Womanizer Phycho Fboy Jungkook x Yn

Summary: He's known for being a womanizer who always go around with different girls and apparently you became one of those girls that he only see as one nightstand.

He's a very successful mostly handsome womanizer in his generation. He's known for his crazy charm that always make girl growing over him.

He's young, handsome, rich but arrogant. He couldn't stay with the same woman even for a whole week. He easily get bored. It will be lucky if a girl stayed with him for 3 days.

Well that's just how he is. He used womans to satisfy his needs at the same time making them his toys that if he gets bored then throw it away. He mostly only do one nightstand and he never believes that he would even fall or even capable of doing that cause for him it will be a miracle.

But can you change that? Can you change him? Well definitely not but you wanted to. Yes he already meet you. You're supposed to be his one nightstand just like the other but unfortunately after a week you guys meet again and as you expected the moment you woke up he's no longer next to you and already seen him with other girls.

You're dumb, literally dumb mostly because you made yourself a fool for him. Totally a fool that you always follow him around everywhere he goes. You became his creepy stalker but what can you do. You can't just tell your heart to not love him cause it's impossible. He's Jeon Jungkook everyone likes him including you.

Even tho you knew he doesn't like the way you're following him around you still wanted him to give you a chance to prove yourself even tho you're already making yourself look like a crazy fool lovesick girl.

He pin you on the wall, eyes burning in anger, those dark odds he owns wanted to eat you alive. It's scary, yes but for the sake of your heart and love for him you're ready to be eaten alive mostly if he's the one who's going to eat you.

"How many times do I have to tell you huh? Stay fcking away from me!! Do this one more time then I'll make sure you will roatin jail!!" As he was about to leave you grab his hand again and get down on your knees.

"Please just give me a week then if you really didn't want me then I'll step aside and let you have your peace, just please." You're on your knees crying, begging him to accept you. You're a highly paid model but you don't care about your reputation anymore as long as you will have him in the end of the day.

Jungkook really think you're crazy. You're literally embarrassing yourself Infront of everyone by trying to get his attention and now even kneeling Infront of him. He surly is enjoying his moment right now while you're begging him to accept you.

This is truly fun and he's liking it but as much as he wanted to embarrass you more he just can't let you ruined his night while he's literally having fun with a pretty chick he was with earlier before you came.

"You're shameless, look at you. You're looking like a pathetic fool, go on continue embarrassing yourself but don't include me" he pushed your hand making you sat on the ground crying mess.

With your crystals eye cause by your tears you watch his figure walking away from you. All you want is for him to give you a chance why I'd it so hard for him?.

Someone hug you from the back and made you stand up. You look at him and saw your manager standing there looking at you with worried expression.

"Yn~ please don't do this, stop yourself just embarrassing yourself, please let's go now." You tried to free yourself from him but failed. You're shouting Jungkook's name while your manager picked you up out of the club.

1 year later

"You're so good" The man couldn't help but to keep on praising her on how good she feels like. He feels like heaven even tho devils like him doesn't even belong there. He really really is enjoying every inch of her as he thrust hard. Tears escape from her eyes because of too much pleasure but she surly wants more. She wants more from him.

"Faster sir. Need more. Give me more" she moaned, she groan, she sob while feeling him deep in her. She feels so filled up and she is totally enjoying his touch that he's giving her. He pulled her hips to the sky and fcked her hard. Pounding on her like a beast he is.

"I am coming too fck! YN! Fck!" As he held you tight he released himself inside your warmth "Gosh baby stop I can't stop cumming ugh fck!" He keeps on groaning while feeling himself getting bigger and harder.

"That was so good" the man said before laying down on the floor together with the woman while breathing heavily.

"Yes it is good but seems like you're thinking about someone else while fcking me." The girl softly chuckles before getting up and started wearing her clothes.

"Wth! Impossible! I'm literally complimenting you alot Jade!!" The boy couldn't understand what's happening he also stood up as he picked up his boxer and pants on the couch. Jade came towards him and peak his cheek before shaking her head and chuckles.

"Think clearly. It wasn't my name that you're m'aning earlier Kook. Bye." After that she left him. Jungkook groan out of frustration after realizing what's happening.

"Sh't sh't sh't get her out of your head Jungkook she's gone!! Totally gone!!" He keep on hitting his head while pulling his hair hard.

"Ughhh!! Why are you doing this to me!!! I hate you!! Why are you so cruel!!." He fell on the ground crying. How can you be so cruel and left him being all miserable.

"Finally you're here!!, Sorry Kook I couldn't stay here for tonight I have important thing to fix. Naeun is in her room sleeping okay. I really really have to go now."

Jungkook sigh watching his sister leaving the house. He immediately fell on the couch closing his eyes tight. "I knew it's really a bad decision agreeing with you. Now look at me. You left me all alone."

Yes Jungkook accepted you. The week being together turned weeks and the weeks turned month. He never admitted that he likes you nor you trying to stop him from being a womanizer but you just need each other's company.

You will came home to each other after a long day till you actually get pregnant. It was one of the unexpectedly thing that happened but that just made Jungkook realize that he loves you. And even planned on marrying you after you give birth to your child but things don't go as planned.

Jungkook finds out you're cheating on him. Not totally cheating cause both of you are like in a open relationship. You can be with anyone that you wanted while same goes to him but when Jungkook finds out you're going out with someone else he was furious.

That turned into a huge argument that lead you both from falling apart with you actually decided to leave him but sadly you got into a car accident. It was tragic. You did not survive and now Jungkook is missing you so bad. He keeps on blaming himself. He shouldn't have bring that fight if only he knew he would lose you.

He sigh and walk to his daughters room. He's amaze by her beauty. He always see you in her and because of that he made a promise to himself that he would do anything and everything just to keep Naeun stay with him and never leave his side.

