#imagine yoko’s face

[myplasticadversary]

This might be silly but I've been trying to find this one person who said in a tag I saw something about a McLennon Enchanted AU because I have a lot of thoughts about it 👀

#namely I'm contemplating the animated fairytale world paul and presumably princess linda would be from #and to what extent he would be cartoon paul vs real paul before being banished to london #i imagine something that's kind of a riff on yellow submarine #where the blue meanie goes after paul because him marrying linda somehow threatens his plans to take over pepperland #but maybe paul also still lives with jim and mike and their whole quirky family and they come to rescue him #and being in the real world brings out all the hard complexities in their relationships that they have to face for the first time #also I'm thinking this takes place while john is divorcing cynthia and hasn't yet married yoko and he's got george and ringo and everyone #and paul encourages him to repair his relationship with julian and yoko has the cute ending with linda because why not #then i could also start on another tangent about what the band history might've been like without paul but let's not get carried away #(lennison drama anyone?) #the beatles #mclennon #enchanted

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.2

Prettyyyyy

Maybe John's not actually crazy for thinking Hey Jude is to him? “For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder.” fool is, in my tin hat world, often a code name for Paul in their songs. And that description is certainly him to a t actually. I wonder why I've never considered it before. 

John: are you happy here, honey? Paul: I ain't happy here my honey, can you take me back? How many songs does Paul write from 1968 on about trying to go back? One day I'm going to make a list and it'll be a long one. 

And thus begins the phase of they just can't help it, can they? But they really wish they could. They make each other so so happy, but they really wish they didn't. It would hurt less that way. 

I love the comparison of Linda's pictures of everyone else and then of John. It just shows that it's not a her problem – that's such a lovely one of George, who Hates Yoko – it's how he feels about her.

John, coming up with every possible weapon to provoke Paul, finally has Yoko sing Paul's part in one of their songs. It really is such a slap in the face. But of course breaking the sanctity of their music is what does it best. And still, all he gets out of him is a look before he walks away. Whatever it is that John wants, I think Paul literally can not give it to him. 

Btw the white album is my favorite, probably. There's just such incredible diversity on it. It's so much fun, you never get tired of it, and it's an excellent display of their genius and versatility. 

He looks like an abandoned puppy. 

What do we think? John says Paul drummed on WDWDITR. Paul says Ringo did. Who is telling the truth?

“It was getting to be where he wanted to do it like that but he couldn't make the break . . .” So John thinks Paul doing his songs by himself means he wants to break the group up? I personally read it as him not wanting to annoy everyone with his bossiness, but that's just my take. 

John talking about how it's him and Yoko now, but before, it was . . .

George needs to send them a cease and desist notice or he'll sue them for breech of character the amount of times they drag him into things he's not a part of. Especially if they're not going to even fucking spare him a glance in reality. Please and thank you, Hare Krishna. 

Paul's epigraph on the two virgins cover. “Battles to prove he was a saint”? What kind of passive aggressive shit is that, Paul?

The eternal question: what happened in India? And does John really not know? Or is he just unwilling to tell what happened to rolling stone?

Somebody please engage with that poor little boy, preferably, you know, his father. Ugh, Cynthia must've had so much anxiety watching that footage, or really any time Julian was with John. And that footage is placed in the doc right after a pic of Paul already being Heather's dad just so naturally. 

But hell, if I've ever seen attention-seeking behavior, this is it. Singing about wanting to die while seductively undressing the closest thing Paul would've had to career competition at the time. 

I'm sorry but it will forever be hilarious to me that when John's singing his part of “I've Got a Feeling” with Yoko it's “soft dream” and then with Paul it's “wet dream”. How John and Yoko tricked everyone into believing they were too horny for each other to control themselves is beyond my imagination. 

On the day John plays their sex tape, “Unusually, Yoko is not present.” LMAO girl same. John: I'm going to play our sex tape for the band tomorrow. Yoko: oh was that tomorrow? Damn, I forgot, I have a thing. 

“Well that's an interesting one.” What did John honestly expect, though? Like I know he wanted Paul to be like, “that's it! Enough is enough I'm taking you home and doing you right!” Or whatever. But what did he honestly, realistically expect?

Always saying the same things at the same time, always on the same page, same word. About everything, it seems, except their relationship. 

Paul: but you won't say anything about it. John: I said what I've been thinking. Paul: Are you still thinking that now? What are you thinking now? John: I'm still thinking about it. Infuriating. Whatever it is John's been thinking, he doesn't want to talk about it in front of cameras. Is it quitting the band? I think it's something more complicated than that but I've no idea what. 

“John, John, joooooohn!” X “Martha my Dear” crossover my beloved. The fact that literally Everyone reacts and tries to get her to stop except Paul is so extremely telling. Yoko: joooooohn! Ringo: He's busy! Yoko: joooooohn! John: Stop that! (And he looks and sounds genuinely pissed) Yoko: joooooohn! Paul: (plinking and pounding away, definitely not thinking thoughts about what he would do right now if he was a girl that will come out of his mouth fifteen years later)

Everyone's trying to figure out the problem with George vs JohnandYoko and Paul's saying “and like with Yoko, they’re real. They mean it.” Linda laughs. “I don't dig that.” You don't, Linda? What about them isn't real to her, I wonder. Does she think they don't really love each other? Or what?

Linda: *Makes fart noise* Go away! Paul: continues to defend them. Neil: everybody cough. See and this is why it sucks that get back was so edited. Because it's important that Paul's defending them here not just going on and on where nobody asked. He knows he's hurt John, and he feels bad enough about it to let him have his mommy with him at all times if that's what he needs.

If what??? Someone needs to force them to finish their damn sentences. Because I feel like he cuts himself off here when (I swear!!) he's about to say what it is that's hurting John so badly.

Anyway, here's where (imo) he's kinda wrong. Where he says "if it came to a push between Yoko and the band, it's Yoko." I think I said it in my get back posts, but I'll say it again. Yeah, if it was Yoko or the band, it's Yoko. But if it's Yoko or Paul filling all the gaps Yoko is currently filling? It's Paul. You know? And I think that's what John wants so badly at this time, actually. Is “a push between Yoko and [Paul]” ending with Paul stepping up for him in some way that he wasn't before, you know?

He really does get it though. John wanting to be as close as possible with Yoko so he doesn't lose her and their connection. Don't forget he does put Linda in his band. He gets it because it was the same with him and John. 

I really do think it's a huge myth that they just never talked about feelings or anything serious. Look at them. This is how they talk in a crowded place with their girlfriends sitting right there. They didn't just get through fifteen years of one of the greatest collaborations in history never actually talking. They talked about deep stuff. And frequently. 

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #linda mccartney #yoko ono #ulm #understanding lennon mccartney

[yourmidnightlover]

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: readers never had a new years kiss and xavier wants to change that. (VERY SHORT and sweet :)

warnings: a kiss? i think that’s literally it. it’s so short but i wanted to get this out of my system for the new year

a/n: a teensy tiny little blurb about new years. definitely mostly just abt the new years kiss w xavier and reader

can we also just imagine if you were the one kissing him like this?!??!?

you had never had a new years kiss, learning to not even expect one as each year came to a close with the promise of a new beginning.

sure, you had flings and small romances, but none of them were serious enough or stuck around long enough to be that special kiss to kick off the new year with.

this was no different as your friends from nevermore gathered on the rooftop of tallest tower in the building. it was intimate, only involving you, enid, wednesday, ajax, yoko, bianca, kent, and xavier.

everyone knew enid and wednesday would seal the deal of the new year by each others side. ajax had yoko, bianca and kent would merely hug as friends, and you assumed xavier wanted to do the same with you.

“y/n,” xavier waltzed your way as the clicked showed one minute on everyone’s watches. “i was wondering…” his voice was wavering, nerves clearly getting to him.

“xavier?” you turned to face him weather than the beautiful starry sky. “you alright? if you don’t wanna hug or anything it’s fine, i-“

“it’s not that,” he assured you as he reached to hold both of your hands. “i wanted to do more, actually. would you mind if i-if we-“

you were interrupted by the infamous countdown of the night, everyone’s voice joining in unison. “10…9…8…”

xavier still hadn’t finished asking whatever he was going to ask or say. but, you brought your hands to his shoulders as you began to join in counting.

“5…4…3…2…”

before you could get to one, xavier’s hands went to cup your cheek and waist. now, you’ve been kissed enough to know when someone’s about to kiss you, and you were overjoyed by this. he leaned down to connect your lips, which were smiling.

one of your hands went to hold his that was holding your face, the other cupping his neck right below his ear. as much as you loved how often this guy made you smile, you really hated that it was nearly ruining the kiss.

regardless, you couldn’t help the little groan of excitement that left your throat. with a chuckle, xavier reluctantly pulled back, connecting your foreheads to one another.

“happy new year,” he now pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his there once again. his breath was minty as if fanned over your face.

“quite the happy new year, indeed,” you nodded as you swung both arms around his neck. “is that what you were so scared to ask me about? to be your new years kiss?”

“well, i don’t want it to just be a new years kiss,” he shrugged as you somehow ignored the fireworks going off all around you in the sky. “i want this to be real with us. i’ve always wanted that.”

“i would love nothing more than to spend the rest of this new year with you.”

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe thoughts #xavier thorpe blurb #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe hurt/comfort #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x reader fluff #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe wednesday #wednesday xavier thorpe #wednesday #wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #netflix xavier thorpe

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— their affair, bloody

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!vampire!reader

warnings: mentions of blood/blood drinking

summary: could a vampire actually feel anguish? she wished she didn't have to feel at all, but whenever she looked at wednesday she could almost feel her undead heart beat in her chest

word count: 3.1k

a/n: the snippets before the rave'n dance are just a small foreword i feel i had to write not to make the ending scene seem meaningless. enjoy!!

"A new arrival, huh?" A blonde vampire next to (Y/n) chuckled, gently elbowing her friend in the side to catch her attention.

“Doesn’t she look cheery,” Yoko commented, sipping on her bottled blood.

(Y/n) tilted her head, taking a look at the small stranger over her glasses. Indeed, the look on her pale face was far from happy when she looked around the quad, as if judging everything and everyone she was seeing.

The girl was… small. Even from where the (h/c) - haired vampire sat with the Fangs she could see how miniature the ravenette’s frame was as she stood next to Enid. Despite the frailness of her shoulders, she held them straight, hands dutifully by her sides and posture perfect.

(Y/n)’s slitted pupils traced over the dark burgundy lips of the stranger, up to her perfect cheekbones and rested on the ravenette’s eyes.

Oh. Oh no, their gazes met.

“That stare is far too long to be judging, (Y/n). Speak up.” Yoko poked her fellow vampire in the shoulder, bringing the girl out of her thoughts. Adjusting her glasses with her finger, (Y/n) cleared her throat and turned away.

“That looked like it hurt.”

Wednesday turned at the sound of a voice she hadn’t heard before, spotting a (h/c) - haired vampire in the doorway. The girl’s hands were folded on her chest as she leaned her frame against the door, watching the other through her tinted glasses.

“Not as much as my shattered ego.” The ravenette replied, unblinking as the nurse disinfected the cut on her forehead.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” (Y/n) chuckled, moving to sit on a bench opposite to Wednesday, taking off her glasses and resting them on her forehead. The red in her eyes glinted, mischief evident in the bloody pools, “You were really… impressive there. For a second I thought you might beat even Bianca.”

“Are you here to rub it my face, perhaps? Or are you always lured in by the slightest smell of blood?”

“No, no. None of the above,” the vampire shook her head with a smile, “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. I’m (Y/n). It’s very pleasant to make your acquaintance, Ms. Addams.”

“Are all you vampires so fancy and sugar - coated with your words?”

“That’s just my way of wooing you. Is it working?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, clearly not in the mood for the vampire’s impish antics.

“Do you only drink human blood?”

(Y/n) looked up from her phone, taking her plastic straw out of her mouth and licking a salty droplet off her lips.

“Well... Animal blood just lacks the taste, you know?”

“What are you, a gourmet then?”

The vampire huffed out a laugh through her nose, “You could say that. I mean, you do have a preference in coffee, right? Same goes for me.”

“Is there some kind of a blood type you prefer over others?”

“It’s not really about that,” putting her phone away, (Y/n) leaned closer to Wednesday in her seat, a thoughtful look on her face, “For example... Hard – working people taste better than those who lead an idle lifestyle,” she stirred the straw in the bottle, then took a sip, “And drinking a smoker is like... adding barbecue sauce? Does that sound coherent?” She chuckled.

Wednesday watched the vampire for a while, lost in thought, then her hand suddenly reached for the napkin holder next to her. Grabbing one, she leaned in towards the taller girl who was sitting opposite to her, and, carefully wrapping the white cloth around her finger, dabbed at the side of the vampire’s mouth. When Wednesday pulled away, the napkin had a small pink stain.

“You had blood on your face.” The ravenette deadpanned, fondling the tissue and leaving it on the side of the table before returning her focus back to the book in front of her.

(Y/n) didn’t like going out to Jericho. She was content with never abandoning the school grounds, actually, as she had been doing for a few decades now, but, alas, Bianca’s outlook on bonding wasn’t limited by sharing each other’s traumas only. So almost every Sunday (Y/n) spent with the siren, walking around the town and checking out shops that didn’t seem to change its stock ever and spooking every normie they would meet on the way.

As the girls chatted, they passed by the Weathervane, and (Y/n) looked at the window absentmindedly, watching customers enjoy the atmosphere of the cozy café. Her gaze landed on a couple of teenagers sitting closer to the glass, and she stopped walking.

There, pointing at some book laying open on the table and talking intently was Wednesday. And right next to her was Tyler, leaning over the small girl, brows furrowed as he listened to her ramble, completely engrossed.

(Y/n) watched her through the lenses of her glasses — and for a second wished they were rose — colored.

"(Y/n)? You okay? What are you looking— " Bianca's voice reached the vampire but (Y/n) didn't see the girl coming up to stand beside her, catching sight of the pair through the window, "Fuck, (Y/n)... Come on.”

It was such a rare thing to hear the siren swear, and that was enough to bring (Y/n) out of her stupor.

She tore her eyes away from the small ravenette she was watching to look at her friend, "Yeah... Yeah, sorry. Let's go." The vampire muttered quietly and let Bianca wrap her hand around her arm in a soothing way, tugging her away from the coffee shop.

