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[woewriting]

CHERRY LIPS wednesday addams x reader

tags. mdni! soft wednesday, established relationship, implied sex at the very end, no pronouns used, but the word 'girlfriend' is used once. word count. 1521 a/n. i'm late for wdw, i know, but i couldn't let y'all and @wesstars down... better late than never, right? i hope you like it and im sorry for any mistakes. | masterlist

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When you moved to the small town of Jericho and started working at the only coffee shop around, you didn’t expect to get anyone’s attentions, especially from the local “freaky”. Wednesday Addams was full of surprises and secrets and, apparently, everyone here knew a bit about her.

Gossips followed you around like fog in the morning after a raining night, the eccentric Addams always being the subject that echoed inside the brownish walls of the cafe.

“I’ve heard she eats raw meat,” a high school student dressed in black and blue uniform said to her friend, no caring enough to at least whisper.

The other just nodded, not paying attentions to her surrenders, not even when the little bell above the entrance door jingled.

“My father told me her dad killed someone in Nevermore when he was a student… imagine being the daughter of a killer.”

“Imagine being the daughter of a former police officer who was expelled from the police force for not being able to solve a simple case that happened more than 20 years ago.” The tranquil voice caught your attention, causing you to turn on your heels behind the counter.

Wednesday was standing next to the table where the two students sat, arms crossed and a deadly shine in her eyes. You smiled.

“Miss Addams, please stop terrorizing the small girls, they know nothing about life,” you spoke once you saw the reddish color in the girls’ cheeks.

“They better learn fast; life is not gentle.” She turned her head to you. “And neither am I.”

“Oh, should I fear for my life?”

You tilted your head, trying to get Wednesday’s attention in order for the girls to go back to the other students of Nevermore. The raven girl redirected her body towards you, taking steps until she was standing in front of the cashier.

“You most definitely should.”

Head motioning for the girls to leave, you placed both of your hands on the icy, black marble that covered the top of the counter.

“If I die, who’s going to make you your favorite cherry muffin?”

“Before I met you, I survived just fine without the sweetness of it in my daily life, I’m positive I can do it again once you’re gone.” She lifted her chin. “Now stop staling and bring me a double expresso, no sugar and a cherry muffin before I start terrorizing you instead.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as she turned to sit on the costumery table.

Putting the cherry muffin in a plate, you turned to the Italian coffee machine with an empty white mug in hand and freshly brewed coffee in the other.

As the bitter liquid slowly filled the porcelain, flashes of the first time you were face to face with Wednesday took over your memory. She was so small in her black and white Nevermore uniform, looking like an old school cartoon, disappearing behind the other students as she patiently and quietly waited in line to order. She stared at you, taking two steps ahead when the last person in front of her moved away with their order in hands, taking a seat with the others, black eyes that didn’t blink and looked dead, the pale white skin didn’t help either. Not a single mark on it, you noticed, except for the adorable freckles that spread over her small nose bridge and covered the surrounding area of her cheek bones.

She was polite and calm, unlike the others, speaking in a monotone voice that actually surprised you.

Wednesday ordered a small size expresso with no sugar. You offered her a muffin, freshly out of the oven and still warm. She was reluctant in saying ‘yes’ at first, but something in you convinced her.

Once the mug was filled, you placed it side by side with the muffin, smiling and murmuring a small ‘I hope you like it’, to which she replied with: “Thank you,” extending her hands to take the plate and mug of the counter.

She looked at the red-blood muffin before looking at you, giving you a small nod of her head before walking to an empty table.

You watched as she sat herself down and stared at the small cake in front of her, you licked your lips, curious to know if she would like it or not; it was your favorite, after all.

Wednesday tilted her head to the side, analyzing the sweet in front of her, internally admiring the color of it and how the powdered sugar on top of it reminded her of snow covered in blood.

Taking the wrap of it, she hesitantly took a bite of it, slowly chewing it. You bet your lips, anxiously standing behind the counter. She then took another bite, and another one, and another one, rapidly finishing the muffin.

You smiled to yourself, finally changing the focus of your attention.

Now, almost 7 years of the first interaction, you still secretly admired Wednesday as you waited for the coffee to fill the small sized mug. But now was different, she started drinking a double expresso to maintain her brain awake and cherry muffins became a part of her daily life.

But only if it was made by your hands.

Once the porcelain turned bitter black, you left your place from behind the corner and sat them down in front of the goth, taking the empty seat in front of her.

“Thank you,” Wednesday said simple, eyes focused on the yellowish pages that had all her attention.

“A new case?” You asked, curious, taking a look around the nearly empty coffee shop.

“A runner found two dead bodies in the woods on Saturday, the captain assumed I’d be interested and gave me the case this morning.”

You pursed your lips, a tight knot in your stomach as your eyes analyzed the super graphic images that decorated the table. Pushing the images away from your point of view, you wondered how Wednesday could eat the red-blooded muffin while looking at actual blood.

As if she could read your mind, black painted nails reached for the small cake, her eyebrows sewing together once she saw what you did, “Care to explain what this is?”

You pursed your lips, containing a smile. On top of the sweet, a white skeleton’s head was drawn, black, deep-hollowed eyes filled with dark chocolate chips with a sewed-like smile under and dark red blood dripping from its eyes.

“I made it for you, Halloween is near, and I figured you’d like it.”

“I can see that. What I want you to explain is why there’s blood coming from its eyes. Bones can’t bleed, there’s no tissue that can carry blood vessels or veins, it's just bones.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a cupcake, Wens. Just eat it.”

“Fine.”

When she took the first bite, dark red filling dripped onto her hands. It was a mix between the sweetness of sugar and the sourness of cherry combined that only you could do it perfectly.

“So… did you like it?”

Wednesday chewed and swallowed everything, licking her lips to capture the remained syrup, missing a small drop on the corner of her mouth. The tip of her fingers covered in the cherry liquid.

“It’s too sweet, next time don’t add any sugar to it. It’s not healthy. And it’s also too sticky and messy. I need a napkin.”

Reaching out for her hand, you sucked the tip of her fingers, closing your eyes at the sweetness that filled your mouth.

“You don’t need a napkin, you have a girlfriend to clean it for you.”

Wednesday widened her eyes at your action, looking around to make sure nobody saw that. The coffee shop was empty as it was almost noon and everyone was either at work or at school, only the two of you occupying a space inside.

“That was unnecessary.” She said with an affected tone.

“It was very necessary, I needed to see if it was too sweet.” You stood up, taking the empty plate in hands. Before returning to the kitchen, you leaned into her personal space, noses touching and the smell of her perfume filling your senses, that small drop being the only thing you saw in front of you. “You have some here too.”

The moment the tip of your tongue licked the red syrup, so close to her lips, Wednesday grabbed the mug near her hands, squeezing it hard enough to break if it was made of fragile material.

Before standing up properly, you pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, tasting the sourness in it.

“I’ll make sure the next ones aren’t too sweet for you, cara mia.” You winked, rapidly walking back to the counter to start preparing the muffins for the afternoon clients. And for your bitter girlfriend that cursed you under her breath for fogging up her brain with your tongue, taking away all the concentration she needed to solve this murder case. One that would need to wait after she locked the door, turned the open sign to ‘closed’, and dragged you by the hand to the supply closet.