"I love you baby" he smiled and peak his daughter's forehead before walking out and went inside his room. He grab a book from the shelves as he press the button. The secret door open up while he went inside.

"Ugh I meet this girl, her name is Jade. She's pretty, hot, everything but I didn't realize that even tho how good she made me feels I still keep on looking for your touch and feels." He laughed while looking at your photo. Pocking his inner cheek before turning around and took the glass of alcohol from the night stand.

He stared at you who's shaking in fear. You look so beautiful that he just couldn't help but to fall in love again. He never said he's in love with you but he will make you feel that and he will make sure that you will stay with him for the rest of your life and to be able to do that he took something from you that will prevent you from leaving him.

"Baby. I gooddamn miss your legs. Those milky legs. Too bad I took them off but at least you can never run away again right. We will be happy family. You, me and naeun. A complete family just like what we both wanted."

He smile while caressing your cheek. You tried to shout for help but you just couldn't. He removed the cloth on your mouth and you started shouting. He got furious and slap you.

"Don't stop you're irritating me!!" He grab you hair and smashed his l'ps on yours.

Idk why I made this:( it's a trash but I just really wanted to upload something so forgive me 😭

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dumbpilots · 2 months

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lift me up (but don't get stuck!) a03

It's Valentine's Day and Bradley's in a rush. It's a shame he gets trapped in the elevator with the building’s newest (and hottest) tenant.

“Oh, hold it please!” He almost sticks his free hand through the closing doors before he thinks better of it. He’s not in a rush, but if he’s going to pull this off before Ice gets home, he doesn’t have a minute to spare. He can’t believe he forgot the spare key. Luck must be on his side today because a moment later the elevator doors slide back open.

“Thanks, man.” He releases a heavy breath and shoots a relieved smile at the other lone occupant and– oh. It’s the ken doll. Bradley saw him for the first time a couple days ago walking out of the building. His first and only thought when he saw him was gorgeous. Bradley can totally be normal for a minute in his presence. Calm, even. He’s been around beautiful, tanned to perfection, built-like-marble men before. He’s fine.

He hits 14 and takes two steps back to put some space between them and leans against the back railing. The elevator starts up.

“Runnin’ late for a date?” He says. And oh god. His voice drips like honey, slow and smooth. Ken doll’s eyebrows quirk up at him. His eyes are made of sea glass. Ding.

His brain short circuits. “Sorry–?” Ken doll narrows his gaze to the bouquet of roses tucked into Bradley’s left arm. Ding. “Oh! Hah, something like that.”

Ken doll nods his head. “Yeah, didn’t realize how slow this thing can be sometimes.” Ding.

“You just moved in, right?” He blurts without thought. “Not that I–, I mean–, kind of hard not to notice yo– a new face! In the building.” Bradley wonders if he can fall through the floor so hell can swallow him whole. Ding. He feels heat start to creep up his neck.

And then ken doll snorts at him. It shouldn’t be that attractive. But his eyes scrunch up and Bradley can’t stop looking at his dimples. “Yeah, I moved in three days ago. I–” He’s cut off by a horrific jolt. Bradley has to brace himself on the hand railing. The elevator halts completely. Oh shiiiiiit.

“Any chance this happens often and it’s a non-issue?”

“I… normally take the stairs.” Bradley is starting to regret his thoughts concerning luck.

“To the 14th floor? Okay, we’re circling back to that. But first,” Ken doll hits the emergency call button and it rings out. And rings. And rings.

“No signal on my phone either, shit.” Bradley pockets it.

“Well. I gotta feelin’ we should get comfortable, neighbor.” He sends Bradley a wink and sits down on the floor. “I’m Jake, by the way.” Jake. He commits it to memory.

“Bradley.” He slides down into a cross-legged position, carefully maneuvering himself so that their knees are not brushed up against one another. He tosses the flowers to the corner. Won’t be needing those. Sorry Mav. “It’s good cardio.”

“Sorry?” Confused is a good look on Jake.

“Taking the stairs up. It’s good cardio. I only take the elevator when I’m in a rush. And no, the irony isn’t lost on me.” He rests his head against the wall and stares up.

“Sorry about your date, by the way.” Jake looks ruefully at the bouquet. “Hope your girl won’t be too upset with you.”

"Oh– no. They’re for my godfather.” Bradley scratches at his nape. “Well, technically, they’re for his husband. He tends to forget anniversaries and Valentine’s. I’m in charge of keeping the peace. Or rather, making sure my godfather gets to keep his head attached to the rest of his body.” He smiles fondly.

“Worried now that you’ll get demoted?”

“Only if Pete survives the night.” Bradley smiles wistfully . “And no girl, by the way. Or guy.”

“Subtle.” Jake grins at him. Bradley wants the image seared into his corneas.

Jake fiddles with the emergency phone a second time, again with no answer.

“So, Jake.” Bradley could get used to the sound of his name on his tongue. “What brings you to San Diego? Assuming you just moved here?”

“Work. Naval aviator.” Huh.

“So– question. How can you tell if someone is a pilot?”

“Um.. Not sure?”

“They’ll tell you they’re a pilot.” Bradley looks down to try and hide his smile.

“Hilarious.” Jake looks like he thinks the exact opposite. “So what do you do then, Bradley?”

“Naval aviator.” He deadpans.

Jake laughs, bright and unguarded. “You’re shittin’ me.”

“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, at your service.” He mocks a salute.

Jake looks like he’s searching for something. “Rooster… right?” He catches Bradley by surprise. “I’ve heard of you. Won Top Gun a couple years before me. You know Trace?”

“Yeah, we did a sea tour together a couple years ago.”

“If I were a lesser comedian like yourself I’d make a joke about birds of a feather….”

Bradley rolls his eyes, but still catches himself smiling. He shifts up on his knees and presses the emergency call button again. “Third time’s a charm?”

And it rings. And rings. And— “Yes?”