"Nothing to be sorry about. That psycho's the one who should be sorry." The girl seethed, frowning.

(Y/n) knew it was more of a personal thing for the siren. Because... Wednesday didn't do anything wrong. She was just there. Cold, distant, calculating and unnervingly beautiful.

She was there... with him. Why was the vampire so bothered by that? She guessed the answer was right there, waving in her face like a red flag. She didn't want to admit it.

Walking up to the door, (Y/n) raised her fist to knock. It was early in the evening as she stood in the corridor of Ophelia Hall, feeling completely out of place despite always being welcomed here, and the vampire hoped her werewolf friend was ready to head out. The possibility of running into Enid’s gloomy roommate was impossibly high, considering she was knocking right on the devil den’s door.

It wasn’t like (Y/n) didn’t want to see her. This was really petty of her, now that the vampire was thinking about it. Wednesday was her friend, first and foremost. Her silly little crush came second. She should’ve been there for her, not running away and moping constantly.

But (Y/n) guessed this was the feature she shared with humans, and one that made her imperfect — she could feel. The jealousy, the heartbreak, despite how angsty and pathetic all of it was. Despite how the girl didn’t even have a heart.

The vampire heard footsteps inside the room and instantly fixed her gaze back on the door, straightening her slouched shoulders. It opened, and (Y/n) grinned, before she saw who was behind the door.

“(Y/n). Did you need something?”

Wednesday stood at the threshold, looking up at the vampire with a seemingly impatient gaze. She was dressed in a warm — looking black-and-white checkered sweater, the size big enough to hang off her shoulders in a cute cozy way. The ravenette certainly wasn’t expecting any guests.

(Y/n) gulped and felt her toothy smile waver.

"Hey. Is, uh... Is Enid around? I was supposed to pick her up at about... right now. " She chuckled, trying to suppress a lump forming in her throat.

"She hasn't come back from her extracurricular yet." Wednesday answered curtly.

"Ah. Typical Enid," (Y/n) cursed mentally, baring a sharp fang to scratch at her lip, anxious about what she was going to ask next, "Do you mind if I chill here for a bit while I wait for her, then?"

There was no way in hell she just asked that.

Wednesday seemed to think for a moment before she stepped away from the door, letting the taller girl in, "As long as you promise to be silent."

"Sure thing. Thanks."

The vampire walked into the room, closing the door behind her, and plopped herself on the bed of her werewolf friend with a sigh. She watched Wednesday take a sit at her desk, back turned to (Y/n), and the monotonous but hardly unpleasant sound of typing resumed.

"So... Are you going to the Rave’N next week?" (Y/n) asked, trying her best to seem nonchalant, and for a second regretted asking – she didn’t want to hear an affirmative from the girl.

“(Y/n). What did you just promise me?” Wednesday scolded, her fingers never ceasing their chaotic dance on the typewriter.

The vampire huffed, “Right. Sorry.”

She watched the smaller girl type for a while, lost in thought, before the ravenette's voice made her flinch.

“Are you and Sinclair going on a date?”

“What? No, no, it’s a girls’ night out,” (Y/n) explained, a bit embarrassed, “Me, her, Yoko, some girls from Ophelia Hall... Didn’t she invite you?”

“It must’ve slipped my mind.” The ravenette deadpanned, as if having lost all the interest in the conversation.

“Well... I can invite you. Right now. I’d be glad if you went. And, you know, the girls would be, too.”

“I’ve got something planned for tonight already.”

(Y/n)’s brows raised in surprise, then she frowned, scoffing, “Right. I can imagine.”

“Can you?” Wednesday asked incredulously.

“Yeah. That curly – haired guy, Tyler, was he? Must be a bit bold to ask you out past the curfew."

“Is there something wrong with that?” The typing stopped, but Wednesday didn’t turn in her seat to face the taller girl.

“No. Nothing,” (Y/n) stood from the bed, turning to head for the exit, “Know what. I think I’m gonna go look for Enid myself. The puppy is certainly taking her time.”

“Do you have some kind of a grudge against me, (Y/n)?”

The vampire stopped in her tracks, “Why would I?”

“Don’t play coy. You’ve been cold and distant – snappier than usual, too,” Wednesday got up from her seat, moving closer to the taller girl but not daring to take a step too close, “Do you hate me? Is that why you avoid me?” She asked, scrutinizing (Y/n) as if trying to figure out a complex math problem that challenged her intellect, and the inability to do so irritated her endlessly.

The vampire felt the dam in her throat she was trying so hard to keep intact break. (Y/n) swallowed, gritting her teeth, terrible burning overtaking her larynx. Her glasses had slid down her nose somewhere in the middle of her movements, and Wednesday could see desperation swirl in the red pools.

“You’re so unfair.” She tried to keep her voice flat, but the anger and sadness was evident in her tone lacking its usual soft cockiness. Her slitted pupils fixed on the short ravenette, and Wednesday froze at the intensity of the gaze.

Hate is the last fucking emotion I feel towards you.

“Unfair and... so cruel.”

Fixing her glasses back to their place, the (h/c) – haired vampire turned on her heel, heading for the door and grabbing the handle.

“Have a fun date, Wednesday.”

The slam of the door made the smaller girl flinch. She stared at where (Y/n) had left, unblinking, wondering if her exit had something to do with a gaping hole forming in her heart.

(Y/n) had promised Enid – no words starting with ‘W’ this evening. It was the Rave’N Dance, the very thing every single student of Nevermore had been looking forward the whole year. The vampire wasn’t as excited as she thought she would be, but the idea of muting her aching thoughts at least for a bit sounded nice. To think of something aside from the cold – hearted ravenette.

She hoped someone would actually spike the punch this time. Heaven knew she needed that.

Teenagers were slowly starting to gather at the huge hall, and Wednesday detested having to be among them. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dress that adorned her being was... perfect. It fit like a glove, the semitransculent fabric on her shoulders clashing gorgeously against her pale complexion, and the black collar complimented her slender neck in a way that could make one want to trace their fingers over the soft skin to really make sure she wasn’t made of porcelain.

But Wednesday herself wasn’t feeling as beautiful as she looked

A certain vampire wouldn’t abandon her thoughts. Her words, the way she had looked at the ravenette that day... Wednesday could swear all of those were hints that were supposed to bring her closer to unveiling the mystery that was (Y/n) (L/n).

Shame she was too oblivious to see the answer right in front of her nose.

But there was no use in pondering now. She hoped the evening would help her forget about the girl... at least for a moment. Grabbing the hem of her black lacy dress, the gloomy girl went down the stairs and past the taken – aback Tyler who hurried to follow her. A familiar voice made the ravenette stop in her tracks, and she turned to look at its owner.

“(Y/n)’s been there for a while...” Enid hummed, standing next to the staircase and looking at the upper floor, hoping to see her friend finally emerge from the corridor.

“She’s allowed to be fashionably late,” Yoko assured, “I don’t remember the last time (Y/n) went to the Dance – and the two of us have been in the academy long enough.”

The girls’ conversation died at the sound of heavy footsteps. They looked up, and there the vampire latecomer was.

“I, uh... I think I went a little overboard.”

(Y/n) wore a silky black shirt with long fringed sleeves, and on top of it she had a dark – red vest, perfectly tight over her torso. Her high collar was adorned with a black broche, and her patent leather shoes tapped on the lacquered floor when she went down the stairs.

“Holy shit, did someone rob Dracula’s coffin? You’re to die for, (Y/n),” Yoko complimented, looking the taller vampire up and down with a proud toothy grin.

“Do a twirl, babes!” Enid exclaimed, and (Y/n) blushed under their gazes, raising her arms and spinning on her heels.

“You’re exaggerating, girls.” She murmured, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

“No way,” the werewolf came to the girl’s side to grab her arm, pressing herself closer to her frame, “You look so dapper! Walking into the Rave’N with you will be the biggest flex of the year.”

The vampire grinned, chuckling, “Fine, fine. Thank you. You both look extremely gorgeous, too. I could melt at the amount of such pretty women giving me their undivided attention.”

The three girls laughed before Yoko moved to tug at (Y/n)’s other arm, “C’mon. The girls are already there.”

Wednesday watched the vampire leave, unable to move a muscle. Enid was right – walking with such a beautiful being would’ve been an honor... and it was supposed to be the ravenette’s honor.

“Think we should move out?”

She looked up at Tyler who watched her expectantly, a lopsided smile on his face, and then headed for the Rave’N hall without a word.

How did it go so wrong?

(Y/n) had a hard time not stealing glances towards a certain ravenette and her date – she couldn’t help herself, really. Wednesday looked gorgeous. Even when she danced with him.

But before (Y/n) could sulk over her thoughts, she’d get pulled in to the dancefloor by one of her friends, and then she’d loose the small girl in the crowd.

She didn’t bother seeking her again.

And even if she did, the vampire wouldn’t be able to find her amidst all the red she was seeing.

It reminded her painfully of a horror movie she had seen a while ago, and the recreation of it in real life seemed so obvious and cliché (Y/n) found herself chuckling as she stared up at the thick sprinkling liquid.

People around the vampire were screaming, running out of the hall and slipping on the puddles of blood, and the girl watched with amusement as even the stone – cold principal of Nevermore got overtaken by panic. (Y/n) scrunched her nose, and a single whiff made the vampire realise it wasn’t actual blood – just mere paint. She scoffed – way to go, outcasts.

Taking off her glasses, (Y/n) looked up towards the raining red, liquid staining her shirt and west, getting into her eyes and hair. Students ran past her, bumping into her frame, but the girl couldn’t bring herself to move.

(Y/n) craned her head to the side, and suddenly her eyes met pools of grey. Wednesday stood a few feet away from her, unmoving, her hair completely drenched in paint, some dark locks sticking to her face.

She watched (Y/n), gaze unreadable, then took a single step. Then another. Her shoes squelched against the wet floors.

Wednesday was standing in front of the taller girl now, not uttering a single word. They watched each other, transfixed, fake blood pooling around them. Wednesday stepped closer, looking up at the vampire, and (Y/n) found herself unable to breathe.

The short ravenette leaned in on her tip – toes, and her painted lips pressed against (Y/n)’s.

The vampire’s eyes closed on their own accord, and her hands landed on the smaller girl’s waist, gently pulling her closer. For a second she thought she was dreaming, but the warm feeling of Wednesday’s lips on hers, the girl’s long lashes tickling her cheeks and the herbaceous woodsy smell of her perfume that overwhelmed the vampire’s senses was so real it grounded her to earth like nothing else.

Their lips parted, but (Y/n) wasn’t in a hurry to move away. She watched Wednesday intently, pupils tracing over the slopes of her perfect cheekbones, and the warmth of the feeling bursting in her stomach almost made the vampire pull the smaller girl into another kiss – but she didn’t.

Wednesday leaned in herself again, her plump lips ghosting over the corner of (Y/n)’s mouth where redness was smeared in a feather – light touch.

“Amateurs. They didn’t even bother to get some actual pig blood.” She muttered softly, sighing in half –hearted exasperation.

“Would’ve been a funny thing to watch me run around with my tongue out trying to catch the droplets as if they were snowflakes, huh?” The vampire chuckled, raising her hand to gently wipe some liquid off the smaller girl’s cheek.

Wednesday smiled, eyes fixing back on (Y/n)’s lips. And the taller girl quickly understood the message, leaning in again.

Yeah. She’d rather busy her tongue with something else.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

I have an idea for Xavier, some angst followed by fluff (my favourite genre)

So you know how Xavier can draw and bring his art to life. I like to imagine reader has a similar power, anything she writes comes to life. Xavier and her work together, this like cute power couple who make accompaniments to each others work and its sweet and lovely.

Until when all this hyde business comes along and everyones on edge, she sees xavier getting closer with Wednesday and shes like 'you know what, no, I trust you.' And they do trust each other.

But she comes back to see all her work, all her writing completely torn up, shredded, thrown across the room. Shes distraught. Wednesday and enid hear her crying and they're like, what the fuck happened, enid is comforting, wednesday is like 'I'll make this persons death slow' in her unique comforting way.

However, someone framed Xavier! And after she sees the scissors used to tear some of the paper or maybe a piece of incriminating evidence on xavier, her upset brain puts two and two together. Hes screaming and crying he doesnt understand, sort of picture a more upset Billy in the scene in scream where sidney calls the cops on him

Enid is pissed and ajax is too, and wednesday, they're all super protective and ajax gets to angry he near punches Xavier when hes determined to see her.

Of course we need a resolve so maybe Wednesday finds out that thornhill needed the two of them out of the way, she was sick of them parading around and bearing discovering her evilness.

I just need Xavier fluff to angst with some helpful friends

ok, this took so long but I did it! this is a bit bad.

I DON'T GET IT

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: swearing.

"go away" you sobbed as you heard a knock on your door. you were in a fetal position, curled up on your floor, looking at all the paper with your writing torn all over the floor.

but the door opened anyway.

-2 weeks ago-

"this is wednesday" Xavier said with a smile, motioning to the girl next to him with a big smile on his face

"Hi, I'm Y/n" you greeted

"ok, so me and Wednesday have something to do. bye babe" he said before dragging her away

you sighed and turned to go to your dorm.

-

you saw them everywhere together, in the halls, in the quad and in class. they were always together

"I bet it's nothing, he wouldn't do anything" Yoko shrugged

And it was true, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, especially with another girl.

you trusted them, Xavier wouldn't do anything, and Wednesday didn't even seem interested in him. but that didn't stop you from getting Jealous, there was barely a time that Xavier even talked to you that week.

all you wanted was for your boyfriend to come see you. so you didn't really hesitate to write what you wanted.

'I wish Xavier would spend time more time with me' you wrote.

5 minutes later there was a knock on your door, you stood up from your chair to open the door

"Hey, sweetheart" Xavier smiled down at you

"Hi, Xav" you beamed

"can I come in?" he asked, you stepped aside and let him in.

you guys ended up talking for hours.

you were happy about seeing him again, upset that it needed your writing to make it happen.

-A week ago-

you had gotten closer to Wednesday, her gaining your full trust and becoming friends.