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[wesstars]

hot tea

wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: your addams just really needs some physical contact :) wc: 737 tags: established relationship. nevermore ‘university,’ all characters involved are 18+. ooc wednesday. idk something about tooth rotting fluff a/n: first wednesday drabble wednesday, in collaboration with @evilrawr! fluff has been requested by @melrodrigo. still not my strong suit but we’re going for it anyway. 

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Steam rose from the warm mug that you carefully wrapped Wednesday’s fingers around, but the heated ceramic was nothing compared to the searing lance of your grasp around her wrist. She watched as you settled yourself down on bended knee in front of her, respectfully pulling back your hands. Her own twitched, minutely. 

It hadn’t been that difficult to come knock on your door, 10 minutes before curfew was over. Wednesday knew you’d be there in your dorm, making something absurdly sweet with your—respectably contraband—electric kettle. You’d stepped aside to wordlessly let her in, and she’d taken her usual seat at the foot of your bed. Strewn around were your day’s assignments, a jacket or two, and she wrinkled her nose at the mess. Your lamps cast a gentle candle-eseque light across everything, blurring every sharp edge. The exact reason why she was in your room, well…

“Long day?” Your gaze was inquisitive but warm, as always. Wednesday watched you, taking in your socked feet and soft pants. Then, she did the Wednesday Addams equivalent of what might be considered a frustrated huff from Enid, or a desolate sigh from you: she looked away first.

The reaction was immediate, she noted absently. You tried to catch her gaze again, the slope of your shoulders and the wring of your fingers imploring her to look back at you. “Weds… talk to me?”

She took a slow sip from the mug, avoiding your eyes. To tell the truth, Wednesday was busy aching in the way that she wished you’d reach across the sea between your knee and hers. Her intense feelings were something that she typically kept locked away, not just with the protection of a key, but with a castle moat, bolted doors, and plenty of booby traps. Inside that cage lay other previously dormant feelings, ones that you managed to pull out, sharp knife to soft underbelly, with startling ease. Wednesday set her mug down on the floor, cocking her head at you. Often she’d feel a baser, visceral urge to blurt out whatever thought she had to you. Restraint was becoming more and more difficult, the more you seemed to flay yourself open in front of her for a perusal akin to autopsy.

There was a muffled thump as you got up just a bit to shift from your kneeling posture, and Wednesday couldn’t take it anymore.

She grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling tightly until you were about nose to nose. Her mind knew that your actual body temperature wasn’t that high, even lower than the average, but her cold heart felt the bone-deep bonfire of your proximity as your hands slammed into the bed next to her thighs, preventing you from tumbling into her. You took a sharp breath, a fateful one, as it seemed to pull all the oxygen from the room, leaving Wednesday blissfully bereft of that life force. She didn’t need it, anyway; she was convinced she could sustain herself on the dilating of your pupils, the flickering of your eyes down to her lips.

“Come here.” Wednesday’s voice came out in a rasp, but she reasoned with herself—it was the best she could do after you yanked the air out of her still lungs. That ache of absence turned into a yawning chasm, reserve and restraint tumbling down into that eager maw. Her demand fell into that same ravine, eclipsed by the endless depth of darkness.

You stood from your position to sit on the bed as soon as the plea left her, and Wednesday was impressed at your speed. You pulled her into your arms not a beat later. Everything smelled like a faint mix of linen and honey, between your sweater and your tea, and something in it brought Wednesday’s world to a halt. The skin of your collar was warm against the tip of Wednesday’s nose, grounding like the nip of winter air. The two of you fell easily into your sheets, and Wednesday’s mind finally felt like it had found the smoking gun for the investigation. It settled like a content cat right in her diaphragm, making it easy to breathe you in.

“Is this what you wanted?” Your voice, already sleepy, sent vibrations down Wednesday’s spine. She hummed back, leaning her temple up against your shirt and letting her head fall onto your chest. You didn’t say a word more; you didn’t need to.

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a/n cont'd: so... playing with words… what do we think :0

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[21burritoseavey]

little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well. 

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table. 

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway. 

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight. 

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves. 

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters. 

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air. 

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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[medievill]

new wdw chapter up! hope you're enjoying the emotional whiplash.

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[bedlamsbard]

Feeling bad not only because we're having The Weather and I've got a headache from the air pressure changes, but I usually post fanfic on my birthday and I have literally nothing ready to go, because I've been trying to get Home done and didn't get it finished in time, so haven't been working on anything shorter I could post instead. :/

My birthdays are also traditionally terrible (highlights include getting caught outside in a thunderstorm while a tornado siren went off and the time friends threw a surprise birthday that included the girl who had stopped speaking to me the previous year, yes, she came), so like. this figures. (the big exception, ironically, was 2020, when I was in WDW with friends. very "pictures taken moments before disaster.")

anyway, if you've been thinking about leaving comments on any of my fanfic but haven't gotten around to it, today would be a good day. <3

#your girl

[agentsnickers]

🥤🧃🪐🥐?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

physically incapable of getting a question like this and not just recommending @benafee's remaking the world bc genuinely??? life changing

as well as @kingburu for pjo fic because everything she's ever written is a masterpiece and i'm rereading rewrite the stars right now <3

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I got engaged on the Main Street train station in the Magic Kingdom at WDW, and to get me there my now husband said and I quote "hey, the sky is really pretty tonight, let's go look at it from a higher elevation." And I, though perplexed, agreed.

(my best friend was waiting for us there with a photopass photographer she'd snagged off of main street <3)

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I am 4 pages from the end of my little travel/work sketchbook!

My dog rescued one of her favorite toys from the toy basket two nights ago and has been running around with it like crazy ever since <3

My husband is doing the laundry right now so I don't have to :)

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

i have suddenly forgotten every meme and vine i've ever seen lol

(ask game)

#finn talks #that is an exact quote btw #honest to god he said those exact words

[captainsteveamericarogers]

Why are you so quiet? Everyone has gone insane and making up new facts every five minutes, you're usually the first one to lose your patience and lay it down. You're obviously on Chris' side yet you're letting people talk shit about him. You need to say something!!

I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. You talk as if I'm some matriarch of the fandom when in fact I'm just a mediocre fanfic writer who is exhausted with this whole debacle and it's barely been two weeks. Nobody listens to me!

Today I saw a magnificent example of both Chinese whispers and alternative facts in this fandom. The person who alleged that CE was at her work for medical imaging, who I suspect was also the author of the now-deleted Reddit post, only tweeted that she had found out he was at her work. I appreciate that many people deleted the screenshots of the tweet as it was a gross invasion of his privacy and a HIPAA violation that, if true, would have very serious consequences for both the tweeter and her employer, and that a lot of people didn't see it. But suddenly people were talking about an actual x-ray or MRI image that had been posted and deleted. There was never an image. That didn't stop a few people from saying they knew someone who had seen it, which adds credence to the rumour despite being a lie due to there never being an image.

A lie can run around the world before the truth has got its boots on - The Truth by Terry Pratchett

We are seeing this in action every single day since the People article. I've seen people make the most outlandish claims. Suddenly, everyone has a friend who knows his flight details or what he ate for dinner. It's utterly demented. It's beyond crazy.

Let's go through all of the utter horse shit I can recall from the past fortnight. Shall we have more bullet points?

It's all PR

They have a contract for two years (how could anyone possibly know this?)