“Hey! Um, we’re stuck in the elevator? Can someone let us out? I think we’re around the fifth floor.”

“One hour.” The line goes dead.

“Well they clearly love their job. I think I’ll have t’ start taking the stairs too, if only to avoid havin’ to talk to that bundle of joy.” Jake shakes his head.

“Now you’re getting it.” He sighs.

“So– no on-base housing for you?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Bradley lobs back.

“Prefer not to, given the choice. Enjoy the city more this way.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Yeah.. I get that.” Bradley lets the silence hang for a moment more. “So, did you have any interrupted Valentine’s Day plans?”

“I’ve been here three days. My plans tonight were assembling a bookshelf and organizing some cabinets. No girl... Or guy.” He smirks at Bradley.

“Subtle.” Bradley grins back.

It feels like only mere minutes have passed when Bradley starts to hear signs of life on the other side of the doors, their conversation flowing so naturally.

As soon as they’ve made their escape, Jake motions for Bradley to head to the stairs. Five flights and some heavier breathing later, Jake turns to him.

“Well this is me. But I’m sure I’ll see you around?” His eyes are twinkling. “I guess that applies to both the building and North Island.” He pushes the hallway door open.

“Yeah, you too. Wait–” Bradley doesn’t allow himself to think. “If you’d like some company, I’m decidedly average at assembling IKEA furniture?”

Jake beams at him and props the door open wide. “Let’s go cowboy.”

—

Hours later, Bradley checks his phone.

6 missed calls from Pete

2 new voicemails from Pete

7 new messages from Pete

Jesus. He opens the messages first.

Bradley?? Why aren’t you answering

Where are you?

You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.

Bradley? Are you alive? Did Ice find out?

Not probable. He’d only have me killed.

Call me, kid.

Crisis averted. You’re not off the hook, for the record.

sorry, got stuck in my building’s elevator for a couple hours.

you’d be proud of me tho

started taking ur advice

Say more. Now.

don’t think, just do.

ur flowers found a new home. sorry?

*attached photo of red roses in a vase*

Whose apartment is that?

#hangster #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #tgm #tgm fic #hangster fic #my writing #lol happy v day everyone!! enjoy xx #a lil sweet treat for u

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joshym · 11 months

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Why Don’t You Make Me?

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: you learn what being sassy with Sam leads to

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) unprotected sex, angst, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pussy slapping(sorry lol), a bit of a praise kink, some degradation, rough sex, sam is an asshole(hehe), ends with some good fluff

a/n: i’m not even sure how to explain this one, lol. essentially, i watched an interview forever ago where he talks about not liking one of my favorite bands, thus, sparking this. i haven’t been able to let go of it since. we all know sammy is a bit picky when it comes to music...

with that being said, enjoy. 🤍

It’s nothing out of the ordinary for you and Sammy to have pointless, petty arguments that usually pertain to nothing of any importance. You both are too stubborn for your own good, and neither one of you are too keen on admitting any sort of wrongdoing.

Sammy loves to insert his opinion on absolutely everything. Even when his opinion wasn’t requested. He relishes any opportunity to share his opposing thoughts, even when he knows it’ll inevitably piss you off.

Something Sammy has very strong opinions on is music. He’s quite pretentious when it comes to his musical preferences. You’re always more than willing to listen to whatever song or artists he’s into at any given moment, eager to give it your full attention when he’s excited to show it to you. You love his music taste and that he’s introduced you to so many incredible pieces.

However, he never gives you the same respect. When you want to show him something you love, he has to overly critique it. Every fucking time. He’s entirely too critical of everything you enjoy and you’re starting to take offense to it. It just pisses you off to no end that he fully believes his music taste is far superior than yours. To avoid getting your feelings hurt, you’ve pretty much stopped showing him anything you love, and you typically only listen to your music when he’s not around so you can enjoy it in peace.

You’d anticipated a day at home to yourself as Sam had a full schedule. You had nothing planned, so you decided to spend the day cleaning the house and listening to a special playlist compiled of your favorite music.

You’ve been so lost in cleaning that you don’t even realize several hours have gone by. Your playlist is still on full blast, too loud for you to hear Sam coming in through the front door.

You’re startled by your music suddenly coming to a halt, making Sammy laugh at you as you nearly jump out of your skin.

“You know, that’s the most overproduced shit I’ve ever heard. There’s nothing enticing about it, feels like my intelligence is being insulted.”

You have zero patience for this right now. Not only did him scaring you annoy the shit out of you, but now he has the nerve to bring this up again. You’re over it.

“Can you fucking not, Sam?”

“What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re always dragging my music in the dirt and I’m just sick of it. It’s fucking rude. Just let me enjoy it without you being an asshole, please.”

You’re walking past him when he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Don’t try to walk away from me, sweetheart. I’m an asshole, huh?”

He’s looking down at you with a condescending expression that has you immediately turned on. Something about him being angry makes you desperate for him to have his way with you. You have a feeling you know where this is going, so why not take it a little further?

“Yep. You’re a fucking asshole.” you say through gritted teeth.

He smirks at you, noticing your cheeks becoming flushed and your angry appearance turning into a needy one.

“You better quit running your pretty mouth, y/n, or you’ll seriously regret it.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

That was all he needed. Before you know it, your back is pushed up against the wall with a light grip on your throat.

“You know you can’t talk to me like that and get away with it, right?”

He’s pressing his hips against your body, showing you just how hard he is already. With one hand, he pulls your shorts down to your feet. His fingertips trace ever so lightly over your clothed clit, just barely giving you that pressure you’re so desperate for.

“What’s the matter, baby? Your pretty cunt already needy for me?”

He grabs the fabric of your panties and pulls them up between your lips, giving you much needed friction against your clit.

“Fuck, Sammy..”

“You like calling me an asshole, huh? Turns you on being a little bitch to me, doesn’t it?”