Xavier begun hanging out with you more and you happy about that. but then the Monster started putting people on edge and paranoid

-

you sat next to Xavier in Thornhills class. he moved closer and gave his notebook to you, letting you pick a drawing.

you flipped to a page, seeing a drawing of butterfly. you smiled down at it and pushed the book closer to him, he hovered his hand over the page, making it fly of the page.

it circled around your head. you turned your head as it flew around you with a grin on your face

you giggled as it landed on the table you sat at.

"this isn't the time for your animations, Mister Thorpe" Thornhill stated

"sorry" he apologised, bringing the butterfly back to the page. he sighed as he looked at you with a soft sad smile.

you had an idea and opened your book, writing down what you wanted.

after a minute, Thornhill's vase with a plant in it fell off her table and smashed on the floor, glass and water spilling.

you rubbed it off your page, getting rid of any evidence that you were the reason for it.

Xavier laughed under his breath and smiled at you sneakily.

-an hour ago-

you had gone back to your room. you had no classes today and you wanted to clean yourself to find your writing ripped up and thrown all over the floor.

-now-

"what happened?!" Enid cried

"I don't know! I came in here and found it like this" you sobbed, pausing to sniffle

"do you know who it was?" Enid asked

before you spoke, Wednesday stopped you

"Xavier. his ring is on the floor" she states, picking it up and examining it

"I know, I noticed that" you said wobbly

the pieces of paper had claw marks, traced with lead pencils

"not to mention this" wednesday said, lifting another piece of paper, showing the drawing of the butterfly from a week prior.

"I know, I just don't get why he would do this" you sniffled

"don't worry, his death with be painful and slow" she smirked

"what?" you choked on your tears

"nothing" her deadpan expression scared you

"it will be ok, I promise" Enid comforted, sitting down beside you and wrapping her arms around you

------

"Enid told me what happened, are you ok?" Ajax panted as he ran into your room

"No" you shook your head, more tears falling down you your face

"hey, hey, hey. it's ok, it's going to be ok. Xavier is fucking asshole you don't need him" he pressed, coming to your side and comforting you. he looked really mad

"just stay with us for a while" Enid cooed

"you don't need him" Wednesday said

-----

it had been an hour and they were still all there by your side. you had grown tired and started falling asleep on Enid shoulder

there was a rushed knock on the door.

"Y/n! let me in! I need to talk to you" Xavier yelled frantically through the door, all three of your friends looked at each other, angry looks on their faces. Ajax got up from his position to go to the door

"just hear me out!" Xavier yelled before the door flew open

"the only thing we want to hear is you leaving" Ajax said

"where's Y/n?" Xavier asked anxiously

"doesn't matter. she's not talking to you, now leave" Ajax demanded

"No, you don't understand-"

"-leave before I stone you, Xavier. don't make me repeat myself"

"I didn't-" Xavier had tears forming in his eyes

"there is evidence that it was you" Wednesday said, standing beside Ajax

"it wasn't me! I swear. believe me!" Xavier pleaded

"you're going to wake her up" Enid called

"I don't care, she needs to know it wasn't me"

"Xavier, leave" Ajax said through gritted teeth

"please" he begged, he began crying

"is that Xavier?" you whispered to Enid

"they're getting rid of him, don't worry" Enid smiled softly

"Y/n!" Xavier yelled out to you. looking over Wednesday's and Ajax's heads to see you

"let me see her!" he said to Ajax

"she doesn't want to see you" Wednesday replied bluntly

"you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her" Xavier cried

"Xavier, fucking leave right now" Ajax yelled at him

Xavier pushed past your two friends, entering your room, seeing your tear stained face as you sat on the floor

"baby, you know I would never do this to you" he said carefully

"there's evidence" Enid rolled her eyes

"what evidence, there's no way that I did this!" Xavier screamed before looking in your redshot eyes "you should know I would never do this, I love you"

"then why was your ring and drawing found on the floor" Wednesday questioned, holding the two in her hands

"No, I lost that ring 2 days ago! that drawing is in my notebook" Xavier cried

"show us then" Ajax shrugged simply

Xavier pulled out his notebook from his bag, flipping through the pages, he noticed it was missing

"what? is it not there?" Wednesday asked smugly

"No! no, it was in here! I don't rip my drawing out!" Xavier ran a hand through his hair

"or is that just a cover up?" Enid said

"you guys aren't even letting Y/n speak!" Xavier looked at you, breathing heavily as he started crying "what do you think, what do you want?"

"I want you to leave" You murmured. Xavier barely heard what you said, But Ajax heard clear as day as he stood behind him

"What?" Xavier said under his breath

"it's time for you to leave" Ajax glared at him, grabbing Xavier arm and pulling him to the door

"No! don't fucking touch me! you seriously think I did this, you're my bestfriend!?" he screamed

Enid stood up and stood in front of the tall boy "leave, none of us want you here, asshole" she spat, pushing his back. Xavier didn't exactly stumble back, but he moved his foot back at he shifted

"I'm not fucking leaving, I didn't do it!" Xavier shouted

"hey!" Ajax yelled in his face "leave before I fucking stone you"

"what the hell is wrong with you!" Xavier scoffed

Ajax punched Xavier in the face before shoving him out the door and slamming it in his face

"I think that hurt me more than it hurt him" He winced, shaking his hands.

"I'm sorry you felt the need to do that" you apologised softly

"I would do it again" he said, hugging you

-----

a week after the incident. Wednesday thought that something about it felt odd. So she investigated it further as she helped with the hyde situation.

soon after that she found the claw in Xavier's shed. so she knew that is was him.

But once the information that it was it was Tyler with the Help of Thornhill came to her attention. she felt stupid.

"so, you're saying it wasn't Xavier?" you asked, confused

"that's what I'm saying, yes. I did some further digging and found Xavier's missing ring underneath his bed while I still had the one found on your floor" she explained

"I don't know why we would even believe it was him. why would he leave one of his drawings on your floor? that's just stupid. he wouldn't just rip it out for you to know it was him who 'did' it. besides, he does love you" she finished

"Xavier's going to hate me!" you cried

"he doesn't. I saw him before I came here" she stated

"so should I go see him?" you questioned nervously

"I don't know why you're still here"

you started running to his dorm room to apologise

before you knocked on his door, it opened. revealing a nervous Xavier with a black eye

"I'm so sorry" you sighed

"I'm sorry that happened to you" he replied. you slowly wrapped your arms around his tall figure.

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[lokidoctorpugs-wenclair-brainrot]

Yoko: soooo what y'all wanna do

Enid and Divina: IDK

Wednesday: Enid

Enid: WILLA!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!

Wednesday: WHAT! She said what do you want to do, I want to do you so I responded accordingly

Yoko: Damn girl, you could have at least whispered it

Wednesday: why whisper when I have nothing to hide, in fact, I want to rub it in ajax's face that I slept with his girlfriend before he did, on a side note, Enid isn't interested in you, cause she's gay.

Divina: I need to introduce you to more of the internet.

Everyone: YOU DID WHAT!!!

Divina: oh yeah guess we never told you guys

Wednesday: when you and yoko have sleepovers mi lopa, I was pestered and annoyed enough times to be begrudgingly kidnapped to divinas dorm where with the manipulation she used, which was basically just saying imagine how happy Enid would be. She managed to get me to look through her social media and explore tech like Vr, Video game consoles, Mp3 and 4 players, more modern forms of guns more efficient ways to spread deadly neurotoxin, Along with modern torture devices, and even some cars.

Enid: and she did all of this by using me as a way to manipulate you into doing all that

Wednesday: Yes

Enid: Yeah...we probably need to work on how easily convinced you are to do things if I'm in anyway mentioned cause some day someone's going to 100% use that against you.

Divina: if it's any consolation Enid I was as surprised as you are now, way back when I realized how easy it was lol

Yoko: I'm gonna so get her into coding

Divina: yoko dear pls don't she'll probably just become a god with that type of power

Enid: She's already as hot as one.

Yoko & Divina: WHAT

Enid: WHAT! Who said that, WOW! would ya look at the time gottagonowbye!

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[priniya]

MEDDLE ABOUT !

all she was supposed to do was to stand in the front row, hyping up her cousin, not get the lead guitarist fall on his knees for her.

notes: rockstar!xavier thorpe x reader. reader is a cousin of enid. xavier, ajax, yoko, and enid are in a band called nevermore. highly inspirated by meddle about by chase atlantic mentions of alcohol, weed, implied sex. unedited.

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you remember the night, when you met xavier thorpe for the first time. it happened during at one of the concerts in your town, after your cousin got you a ticket in the front row. it’d be a lie, if you said that he hadn’t taken your breathe away the second you held eye contact.

he looked ethereal, hair dyed on a platinum blonde, shirt quite ripped, dark, cargo pants, and a smirk that hovered over his lips for most of the event. sweat glistening on his forehead as he focused himself on you, the expression on his face not changing a bit.

you were enchated, not only by his devilishly handsome appearance — that could be an accurate definition of what you like in men — but also for his engagement in the concert, for how angelic he looked pulling the strings of his guitar, not even looking at it, eyes not leaving yours. it was almost as if he was a magician, who didn’t have to concentrate on anything to ace whatever he was doing.

you expected your cousin’s band to be decent at max, after everything that you’d heard from your relatives, who weren’t really keen on the type of music the band performed. but you were genuinely interested, which could be influenced by the presence of the cute guitarist, but well, you didn’t even know him, and you wanted to go to their other concerts, so that wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

your cousin, enid, smiled at you from the drums, when their gig came to an end, and waved with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on her face. “y/n, you came!” she let out happily, throwing her arms around your neck, pulling you to bend a little so the hug would be more comfortable for each of you.

you matched her smile, hand flying to ruffle her hair playfully as you finally backed away. “dear lord, i would never let my favorite cousin down, would i?” a chuckle left your mouth. “shouldn’t you help your bandmates clean up, enid?” you asked, arms crossed at the chest.

“it’s finee, they won’t really mind.” she dragged out, the delighted expression not wiping off her face. “actually… wouldn’t you like to join us in partying? we haven’t partied in soo long.” the blonde girl begged you, gripping the fabric of your jacket, shaking it a little. “pleasee, y/n.”

“i’d never let down a party.” you laughed, the image of the platinum blonde boy still vivid in your imagination as you thought about partying with the nevermore band. “you know me too well, sinclair.”

the club you were supposed to be partying at was even bigger than the one you used to work at as a waitress in high school. the music was blasting so much that you barely heard your own thoughts, and you liked it. you were longing a good drink ever since you entered the venue of nevermore’s concert. a drink that would give you enough courage to make a move on the guitarist.

you were leaning your back on the bar’s counter, smoke filling your lungs as you tried to explain something to a girl you just met, placing the joint back in between her fingers, making xavier laugh in amusement at your antics. enid hasn’t warned them that you talk about your majors while being drunk.

the stranger seemed to notice xavier sooner that you did, vanishing quicker than he appeared in front of you, a cup filled with vodka mixed with something he couldn’t even remember in his hand, and the smirk.

“all the roads lead to rome, huh?” you smiled, watching him as he took the closest seat to you, his free arm finding a way to wrap itself around your shoulders, giving you the type of feeling you couldn’t recognize. “god, you looked spectacular, you know that?” he leaned closer, his ears somewhere above your ear as his fingertips traced shapes on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“me? oh, mister guitarist, you clearly haven’t looked into the mirror today.” your voice matched his flirty tone, pressing yourself against his chest with a smile he began to adore. “thought i’d drop dead on the floor the second you looked at me.” he laughed right into your ear, the sound of his laughter twirling around your mind.

“god, what would happen if i kissed you?” he asked teasingly, blocking you the way out by standing in front of you with a mischievous grin, not that you even thought about getting away from him.

“there’s only one way to find out.” you let out, your breath short as you felt his on your lips, before he pressed his body against yours, his knee in between your legs, hands wandering around your waist, kissing you harshly.

a pleased sigh fell from your parted lips, whipping your head slightly backwards, fingers tugging on the strands of thorpe’s hair. you’d lie if you said that his action hardly affected you — if it wasn’t for the pleasure you had in feeling his lips on yours, you’d claim that your legs gave up on keeping you still, not because of how well the kiss made you feel.

one of his hands slided down your thigh, squeezing it gently, earning a stuffed hum in return, and another pull on his hair, which xavier had to admit, drove him absolutely insane, in the best way possible. both of you felt like on cloud nine, letting yourselves lose everything at the feeling of your lips brushing against each other.

not too soon after he kissed you, you were interrupted by his bandmate, a boyfriend of your cousin, and the lead singer of nevermore, who tried to order something for enid, and yoko. “i get the tension between you, but find a room of something, could ya?” he rolled his eyes, witnessing how reluctantly you pulled away at his words.

however, xavier took his advance to the heart, pulling you to the exist of the building to the taxi waiting for you outside. as no more than ten minutes passed by, you found yourself at the entrance of one of more expensive hotels in your town, thorpe guiding you to an elevator.

the apartament he had rented was amazing, nonetheless you hadn’t had much time to give it a second thought as the boy decided on continuing what was interrupted at the club, lifting you swiftly to help you get on a kitchen counter. everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t stop the burning feeling in your abdomen, your clothes finding their own place on the tiles.

the next morning you woke up to an empty place in the bed next to you, the sheets still warm, when you brought your feet to the cold wooden flooring. memories from the previous night got even more vivid in your mind, when you put on your underwear on the way to kitchen, catching the shirtless boy sipping on a cup of coffee.

his back was scratched, and covered in hickies you couldn’t be more proud of. a thought slipped through your mind that there was a higher chance, he would remember you now. half of his hair pinned in a bun, the rest were falling down his shoulders. “will you quit staring at me and come here?” he mumbles, looking at you from above the cup, biting back a smile.

“don’t know if that’s possible.” you said jokingly, the shirt he was wearing last night was now loosely hanging on your body as he handed you another cup of coffee. you could hear him match your quiet laughs, the tingling feeling popping up in your stomach.

you’ve truly expected a different type of morning, either seeing his silhouette laying down next to you with his tattooed arms wrapped around your body, or no sight of him in the apartment at all, like if he vanished when you fell asleep. but here you were, shoulders linked with his as you held a small chitchat about anything, his shirt on your body, while the location of a dress you had on last night was unknown to you.

“shit, i’ve gotta get going.” you sighed reluctantly, catching a glimpse of the clock prior. “i had a great time last night.” you let out in undertone, seeing how the boy managed to get closer to you, hands on each side of your body. “xavier.” you chuckled, his touch tickles you.