Chris obviously cannot stand Alba anywhere near him

The girl in the park who was forced to delete her Twitter was in on it and planted there to record

Chris has been personally seeking out Tumblrinas to block on Twitter

Narrative PR wrote the deranged fan letters to make the fandom "look crazy" (lol) and garner sympathy for Chris

Literally anyone who sticks up for Chris or Alba is, in fact, Chris or Alba or their moms

Alba wore a halter to WDW to show off her tattoo and be recognised (Really? Who on earth is going to recognise her?)

She only flew into FL to record the video and then left immediately (y'all really don't like them spending time together, huh?)

They are reading every single post every single gossip blog writes and using the comments to make their fake PR relationship more convincing

There's more but this is so exhausting. If you take one thing from this post, let it be this. Take EVERYTHING with a pinch of salt, no matter who posts it and how sure they seem. Sometimes people are right and sometimes they are wrong. This fandom has a nasty habit of voicing their opinions as facts, then others take that and run with it, like today with the medical imaging business.

The fact is, nobody cares whether or not you believe it. But you are devoting hours of your life, every single day, dissecting everything and going around and around in circles and it is not healthy. It is not healthy at all. Take some time off or at least talk about something else.

Someone asked what I personally think is happening with Chris and Alba, so I'll leave you with my thoughts. It's serious. They are in love. I think they'll probably get married sooner rather than later. The laser focused comment was an FYI, telling the fandom that he's going to be taking his foot off the gas and concentrating on his private life for the foreseeable future. Take it with a pinch of salt. 🤷🏽‍♀️

#chris evans #alba baptista #anon ask #fandom ish #yes #we're still on it

[pixiedust-poppers]

Another JATNLP fan! I only just recently found out that the show had a fandom after giving up on trying to look for it! It was the first Disney show I ever watched and was the pipeline that led to a lot of Disney-related hyper-fixations that have stuck with me today.

Today marks the 7-year anniversary of when the show came to an end it was canceled, which SUCKS) and I will not feel ancient thinking about this show. I really hope Disney Junior acknowledges this masterpiece again, maybe not through a reboot, but through reruns, or maybe tributes, or even mentioning - The show kicked off the Disney Jr. block so I feel like it deserved way better (i.e. not being chucked off the face of the earth, ending on a cliffhanger and never being mentioned again)

Hii hii!! omg another member into this silly little pit!! Welcome!

It has always been pretty small, but it was active when it was running, especially on fanfiction.net and wattpad (and Devainart ig but don't expect quality work there now,, same for wattpad maybe.) don't go to Ao3 stuff there is lowkey not great. I was apart of it when the first episode aired and when my parents allowed me on the internet!! I usually read Fanfics from FF.net about the show! And it is what drew me to actually do art lol! I was always a disney kid, my favorite program before this existed was the little einsteins and a few of the animations and shows they played on the Disney channel!

You know, I really hope they do to! Like the others shows are cool and all don't get me wrong, but ... what about my guys!! the little guys!!! I get haha yes they did make "a pirate never steals another person's property" and its not as linear of a storyline (though they TRIED in season 4) but it still remembers its lore. ALSO YEAH OK SO I WASN'T GOING INSANE DKJSJK It was indeed the kick-off show to start off Disney Junior from Playhouse Disney and I find it really sad that the only remnants of it you can find in the park (WDW) is like in the film roll on the wall in of the gift shops in the animation section of Hollywood studios. Other than that Disney likes to ignore it, I'm hoping it's going to at least maybe in "Once Upon a Studio" I think that would be cool SINCE YOU KNOW,.,. IT IS PRETTY HEAVILY ASSOCIATED WITH PETER PAN AND HIS UNIVERSE. Like yeah, it's Disney TV animation specifically made for a younger audience but it still matters!! it's literally still Disney goddamn it. ahem ok back to normal.

You know i do question why they ended it with a cliffhanger. For someone to pick it up? Or they literally couldn't decide how to end it perhaps? or maybe it's shelved for now and they're like 'ah we're totally going to reboot it later maybe.' Or make a spin-off with new guys (hope not). Though I have a theory that it being kicked off the block was because 1- make way for new shows and 2- it probably had something to do with season 4 (I mean you had to admit that took a nasty dip in quality once it left Mercury Filmworks hands).

ok enough ranting for now, but once again welcome to this really small pit. I just really got back into JATNP myself and it's really lovely to see there are still (new) people who love and remember it <3

#also i hope they don't reboot it before I get there cause that is MY show I'm going to refuckingboot #jake and the neverland pirates #ask

[hiya-itsamber]

Happy birthday, dearest!! Of course I have to partake in your super fun birthday hoedown :) <3

I am going for county lines because your comment about having a song for out moots intrigued me 🤔

EMILYY!! HI LOVE, thank you for the birthday wish mwah <3

your song is...

you remind me of 'heartbreak hotel' by elvis because, of course, it inspired my most favourite wdw fic ever (warring with qtvtp), eponymously named after said song. it has such a special place in my heart, i think i read it almost three times over, i loved it so so much. it was my first ever soulmate au too and fully indoctrinated me into that side of the fic-writing community PLUS, also inspired flower shops, which was my first fanfic ever ever ever (you made me a fic writer how crazy is that!). also to add because i think it's important to mention, you also remind me of 'chills' by wdw, because... i mean let's be so for real, this song is your BRAND and i live for it. it will never not be the emily "leader of the daniel seavey fanclub" song, it is yours!!!

© hiya-itsamber — amber's 18th hoedown!

#✮ amber's 18th hoedown! #amber answers #emily <3

[wesstars]

can't rely on my heart

wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: are people more likely to tell the truth while they’re drunk? wc: 800 tags: all characters involved are 18+. AU, they’re in some big city. wednesday and reader are childhood ‘friends.’ unresolved tension!!! a/n: i miss y’all 😭hope everyone is doing well!! welcome to another wednesday wednesday with the most amazing @evilwednesday. special good morning to @mindyswhore. @melrodrigo told me to hurry up haha. (let’s just ignore how I missed last week okay)

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1:28 am

come get your bitch.

Wednesday frowned at Yoko’s text. She wondered, briefly, who “your bitch” could ever be—unbidden, your grinning face came to mind, shining bright as a dying star. Wednesday hated it. It was stuff like this, knowing that your friends would ask Wednesday, of all people, to come pick you up, that was intolerable. Always popular yet with a genuine charm, you commanded attention wherever you were, so warm and dazzling that you eclipsed everything around you. You consistently crossed the line with Wednesday, since you really never knew when to stop. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her car keys.

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You were giggling. It was insufferable: it had already been enough to go to the bar—a place with sticky floors that Wednesday turned her nose up at—and it was excruciating to have dragged you out, catching you from rolling your ankle on the pavement, so your glittering laugh really was the worst torture Wednesday was willing to endure. Yoko had pushed you unceremoniously into Wednesday, while Enid sent her a sympathetic glance and a promise to text. Wednesday was torn between keeping her distance, so you wouldn’t throw up on her shoes, and holding you upright so you wouldn’t cause a scene, but you made her decision for her.

“You’re so—sloppy,” Wednesday hissed, grabbing your elbow to stop you from careening into a pedestrian. You’d always been a lightweight, since your university days, where you’d always show up, drunk as a dog, knocking at Wednesday and Enid’s place. You would claim that you lost your address. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be over there at all, every little quirk you had being memorized by the apartment: your mug, your spare key, your book on how the biggest planets are made of the very same things that humans are. 