You’re hardly able to form any coherent thoughts with as much as you're turned on right now.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love being a bitch and calling me names. Tell me.”

His lips meet your neck in small nibbles against the sensitive skin.

“I love it, Sammy. I fucking love pissing you off.”

“Yeah, I know you do. Get down on your knees so I can show you what you should be doing with your mouth instead of running it.”

You quickly comply. He caresses your face with one hand while he’s undoing the button on his jeans with the other. You're practically drooling at the thought of having him tucked away in your mouth.

He pulls his cock out, and he’s unbelievably hard.

“Open, baby. If you can call me an asshole with that mouth, you can take my dick in it, too.”

You open for him and he slowly slides himself inside all the way to the back of your throat before pulling out completely.

“Remember what to do if it’s too much, right?”

“Tap you three times.”

“Good girl.”

You open for him again and he slides in with much more force this time, hitting the back of your throat much harder. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses it to hold on to while he fucks himself into your mouth. You keep your eyes on him and watch as his jaw clenches with every thrust. You gag a little around him, making him smirk.

“God you look so pretty like this, honey. You’re doing so good.”

You feel him start to twitch and you realize he’s getting close. He quickly pulls out of your mouth and lifts you up.

“Get your smart ass to the bedroom. Take your clothes off and be ready. I’ll be there in a minute. And don’t you dare touch yourself. You’re not getting off unless it’s from me, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He slaps your ass as you walk towards the room. You strip yourself of your remaining items of clothing as you sit on the bed against the headboard with your legs open, ready for whatever he has planned for you.

He’s taking much longer than you care for. You’re getting restless and you’re so desperate. You decide to risk it and you begin to touch yourself, running small circles over your clit. Right as you’re finally feeling some relief, Sammy walks in the room.

“So not only do you call me names, but you don’t listen to me either?”

He’s holding the speaker you were using earlier. He sets it up on the dresser next to your bed and starts playing your playlist at a low volume.

“Sammy what are you-”

“Gonna fuck you to your little playlist so every time you listen to it, you remember your punishment for being such a fucking brat about it.”

As your music starts playing, he leans over you on the bed to crash into your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy and vigorous, making you that much more turned on.

He moves down to your neck and chest to suck marks into you. He takes your nipple in his mouth and softly bites at it, eliciting a sound out of you that can only be described as pornographic.

He lifts up only to spread your legs as far as they can go. Without warning, he lands a quick and light slap to your already aching pussy. Your hips buck harshly at the contact, causing you to moan even louder.

“That’s what you get for not listening to me when I said not to touch yourself.”

He does it again.

“And that’s for calling me an asshole.”

You're clenching so hard around absolutely nothing, ready to beg him to be inside of you.

“Sammy please..please fucking touch me.”

He’s looking at you smugly. He knows exactly what you want, but he’s going to make you work for it.

“You’re awfully squirmy, baby. Bet you want me so bad, huh?”

“Yes, Sam, please.”

“Call me an asshole again.”

You look up at him, confused and almost sure you heard him wrong.

“Call me an asshole again, y/n. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

You’re starting to catch on to his little game.

“You’re an asshole, Sam. A fucking dick.”

He smiles, then dips down between your legs.

“Look at you, honey. Making such a mess and I’ve barely touched you.”

His tongue meets your swollen clit with small flicks. You’re hardly able to hold yourself still at the sensation, but he keeps you in place with his arm wrapped around your hips.

He sinks two fingers deep inside of you, moving them at a quick speed. You’re already so close that you’re hardly breathing.

You grab ahold of his hair that’s draped across your belly and use it to hold him there. His fingers are moving at a speed that has you whining under him.

“Fuck, Sammy..I’m s-so close, please don’t stop-”

“Come on, baby. Cum nice and pretty so I can put my cock inside of you.”

His words have you instantly meeting your release, belting out a slew of moans almost melodically.

“That’s it, there you go. Fuck- look at you, y/n. You’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”

His fingers have slowed down to work you through your orgasm. You’re nearing overstimulation, but you can’t force yourself to make him stop. His fingers mixed with your release feel so good.

He pulls out of you and immediately puts his fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

“Mmm, gonna fuck you now, pretty girl.”

He positions himself between your legs and wastes no time plunging into you. You’re so wet that it takes you no time to adjust to his size.

He holds himself up on his knees, gripping your hips and thrusting into you. He loves to watch himself slide in and out of you, watching as his cock becomes coated and shiny with your slick. The sounds of your wetness fill the room along with your damn music that started this whole thing. He’s picking up his pace to a more brutal one.

“Think I could watch your pretty pussy get fucked all day. So fucking good, baby.”

He keeps up his pace, his face displaying pure ecstasy as his eyes become droopy with pleasure.

He pulls out, leaving you missing him instantly.

“Turn around. On your knees, face down.”

You quickly do as he says, almost embarrassed by how eager you appear but too fucked out to care.

He teases you a bit before he sticks himself back inside, burying himself in you completely.

It takes no time for him to pick his pace back up as he slams himself into you. One hand is gripping your ass, while the other reaches down under your hips to play with your clit.

“Fu-fuck, Sam, I’m close baby. I’m so fucking close..”

“Cum on my cock, and make it pretty again. Give it to me.”

It’s as if his voice contains some sort of magic, making you cum again at the sound of it mixed with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh my god, Sam!”

You’re almost screaming at the feeling, this one even more intense than the first one.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna fill you up, baby.”

He meets his release shortly after you. The feeling of him filling you up is something you’ll never get tired of.

He’s out of breath, staying tucked inside of you for a bit while he regains his composure.

He finally pulls himself out, leaving you feeling empty while his cum spills out of you.

You lift your head up to see him looking at your dripping pussy, biting his lip.

“So fucking beautiful, y/n.”

You roll over on your back while he sits on the bed next to you.

“You okay, sweet girl?” he says as he runs his fingers through your disheveled hair.