“what? who said you have to go?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, words twirling in your brain like the most beautiful song. “oh, y/n.”

“hmm, my cousin.” you replied, head whipped slightly to the back as he gave you another unregular line of hickies on your neck. “she’s going to kill me with her long ass nails if i’m late.” you found the strength to push him away. you were met with the same smirk you had yesterday, and a shake of a head.

“jeez, just put your number in my phone, alright? can’t lose a gem like you.” he handed you his phone as you swiftly typed your number, before leaving him with a brief kiss. “hope to see ya later.”

“sure, rockstar.”

after you left the building, you and xavier haven’t met a single time, since your boss decided to dump a shitload of work to do. you felt frustrated, having less than an ounce of concentration in yourself, not mentioning the lack of memory to text him back, which lead him insane, really.

an emerald apron was wrapped around your body as you wiped another stain off one of the tables in the coffee shop you’ve worked at. sweat dripping down your forehead, sleeves of your white button-up rolled to an elbow-level, you were so worked up that you almost missed the sound of the doorbell.

“sorry, but it’s already closed.” you mumbled, not sparing the newcomer a glance.

“good thing i haven’t come here for a coffee, then?” god, his laughter filled your eardrums, recognizing the voice almost immediately. “you didn’t reply to any of my texts.” he added, earning a chuckle in response.

“mr. rockstar misses a girl he fucked once?” you rised your eyebrows up, and smiled with arms crossed at the chest. “well, i don’t think it happened once.” the infamous smirk found its way to his lips.

it didn’t take him long to crash his lips into yours, but the sloppy kiss didn’t last as long as you wanted, he pulled away few seconds later. his eyes looking so intensely into yours almost startling you, lips parted as he spoke.

“i fucking love you.” xavier let out, hands cupping your hips, closing the gap between your bodies. “i’ve never felt it before, you’re on my mind 24/7, and i’m going insane, when i don’t think about you. you drove me crazy by leaving me on read. what do you want me to do? leave the band, and get a job with you here? sure i can do that. i paint, i can paint anything you’d like me to. do you hear me? i’ll do anything you want me to, just let me be your fucking… uh, boyfriend.” his words escaped from between his lips in one breath, causing you to grin.

leaning your palms on the table beside you, you kept thorpe in suspense. “you’re willing to leave the nevermore for me?” you mumbled, trying to bit back the wide grin on your lips. “don’t do that, though.” you added, fixing his denim jacket.

“i feared you’d tell me to do so.” a nervous chuckle fell down his throat, his eyes following the every move of your hands. “but you didn’t answer the last-” he stopped in his tracks, looked you dead in the eyes.

“listen, ajax would probably say i’m crazy, because we only met each other just another day, but girl, you’ve got me down on my knees, and it’s getting harder to breathe out, knowing that you’re not mine yet.”

“you know, enid would probably say i’m crazy, but i feel the same way about you, mr. rockstar. and i’d love to be your girlfriend.” the confession left your mouth as you kissed him. “but i gotta clean the shit up, before my boss fire me.”

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[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hey on your requests open Paige, all of those girls. Can do do an imagine where lets say you flinch during an argument with them or they hit you at some point. I'm curious how the characters would react to what they've done or if they react at all.

Only if your comfortable of course if fantasy violence makes you uncomfortable please ignore this request thank you!

Wednesday Addams

You were concerned about her safety when it came to investigating the hyde. There were already a couple close calls and it gave you anxiety. Enid was staying with Yoko so you had taken the chance to try and talk to Wednesday and see if she could be a little less reckless in her investigation.

No such luck.

The conversation turned into an argument. You were both pacing around each other. Wednesday whirls around to yell at you, eyes with murderous intent. You flinched. Hard.

The sudden movement made it seem like she was going to strike you despite not having moved her arms at all. The piercing glare shot through you the second you witnessed it. Your arms went up to protect your face and you immediately dropped into a ball.

A pause.

A breath.

You feel hands around your wrists trying to pull your arms away from your face. Your struggle before hearing soft shushes that calm you. You look and see Wednesday's apologetic face.

"I will kill whoever made you feel you need to hide from a loved one."

-----+++++-----

Quinn Fabray

"Quinn, you need to get your shit together!"

You had been following Quinn down the school hall. You thought she was back to her usual self after her skank phase, but that wasn't true. Now she seems to be going further off the deep end.

"Quinn, stop ignoring me. You know this is wrong and running away isn't going to st-"

A slap interrupts you. One that echoes down the empty hall. The blonde had whirled around and struck your face out of sheer annoyance. Why couldn't anyone understand that she had to do these things to get her life back to the way it was. Back to when it was worth something to be her.

"Right..." You manage to get out. Your face stung, but your heart broke. "Fine. I guess you're gonna have to do what you need to, huh?"

Your eyes water but you refuse to let the tears fall. The image of Quinn begins to blur before you. Was holding onto her still worth it? She hadn't even said a word to you. Guess you weren't worth it for her.

"Get back to me when you wise up." You turn around and start to walk away. "Or not."

You miss the tears falling from hazel eyes.

-----+++++-----

Jade West

It was normal to hear an argument involving one Jade West. But an argument with you left others baffled. Jade was being stubborn and it caused her foul mood to bleed out into the rest of her life. For today, the argument was meaningless. For some innocuous reason that looking back, you couldn't even remember.

You knew the mood that Jade must've been in when she suddenly branishes her scissors and whips them around, accidentally cutting your cheek. The sharp pain startles you and the blood trailing down your cheek catches Jade's attention.

"Y-you just..." You couldn't believe it. You were the only person she never threatened with her scissors. Even when she had them out, the point was always away from you. The only thought in your head was to get away. So you ran without a backwards glance.

Later on, you're in your room. The cut was cleaned and bandaged. Excuses were fabricated so your mother wouldn't worry. Your mood wasn't all that great though. The thought of possibly losing Jade and her relationship devastated you. But if she hated you enough to actually cut you, maybe it was time to part ways.

A knock drew your attention and it wasn't from your door. You look out your window and see a frazzled Jade there. Another insistent knock forces you out of your bed as you open the window.

"Jade? What are you doing here?"

Almost immediately, her hands are on your cheeks and she pulls you into a kiss. Gentle murmurs of apology spill out each time her lips leave you. When she sees the banged cut, she lays her lips on it, almost feather-light.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an automatic response and you were closer than I thought and I was so surprised that I didn't say anything then a-"

You stop her with another kiss.

"You wanna stay and watch a movie?"

-----+++++-----

Hermione Granger

There's a groan that fills the common room as Hermione makes her way in, followed by Ron and Harry chattering away. You had been lounging on the couch with a book hand. Now your attention was with the trio walking in.

"So how does that work? You just kick one ball into one goal? And you run? No brooms? That's bloody boring." You pipe up to interrupt Ron's ranting.

"I mean, it's entertaining when you don't have magic."

"Psssh. Everything is better with magic. I dunno how muggles do it." Hermione responds this time.

"Ingenuity and creativity. Magic isn't the solution to everything."

"Oh yeah? I doubt it."

You had been sneaking up behind Ron. Once he said those words, you had him in a headlock. When he tried to reach for his wand, Harry knocked it aside. His protests and your laughter filled the common room.

"Whatcha gonna do now, Weasley?" You taunt. When you look up, you see Hermione rolling up a piece of parchment.

"It's about time you stop bad mouthing Muggle things, Ron."

She winds up and goes for a swing. Right at that moment, Ron jerks his head out of your grasp and you end up with a hard thwack against your face. As Ron and Harry are laughing, Hermione is by your side, apologizing. She fills your cheek with so many kisses that you had to push her away with a giggle.

"I'm fine, love. You hit like a damn cricket player though. Ooof."

-----+++++-----

Tifa Lockhart

Usually working at Seventh Heaven was a quiet affair. Just a bunch of hard workers coming in for an after work drink and a warm meal. It was never a hard thing for Tifa to handle, especially with you around to help.

However, today seemed to be a day for a whole gang to come into the bar and take up almost half of the bar floor. They were a rowdy bunch, constantly yelling and throwing things. More than a few glasses were broken and Tifa lamented the cost to replace them. At some point, someone slapped her ass and you saw red.

You vault over the bar and take hold of your fighting sticks. The first strike, however, was with your foot. Before anyone knew it, a full on brawl was happening. Somehow Biggs and Wedge got caught up in it. Jessie was egging everyone on. You and Tifa were back to back in the eye of the storm.

"Did you really have to start all this? You know the repairs are gonna be a lot."

"I know. But they disrespected you. I can't stand by and let that happen."

When a couple guys rush you, you whip them with your sticks, rapid fire strikes creating welts on their skin. You had your usual strategy of hitting and running, letting your stamina outdo your opponent's. One guy did manage to catch you though and hold you up. It didn't take long to get out of his grip, but the resulting fumble caused Tifa's ongoing kick to slam right into your side, sending you flying out of the bar.

You barely register the fact that Cloud and Barrett entered the bar to finish things as you slam against the ground. As the crowd disperses, you sit up with a groan. Before you could fall back again, a warm body is pressed against you, cradling you gently.

"Sorry... I usually am able to pull my strikes," Tifa apologies. You just shrug.

"To be fair, I deserve it for starting the fight."

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[ljblueteak]

Richard Hamilton Swingeing London 67 poster and Beatles 68 poster

Text from Andrew Wilson's Swingeing London 67

The [Beatles] poster, described by Hamilton as a 'give-away' print, was the result of a fairly complex design process that took about two weeks to complete, with daily visits from Paul McCartney, the one Beatle who worked directly with Hamilton on the project and who had prior knowledge, through[Robert] Fraser, of Hamilton's work--he had earlier bought one of the Solomon R. Guggenheim (1965) screenprints from the 1966 exhibition of the series that he had helped hang.

This relationship gave Hamilton the freedom to develop his idea for the poster and the whole design project without interference from the other band members, Yoko Ono, or the record company.

The poster shows George Harrison, John Lennon, McCartney and Ringo Starr as distinct individuals. This is in sharp contrast to the individual John Kelly portraits, in which the similarities of pose, gaze, and lighting, conforming to the aesthetics of of a record company's publicity department, portray them as members of a band.

The seemingly casual pinboard aesthetic by which these informal photographs were arranged was determined primarily as a solution to crucial design issues (echoing his decision to order the collage for Swingeing London 67--poster as newspaper columns, with headline at top left).

The sheet had to be folded three times in order to be inserted into the square album sleeve, and this obliged Hamilton to approach it as 'a series of subsidiary compositions. The top right and left-hand square are front and back of the folder and and had to independently stand as well as be a double spread together. The bottom four squares can be read independently and as a group of four. They all mate together when opened up and used as wall decoration.'

The top left-hand panel is what is seen first, and it presents the songwriting duo of Lennon and McCartney. Lennon is shown in blue light, singing. The image has probably been taken from a television screen, and the attendant distortion and blue glow are unflattering.

The image of Lennon overlays the bottom right corner of an equally unusual portrait of McCartney in a bathtub, his head half submerged, soapy suds giving him a halo. Running beneath the two portraits is a fabricated contact strip that includes an image of Lennon in front of one of his wall drawings; the band in a recording session...in which they are, unusually, playing brass instruments; and a colour image from the recording of 'Hey Jude' (1968).

This sense of fragmentation, of hidden codes and messages, echoes both the 'guarded privacy and locked rooms' and the 'disturbing, dreamlike darkness' that have been identified in the album, inviting the fan to imagine the band members' private worlds, and hinting at the beginning of the band's disintegration.

The dominant image of the poster's top right panel, opposite Lennon and McCartney, is of George Harrison. This portrait casts him in a mystical, otherworldly and contemplative light, with the right side of his face obscured and out of focus....

There are very few collective photographs of the band: playing in recording sessions or in filmed concerts; with Harold Wilson after they had each received the MBE; and a sequence of them doing the 'business' as they re-sign their contract with EMI.

Instead, the poster emphasizes the individual activities of John, Paul, George and Ringo around the time of the collage. Starr is shown with his co-star from the film Candy (1968), Ewa Aulin, and also dancing with Liz Taylor (wife of his other co-star in the film, Richard Burton). Lennon is shown becoming the working-class hero. Yoko Ono appears just twice: in a self-portrait by Lennon of the naked couple, and in an image of a naked Lennon sitting cross-legged in bed talking on the phone, as its stretched cord cuts her out-of-focus head in two--cancelling her identity.

Of the band, it is McCartney who emerges as the poster's dominant figure. Hamilton has said how The Beatles contains 'arcane touches which only The Beatles' more intimate associates were likely to smile at,' and yet such details--such as the doubled image of a shut door or McCartney 'pole dancing' both naked and clothed--are not at the cost of the poster's legibility. At its centre is the reverse of a photograph, a gift to one of the band, bearing a lipstick imprint and a groupie's imploring words: 'I love you.'

In all this, Hamilton's fundamental aim for The Beatles was that it should reach a large audience and be as accessible as the cover design was remote. This was not a new subject for Hamilton. My Marilyn had already adopted, three years earlier, the motif of the publicity photograph and the manipulation of celebrity image as a subject. What is different here is Hamilton's direct participation in popular culture: The Beatles, like Swingeing London 67--poster, shows him not only constructing work with a subject that revolves around the manipulation and production of pop celebrity imagery, but also inserting these works into the mass circulation of popular culture.

--Andrew Wilson. Bold mine.

#the beatles #richard hamilton #robert fraser #Really interesting read of The White Album poster #'arcane touches which only the Beatles' more intimate associates were likely to smile at'? #The phone cord 'cancelling [Yoko's] identity? #Really great to have this context for Hamilton's work too

[pinkcannibal]

Are you comfortable writing a breeding/heat kink fic, by chance? Maybe a fem!student reader is some type of supernatural creature that experiences heat cycles that's triggered by the touch of a viable mate which happens to be Marilyn Thornhill who she has a massive crush on. Perhaps the reader gets permission to opt out of her classes because of her heat but feeling restless one night, reader goes out to Professor Thornhill's classroom when she thinks Marilyn won't be there to just soak in her mate's scent and presence but Marilyn walks in because she's feeling restless with worry for reader who has been exempt from classes because of some mysterious "illness" that no one will tell her what it is and the reader wouldn't answer the dorm room door when she went to check on her and she's just so worried but she sees the panicked reader just standing there in her classroom and she runs straight to her. And smut occurs.