“Wednesday,” you said, leaning on her shoulder. She wrinkled her nose. “Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday… 

She scoffed. “Just be quiet.”

“I don’t want to,” you whined, being the absolute child that Wednesday thought you were. She let go of your arm, stalking towards her car without you. While she definitely thought of you as someone she could do without babysitting, she still looked back to make sure you were following. You were tracing your crooked path on the sidewalk, scuffing your shoes as you trailed your fingers on every streetlight and sign pole that you passed. Something licked its way through Wednesday’s veins, destructive like fire.

“You…” Wednesday ignored you. Why had she parked so far? The sooner you crashed on her couch, the sooner you’d leave her alone. 

“You, with that beautiful smile—” gods, just how many drinks did you have?—“Hold on.” 

“I don’t smile.” Wednesday waited, for some reason, as you stumbled forward, catching up to her while the drinks caught up to you.

Ignoring her, you whispered, “I have something to say to you,” showing all your teeth in a dopey smile. When you leaned in, Wednesday saw how the shine of the streetlights caught on your rosy cheeks, glowing.

“You’re even prettier when you’re all the way here, with me, not just in my head.”

Wednesday felt her dead, still heart jolt with an artificial electricity, as if you’d pressed both hands to her chest and yelled clear! It was a startlingly alive experience, being touched by such a startlingly alive person. Every breath was hard to take, as you looked down. The streetlight cast a warm glow, lighting up your outline. You smelled too much like alcohol for such an admission, one where she could feel the cold metal of your arrow, Apollo ablaze, press up against her ribs.

It was weird, how one never really does know the answer to an unspoken question until it was right in front of them, burning. 

“You’re not going to remember this,” Wednesday said quietly. “I’m telling you now, so you can understand why.” She looked into your eyes; they were surprisingly clear for someone so inebriated. 

Your voice was a whisper, nearly drowned out by a car rushing past. “Why what?”

Wednesday looked up at you. You’d stopped right in front of her car, an accuracy unbecoming of how drunk you seemed to be. She placed a hand on you, your shoulder this time, and yanked you down to her height. You were so close, now, your nose brushing hers, and she felt you take a breath. “Why I don’t mind you being this close.” She hoped you could smell the jasmine perfume she wore. “Why I don’t mind when you cross the line.” Your hair fell into your eyes. “Why I’m driving you home.”

She stepped back, opening the car door and shoving you in. You leaned your temple on the seat, head tilted back to meet her eyes.

“I know, Wednesday.”

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a/n cont'd: something something yearning something something

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[21burritoseavey]

our hoodie (d.s.)

a/n: i apologise if this isn’t what you guys wanted but for some reason i can barely get myself to write so here’s a little imagine<3 hope you enjoy:)

summary: you’re wearing daniel’s hoodie

‘what are you doing?" daniel coos, propped up against the cabinets with his arms folded over his chest. the inquiry drifts through the air and traces the edge of your ears ever so softly, as if the two quiet words were fallen leaves descending from trees.

the sky has lapsed into its hazy morning glow, diffusing gloomy light from the windows through the blur of rainfall, however it doesn’t do much to illuminate the house’s interior. the warm glare from the rangehood above the stove provides a brightness to your features when you glance back over your shoulder, breaking out the day’s first smile. 

“making a cup of tea, want one?” you say, placing the kettle into its cradle and flicking the switch. you move across the kitchen to the fridge, taking out the milk, fingers almost stinging against the cold carton before you drop it onto the counter. 

“seems to me like you’re also wearing my hoodie,” daniel comments, lengthening his stare at his hoodie you’re wearing as if to make evident his desire for it back. he frowns, drooping his drawn lips into an upside-down curve, which if you weren’t actually super cold and in dire need of an oversized cosy sweater, would have induced you to ask if he wanted the light-blue hoodie back. 

 “yes, i am,” you answer, “tea?” you ask again, ultimately deciding to plop a single tea bag into an empty mug with a soft ‘no thank you’ spoken over your shoulder from the opposite side of the kitchen. 

“but you know what i do want?” daniel ventures while you wait for the last remaining whistles of the kettle as the water comes to a boil. 

“our hoodie” you guess, watching the colour of the tea leaves infuse in the mug as you pour in the hot water.  

“ye- no,” daniel stutters, his brows scrunching at your little trick, earning himself a flourish of giggles from your end, “my hoodie, I want my hoodie, please and thank you.” 

“you have like a million other hoodies.” the response seems to have taken him by surprise and he brings a hand up to the left side of his chest in mock offence. albeit the obvious exaggeration, the statement had some truth to it, in his closet hung a variety of sweaters and hoodies, in a range of colours. 

“so do you,” he shoots back a smirk when you spin around and grab the milk and pour it in. 

“but mine aren’t as oversized and soft and warm as yours” you shrug inwards a little with a smiley expression and bring your cup of tea over to the island. the tea is scorching hot, but you bring the lip of the cup to your mouth anyways, signalling the end to the conversation, or so you thought. 

daniel continues to keep his eyes on you, brows narrowed in concentration and he shuffles towards the fridge, feigning a search for something inside. it almost seems like the conversation silence aids in his search for another argument, and after a few quiet moments, his hand pauses on the door handle, his head jerking in your direction. 

“bu-I…. you…” he stumbles, scrambling for some sort of comeback until he sighs, turning to the fridge again. with a bottle of apple juice in his hand he says “you won’t win next time” before taking a gulp. 

you hide your smile at his response behind a sip of your tea, knowing well you will in fact win the next time, and the next one after that….

(i am so sorry this is horrible)

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[medievill]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, The Badminton Twins, Fang (Our Flag Means Death), "Calico" Jack Rackham, Lucius Spriggs Additional Tags: Autistic Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Has ADHD, Autistic Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard's Home Renovation and Restoration, Bonnet Creek, Warning: Badminton Twins, Slow Burn, because they're both idiots (affectionate), Blackbeard | Edward Rides a Motorcycle, Stede Bonnet Has a Motorcycle Fetish, Disney World, Epcot, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Work In Progress, no beta we die dramatically like Spaniards, Disabled Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Māori Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Blackbeard | Edward Teach/"Calico" Jack Rackham, come for the Chapek jokes stay for the Desantis jokes, is Lucius Spriggs Chuck Tingle??, the more chapters I add the more hinges I lose, fang the relationship therapist Summary:

This guy’s so fucking pretty, is the thing.

He says, “You work for Blackbeard?”

Ed frowns a second, then looks down at the Blackbeard’s Home Renovation and Restoration logo on his t-shirt. He says, “Yeah. Yeah, suppose I do.” He sticks out his hand. “Name’s Ed.”

“Stede.” His hand is soft, but not soft like dough. Soft like silk. A fine, expensive thing that's treated that way. Ed’s got to let go before he bends over and rubs his face against it like a cat.

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[chrisevansluv]

What are the full on delulus going to come up with now that the whole "Alba showed up at WDW on Friday morning with her publicist and left later that day" fanfic has been debunked by the tiktok from the girl who greeted Chris, Alba and his family on Saturday? Someone should make a bingo card

Thing is... Alba has been known to be living in Atlanta since September, she took a yoga instructor course, so clearly she went to Orlando with Chris and Josh. And most likely she'll return to Atlanta with Chris and Josh. Sorry to break some hearts, but it is what it is. The sooner y'all accept it, the better.