“Yeah, that was absolutely amazing.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier. I know I can be a bit ruthless about things like that. I don’t mean to be so harsh.”

“It’s okay, really. Honestly, if it ends in sex like that, I’d be more than happy to argue about it all the fucking time.”

“Yeah? Well, in that case,” he points to the speaker that’s still playing your music. “this song is fucking garbage.” he winks at you as you start to laugh.

“You’re an asshole, Sam.”

He leans down to kiss you.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too.”

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clumsiestgiantess · 3 months

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Lots of people wanted a continuation to the short I made for @entomolog-t’s prompt, so here you are! I already had ideas for a second part the moment I finished the first one!

(First part here)

I was so tired the night of my disappearing act that I barely made it to the scraps of insulated fabric I call my bed. Just as my head hit the comfortable fluff, a thud echoed above my head and I dashed to the doorway in seconds, heart racing. More thuds rumbled over the floorboards as I stood frozen looking fearfully upwards — believing Alice somehow knows where I am, and is trying to pry up the wooden planks to get to me. Faintly, I can hear her muffled voice. “Please, I know you’re scared, but hiding isn’t going to do either of us any good! Just come out; I swear I’m not dangerous!”

Oh. She’s probably crawling around on the floor trying to find me. Well, unless she can crawl beneath it, she’ll have a tough time finding anything but dust! I sneered at the thought, trying to reassure myself enough to get back in bed. I’m safe now. She’s not going to find me here. However, no matter how many fabric scraps I press over my ears, I can’t drown out enough noise for me to sleep. Even when I lay on the cold floor with everything over my head until I’m nearly suffocating, I can still feel the vibrations of Alice moving around. Just go to sleep already! Thud around all you like in the morning when I leave for the day! Regardless of my mental harassment of her, the human didn’t give up until it was early morning.

Finally, I have peace and quiet, and I fall asleep in record time. Come morning, the house is still silent as ever. I wake up with a gnawing ache in my chest. Briefly, I think it’s guilt over what I’d done the day before — turns out it was just hunger. I’d run away before getting to eat yesterday. Thankfully, I have some provisions that I’ve stored away for emergencies. I grab a few crackers and glance at the little watch piece that’s fastened to the wall. Oh, what?! I slept in! I usually never sleep in! My natural alarm wakes me up at almost the exact time every day. Then again, I’m usually asleep much earlier than last night, too.

No wonder the floor is so quiet; Alice is probably out of the house by now, or in her room working on human things. Quickly finishing breakfast, I slip on my bag and head out to the large kitchen. Now that my emergency stash of food is diminished, I’m a bit anxious to get it stocked again. I walk the same trek I’d sleepily walked the night before, but stop at the end of the hall where the electrical cover sits. Maybe I’ll.. go a different way.

Taking the long way through the walls, I come out inside a cabinet with windowed doors. Reaching out to push one open, I glance out of it and flinch. With cautious steps, I slide backward behind some cups. Alice is in the room. None of her usual music is playing, she isn’t watching videos on her phone, she isn’t talking to herself or a friend on the phone, either. She’s just sitting there with what appears to be her breakfast, staring numbly at a wall. Huh. Whatever ‘exams’ are, they really seem to be stressing her out. Usually she’s done with breakfast by now.

Her strange behavior can’t be because of me. She had spent less than twelve hours with me, and most of that time she spent ignoring me. Logically, she wouldn’t be that upset over someone she barely knew, right? She’d given up her search hours ago when she finally stopped keeping me up all night.

A while later, she leaves. It’s strange, though. Alice steps lightly across the room, glancing around the floor before each step. Maybe she lost something important? That tends to make humans fairly stressed. Hell, it makes me stressed. If a human’s missing something, it might mean I made a bad judgment call on what I could take without being noticed.

My nerves settle when the sound of her footsteps fade off. Back to business. My day runs relatively smoothly from there. Of course, I had to come across a knot or two in my climbing rope mid-scale, which I wasn’t too happy about. After collecting up some food, I spent a long while getting the knots to untie. It’s always best to get them out before you make a climb, that way your weight won’t tug them tighter. It was too late for that lesson to come in handy, though.

My next chore on the list is borrowing some more thread to stitch winter linings back into my clothes. The winter weather caught me by surprise. It had come earlier than I thought, and I’d nearly died because of it. Briefly, blurry visions of the inside of that knitted hat fade in and out of my consciousness. I nearly froze to death that night. If the thing hadn’t been left there accidentally, I wouldn’t have made it long enough to even try to get help. Blinking away the memories, I realized I was shivering and rubbed my hands over my arms for a bit more warmth, reminding myself that I’m safe here. The apartment never gets that cold. Ever.

At my home under the floors that afternoon, I gather up the materials I already collected. I have the fluffy inner lining that I’d taken from an old coat Alice left in a storage bin — I’ve been using it as bedding — my knife to cut everything to size, and a smaller needle I’d whittled out of a long chunk of wood. Now all I need is the thread.

Back in my little passages, I head in the opposite direction through the floor. I slow as I make my way up into the walls towards Alice’s room. Unfortunately, that’s where the sewing kit is, directly under her bed. Alice will be there for sure. Whatever she’s working on this time must be important. I haven’t heard her leave her room all day since I saw her walk in this morning. She hasn’t even gotten lunch. Maybe she has a snack on her desk! Perhaps when she’s asleep or out of the house I’ll steal some of it.

Sliding out of a crack in the baseboards behind a large bookshelf, I creep up to the very edge of it and scan the room. Sure enough, Alice is there doing schoolwork, watching a video on something called ‘trigonometry’ that I can barely pronounce — I don’t dare try to imagine what it actually is. At least she’s not being unnervingly still anymore.