If you're not comfortable writing this, it's totally ok! Just love your soft mommy!dom Marilyn Thornhill x desperate needy reader fics!

a/n ill be real with you this is my magnum opus. this is my first time writing heat cycles or anything alluding to breeding kink so be pls be kind im learning skdksd but its helping me flex my writing muscles. thanks for the request! hope you like! feedback means the world to me btw <3

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title: soul-bound

pairings: marilyn thornhill x reader, (werewolf!femreader)

tw/warnings: heavy smut, heat cycles, soulmate dynamic, fingering, face riding, marking, slight breeding kink, praise kink, slight use of 'puppy' as a petname, slight strap idolisation, soft!dom marilyn thornhill, bottom!reader

word count: 5,180

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Your heat cycle comes two weeks earlier than planned, and it throws you out of equilibrium almost immediately, so jarring and intense that when you wake up and turn in bed, shifting beneath the sheets; you gasp at the realisation. 

God, and you should be used to it by now, this comes with the territory of who you are. Werewolf heat cycles are so common at Nevermore there’s an entire sex-ed class about it, but jesus fuck does yours like to be irregular about it- and you can already tell it’s going to be intense.  

You sit up in bed, face flush at how your heart rate picks up and your stomach warms and your thighs press together – how when you breathe in everything is so fucking heightened its overwhelming.  

You can smell the trees outside, Yoko’s perfume on her clothes, the shower drain, the cool Summer air, the wooden floors of your dorm, the- 

Oh God. Fuck. Is that...? 

You're helpless to the whimper that comes out of you. 

You totally forgot Miss Thornhill visited you yesterday, gifting you another one of her plants with that knee weakening smile and adorable scrunch of her nose. An iris this time, purple and freshly tended to. You have to clamp your palm over your mouth and nose, because Marilyn’s scent is everywhere around it.  

It has you shutting your eyes, a whine begging to cry from your lips and it’s making you needy in a way you’ve never felt before, just her smell enough for you to feel that familiar submissive haze blanket your brain.  

Your eyes water, because there’s a particular type of cruel torture in having a mate you can never touch, or taste, or please. You need Marilyn’s approval, her hands, her voice; to fill every part of you until you feel whole again. And having that just out of reach? It makes you feel...fuck it makes you feel incomplete.  

You suddenly remember that time Enid confided in you about Wednesday, how being so close yet so far away from someone hurts. 

“It sucks knowing you’ll be a lone wolf forever. Trust me, I know.” 

You don’t realise how fast your breathing is, close to a pathetic type of pant, until your alarm goes off and you startle.  

You’re suddenly thankful Yoko has left already, you can’t imagine how awkward it would be to have a vampire witness this. How desperate you are, how just at the thought of Miss Thornhill has pheromones bleeding from you, something not even the strongest wolf could ignore.  

Jesus, you may as well have a neon sign pointed to your heart saying I need my mate to breed me so bad it’s pathetic. 

You decide right then and there, going to Marilyn’s class would be a death wish, you’d probably drop to your knees as soon as you saw her with your mouth open, begging for her fingers with wide doe eyes as you squirmed. And she’d look at you, she’d be so tender when she makes love to you and fucks you and tells you “You’re so pretty, sweet girl. Such a pretty pup for me, aren’t you?” 

Oh, god.  

The thought has slick rushing to your centre, and you blush so hard at the idea that you have to physically stop yourself from shaking. You whine, immediately grabbing your phone and opening your school emails. You submit a form to Principle Weems, explaining your situation as quickly as possible because your hands are sweating and shaking.  

As always, she’s incredibly understanding, receiving these kinds of forms every so often. You’re exempt from classes for the week duration of the cycle, and just knowing you still have five days of this is fucking torture.  

You know you can’t have the full satisfaction of Marilyn looking after you, breeding you (that thought makes you even wetter as you throb) but it’s worse to know you can’t even nest and ride out the wave of it in your mate's scent. You have nothing of Miss Thornhill’s besides the flower, and sometimes thoughts like these make you flush with shame. 

She doesn’t even know you feel this way, or that she is this to you. And fuck, would she even want you? Accept you? You can’t think of anything worse as a werewolf than the rejection from a mate, what do you do if presented with that? Who are you without them?  

Because sometimes you swear Miss Thornhill recognises the compatibility, you swear her head tilts and she breathes you subtly in when you smile at her and tuck your hair behind your ear. How she softens when you’re near, how sometimes when she passes by your desk and leans down to you, her hand finds your lower back protectively, like in her own way she was telling everyone in your life you’re hers. 

One time, you bumped into her at Jericho and she fixed her glasses and when she noticed it was you, she beamed, and you honest to god swooned at how happy she was to see you. And Marilyn’s hand squeezed your bicep in greeting, a little too intensely to be normal, and your eyes glazed over in utter devotion. 

The thoughts make you feel small, like you could cry, so you curl back under your covers and try and hang onto the lingering trace of her on the iris, squeezing your eyes shut with need. 

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It becomes downright unbearable on day three.  

Three days is all you could hack, it’s almost as if you’ve come down with a fever; you’re hot and feverish and panting, almost fucking bed ridden because of how bad it is. Having a mate who hasn’t claimed you is maddening, and you’re realising very quickly you don’t know how you’re going to survive more of this.  

Yoko couldn’t stay for long, opting to room with Divina for the week. You toss and turn and groan into the sheets, slamming your fists down against your mattress and feeling tears burn the back of your eyelids because you dreamt Marilyn kissed you, bit down on the space between your neck and shoulder and covered you in her scent.  

You can’t take it anymore.  

You get up, tossing on a sleep shirt and shorts hastily over your bralette and underwear. You blush, knowing this is pathetic and sad but maybe, just maybe, if you walk into her classroom it’ll help. Because the iris doesn’t do it anymore and you need something stronger, the submissive part of your werewolf brain is constantly just howling in need now.  

It’s almost midnight, and you hope with all of your heart her room is unlocked. 

When you make it to the conservatory, you try the handle and sigh in relief at it opening. You don’t have long to dwell on how pathetic you feel, because- 

The wave of calm that hits you takes your breath away. You stumble a little, catching yourself on a nearby desk and closing your eyes on a groan; you breathe in deep, the scent of Miss Thornhill overwhelms you, has your knees weak and heart beating from your chest. Fluttering your eyes open, you walk further in, to her desk and you bite your lip because her green coat is just there on her chair. 

You swallow thickly at how it all immediately has your chest yearning for her, when you reach out and grab the fabric you allow yourself a moment to feel guilty, and embarrassed, blushing the whole way down to your neck.  

Then you bring it up to your nose and inhale and- 

You whine, high pitched and like siren call.  

You shut your eyes immediately at everything of her flooding your senses. She smells earthy, like her plants and rain, but there is something underneath it that is so sweet; so distinct to the smell of a bonded mate. Marilyn’s is like liquorice, black liquorice, it’s heady and warm and makes you want to be good. The slick that gathers between your thighs is immediate, has you flushing with need and shifting on the spot.  

The switch is instant, and you realise fuck, oh god, maybe coming here wasn’t as smart as you thought.  

You drop into subspace like an anvil, scrunching up her coat in your fingers and closer against your nose and you collapse against her desk, leaning back against it. You’re shivering, you know, because your wolf is begging to be claimed, to be bred, to be looked after and held and marked by your mate. 

You don’t get a moment to calm it down before the conservatory doors open again.  

You startle, looking up, you lower the coat from your mouth and nose and have two seconds to register just who walked in.  

Marilyn shuts the door behind her, and you blush red across your cheeks caught like a deer in headlights when she turns.  

You have to hold yourself up on her desk with your free hand because now that she’s here you can’t- oh god you can’t breathe. And your body feels like it’s going to melt into the floor.  

The other woman jumps a little too, not expecting anyone as she places her hand to her chest and breathes out, shutting her eyes briefly.  

“God, you startled me, sweetie.” Marilyn chuckles slightly, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. It’s awfully late, why are you-” 

But Miss Thornhill’s gaze immediately shifts to concern, because your eyes are watering at her just being near you. The other woman mistakes your flushed cheeks and shaking body for fear, and it’s almost instant how she parts her lips in worry and rushes to you.  

You gasp, widening your eyes and pressing closer to the desk. You bite your lip to stop the desperate whimper wanting to escape. She takes your biceps in her hands, squeezes softly, and Marilyn ducks her head slightly and her hazel eyes are saying talk to me, please, and you are powerless to whatever she wants from you in this state.  

“Oh, dear. Honey.” She begins carefully, and you swoon at how protective she sounds. Marilyn reaches up and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and it opens the floodgates, you swallow thickly and choke as you try and speak.  

She’s so close. Any closer and you’re going to fall to your knees. Marilyn then briefly fixes her glasses in a rare display of bashfulness. “I just, well. I got so worried when you didn’t show up for class. It’s very uncharacteristic of you. Are you...are you okay?” 

“I-” You part your lips to answer, voice cracking on your desperation. Marilyn notices your reaction, softening.  

“I just, I’m s-sorry, I came here looking for you because, I...” You flounder for an excuse, and it’s then Miss Thornhill notices her coat clutched against your stomach.  

You flush, following her gaze as she parts her lips in surprise.  

Miss Thornhill softens, laughing lightly as she fixes her glasses. “You came here to steal my jacket?”  

Marilyn teases, and it breaks the tension a little but all it does is make you feel mortified, so you duck your head and stutter, trying not to whimper as you shove her coat into her hands and move to leave.  

Miss Thornhill blinks in surprise to you at the action, you’ve never dismissed her so easily, and she frowns instantly in concern as she places her jacket on her desk.  

“Please, just-” You don’t know what you’re trying to say, she’s just so close and you need her.  

“I'm okay. I promise. I need to go, I-” Your voice cracks, because your heat is flaring at her proximity and how her protective concern is making it worse. You turn to leave, but her warm hand is taking you by the bicep and halting you softly. 

You whimper, tugging as tears spring to your eyes in your desperation. “Marilyn, please I-” 

“Sweetheart,” She starts, shaking her head softly in confusion.

“What’s wrong? Tell me. Let me help.” Marilyn pleads softly, and you sink, deeper and deeper into where you yearn to be.  

“You’re shaking.” The other woman breathes out, eyes so caring as she then pulls you closer and back to her; then she tips over the line between you and you fall. 

Because she brings you into a hug, and you gasp so hard when her arms wrap around you and you feel her chest press up against yours; and your nose is shoved into her neck, red hair spilling all around you.

Her scent is overwhelming, and you don’t have any strength left in you, none at all as you breathe in deep, circle your arms around her too, and moan softly into her skin. 

Your senses pick up how her breath hitches, how blood rushes to her cheeks at the sound. She pulls back, and you feel your stomach flip at how her hazel eyes have darkened. Her lips part, like she was weighing what to say.  

“Honey,” Marilyn starts, and there’s this tone in her voice you can’t say no to. It has your eyes flickering to her lips, desperate and doe eyed. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

Yes, you think. Yes, I’ll do anything for you.  

Before you can think better of it, the words spring from your lips at her gentle, warning command.  

“M’in heat.” You slur, throat bobbing as you shyly look to her neck instead of her eyes because as much as your inner wolf wants to do what Marilyn says, you’re heating up in shame and embarrassment.  

Marilyn’s eyes narrow in confusion. “You’re in...?”  

Then, her expression eases into realisation. “Oh.” 

You shut your eyes briefly, reopening them and seeing her toss a questioning look to her coat on her desk. “But you were...with my...?”

You watch Miss Thornhill put the pieces together in her mind, how it slowly dawns on her and you almost start begging for her, because Marilyn softens into this sympathetic look, breathing out an “Oh, sweet girl.” that you swallow thickly at.  

Then her hand cups your cheek, and you deflate with need, nuzzle into her palm with a mewl. Your head goes foggy with arousal, your heat is flaring and flaring you’re drenched with slick at this point as you look up, and Marilyn’s eyes are so warm and dark and enraptured, for you.  

You have no idea how you got here, how this is real; but you aren’t questioning it, you aren’t running away from this, ever. 

“I’m sorry,” You say, voice cracking in places. “I know it shouldn’t be you but it is and I can’t-I couldn’t do anything about it.” You say.  

“I need you,” You whine out, desperate and a little pleading. “I need you and it hurts Mari, please. Please.” 

“God,” The other woman breathes out, and you can hear how fast her heart beat is, how her eyes dilate and how Marilyn’s scent changes all together. It’s so musky, sweet and alluring, you want to be covered in it.  

Her hand falls to your hips, thumbs riding up a little underneath your sleep shirt and you’re suddenly hyper aware how short your shorts are, because when she moves forwards you feel the material of her jumpsuit rub against your thighs, how the top buttons of her blouse are open baring warm, pale skin. You gasp softly as she traps you against her desk. 

“You’re in heat...for me?” She says, like she needed clarification, to know that if she kisses you how far it’ll go.  

And you almost buckle at how gravelly her voice has dipped. You nod, fingers white knuckling on the edge of her desk behind you.  

“You.” Is what you breathe out in confirmation, voice shaking. There’s no one else. You want to say. It’ll only ever be you.  

Miss Thornhill bites her bottom lip lightly, tilting her head, and your eyes zero in on the movement.  

“Do you need me to look after you, baby?” Marilyn asks, and fuck, it’s all degrading and soft and kind and you want her to always call you these names. You whine, almost breaking your neck with how fast you nod.  

“Yes, please. Please.” You beg, you’re way past caring how whiny you sound. Your brain is just flooded with breed me, I’m yours. Only yours. And you know she’s only human and that’s another cruel twist of fate for you, but you don’t care. It’ll be enough. She’s enough. 

As if reading your mind, Marilyn's fingers at your hips dip into the waistband of your shorts, playing with the hem as she sits patiently and waits for your consent. “What will help? Tell me how you need me, sweetie.” 

Your desperate eyes flick down to her lips.

“K-Kiss me,” You say, barely above a whisper, and before you can beg her and get on your knees just for her to touch you, Miss Thornhill softens, leaning close and taking your lips in hers.  

It’s fucking fireworks, something inside of you just, clicks into place. You immediately reach up, grabbing for a lifeline, fisting her red hair in your hands and she groans. Her tongue is inside your mouth before you can gasp, and she tastes exactly how she smells; that sweet earthy scent you gulp down.  