#cevansluv #alba

[hopinglimelight]

Colors (C.B) - Four

A/N: Hello!! I don’t know if this is an official end to my break writing, but I got a sudden burst of creativity and got this written for everyone! Thank you all for all of the love and support I've been given so far on not only this book, but everything too. I love you! Now for the picture of the chapter-

I hate making mistakes. In my opinion, they are the worst thing that can happen to me. There is nothing worse than realizing an error you’ve made after it’s way past when you can change it and correct yourself.

My mistake was not hooking up with Corbyn, but rather thinking I could easily avoid it. Standing in the mirror, I saw the purple mark on the underside of my collar bone and one placed almost too perfectly on my stomach.

“Bella, you good in there?”

“Yeah,” My voice cracked a little, and I cleared my throat. “Be out in a second!”

“Thank god!” I heard him yell, and I shook my head at him.

I let my shirt fall back down to where it was supposed to be and adjusted the collar of my shirt on my neck. I walked out of the bathroom and passed my brother. When I heard the bathroom door click shut, I sighed in relief and went to my room.

“See you at 3?” Daniel asked, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

“Yessir.” I nodded, then got out of the car.

Today was my first day of college, a small local college but still college nonetheless. I was nervous. I haven’t really gone anywhere since that night of the party, since I ordered my books online. I made my way into the building and headed straight for the library. My first class didn't start for 30 minutes, but Daniel was my only ride so I had to go when he did. I picked a table in the back so I wouldn’t be the center of attention. I grabbed a book out of my bag and started reading.

“Well look who we have here.” I heard the familiar voice 10 minutes later, and it made me look up from my book. “Hey there, Bella.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I looked up at him, angrily moving my hair from my eyes.

“Sorry sweetheart, it’s me. Live and in the flesh.”

“I know why you’re talking to me right now, Corbyn. Quite frankly, I don’t want to talk right now, nor do I have the time. My class starts in,” I glanced down at my watch. “6 minutes.”

“I don’t know why you’re being so grouchy right now.” I ignored him and put my book in my bag instead. He reached over and grabbed my arm lightly. “We are gonna have to talk about it at some point.”

“We’ll talk about it when we talk about it.” I scoffed and wiggled out of his grip, keeping my head held high as I stalked out of the library.

“Hey, Bella. What’s got you in a bad mood?”

I slid into the booth across from her. “You’ll never believe who I ran into today.”

Emily looked up from her milkshake. “Who?”

“The one and only Corbyn Besson!” I shook my head. “He demanded that we speak later. How weird is that?”

“Honestly, not that weird. A lot of people want to talk to you. Not like you’re trying to avoid him or something.” I looked down at the milkshake that she had ordered for me.

She gasped. “You are trying to avoid him. Why?” I gave her a half-hearted shrug. “You slept with him?”

My cheeks burned a rosy red as I glanced out of the window.

“Oh. My. GOSH!! You did the dirty with Corbyn?”

“Shh! Be quiet. I don’t think everyone in this place needs to hear about my sex life”

“But what about Jonah?”

“We, uh, broke up.”

“But you guys were perfect together. I wonder what went wrong…” She trailed off when she saw my face. “He’s not your soulmate, is he?” I shook my head, her eyes softening. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I sighed. “Wel, no it’s not fine. Worse things could have happened, you know? Besides, no telling Daniel. That’s the last problem I need to have.”

She hummed and I took a sip of my milkshake.

“So, was he good?” She asked nonchalantly. I choked. She winced. “Sorry.”

Within the next week, Daniel told me he wanted to catch up with me on my life. Ever since I started college, we haven't spent the amount of time with each other that we normally do. I decided it was best to tell Daniel what had happened. With Jonah, not Corbyn.

“Hey, Daniel” I walked into his room with a smile.

He didn’t look up from his computer. “One second, almost done.”

I stood awkwardly in the doorway, pretending to look down at my watch every few minutes. Eventually, he looked up and I could see the gaming screen behind him. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, my lovely twin.”

“Oh, it’s nothing important. I got a 100 on my first important paper, your girlfriend and I had milkshakes the other day, and can we get a dog?”

“That’s wonderful, good job. Wait, are mom and dad okay with a dog?” I nodded. “Can you get Jonah to drive you?”

“No, we broke up.”

“What? What did he do?”

“It was a mutual decision,” I said with a scowl, leaving the doorway and returning to my bedroom. Gosh, why do people always assume someone did something.

“Corbyn, please,” She begged.

He looked down at her, a confident, cocky smirk smeared onto his face.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, you know that? Do you know how long I wanted this? I couldn’t have you when you were Jonah’s, but now that you broke up you could be mine.”

She answered with a soft whine of pleasure, Corbyn throwing his head back, hands roaming her body.

“So beautiful.”

I woke up from my nap with a start. No matter how hard I’m trying to forget, the events of that night slowly keep coming back to me. Why now though? Why couldn't it have been the morning after, or the night off?

Why did this moment, out of all my life that I have lived, keep fighting its way back to the surface of my brain. Maybe forgetting and moving on would be a mistake. I turned over onto my side with a huff.

I hate making mistakes.

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[heavenlyherron]

(This is for an anonymous reader.

If you are just in it for the smut then move down to where it says "Kylie's POV"

THIS IS ALSO PRETTY LONG!!! (2,357 words)

Set in New York

I'm changing it up a bit but I will also make a part 2 to this since I love it so much already.)

SUGAR DADDY (C•B)

(3rd Person POV)

"Kylie!" Corbyn called out for his intern.

She walks in shortly after. Her wavy hair was left down, laying across her left shoulder. Her white button up shirt tucked into her black pencil skirt. The top two buttons of the shirt unbuttoned, slightly showing her cleavage and collarbones. The outfit hugged her body perfectly in every way.

With all that, she immediately caught his eye.

Corbyn looked her body up and down, taking in all her stunning features. He bit the tip of his pen before speaking.

"Bring me the file from my newest client." He commanded in a low, raspy tone.

Kylie left to retrieve what he had asked for. She sways her hips, teasing him without her even knowing.

She walked in with a large red file. "Here you go sir." She spoke shyly.

He nodded his head in response, gesturing for her to take a seat on one of the black leather love seats.

After work hours were peaceful and quiet, the only noise being rain and thunder booming throughout the atmosphere of the office, muffled from the outside. No one working except for him and Kylie. The room dark except for the small lamp on his desk, bringing a mysterious aspect to his fairly large office, just the way he liked it.

Mr. Besson is one of the most powerful men in the city, worshipped by all beneath his power and more. He had this way with people, manipulating them to do anything he pleased, making them his pet and Kiley just so happened to be one of them.

To be honest, Kylie wasn't interested in the internship program, but she needed something to do with her life instead of watching Netflix and eating junk food all the time. Each intern is assigned to a different corporation within New York and Corbyn's had chosen first.

Corbyn absolutely despised interns; always messing up his coffee order, mixing up his clients, fucking up all his work. He hated them whether they didn't fuck up his coffee or mix his clients up, he would just end up firing them before the first day.

As Corbyn looked at all the résumés, he came upon Kylie's. He looked it over closely.