I dart from my place beneath the bookshelf to beneath her bed. The sewing kit sits further towards the wall, right beside her desk. Alice seems distracted enough, scribbling down something while mumbling about things I don’t understand. She does that often enough that it isn’t as concerning as this morning. Maybe she’s finally returning to normal. That’s a relief. A human on a schedule is a good human to live with. Memorize it, use it to your advantage, and you’ll practically own the place — at least while they’re not around.

Making my way to the box, I wait for the video to start playing again before popping open the lid — timing it so she doesn’t pick up the noise amidst the other sounds she’s concentrating on. Sliding a few things around, I manage a clear path to the spool I want. Rummaging through various different items larger than yourself is no easy task, but I make it look practically effortless. A shrunken human would never be able to do half the things I do on a daily basis, I think with a smirk. I yank out the spool of thread and reach for my knife.

“No! What? How?! I used the same formula and everything!” I flinch as Alice yells, her angry voice edged with dismay. Cautiously, I tiptoe over to the side of her bedframe and glance up at her. She’s frantically writing something down, biting at her bottom lip with furrowed brows. Whatever it is, she isn’t too happy about it. I’m just about to continue my work when she glances over at the computer screen again. “What the heck?!” Furiously, she crumples her paper into a crushed ball, looking ready to throw it across the room in a fit of rage. I brace myself instinctively, thankful I hadn’t stuck around to anger her.

Suddenly, a sob wrenches out of Alice’s throat, catching me entirely by surprise. She curls her arms around her head as it falls to the surface of the desk. The paper ball drops dully to the floor. Her whole body shakes as she cries onto her desk, and my relief drops into a muted kind of confusion. “I’m gonna fail,” she whimpers, “I can’t do this. Why is everything going so wrong? I just wanted to help him; why’d he run away? I feel sick. What if he’s hurt somewhere and can’t call for help? What if he’s too scared to call for help?”

She.. really is worried about me. So worried that she’s acting like a complete mess — and not the silly endearing mess I’m fond of her for. If my disappearance amplifies her worries over these exams… Well, she didn’t tell me what would happen if she failed them, just that she couldn’t. I abandon the thread I’m after and rush for the crack in the wall behind the bookshelf. A plan’s forming in my mind. It might backfire horribly, but I’m hoping it’ll work. Alice is much too distracted for me to even bother checking if the coast is clear. Her light sobs still echo against the surface of her desk.

I slip between the two halves of the wall and take a large calming breath. Then I start shouting. “Alice! It’s ok, I-” The human sits up so abruptly I stop talking fearfully. I don’t know how beings as big as her can move so quickly. She scans the floor of the entire room in only a few seconds. Of course, I’m smart enough not to be in plain sight. “Hello?” Alice’s voice is slightly muffled like her nose is stuffy. I swallow a lump that formed in my throat. “It’s.. It’s ok. It’s me, the ‘little guy’.” Alice hastily rubs away her tears and stands up. “You’re… alright?” she asks me, glancing around. “Yeah.”

“Oh thank god!” Alice gasps, relieved. “You made me so worried for you! Are you hungry still? I- I know you haven’t eaten in a while since you.. ran off when I tried to get something for you.”

The room falls into an awkward silence. I can’t see much of her from beneath the bookshelf, but I watch Alice nervously shuffle from foot to foot — waiting for my response. She can’t stay silent for very long, though. “Look, I’m sorry I scared you off… I don’t know what happened, but I’m willing to work with you to try and get your memories and your old life back. I can’t imagine how terrifying it is to suddenly be so small, not even knowing how you got that way-”

“Stop.” Alice quieted at the single word. “That’s.. a lie. I remember everything just fine.” I want to say that I’m not terrified of being small either, but I can’t bring myself to say it. Even if I’ve lived my whole life this way, I still have my moments. Yesterday and that whole escapade with the freezing car was one of the worst of them. “So.. you just didn’t want to tell me how you shrank?” I sigh, “No.. Alice, I- I never shrank. I’ve always been this way.” She starts and stops talking a few different times — syllables barely leaving her mouth. “I’m not human, Alice.”

The silence that follows is worse than the last. It feels almost suffocating. A gentle thud reverberates over the floorboards and I peer out. Alice is kneeling on the floor, leaning down to peer under the bookshelf. Quickly, I duck back behind the wall. “Is that why you left?” Her voice softens, tears entirely gone. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” “You promised the tiny human me that you wouldn’t hurt me.” I glance out of my hiding spot just as Alice’s gaze wanders, thinking through something.

“You thought I would go back on my word if I knew you were lying to me? Or you just.. thought that I wouldn’t care because you’re not human?” she asks me, sounding hurt. I feel almost chastised. Her gaze flickers to me. “I promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you. You. No matter who or what you were. I’m a bit upset you wanted to lie to me about… everything. But I can’t be mad at you for being scared of me. I won’t ask you to talk to me anymore if you don’t want to, but just know, I’m glad you’re alright.”

Tears of relief well in my eyes and my throat tightens. Tentatively, I slide out from within the crack in the wall. “You- You really mean that? You don’t care that I’m not one of you?” A small smile spreads over Alice’s lips. Of course not, don’t be silly! You’re safe here, I promise. I understand if you want to go home, though. You probably have others of your kind to get back to, and I’ve accidentally trapped you in my house.” I glance away sheepishly, “Well, about that… I kind of.. live here.” “What?!”