You deepen it, pulling her so close your hips knock and it's so hungry because you’re throbbing, you think you might die if she doesn’t fuck you right now.  

You buck, push your body closer, Marilyn’s breath is hitching and she’s making these soft noises that your werewolf preens at.  

You’re feverish and slick and you don’t even think when you grab for her hand at your hip, urging her beneath the waistband of your shorts with this desperate grunt, that turns into a mewl as Marilyn breaks the kiss and breathes against your lips.  

“Fuck,” You watch her throat bob, an unrestrained desire in her brown eyes with how you whine for her, force her inside you and- 

You buckle forwards, resting your forehead on her shoulder as you gasp, shut your eyes in pure euphoria as she enters you with two fingers, slipping so easily inside your slick that the sensation makes Marilyn gasp.  

You clutch to her shoulders, moaning into her neck, and the constant anxiety from your heat is melting away in your mates' arms, you feel so right and full and you need more, you know she can’t knot you but the thought is enough to make you sink on her fingers harder, making Miss Thornhill whimper. 

“J-Jesus, baby,” She moans, high pitched as she curls her fingers inside you, forearm straining with the effort.  

“You’re so wet. This is all for me?” She asks, in awe, like she couldn’t believe you’re real. 

When you look up, you nod, panting as you ride her. As the desk keeps squeaking with her thrusts. As you gulp down her scent mixing with yours and then you pick up on the thick, overwhelming scent of her arousal and your entire body shakes.  

You hold to her forearm, just to feel the muscles flexing with her effort, and it makes you soak her fingers even more when you feel the definition under your fingers from where her sleeves are rolled up.  

Then she’s gently urging you harder against the desk, enough that you hop up onto the edge so she can slot between your spread legs. The new angle has you gasping, eyes watering in arousal.  

“Mari,” You whine out, slurred and hazy. Marilyn is enamoured by you, not slowing down her thrusts as you near your peak; her thumb rubs deep and hard at your hardened clit, enough for you to see stars but you can’t come. You don’t have your dominant’s permission. You can’t until she marks you until she scents you in her own way.  

She kisses you again, making you chase her lips when she pulls back to speak.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” She moans. “What do you need? I’m here. Tell me.” Marilyn says, as desperate as you are for you to come.  

Her lips part, eyes suddenly vulnerable as she fucks you. “This...this is new for me too.” She admits, and you whimper lightly as you cup her cheek and buck against her fingers. “Is this enough? Do you need more, baby? Is that it?” 

You nod, hard and fast, it makes her soften as you gasp out. “M-More. Deeper too, please.” 

Then, Marilyn’s adding a third finger and your eyes roll to the back of your head.  

The guttural moan that leaves you shocks you, has Miss Thornhill whimpering against your ear. You fall forwards again, needing to rub to her neck and scent her skin. You slur into her neck that ‘More, s’good, feels, fuck-” and Marilyn’s heart beat is loud beneath her neck.  

You’re so close, you’re so close but you know you’re missing that one thing you need. Pulling back, doe eyed and needy, you shyly pant against her lips.  

“Mari. Mari. N-Need you to-” Your breath hitches, because Marilyn curls impossibly deeper and has you seeing white.  

“I need you to mark me.” You rush out, breathless and dripping down her fingers as you swallow thickly and wait for her reply.  

Marilyn opens her mouth in shock, eyes blinking back to you beneath her glasses. You whine, because she’s slowed down at your words and she’s blushing and you’re so, so in love with her.  

“Darling, but-” She shakes her head softly, sending you a tender, searching look. “I thought that was for- but I’m not your...” 

Mate. 

You bite your lip, shuffling closer and grinding against her fingers almost to make a point and Marilyn shuts her eyes on a tiny moan when you kiss her again, breathe against her mouth that- 

“You are.” You say, and the truth of that statement has this needy noise leave your lips. “You are and I-” You swallow, watch Marilyn’s hazel eyes shine back to you in both shock, love, and adoration.  

“I need you to mark me. Make me come. Make me yours.” You plead, and the other woman is kissing you again with a fever that you gasp at.  

Her soft, deep thrusts start again and her lips trail from your mouth to your neck and you bare it to her on instinct, tendon tight against the skin of your neck and you feel Marilyn softly, tenderly, kiss down the area to where she pulls the neckline of your shirt away, exposing your collarbone as she fucks you against her desk and you suddenly want to cry at the display.  

And then- 

Marilyn’s teeth sink into your skin, at the area where your shoulder meets your neck. Her canines bite down on the muscle and you moan so deep it turns into a sob. You clutch to her back, her claim so sudden and raw and overwhelming that your heart thuds, hard and fast in your chest for her. You don’t know if she knows how much this is for you, how sacred it is for a werewolf. 

You suddenly want even more of her, an impossible amount, you want her knot or her fingers in your mouth or her strap. 

“Oh, god-” You moan out, tears springing to your eyes at the pleasure and the pain and the feeling flooding you. You feel Miss Thornhill pull back in worry, stuttering in concern, like she hurt you.  

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. Was that-?” 

“No!” You rush out to say, desperate to have her teeth back where she was.  

“A-Again,” You shyly say, watching Marilyn’s eyes darken and her lips part in surprise. “Want it again, please, don’t stop. It’s so good. Feels-” 

Marilyn groans, thigh meeting the thrusts of her hands to fuck you harder and you rock faster against the sensation, choking on a high-pitched whimper. Her tone drops, head tilted as she takes the sight of you in, like she was devouring you.  

“Feels what, puppy?” She says innocently, and that word makes you sink, speechless as the subspace takes you over.  

“Oh,” Marilyn softens, degrading and gentle all the same. Her eyes glint back to you, gloating in this new found reaction. “You like it when I call you puppy, sweet girl?” She mocks. 

You start to sob, so close to coming it’s hurting. You nod, biting your lip and feeling her hit so deep it takes the breath from your lungs. Marilyn presses ever closer, kissing you and tasting your tongue and biting hard to your bottom lip. 

“Come for me, puppy.” She moans, breathless at the sight of you. “Come all over my fingers, now honey.” Marilyn demands. “Come for me like the good girl you are.” 

It crashes into you, gushing onto her fingers as your orgasm takes over. The slick dripping down your thighs and her fingers is thick and heady, you moan and mewl into her neck, feel your walls clench around her and your claiming bite burns and throbs. 

She tenderly helps you ride it out, hushing you sweetly as you pant into her neck and nuzzle into her sweat slicked skin. You clutch her so close, nose the area, bathing in her scent and smiling so wide at the feeling and fuck, before you realise it your throat rumbles on a purr.  

You’re purring. 

You blush, hoping she didn’t notice, and relax in relief when Marilyn simply kisses the side of your head, down to your cheek, and your lips and jawline. Her thrusts slow down, pulling out and making your breath hitch.  

“You okay?” She gently murmurs, making you pull back and soften.  

You nod, breathing out, lovestruck and dizzy as you smile shyly, huff on a laugh. “Y-Yeah. More than okay. Perfect.” 

Marilyn’s eyes warm, lips quirking up on this tender smile aimed at you and suddenly you want to make her feel good, that part of you made only for the other woman yearns for it. You shift on her desk at the instant need, and Marilyn takes that as a sign that you want her fingers taken out.  

She furrows her brows, softly apologises, slowly pulling out and you whimper at not feeling filled by her anymore. Then you glance down and see her fingers coated in your slick, your heat, and your throat croaks on a whine as you look to them needily.  

Marilyn tilts her head at your reaction, blushing when she realises what you want.  

“Fuck, you want my fingers, sweetie?” She asks, voice husky and dipped in arousal. You nod, not even thinking twice as you obediently open your mouth for her fingers coated in your cum, eyes looking up to her beneath your wet eyelashes.  

Your doe eyed look has the other woman’s heart beat pick up, and as Miss Thornhill rests two of her fingers at your bottom lip, pulling it down gently, her eyes are an inky blackness. Your tongue darts out to taste yourself, eyes closing on a groan as you lean forwards and take them fully in your mouth.  

You wrap your lips around her digits, sucking and moaning in ecstasy and it has you throbbing again when you open your eyes, see the effect of you deep throating Marilyn’s fingers has on her. She starts to pump softly, completely and utterly enraptured by you and when you choke lightly, eyes watering, it breaks something inside of you.  

You let go of her fingers with a moan and hop down from the desk, flipping your bodies as Marilyn gasps and blinks in surprise to you. She steadies herself on the edge of it, palms clenching the wood between her fingers. 

“Darling girl, what are y-” 

Then you sink to your knees and Marilyn parts her lips, breath hitching at the sight. You look up to her, leaning back on your haunches and biting your lip in need. You can’t even wait for permission, just immediately unbuckling her belt around the jumpsuit and reaching up to her hips.  

Marilyn moans softly at the sight, lets you unbutton it down, down, until she shrugs out of the top half and it’s pooling at her mid-thigh; and her chest is heaving against the restraints of her black bra.   The plane of her stomach rises and falls with her breaths, the soft skin of her lightly defined abs is so alluring, you want to lick and bite and suck at the swell of her ribcage.  

She shyly fixes her glasses and shifts on the spot, hand coming down to run through your hair softly and you suddenly want to make her feel as loved as you do.  

The smell of her arousal has you whimpering, has you just losing all sense of control as you press forwards, pulling down the waistband of her underwear that are soaked; tongue darting out to taste her as Marilyn gasps. The other woman chokes on this moan, fist tightening in your hair making you mewl into her as she rides your face.  

You suck her clit, moan when she startles at the sensation and bucks harder into you and your hands come to her thighs, holding her in place against your mouth and tongue.  

“Oh my god,” Miss Thornhill pants out, when you chance a look at her, eye lids fluttering open briefly, you see the defined angle of her jawline as she tilts her head back and her throat bobs. 

“Baby, you-” Her words break off into a needy whine, head tilting back down as she watches you go down on her. “There, right there, don’t stop. That’s it. Jesus, such a good girl.” 

The praise has you preening, a little dumbed down and blushing as you work your mouth harder against her. Here, you think of wanting her strap, and almost come at the thought of sucking the length and taking her like this – you wonder if she’d come at the sight of your lips wrapped around her cock. 

Marilyn tastes so good, you want to always be drenched in this, down to your chin and neck, like you are now.  

Then, her hand in your hair tugs, fisting, and she suddenly comes against your mouth with a breathless gasp, your name on her lips moaned over and over.  

You swallow her, moaning at the taste, and you pull back when she urges you to with her hand in your hair. You obediently sit back, still kneeling, looking up to your mate with starry eyes and her come on your lips and Marilyn’s chest rises and falls; like she realises just exactly what you both have started.  

Then she pulls you up to her, a little desperately, and kisses you; her warm tongue is in your mouth and both of your arousals mingle together in the kiss.  

It tastes like ambrosia, like honey, something you’ve been needing, searching for, your whole fucking life.  

-

#marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #wednesday netflix #laurel gates x reader #christina ricci #fanfic #reader fic #sorry i got carried away. or not sorry? depends on how you look at it!!!!

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 15

The beautiful mess that would’ve been The Beatles plus Yoko Ono plus Billy Preston plus Bob Dylan plus whoever else. Although I guess that is sort of what George went on to do. He really did just want a group of friends that cared more about each other than the product, and that’s what he created for himself. 

John: And the dream I had was you. The camera: zooms in on Paul’s wounded puppy eyes. John: *staring at Paul* d’you get my meaning? Imagine doing that to literally any other human being. I would not be that intimate with my best friend, my husband, my sister . . . anyone. Let alone my ex, (not literally, you all get what I mean) in front of my current SO and multiple cameras. This kind of thing really makes me wonder what kind of insane shit he must’ve said/done when they were alone, especially in happier times. 

George painted his own psychedelic guitar, and it looks gorg. Who painted Paul’s. Anyone know?

How can I Not assume “Stand By Me” is *meaningful* if, firstly, this is the second time you’ve sung it at each other during this project, and secondly, if you look at each other like This while singing it? Then again, when are they not uncomfortably intense when singing together?

“Oh, help me, Daddy. I don’t even know how this thing works.”  He says about the instrument he plays in the most successful band of all time. Paul can play whatever he needs to to get what he wants out of someone, and that includes dumb.

John’s little “Ookaay.” At Paul’s weird carrying-on about his insecurities with his bass playing. It just screams, “You’re delusional and I’m not getting into this right now.” Which is 1000% valid. Imagine being Paul McCartney and second-guessing your bass skills. Reminds me of that quote where John’s like, “He’s an egomaniac about everything else, but he’s coy about his bass playing. Which is stupid because he’s one of the most innovative bass players . . .”

John and Paul nail the harmony on “HoooooohOoOoOme.” And the LOOKs, you guys.

But also the nonverbal vocal communication! It’s one of my favorite parts about them, really. One of the things that reminds me of how special their relationship is. John makes a face. Paul goes, “brroop”. John replies with a beaming, “Yeah!” To which Paul adds another “brrrrip” as they simultaneously continue the song. It’s just unreal. Nobody does that. They are magical and they were right to think they had special telecommunicative powers. 

The lunch orders today are everything you need to know about the Beatles. John: Sparrow on toast. Paul: Boiled testicle. George: Uh, Mal? So, we’ll have whatever the vegetables are, and if they’ve got any cheese sauce for the cauliflower. Ringo: Mashed potato. That’s it. That’s them.

“Then there’s another one,” says Paul, doing a shit job of pretending he hasn’t rehearsed this to sound like some accidental discovery. “Don’t let me down. Oh, darling,” sung suddenly, and forcefully, directly at John, “I’ll never let you down.”

John, beaming like the star quarterback just told him he looked pretty, tucks his hair behind his ears and says, barely hovering in the safety of a joking tone, “Yeah, it’s like you and me are lovers.”

John has of course taken Paul’s game of gay chicken an arm’s reach farther than Paul’s comfortable with, at least in front of cameras, so he can only nod, and brush his own hair back. Stiff, expressionless. "Yeah."

(Of course, Peter Jackson cuts out what eventually evolves into John and Paul singing “we’re a couple of queers” and talking about wearing skirts for the performance) 

Am I the only one getting the vibe that John genuinely dislikes Teddy Boy? Not because he thinks it sucks or anything but because he doesn’t like the obvious similarities to his relationship with Julia? Personally, I love it. It was my anxiety song a few years back.