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 (𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙴)

𝙰𝚐𝚎 (𝟷𝟽)

𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴)

𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 (𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴)

𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 (𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶)

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜 (𝙵𝙾𝙲𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳, 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶)

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 (𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽, 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳)

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No last name— very odd

17 years of age— which was younger than all of his applicants, which will make it easier for him to prepare her.

Zero work experience— Significant for him, he can teach her new things.

Zero references— Also very odd, but that gives him the chance to find out more about her work ethic.

Good with computers— Very useful for him and his business.

Focused and hard working— Doesn't slack off and obeys.

Stubborn and introverted— The stubborn part might be a problem, but the introvert part is something he can work with.

He flipped over the document to see her profile photo paperclipped to the back of it. His eyes went wide as he saw her photo, not expecting her to look so beautiful. He couldn't really tell a lot from the black and white photo, but he figured it was enough for him to work with.

From then on, Kylie worked for Corbyn as his intern. He hired her in less than a heart beat, not just because he was mildly attracted to the 17 year old but because she was different. Most of his interns were loud mouthed preppies who were only qualified because of their rich parents, but Kylie didn't come from that kind of environment. Kylie was more soft-spoken and more in tune to her beliefs, unlike his other interns. She didn't have any family or friends or anyone to look out for her, she only had herself and herself is all she thought she needed.

Corbyn took a liking to this shy, delicate girl, taking advantage of her mind as he implanted his knowledge into her thoughts. He was still stern and commanding towards her but less than the other employees.

As for Kylie, she became more comfortable with him around her. She paid attention to his every want and need but something was still different between them, and that difference that they were experiencing was the sexual tension.

For him, every movement she made was a turn on; whether it be standing up, walking around the office, or even her breathing. All he wanted to do was pick her up, throw her on a table and rip her clothes off her slender body and do her till she was withering from beneath him.

For her, she had the same problem. She knew how he felt about her, hearing his soft moans through his office door a he touched himself, hearing her name in the process. Hearing him in that state made her want him even more, resulting in her speeding to the bathroom to relieve the friction, imagining it was his fingers instead of her own.

But one day, everything changed.

Which brings us to the present.

(Kylie's POV)

I gaze in his direction, watching him intently looking over the file. I bit my lower lip, loving how focused he always was with his work. I smirk wondering how focused he'd be with me underneath him. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Corbyn grunts as he slammed the large folder on the desk.

I snap myself back into the real world, leaving my thoughts as I noticed his frustrated state. "Is everything alright, Mr. Besson?"

"Yeah," Corbyn sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Just a little frustrated right now."

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, wondering why he was so frustrated all of a sudden.

Corbyn groaned as he stood up, slowly walking around his desk and standing behind Kylies leather chair. He leaned down to whisper in her ear as her body tensed up, lightly placing his hands on her shoulders.

"As a matter of fact," He whispered, his cold breath hitting my neck exposed skin. "There is one thing you can do for me."

My breathing became heavy, wondering if he was thinking the same thing. "Wh-what may that be sir?"

"I think you know, baby." He mumbles as he unbuttons the rest of my shirt, peppering my neck with kisses.

I moaned at the feeling of his soft lips move down my neck to my shoulder, leaving small love bites as moves her shirt down her upper half. Corbyn pulls off my shirt all the way before noticing I had no bra.

He takes one in each of his hands before massaging them.

"You know how long I've dreamt of this moment?" He whispered seductively as he began to strip me of my white button up shirt. "You quivering underneath me, screaming my name as I pound into your pretty little pussy."

Voice inaudible as he unzips my skirt, not caring if it was wrong or not. My knees buckle as he pulls the pencil skirt off my body. He lifts me up bridal style before my skirt could hit the floor and carries me to his desk.

By now I was in my underwear and sitting on his desk. Him kneeling down in front of my heat. We make eye contact as pulls the black, lace material down my thighs before sliding down my legs and sliding down, hanging from my feet. Corbyn grabs my underwear and flings them to wards the large window of his office.

"Remove the bra." He commanded. I obeyed, quickly removing the black, lace bra, revealing my perky boobs.

We made eye contact once again as he licked a stripe up and down my slit. "Sh-itttt daddy." I whimpered.

Chills ran throughout my body as he repeats his motions with his tongue. One hand slithered from my thighs to my waist as his other hand tweaks one of my hard nipples. My body shivers from his touch, his tongue working wonders on my dripping core.

Moans and whimpers broke through my lips, accompanied by small gasps every few minutes or so.

It felt like my core was on fire. I've never felt this kind of pleasure before in my life, it was all so foreign to me but he knew what to do and definitely knew how to do it. I couldn't think straight while Corbyn went down on me. My thoughts completely washed away.

I was a moaning mess as I tugged at his brown locks unaware of anything but this moment. "Oh my- FUCKKKKKKKK!" Out of nowhere, I felt two of his long fingers begin to pump in and out of me making me squeal. He stars out in a slow pace while gently sucking on my clit, making my hips jolt. He lightly bit down on the nub as he sucked on it. The familiar chills I had felt from before creep back up, roaming through my body.

I felt an unfamiliar knot in my stomach, like I was about to burst from the immense pleasure I was feeling. He adds another finger, moving at a faster pace. His fingers pound into me relentlessly, causing the knot to pull tighter and tighter until I released all over his fingers.

My body gave out as the upper half of my body falls back onto his desk. My chest heaving up and down as my juices drip from my heat onto the dusty blue carpet. "That felt... amazing!" Corbyn chuckles in response before getting up and walking away, leaving me confused.

I could hear Corbyn rushing to undress himself, his clothing thrown to different areas across the room.

I closed my eyes for a brief second before feeling Corbyn's hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer so he was in between my legs.

I could feel his boner press against my exposed core. "You ready, princess?" He smirks.

I nod rapidly, practically begging him too.

With that, he slowly pushes his tip into me, causing me to hiss at the contact. He leans down and pressed his lips on mine, distracting from the pain. I felt him push in little by little. He stops halfway, noticing tears slip from my eyes. He cups my face with his right hand as he holds my hip with his left. He moves his lips with mine before pushing in farther till his length was fully inside me. He let me adjust for a few minutes before moving in and out.

It started out as a sharp, painful feeling, but the more he thrusted into me, the more pleasure I felt.

I was finally able to let out soft moans and whimpers of pleasure, reassuring him I was alright.

"Faster!" I whimpered out.

He thrusts in faster, grunting while doing so. "So fucking tight for daddy!"

My hips buck up to meet his thrusts, trying to get more pleasure from him if that was even possible. I was immediately stopped by his strong hold on my hips.

"DON'T FUCKING MOVE!!!" He says before Pounding into me at a rapid pace.

"UGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I groaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling him deep inside me.

My breathing became heavy, feeling him continuously hit my g-spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't think properly, my mouth ajar, tongue slightly sticking out. I felt like I was in an out of body experience.

I suddenly felt the now familiar knot form in my stomach as I look into Corbyn's eyes.

His thrusts becoming sloppy as his face contorts from pleasure

"I'm g-gonna cummmmm!" I cry out as I felt the knot break, causing me to release all over his cock.

"Oh f-fuck baby! Corbyn cried out a moan before pulling out, releasing his load on her stomach.