I end up telling her every part of the truth — how I really got into her car, where I’d gone to when I ran off — everything. “I actually did remember my name. It’s just.. not really a human-sounding one, so I couldn’t exactly give you it. My name’s Fennel, but I mostly just go by Fen.” “Fen?” she asks a bit confusedly. I nod. “Nice to finally really meet you!” Alice laughs, “How long have you been living here.. with me?” I think back. “I moved in after you were already here, but you were still unpacking things, so I don’t think it was very far off from when you moved in, too.” Alice makes a surprised noise. “Where were you living before?” “Eh, another apartment in this building. The new people were too loud, so I moved out.” She giggled, “I wish I could just pack up and slip into a new home whenever I have problems with the neighbors.” I sigh, “It’s harder than it seems; I have to rebuild a livable space for myself every time.” Alice nods thoughtfully, sitting back up. Some of her bones crack as she does, and I flinch.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, can you maybe come out from beneath there? It hurts my back to try to bend all the way to the floor to look at you.” She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you. “Alright.” With slow deliberate steps I make my way out from beneath the bookshelf. Alice sits a foot away from me. I have to crane my neck back vertically to see her face, peering almost all the way downward at me. She offers me the palm of her hand. “Can I hold you? Please?” My heartbeat thunders so loudly I almost don’t hear what she asks. Cautiously, I nod and step up onto her hand, raised just a bit higher than a stair. She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you.

I’ve never interacted with a human before her, but I’ve seen it happen before. My brother — well, he wasn’t actually my brother, but we always called eachother that — had been found by a human. I was there. It was pitch dark, perfect time for borrowing. We’d forgotten a light, but Gin scoffed at the idea of going back for one — until he stepped into a mouse trap. Every once and a while I’ll still hear the awful noise made when the trap snapped closed on him. The human came running when they heard the gargled shriek, and the last thing he told me was to leave him there. The metal beam that had crunched around his midsection somehow hadn’t killed him, but his body was far from unharmed.

From a grate in the floor nearby, I watched as the human found him, ensured him things would be alright, and pulled him out of the trap — tearing him in two. In hindsight, I don’t think the human meant to kill him. They screamed and dropped the half of him they were holding. I was too stricken and horrified to process that in the moment, so I just ran.

“Fen?” I flinched so violently I nearly knocked myself in the face with my hand, instinctively trying to cover my head with my arms. “Are you ok? You look sick. If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down. You didn’t have to get on.” It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern. “I- I’m alright.” She gently shakes her head. “You aren’t, though. You’re shaking.” The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it. “And your heart’s beating really fast.” Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate. Maybe I am, to her. It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it. It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am. I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death. Why is it so comfortable? All Alice would have to do to hurt me is close her fist and squeeze. My fate wouldn’t be that much different than Gin’s. She won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you, she won’t hurt you.

Everything shifts around me and I rush to get out of her grip, immediately fearing that my imagination somehow willed an awful reality. But Alice brings me up to her chest and holds me gently against it. She tucks me against her sternum as her head comes to rest behind her hands that hold me. “It’s alright now.” I’m not sure if she’s assuring me, or herself, but I accept it and bring myself snugly against her. It’s blissfully warm there. While the walls where I live aren’t nearly as freezing as the outdoors, they’re still plenty cold. The heat is more than welcome. My wild pulse softens into a much normal rhythm while I listen to Alice’s own heartbeat thrumming beneath her skin.

Things are fuzzy in my mind beyond that moment. I’ve been up for a full twenty-four hours, and the night before was only worse than the last. I remember stumbling off her palm onto her desk, watching dazedly as Alice looked around the room for something. She finds it and places it down for me. It’s a little blanket folded over so it can be both a mattress and blanket at the same time. I crawl into it, listening to the sound of pencil scratches on paper for only a few minutes before I fall asleep mumbling a weary ‘thank you’.

#hope you enjoy!#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing

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The Girl

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> morticia addams x fem!reader (platonic)

> requested? yes! by @tylerrynkadesha

> content/warnings: death threats, misunderstandings, moonlight moments

> a/n: GOSH i listened to The Other Side of the Door and How You Get The Girl for this 😭 and i have found another fave song bcs of your suggestions @tylerrynkadesha! so thank you for requesting thisss ✨

“So... the Rave'n is coming up!”

Morticia has always been close with her roommate. Close enough to know that Larissa is gay. Though the blonde hasn't disclosed it yet, Morticia's gaydar has been broken by now. That's how Morticia knew you had a chance. Waving the fact that you were going to ask another girl out, she knew you always had a chance. Larissa was the only one being difficult.

“... Yes. What are you on, Tish?” the blonde looked up from her Botany textbook and narrowed her eyes at the psychic.

Morticia rolled her eyes and shrugged. Choosing to continue combing her hair in front of her vanity. “Nothing! It's uh– Addams and I are going together. Emilia is going with Edward–”

Larissa scoffed as Morticia continued to list the names of their friends who had dates for the Rave'n. While she chose to go alone. Though what bothered her was your last name being mentioned by the psychic. Luckily she turned you down before she got ridiculed.

“Is that everyone?” she asked as the psychic hid her comb and sat down on her bed.

“Uh-huh! Poor Y/N!” Morticia picked up the faded picture of you, her, and Larissa at your first Parent's Weekend night. Morticia had her hair straightened as always, Larissa had hers in an updo, whilst you had yours in a ponytail. “To be rejected is the most awful thing someone could go through! Oh! If I ever know who that bitch is– I'll strangle her to death!”

Larissa choked on thin air and caressed her chest. Morticia has never threatened anyone like that. Sure, make their lives living hell, but strangling? No, never. Yet what shocked her more is that Morticia didn't even know who she was threatening. Surely you told her that it was Larissa that rejected your invite to the Rave'n... right?

---

The silent and peaceful atmosphere of the library always brought her a sense of calmness. Larissa knew she was safe from reality behind the library's doors. Behind these doors, she had time. Time to ponder about life, about her future, about you. Truth be told, Larissa has always fancied you. With your face and the beautiful eyes. Gosh, your eyes were ethereal. She could look into your eyes forever.

“Larissa!” the blonde's thoughts were interrupted as your figure came barreling down to her table. The librarian shushed and gave both of you a warning glance.

“Y/N. Please be quiet. You'll get us kicked out!” Larissa warned you in a whisper. “What is it that you want? I'm trying to study.”