The original lyric to “fancy me chances” was Not “frock” I absolutely guarantee. 

Love Paul checking on Billy. Love that they're all, even with everything they've got going, making sure he's set up and taken care of.

Sorry not sorry that I’m so thirsty over literally every woman in this show, but. Hello, Pattie! She just walks in, ignores everyone else, kisses him Like That, whispers something, and gets out to go live her own life. Queen. Gorgeous. Obsessed.

George Martin praising his children for "working so well together." I love that he refused to produce them after the white album, not because they were being disrespectful to him or anything, but because they weren't getting along. And that, although he's not producing, technically, he can't stop himself coming in to make sure they're okay. He's such a good dad, literally.

John over here being emo af by himself, playing “I Feel Fine,” because he definitely does Not feel fine and he’s just as nostalgic as Paul, which is way too fucking nostalgic. Poor baby. 

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[vxmpjules]

,,Fuck you'' ,,Can i have this dance?" X.T

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Pronouns: Non rlly used

Warnings: None just Xavier being lowk mean

Preview: You and Xavier haven't always been so friendly with eachother but it's the Rave'N and you just got stood up by your date and he's been feeling something for you sometime now so he takes matters into his own hands.

I sat, lonely as ever at the Rave'N looking at everybody else dancing or chatting with their friends and dates. Unfortunately for me my date just stood me up like it was nothing, I looked as Yoko walked over to me.

,,Y/n, are you sure you don't want to come with us? I don't want you to be alone most of the night'' she commented, small glint of worry in her tone. ,,No, i want you all to have fun not to be worrying about me all the night, have fun I don't want this to be a pity party" you remarked with a sad smile shooing her away to have fun with the other's.

Now there was someone's eyes studying your every move, you had no idea of course your thoughts only being on how you got stood up by some normie. I mean you kinda expected it but you had some hope they would've showed up.

You stood up to get some more punch for like the 100th time this night. As you poured the punch in the cup the person who has been eyeing you the whole night approaches you behind.

,,Getting punch again? Aren't you tired of drinking it don't you have anything better to do?" He asked as you rolled your eyes ,,What does it concern you? Think I'm gonna die from drinking too much punch?" You remarked annoyed.

,,Just asking don't have to be so moody all the time, Jesus." He replied with an offended look ,,So what happened to your date?" He asks again. ,,You scared them off already?" He commented as he smirked stupidily ,,No they stood me up." You responded your mouth drawn in a thin line. ,,Makes sense, you're too much to deal with" he sheepishly said looking straight into your eyes as they widened.

,,Fuck you." You remarked angerly with your eyebrows furrowed ,,Can i have this dance?" He asked as the new song started playing and he put his arm out for you to take it. You looked at his smirking face and back at his hand again and again. You took his hand still with the same look on your face, if you're having a miserable night why not make it miserable for him too? He started leading you to the dance floor.

You could probably recognize it as a chase Atlantic song maybe uncomfortable? You both start dancing to the song as everyone has their eyes on you two especially Bianca, whispers where heard all around you either liking the duo or the opposite.

As the end of the song started coming closer you both begined getting closer and closer to eachother to the point where you both could hear your hot breathes hit eachothers faces. Xavier started leaning in closer to your fave, lips getting near eachothers. In this moment it just felt right, the music, the place everything. You pulled him by the collar of his shirt and emerged your lips to his, his hands cupping your cheeks on his hands massaging them lovingly and your hands moving to his neck. He smiled against you lips.

,,You can't even imagine how long I've waited for to do this.." he whispers into the kiss and you both slowly pull away. Your face with light blush and him smiling stupidly at you ,,You were really a bitch just to get a kiss out of me" you remarked moving your hands to cup his cheeks ,,And you still went along with it" he commented back as he got close again and kisses you softly as he pulls your waist to make you both closer to eachother. You smile gently in the kiss as you caress his cheek.

Thx to everyone that read this fic also sorry for not being active in writing I've been very VERY busy with school and since I got into volley I've been busy with that too 👽🫶🏻

#Spotify #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #x reader #wednesday series #percy white

[woodandwaxwings]

Behind Blue Eyes

"He couldn't help but look at him and search for those familiar blue eyes he had come to love only for them to be not there, for doe brown eyes to be in the place of his favorite watercolor blues."

Warnings: PTSD attack towards the end. loosely described though.

Y/n sighed as the bus he was taking stopped outside Jericho's bus stop. Now he had to commit to leaving Florida and the other peculiars he had grown up with, went to war with. Now he was in Vermont in a small town nobody but peculiars and outcasts would give more than half a shit about. Y/n smiled as 'you can tell she's a princess' from some Barbie movie he had never bothered to watch came from his phone, garnering odd looks as he picked up the phone. "Hey, Claire. I see you've finally learned how a phone works." Claire laughed on the other end, "Shut up! Are you there yet?" Y/n could almost imagine her twisting the honey-blonde curls she let grow out between her fingers. "I just got off the bus in Jericho. Do you know how far Vermont is from Florida? Really far." Y/n walked down the streets of Jericho, probably looking like he had just escaped an old film with his luggage bag he'd had since 1939 before being sent off to Miss Peregrine it was garnered in stickers Abe had sent with his letters to Emma. His outfit didn't help much despite Jake taking him shopping not long after arriving in Florida. With his flare jeans and corduroy jacket, he looked like someone had let one of the characters from That 70s Show loose in a mall. And his tattoos of course didn't help the strangers in small town Jericho from staring.

"How's school in Florida?" Y/n asked Claire as he entered a small coffee shop. After all the traveling, he was thirsty and tired and could go for some coffee. "Oh my bird, it's awesome! I've made so many friends..." He let Claire rant as he ordered a coffee from a long-haired brunette boy behind the counter. Y/n smiled and gave the boy a "thank you," as he handed him his coffee. He heard someone yell at Claire over the phone as he set down in a booth facing the entrance of the coffee shop. "Hey, Y/n, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, ok? Remember, don't be weird. Mwah," He smiled as he shut off his phone after she hung up and drank his coffee to regain the energy he had lost from the travel. "Where'd you come from?" Y/n looked up from his coffee to see another brunette boy with short hair. "Florida," Y/n spoke, her German accent pushing through his words making the boy laugh as he sat across from him uninvited. "Diese Schlampe,"(this bitch) Y/n murmured to himself. "Doesn't sound like it," The boy across from him said.

Y/n rolled his eye as he looked at the clock, "Ich habe keine Zeit dafür."(I don't have time for this) He said as he stood up and grabbed his bag, the boy across from him standing as well. "No seriously, where'd you come from." "Germany, then Wales, then Florida." He said as he pushed passed the boy in front of him, leaving the coffee shop and the annoying boy behind. He had only been there for about 30 minutes and he was already starting to hate this town, but a promise is a promise. He watched a different bus stop at the bus stop and several kids in uniforms exit. He knew he was supposed to get on that bus but as he looked for the driver's eyes, only for them to be concealed by dark sunglasses he decided right then it would be a better idea to walk to Nevermore. He'd take possible haunted woods over wights any day. He began to walk in the direction that the bus had come from, his fingers shaking as he had to turn his back to the man, mentally preparing himself to trigger his peculiarity hollows be damned.

"Well, look who decided to step out of the 40s." Y/n turned on his heels as he recognized the voice from behind him. "Yoko, hallo." She and the girl on her side walked up to him. "Was machst du in Jericho?" (What are you doing in Jericho) She asked him. Y/n vaguely remembered Yoko from his early years in the children's home before it became his loop. Her fathers were friends with Miss Peregrine. "Wieso bist du nicht tot?"(How are you not dead) She asked as she looked him over, noticing that he was 17 and not 13 or dirt. "The library is gone." He answered in English, noticing Yoko's companion's confusion. "It's real?" Y/n shrugged, "Was real." Yoko noticed his eyes darting back to the bus behind them. "Er ist ein Mensch." (he is human.) Yoko said and watched as his shoulders relaxed. "Benutzen Sie den Bus. (use the bus) It's faster than walking." Y/n nodded as he walked past them and got on the bus. "Another bus ride," Y/n thought to himself as he sat down and the bus began made its way back to Nevermore.

"Sorry for scarin' ya' kid." Y/n looked away from the window and to the bus driver. "You're not the first peculiar kid to try walkin' to Nevermore instead of getting on my bus." Y/n nodded, "Sorry for assuming." The bus driver shook his head as he stopped at the school, "Never apologize for being safe." Y/n nodded as he got off the bus, "Thanks for the ride." The bus driver nodded, "Just doin' my job." Y/n gave the man a smile as he walked through the front entrance of Nevermore. He sighed. If only Victor was here with him if only this was 20 years ago. "if only"s could go on forever, but here he was alone. "Hi," He looked down at the boy who spoke to him. "Hi," He looked the young boy up and down, he could only be about 14. "I'm Eugene Ottinger, peculiar. Principal Weems thought you would be more comfortable with one of us leading you around, and I was the only one available." Y/n nodded as he ranted he reminded him a lot of Millard. "I heard you came from a loop. Is that true? I've never been in a loop before. What can you do? I have a psychic connection to bees," Y/n followed behind him as the young boy guided him around the school. He suddenly stopped, "This is Weems's office. She'll get you enrolled and show you to your dorm." Y/n nodded as he knocked on the door, Eugene leaving him behind.

"You must be Y/n L/n." A tall blonde woman, who Y/n assumed was Principal Weems, said as she opened the door. "Come in," She pulled the door further open, letting him walk into her office. "Very rarely do we ever get peculiars here." Y/n nodded, "Most of us stick to loops instead of school." Weems nodded as she sat behind her desk. "School doesn't start for another 3 days so you should have plenty of time to get situated." She said as Y/n looked around her office. "Do I have to buy a uniform or are they provided?" Y/n asked as he finally sat down on the other side of her desk. "They are provided." Principal Weems set a paper down facing him, "You've already registered so no need for any mindless paperwork. I'll give you you uniform before showing you to your dorms and then your roommate can give you a tour of the school." Y/n nodded as Miss Weems stood and grabbed a purple box that was set off to the side. "Nevermore's welcome package," She said as she handed it to Y/n. "Shall I show you to your dorm room now?" She asked but it wasn't really a question as she opened the door to her office and gestured for him to exit.

"Nevermore prides itself on being a diverse learning environment for all of it's attendants." Weems began the welcome speech spiel. "You'll find that all of our outcasts intermingle well," Her words were said in a tone that screamed 'behave'. "And that is something our school would like to continue to pride itself on." Y/n nodded as she walked down the dormitory halls, "You'll be rooming with Ajax Petropolus." Weems said as she opened the door to one of the dorm rooms, "Who does not appear to be here," She mumbled under her breath as she let Y/n into the room. As Y/n set his suitcase and "welcome package" down on the bare twin bed on the right side of the dorm a boy rushed into the room. "Sorry," He said to both him and the principal as he fixed his beanie. "Hi, Ajax," He stuck his hand out for Y/n to shake and that's when he really got a look at him. Shit, he was screwed. The universe must hate him because he couldn't help but look at him and search for those familiar blue eyes he had come to love only for them to be not there, for doe brown eyes to be in the place of his favorite watercolor blues.

"Y/n," He finally said when he realized he was staring, hesitantly shaking his hand. "Cool," Ajax said, seemingly oblivious. "I'll leave you to get situated," Weems said as she left, shutting the door behind her. Y/n then stepped back and walked back to his side of the room, "What happened to your previous roommate?" He asked as he opened his luggage bag, placing the framed picture of him and Victor face down on his bedside table. "He graduated," Ajax said as he sat on his own bed. "So what's your deal?" Y/n paused in his unpacking, turning to face his roommate, "What?" Ajax shrugged, "Y'know, what's your thing? Are you a psychic? Werewolf?" Y/n nodded, "Oh. I'm peculiar." Ajax shrugged, "Well I wouldn't say peculiar, but you do dress a little weird." "Bist du dumm?" (Are you stupid?) Y/n asked as he shoved his clothes into the dresser drawer that also seemed to be a table. "Excuse me?" Ajax shook his head. "I'm peculiar, as in that's my thing." Ajax just gave him a confused stare. "Forget it. Aren't you supposed to give me a tour of the school or something?"

The gorgon shot up from his bed, "Right! Sorry, forgot." Y/n felt almost disoriented as he watched Ajax. Everything about him was exactly the same but so different to Victor, like the reflection in a distorted mirror came to life. "So this is one of four dormitory halls. There are two girls' dormitories and two boys' dormitories." Ajax begins as he exits the room, expecting Y/n to follow him and he does. "Nevermore was founded by Nathaniel Faulkner in 1791, the dormitories being added on in 1840 and were renovated in 1940." Y/n nodded as he followed Ajax down the stairs to the courtyard. "I'm not going to have to memorize any of this, am I?" Y/n watched as his brown eyes went wide like a deer in the headlights, "Huh? Oh, no. It's just a bunch of crap." Y/n looked around the courtyard to find it almost barren. "I figured there'd be more people here." Ajax looked over the courtyard as well, "Yeah, most people will be showing up tomorrow to get unpacked and stuff. Oh yeah, um, this is the courtyard. Mostly everyone eats their meals here." The two walked around the courtyard to an Edgar Allen Poe statue. "This is our statue in tribute to Edgar Allen Poe, I'm like 90% sure he was like an alumni."

"I don't give a shit about Edgar Allen Poe," Y/n said as he looked Ajax up and down. "Do we have to wear our uniforms all the time?" Ajax shrugged, "I mean most people tend to wear theirs while on campus." Y/n nodded. "So is that a no? yes?" The two stared at each other for a moment, and then a short blonde girl approached them. "Hey, Ajax!" She spoke excitedly. Both boys turn to face her as if being snapped out of a trance. "Oh hey, Enid. " Ajax looked between the two people in front of him. "Enid this is Y/n." HE pointed to Y/n and then pointed to Enid, "Y/n this is Enid. She's a werewolf." Y/n nodded and stuck his hand out for the girl to shake. Enid shakes his hand but doesn't let go of it. "Oh my gosh!" She turns his hand over so the back of his hand is facing upward. "I love your tattoo! Is it real?" Y/n could practically imagine a tail wagging behind her. "Yeah. A friend of mine chose it for me. She said to just use my peculiarity with it whenever I miss her."