Both our bodies warm to the touch. My chest heaving up and down as Corbyn picks me up and sets me back on the black, leather loveseat I was on earlier. He gets dressed back into his clothes before helping me with mine.

Once we were finished, I head for the door before I heard Corbyn's voice. "Wait!"

I turned around, immediately feeling his lips on mine, forming a passionate and loving kiss. I kissed him back with the same amount of love and passion.

"Let's make a deal." He suggested.

"A deal?" I questioned nervously.

"Yes, a deal." He smirks, biting his lip as he looks me up and down.

I gesture for him to tell me his proposition. "Go on then."

"I know you are barely qualified for this job and aren't living with family or going to school, but you are useful to me in many ways. So, I'm gonna help you out a bit." He proposes.

My eyes go wide and I began to worry. "Wh-what- How will you help me?"

"I'm gonna be your Sugar daddy. You're gonna live with me, I'm gonna buy you thing and provide for you in exchange for sex."

I sigh thinking about it for a second. "Okay, I'll do it"

He smiles before our lips crash once again.

"Oh, and just remember," He whispered before pulling me closer so we were chest to chest. "You're mine and only mine!"

With that, we both head to his car and drive off to his place.

(Well this was long overdue! I'm sorry I didn't post anything for awhile, I needed a break from writing. I haven't really been doing that well lately and I'm still trying to focus in school and helping out with my family, but I am gonna try to publish as much as I can for you guys. Anyways, love y'all and hope you enjoyed.)

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[chilling-seavey]

Seasons Change (d.s.) - TWO

↳  A/N This one’s a little long but will give you a good insight into daily farm life at the Seavey residence! 

↳ Summary: Everyone knows everything about everyone in this small rural town in east Connecticut and the handsome single father who owns the farm down the main street seems to always be the talk of the town. Balancing the care of his acreage, raising his school-age son, and coaching the local boys’ hockey team keeps Daniel busy; but his mind never strays far from the expansive and vibrant flower gardens planted outside his farmhouse.

↳ Word Count: 2901

↳ Warnings: This story touches on topics such as loss of loved ones and grief. Nothing too detailed but read at your own discretion x

Every morning at 5:30, Daniel’s alarm rang loudly from his bedside table. It was routine now to pull himself out of his far too empty queen size bed and get dressed by the light of the bathroom sconces alone. The sun was rarely over the horizon this early but he opened the curtains in his bedroom and headed downstairs in jeans and a t-shirt, opening up the rest of the house in preparation for sunup. Lennox was still fast asleep in his bed when Daniel stepped out of the front door and trekked down the front porch steps, along the foot path, and across the gravel drive towards the barn.

The first hour of every morning was spent there; milking the cow as well as tending to the horses and the feed troughs. This used to be his favourite time – sitting on one stool with Marigold on the other, each tending to a cow as she quietly sang them into the morning. No one was more of a morning person than Marigold. She always made waking up early easy. But Daniel now milked the sole cow in silence, sometimes letting a small whistle come to his lips in the process as he worked, a tune that would follow him back down the path to the farmhouse.

On the opposite side of the house from the gravel drive was a small hallway that held the laundry room and mud room and in there was where the two buckets of milk went first thing. Daniel would pour the fresh milk into glass jugs and bring them right into the kitchen, leaving them in the freezer to cool with a timer set for one hour. All his work was precise to the minute.

By then, the sun would be rising and his hands would be scrubbed and it would be just about 6:30 when Daniel would take the stairs back up to the second floor to wake Lennox. This morning was no different and, like usual, the small Jack Russel Terrier greeted him with a wagging tail when he opened the door. Daniel bent down to give him a quick scratch behind the ears before stepping into the blue-painted room and he pulled open the curtains.

“Morning, Spud.” Daniel called to his son who was waking from the light that had suddenly been let into his room.

Lennox rolled sleepily onto his back and rubbed his eye with his fist, the small dog jumping up to join him on his single bed like he hadn’t been by the boy’s side all night. Daniel stopped by the side of his son’s bed and pet a hand over his hair, watching his same blue eyes flutter open to look up at him.

“Morning, Daddy.” Lennox yawned.

Daniel smiled at his sweet son and nudged his cheek with his finger, “Up and at ‘em, buddy. The chickens are waiting for you.”

Lennox giggled lightly and sat himself up, watching as Daniel pulled out an outfit for his son and draped the pants and shirt onto the end of the bed.

“I’m going to shower. Eggs on the kitchen counter, okay?” Daniel reminded the seven-year-old like he did every morning.

Lennox only replied with, “Yes, Daddy.” and watched his father leave.

While Daniel hurried to shower in the masted bedroom ensuite, Lennox got himself dressed and hurried down the stairs to tend to his morning chore. The dog ran at his heels out the front door and around to the side of the house on the edge of the fence just before the barn where the chicken coop was built. He wished the chickens good morning and gathered the eggs from the nesting boxes in the small basket he carried with him.

By the time Lennox had collected the eggs and returned inside, Daniel had just finished his shower and was prepping breakfast in the kitchen with wet hair and fresh clothes to start the day. The two of them had a good routine down between farm work and getting ready for the day, and while Daniel cooked up the eggs, Lennox brushed his hair and washed his face and brushed his teeth for school. They ate together in the breakfast nook just off the kitchen with windows on three sides of them directed right to the rising sun and glasses of perfectly fresh milk to pair with their eggs, bacon, and fruit.

The school bus came for 7:45 and Daniel always walked Lennox down the long driveway of their property to wait with him at the road for the bus to come. When it stopped at the end of their driveway, Daniel hugged and kissed his son goodbye and watched him get on the bus with Jack’s daughter from the next farm over.

Daniel spent his days alone on the farm, tending to the animals and testing to see if the ground was ready to be ploughed. After lunch, he drove down to the general store to pick up a few things, greeting Corbyn behind the counter with a friendly hello.

“What can I get you?” Corbyn asked.

Daniel took off his hat and set it on the counter, “Bag of chicken feed and the order that I put in the other day, please.”

“Of course.” Corbyn disappeared into the back of the store to gather the order and Daniel waited at the counter. He scanned the ice cream freezer near by but stopped himself from ordering a cone.

“Daniel!”

He turned at the sound of his name being called above the ring of the bell above the door to face an older woman rushing down the soup aisle towards him.

“Thank goodness! I was hoping I wouldn’t have to come knocking on your door.” she said, slightly breathless in her rush and he held out a hand for her to hold onto as she calmed herself down. “My front step is broken again. My husband walks far too heavily and it snapped right down the center. Would it be too much trouble for you to come take a look?”

“Not at all, Lydia.” Daniel chuckled politely. “I’ll have Corbyn grab me a piece of plywood with my order and I’ll stop by.”

“Oh, you are an angel, Daniel.” the older woman sighed, clutching onto his hand thankfully. “I don’t want to trip myself up those blasted steps.”

“Of course not.” Daniel agreed.

“I’ll pay you for it this time-”

“Oh, no, that’s-”

“I insist, Daniel.”

“Lydia, you don’t need to pay me.” Daniel said strongly. “Maybe just bring another one of your delicious cherry cobblers to next weeks brunch, alright?”

“Oh,” she flushed bashfully, “I suppose.”

“Alright.” Daniel smiled, giving her hand a pat. “I’ll be over in as soon as I pay for this order.”