Larissa didn't see your smile drop as she was busy looking at the book in front of her. Yet, you cleared your throat and smiled at her. “Uh– will you– would you like to–”

Larissa wasn't a patient person, and your stutters didn't help you in your quest. “Spit it out.”

“Will you come to the greenhouse later? I need help with my Botany essay.” you breathed your question. It wasn't even your original question, yet with her impatient interruption seconds ago, you opted not to ask.

Too busy trying to escape the awkwardness by not looking at her, you didn't notice Larissa's disappointed expression. Clearing her throat and sitting straighter, she replied with a nod and motioned for you to leave.

•

“You can do this. Breathe and you can! I believe in you!”

With Morticia dating your cousin, you acquired a new sister that helped you in matters like this. You loved Gomez, truly. But he was terrible at helping you with these things, like asking another girl out. To the point that you didn't believe it when he told you that he was dating Morticia.

“Now, do you want to practice with me or not?” Morticia held your shaking hands as you stood in front of her. Breathing slowly, you nodded and began.

“I want you for worst or for better. I would wait forever and ever. They broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait forever. But all I want to ask you tonight is, would you go to the Rave'n with me?”

With you and Morticia in your own world, both of you didn't notice the blonde figure peering through the door with tears in her eyes. Larissa heard the full speech towards Morticia and it broke her. She let herself believe that you didn't need any help with your essay, as you were the top student in that class, but alas she's been fooled by her own mind.

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Caressing the photo with her finger, Morticia sighed and put it back on her desk. “And the bitch didn't even have the guts to show her face! Y/N ran all the way from the astronomy tower from Moon Observations to the library!”

Larissa's eyes almost bulged out of her skull with Morticia's words. Surely the psychic was toying with her? The flight of stairs you would need to climb down would estimate from five to six floors to get from the tower to the library.

“She even made a speech for her! Ugh!” Morticia bit her lip in anger and shoved the crystal ball away from her to the floor.

Larissa gulped and bit the inside of her cheek. “A speech you say?”

Morticia snapped her head towards the blonde and nodded. “It was the most beautiful speech I have heard from anyone. Y/N really knows how to put her words together. Oh how I wish Gomez was like that–”

Larissa blurred the next words coming out from Morticia's mouth. She felt awful. She blatantly rejected you by not meeting you tonight. Raising her thumb to her lip, she chewed on her nails and thought of a way to make it up to you. She can't possibly ask you to the Rave'n now, not after what she did.

Morning came by quickly and so did everyone around you. Your friends have been freaking out due to their dresses, makeovers, and dates all day. Whilst you chose to stare at your dress and imagine an alternative situation wherein Larissa met with you at the greenhouse and you asked her out.

Sighing, you turned your head as you heard the tapping from the window pane. Turning around, you saw Thing outside the window, waving his hands and wearing a paper ring. Deciding that you needed company, you stood up and opened the window for him.

“How is Gomez, Thing?” you plopped down the bed and closed your eyes. You felt Things climb up and poke you with his index finger.

‘Take the ring!’ Thing tapped on your arm.

You raised your eyebrow and plucked the ring from his finger and opened it carefully, fearing that the paper ring would tear as you opened it.

Shooting Thing a suspicious look, you read the contents of the paper.

Dear Y/N,

If you ever have the chance of coming to the Rave'n, I would appreciate it if you would meet me in front of the doors right before the last song starts. The DJ will state it, obviously, and I hope to see you there.

- the girl

The girl? Who was this? Was someone playi– Oh. ‘I guess Tish told her then.’ You thought to yourself and rolled your eyes. “Really, Thing? This matchmaking deed has got to be below your dignity as an Addams.”

Thing gave you the bird and slapped your arm before leaving towards the window. Yet, before he could leave you called him. “Thing!” the hand turned around. “Thank you.”

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“Have you seen her yet?” Larissa asked Morticia as the psychic stood beside her, holding a glass of probably spiked punch.

“No, and neither has Gomez, or her roommate.” Morticia rolled her eyes at Larissa's excessive questioning.

“Morticia, the evening is near to an end. The song next to this is the last song and I haven't seen her since it started!” Larissa held her cup tightly and breathed unevenly.

Morticia noticed her friend starting a full-blown panic attack and shoved her cup to Gomez's hand and dragged Larissa towards the door. “You told me that the next song is the last one. Now go outside and see if she's there, and I know she is. She's not you.”

Although breathing unevenly, Larissa closed her eyes at Morticia's sudden verbal attack. It was true, you were not her. You would never leave her hanging whenever she asked for something. Turning around to face Morticia, she glared at the girl and shoved her cup towards her. “I'll have you know, I only left her hanging because I thought she was with you.” With that, Larissa opened the door and left.

“Ugh! What a nightmare!”

“She sure is, nevertheless I love her that way.”

A figure clad in a black dress suddenly appeared beside Larissa, making her jump and hold her chest. “Bloody hell! Someday I'll get a heart attack because of you or Morticia!”

“Morticia has that effect on people.” You shrugged and leaned against the wall behind you.

Larissa gave a breathy chuckle, choosing to copy you. Pursing her lips, Larissa fiddled with her gloves and glanced at you. With your black dress and dark red lip, you were ethereal to her eyes. With your skin glistening as the moonlight shined before you. “Beautiful.” Larissa didn't even notice that she thought and said aloud at the same time.

Flushing at her gaze, you cleared your throat. “Thank you.”

Biting her lips to avoid grinning, Larissa nodded and stepped towards you. “I'm sorry.”

Sighing, you looked up at her and smiled. “It's fine. I understand.” you stepped closer to her.

With your shoulders touching, you brought your hand and softly brushed your pinky against hers. Not it was Larissa's turn to blush, but she wouldn't give you the benefit of seeing her so red. Instead she curled her pinky with yours and closed her eyes, basking in the moonlight.

#wednesday #principal weems #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #morticia frump #morticia addams

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