Ajax furrows his brows as he leans to look at the thickly lined butterfly. "What can you do?" He and Enid asked almost in sync. Y/n smiled a cheeky smile as he placed his other hand over the top of the one Enid still had a tight grip on. "Wach auf."(Wake up) He whispered before removing his hand to reveal a live black and white butterfly sitting on his hand where the tattoo was. Enid giggled as the butterfly flew up to her nose, following Y/n's eyes as he mentally guided it. "Cool," Enid mumbled as it sat on her face. She jumped as Y/n swatted his hand out to grab the insect and the two watched as the tattoo faded back onto his hand. "Sweet. It's kinda like Xavier's powers." Y/n nodded despite not knowing who they were talking about. There then was a sudden boom that resembled a cannon being fired or a boulder falling. Y/n's heart picked up as he squeezed his eyes shut and slammed his hands so hard over his ears that they began to ring. Memories he wished he did a better job at pushing down came flooding to the surface as he grew lightheaded.

#ajax petropolus #ajax #ajax x reader #ajax petropolis x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolis #x male reader #male reader #x reader #mphfpc #male y/n #wednesday #wednesday series #victor bruntley x reader #victor bruntley #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

[lightfeltmemories]

Hey I liked your yandere! perv! shalnark a lot

Can I ask for something yandere and stalker or dark for kurama/yoko?

Only if you're up for it.

Thanks.

sorry it took a bit of time for me to get to this, an additional apology for how short it came out to be, made it to be where it's more of a drabble, reader is female.

tw: stalking (he watches you sleep), unhealthy obsession, hints of reader possibly having trauma.

just an ordinary human she was, going from home to work, work to home, she was nothing special of the sort, she just existed to live on this earth, passing by people she'll never see again, going to work to see the same faces, coming home to her two cats alone in a decent apartment.

but there was someone out there that found her interesting somehow.

he was not human, or was he? he was an enigma, a mysterious fellow, it seemed to her that he also existed on this planet just because.

their only interaction was when she was carrying groceries and one of her bags had ripped at the bottom, the food spilling out of the bag one by one, one popped out the package and another can of beans had dinted so hard it's juices spilled out, this mysterious "kurama" had offered to take her groceries home, and even get her a new can of beans.

both of their lives proved interesting to each other, she was an only child raised by a single mother in the poorer parts of town, and was only doing what she could to get by and make due.

she really was just an ordinary human.

but not to him.

it was probably because he didn't speak much to women, or, some type of recluse, but he felt something, hearing her talk, her mannerisms her style, the more he noticed things the harder he falls.

she seemed like the type to not let people get too close to her, she may have had some trauma in her life, leading her to respond in short, quick sentences, a blank expression almost as if she was mad or sad, prominent bags under her eyes, she was almost androgynous and from a distance you may confuse her for being male.

but none the less, she was beautiful, almost like an angel.

a fragile being she may have been, as if she could crack at any given moment, but he wanted to be there for her, to soothe her and ease her, to love her.

but she was nothing more than a stranger, missing his opportunity to grow closer with her.

he didn't even know why he liked her so much, he had never felt this way towards any other person, they were all just ordinary people to him, and vice versa, but she, for some reason, was a different cause..

the more she occupied his thoughts, the more he wanted to seek for her.

in the dead of night, she slept, the heavy blankets weighing her down as her eyes were closed, lost in a blissful dream unaware of the figure that stands by her window, it was a good, yet bad thing her curtains were half open, creating a slit in between the middle to see her perfectly.

and when his eyes land upon her, those reasons come crawling back, why he liked her so much.

why he wanted her.

imagining himself under the blankets with her, spooning her as his arm is wrapped around her body, breathing into the crook of her neck, embracing his warmth.

it gave him only a slither of confidence to talk to her when he see's her again, what's keeping him?

#yandere #yyh kurama x reader #kurama x reader #yu yu hakusho #yyh #yyh kurama #shuichi minamino

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can you do where Xavier was supposed to take you to the dance but forgot cause was helping Wednesday. And Wednesday tells him to go get ready for the dance but he realize and runs to the dance where Edin is covered in paint and they all ignore him and he finds you in the forest crying SOOOO IDK HELP 😭😭😭

why of course!

RUNNING LATE

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader Summary: ^^^ Sarnings: swearing, crying

Part 2

you were waiting by the fountain in the quad for Xavier to meet you for the dance.

he had asked you to the Raven the first day it was announced and you both seemed so excited for it for the days leading up to it.

but now that he seemed to be late, you started over thinking that maybe he wasn't so excited as you were after all.

so you stood there, checking your phone every minute or so, just waiting for him to show up, but he was with Wednesday, helping her with one of her plans again.

-

you sighed as you checked your phone, if he was coming he would've been here by now, but he wasn't, it had been 15 minutes and no excuse would make up for being that late.

Enid came out of the room, seeing you there with watery eyes

"c'mon darling, we can have fun without him" she insisted, grabbing your hand and pulling you in the the hall.

you wouldn't say you spent ages to look perfect for him, but you definitely tried to look good for the dance.

"that dress looks amazing by the way!" she smiled widely at you

"thank you, Enid. you look amazing too" you sighed sadly "hey, where's your date?"

"he stepped to take a call from his dad or something" she stated

you hummed and danced with her

"he'll show up sooner or later" Enid said simply.

--

Ajax found the both you dancing after a while

"hey guys" he waved "where are your dates?" he questioned

"mine's taking a phone call" Enid answered

"and where's Xavier?" he turned to you

you pulled out you phone and checked the time.

"he's a bit late" you shrugged. you didn't want to believe he didn't show up, you didn't want to say it out loud because you were already upset about it.

"the dance started 40 minutes ago" he raised an eyebrow

"I know. he'll be here though, he has to be. he promised" you gulped, knowing he won't show up

Ajax and Enid shared a look

-

Wednesday finished explaining her plan that she had on a board, Xavier had been listening to her for about 2 hours on how she could prove who the monster was.

"seriously Wednesday? don't you think that's a bit much?" Xavier leaned against the table with his arms crossed

"I actually think it's not enough" she replied bluntly

"look you can do this but just know I won't be apart of that" Xavier shook his head

"I didn't actually ask you to be apart any of this, you volunteered to do it even though you had a dance to go to" Wednesday said

it took a second for Xavier to process the dull girls words, but when he did his eyes widened and he yelled at himself

"FUCK!" he ran out of the room. picked up the pace as he sprinted to his room, finding the suit he laid out a few hours prior, he hurried to get the clothes on and hurried to the dance.

he panted as he ran in the room, seeing it empty with a red liquid everywhere.

he walked around the back to see Enid and Ajax covered in the red substance

"hey, what happened?" the tall boy questioned the pair as he looked them up and down. Enid rolled her eyes at him and pulled Ajax with her as she walked away from him.

Xavier felt horrible, the dance had ended and you were alone without a date, without him. he imagined your face as you realised he wasn't going to show up and he kicked the dumpster next to him.

"fucking idiot!" he yelled at himself.

he wondered where you would be, so he started looking, going to your dorm room, knocking on the door.

he waited as it opened, he was ready to give a massive apology to the girl but his shoulders slouched as he saw Yoko

"the dance was an hour ago, but it's nice of you to show up, asshole" she smiled sarcastically at Xavier before she slammed the door.

there was no evidence of you being in the room so he kept looking around the school frantically. wanting to see you.

he ran into the forest going in the direction of his shed

Xavier called out your name, screaming for you.

he sighed and ran his hands through his hair

"for fucks sake" he muttered to himself.

he turned around in a circle, looking to see any figure that seemed to be a human, or you.

but he didn't, so he went further

he was going to call out to you again but he heard a noise in the distance.

he walked closer, noticing if was you on a log, crying.

he took a deep breath, he knew he couldn't leave you there, crying and shaking in the cold. the thought of leave you here didn't even cross his mind, he only thought of what he would say

Xavier came up behind you

"hey" he greeted softly, your head whipped around to face him, you wiped your tears away as you stood up

he stepped closer to you but you stepped back

"nice of you to finally show up, asshole" you snapped

"I'm sorry, I got caught up-" he started before you cut him off

"-got caught up doing what? laughing knowing that you stood me up?" you cried

"no- I was with Wednesday" he stuttered

you laughed "oh that is so much better, it makes me feel amazing to know you blew me off to be with another girl!"

"look I'm sorry" he walk walking closer to you slowly

"Sorry isn't going to fucking cut it, Xavier! if you didn't want to go with me you shouldn't have asked me in the first place" you sobbed

"I know, I did want to go with you, I had my suit ready to go-"

"-so you just weren't bothered to go" you smiled with tears streaming down your face

"I wanted to go, I just got too distracted" he looked down nervously, noticing your dress, even if it was covered in red it looked beautiful

"you look beautiful" he admitted

"it looked better fully white" you hissed

"I wish I could have seen it" Xavier spoke quietly

"yeah well you didn't" you glared at him, sniffling

"I'm so sorry, I'll do anything to make it up to you" he pleaded

"just go away, we can talk later, that's if you even bother to show up" you scoffed

"I didn't mean to not show up"

"but you did! do you know how embarrassing it was waiting for you, with all those people with dates walk by. having to dance alone for half of the dance with people coming up to you asking 'hey, Where's Xavier?'" you shouted at him, tears streaming down your face

"well no-" he shook his head

"of course you don't, because it didn't happen to you did it! do you know how many times I said 'oh yeah, Xavier's just running a bit late' tonight?" you didn't let Xavier respond before you spoke again

"a lot of fucking times, Xavier! that wasn't how I planned my night going. not to mention this" you motioned to your body covered in the blood like substance

"please, I can make it up to you" Xavier begged

"I thought you actually liked me" you muttered with a hiccup

"I do! trust me, I really do" he replied

you huffed and rolled your eyes, wiping you noce with the sleeve of your thin cardigan

you wrapped your arms around your body, shivering from the cold.

"please" he stepped closer to you

"you stood me up for another girl- who has been here for barely two weeks, and you have the audacity to tell me you like me, I'll admit it, I'm dumb for thinking you wanted to go with me, but I'm not that dumb to believe that you like me" you scoffed

he noticed your shivering state and started taking off his perfectly white suit jacket

"here, take it" he held it out for you.

you looked down at it

"I don't need it" you said angrily

"you're shaking" he stated

"let me rephrase that-" you paused, licking your lips "-I don't want it"

he looked down at his feet again, taking a deep breath

"I can make it up to you, we could go to Weathervane and-"

"-you think coffee will make it better?" you questioned

"well no" he gulped, scratching the back of his neck

"of course it will! it's a date!" you smiled

"yeah, how about tomorrow?" he asked

you pretending to think for a minute before shaking your head

"sorry I'm hanging out with Ajax tomorrow" you pouted

"the whole day?" he furrowed his eyebrows

"probably not so we could go 3" you suggested

he licked his lips "great"

"yeah, and just so you know I might stay with him longer so I have an excuse for standing you up" your smiled, walking past him while rolling your eyes.

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it didn't specify a happy or bad ending, so i went with what my moody ass would've done.

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lust (2)𖤐 wednesday addams

𖤐 wednesday addams x vampire!reader (she/her - but imagine any pronouns you want) 𖤐 ANGST reader and wednesday being enemies, childish behavior istg it's getting annoying 𖤐

tension had been brewing between them for weeks. it all came to a head one day when they found themselves alone in the library of their prestigious school.

wednesday was perusing a book on the occult, while y/n was trying to study for a herbology exam. the silence was interrupted when wednesday scoffed and muttered under her breath, "you are hopeless."

y/n bristled at the comment and retorted, "at least i'm trying to learn something useful. what are you going to do with your knowledge of the occult? summon a demon like the one you are?"

wednesday shot her a withering glare. "better than being a mindless drone like you, blindly following the herd."

"that's rich coming from the girl who wears black every day and mopes around like one of my kind. i actually fit in, you are the weird one," y/n fired back.

wednesday stood up, her eyes blazing with anger. "i have a rich and complex inner life that you could never understand. you're just a shallow conformist who cares more about fitting in than anything else."

y/n felt her blood boil. "at least I have friends who actually like me, unlike you, who scares everyone away with your creepy demeanor."

wednesday's fists clenched at her sides. "i don't need friends. i have my family, who understand me better than anyone. i don’t need you, blood sucking hirudo."

"your family is weird and dysfunctional," y/n spat out. "no wonder you're so messed up."

wednesday took a step forward, her face inches away from y/n's. "you don't know anything about my family or me. you're just a pathetic little girl who doesn't know how to think for herself."

y/n's eyes narrowed. "at least i'm not afraid of failure."

wednesday's eyes widened in fury, and she raised her hand to slap y/n. but just as her hand was about to connect, the school librarian burst into the room, breaking up the fight.

the two girls glared at each other one last time before storming off in opposite directions, their rivalry more intense than ever.

the tension between them had reached a boiling point by the time they sat down for lunch with their friends, enid and yoko.

as they ate their meals, wednesday couldn't help but make a snarky comment about y/n's latest math test score. "looks like someone needs to study harder," she said, smirking.

y/n glared at her. "i don't need your advice, wednesday. i'll get a better score next time."

wednesday raised an eyebrow. "sure, keep telling yourself that. i'll still be ahead of you."

enid and yoko exchanged uncomfortable glances, sensing the tension between the two. they tried to steer the conversation towards more neutral topics, but y/n and wednesday were too focused on each other.

as they finished their meals, wednesday couldn't resist taking one final jab at y/n. "you know, maybe you should switch to a different school. clearly, you can't keep up with the competition here."

that was the last straw for y/n. she stood up, her face red with anger, fangs coming out. "i'm sick of your constant insults, wednesday. you may be ahead of me now, but i'll catch up eventually. and unlike you, i won't have to put other people down to feel good about myself.

wednesday stood up as well, equally furious. "you think you're so much better than me? you're just a little pathetic vampire. you'll never be as good as me."

enid and yoko tried to intervene, but the two rivals were too focused on each other. their argument escalated, with insults flying back and forth. it was clear that they had reached a point of no return.

finally, enid and yoko managed to pull them apart. "that's enough, both of you!" enid said, her voice firm. "you're both acting like children. this is getting out of hand."

y/n and wednesday glared at each other, their breathing heavy. it was clear that their rivalry was far from over.

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