Daniel seemed to be known as the handyman of Lincoln as well as the best hockey coach; he had built the chicken coop in his backyard himself and fixed up their farmhouse porch within the first month they had moved to town. Now everyone seemed to appreciate his attention to detail and his generous offers to help fix a broken step or a leaky roof…and he never once accepted payment. Daniel’s days were filled with helping out around the town and tending to his land until Lennox would come home from school around 3:00. Lennox would tell Daniel about his day while Daniel finished up the day’s work and then they would head inside together to start dinner. While dinner was being made, Lennox did his homework with the dog sleeping under his chair, and once they ate – always at the dining room table like Marigold always insisted – it was time to get changed for hockey for 6:00.

Both hockey bags were stored in the laundry room and once they were changed into sweats and t-shirts, the boys each grabbed their own bag on the way out the door. They made sure they had filled water bottles and all their equipment in a hurry as they rushed down the path to Daniel’s old forest green pickup truck. It wasn’t a long drive to the community centre – Lincoln was a very tiny town after all – and once parked, they headed inside together. Daniel always made sure he was early since he was the coach. Lennox led the way down the single hallway of the community centre, hockey bag over his shoulder (and almost the same size has he was) with his good luck t-shirt he always wore tucked proudly over his small body.

‘Love and luck from my Mommy in heaven’ was printed in black font over the back and although it was originally made for him when he was six, Lennox insisted they made a new one for each season as he grew. It truly was his good luck charm and nothing made Daniel prouder than seeing his son still wanting to wear that shirt to every game.

“Hurry up, Dad!” Lennox called from the doorway of the change rooms, his young voice echoing down the near empty hallway.

The team room seemed to always have a lingering smell of sweat and ice that had accumulated over the last few decades but it smelt like home to the boys. Daniel and Lennox got changed into their jerseys and equipment and Daniel helped him lace up his skates and took off the skate guards from the blades before they were ready to go. By the time they were changed, the other junior boys had started to arrive to get changed and Daniel headed out to the rink with his keys to greet the few parents and set up for practice.

Lincoln Lightning uniforms consisted of white pants and jerseys with dark blue stripes and light blue accents and although the boys had to wear full padding and gear for practice, Daniel usually just wore skates and socks, pants, and his jersey. He helped himself to the supply room with his set of keys and grabbed a few extra sticks and the crate of pucks to bring over to the bench. A few parents always stayed back to watch the practice – mostly the mothers honestly – but Daniel never minded. Marigold always liked to watch her boy play too.

Once it hit 6:30, Daniel draped his whistle around his neck and called the boys onto the ice. Living in Lincoln for their whole lives, the boys were already very good on skates so weekly practices were just for game technique. With the whistle balanced between his lips, Daniel let his skates glide him backwards as he greeted his team,

“We’re practicing slapshots today. Or…shots in general. I know a few of you need a bit more practice with this.”

Daniel turned towards the one net set up at the end of the rink, showing off the dark blue print along the back of his jersey that read Seavey 99, and he pushed off towards the few pucks scattered over the ice. He moved gracefully and pulled his stick back to slap a perfect shot right into the goal net, the sharp sound of the stick hitting the ice echoing through the arena. The boys ‘wow’ed.

“We’re going to get you there, okay?” Daniel said as he skated back over to his team. “Do we all have our mouthguards in?”

There was a chorus of, “Yes, coach!”

“Lemmy see.”

The lineup of boys gave him big grins so he could see the thin curves of soft plastic between their teeth.

“Alright, good. Let’s see what you got. Get in two rows.”

Practice lasted an hour and by 7:30 the boys were huddled up for their last little pep talk before they were ushered back into the change rooms. Daniel stayed back on the ice to get a bit of his own practice in that was up to his skill level and by the time the few parents had left and complimented Daniel on his work, it was just Lennox and Daniel and Jonah’s boy left at the rink.

Daniel changed back into his sweats and t-shirt and packed his bag while the two boys waited on the bleachers and ran up and down the aisles together, playing. Daniel locked up the supply room and turned off the arena lights and herded the boys out into the cool spring evening air.

“So sorry I’m late.”

“No problem.” Daniel said honestly as Jocelyn hurried over from the parking lot. “I was just going to drive him home for you.”

“You’re far too kind.” Jocelyn chuckled, taking her son’s bag for him and then his hand. She looked back up to Daniel, “I called my family friend…she’s going to come down by the end of the week and she’ll stay with us for a few days…longer if you want to hire her of course.”

“Oh.” Daniel almost forgot about the offer for a gardener and he hiked his bag higher over his shoulder, “That’s great. Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m sure Jonah will shoot you a text when she’s settled and we can drop by.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Daniel agreed.

They said their good nights and Daniel watched them walk off to their car before looking back down to his son. With messy sweaty post-helmet hair, Lennox looked up at him through the dim light of the parking lot.

“Who’s she talking about?”

Daniel led him back to the truck and tossed their bags in the bed of the truck before helping him into the front seat, “I’m thinking of hiring someone to help around the farm.”

Lennox pondered his father’s statement as he waited for him to get in behind the wheel. When they started off towards home, the young boy answered, “Why?”

“It’s hard to take care of everything just me.” Daniel said.

“You already sold Spot and the sheeps and most of the chickens.” Lennox argued. “And you have me. I can help.”

“But you’re also in school…and you’re seven.”

“Almost eight, Dad.”

“Almost eight.” Daniel corrected himself. “But I need someone to help me take care of Mommy’s flowers.”

There was a silence that fell over the truck as they drove down the dark two laned road out of the main intersection and towards their farm. Lennox turned and looked out the window.

“What do you think?” Daniel asked after a moment.

“I don’t want someone to touch Mommy’s flowers.” Lennox answered softly.

“I know, Spud. I’m not crazy about the idea either…but we’ll lose the garden completely if we don’t have someone tending to it. That’ll be even worse.”

“I guess.” Lennox mumbled.

“I’m just going to meet her later this week and see…she’s a friend of Jocelyn and Jonah’s…she might not be a good fit anyway…I don’t know.”

“How do you know if it’s a good fit?” Lennox asked as they turned into their long driveway and up the dirt drive past the few trees lining the way.

Daniel took a deep breath as their farmhouse came into view, the porch light illuminating a few of the flowers that were starting to bud with the incoming spring, “I don’t know.”

He parked the truck and the boys got out and carried their bags right to the laundry room – a habit Marigold instilled in them to prevent the main house from stinking up. Daniel started the laundry while Lennox went up to bathe, leaving his sweats and his lucky shirt with his father to wash for their next practice. When laundry was started and the cat and dog were fed and Daniel got himself showered free of hockey sweat, the two Seavey boys cuddled up on the living room couch to watch some TV before bed. Lennox had a glass of milk and two cookies like every night and Daniel had his arm around him the whole time, feet kicked up on the coffee table and cat asleep on his lap.

When it was bedtime, Daniel made sure the dog was settled on his bed – with a snap of his fingers and a stern ‘lay down’ – and then he tucked in his boy under his quilt and brushed his damp hair from his face.

“Comfy?” Daniel asked quietly.

Lennox nodded up at him. Daniel leaned down to kiss his forehead and then switched off the bedside lamp.

Through the dark, Lennox spoke softly, “Daddy?”

“Yeah, Spud?”

“I want only Mommy to take care of her flowers.”

Daniel paused a moment, ignoring the pain that clutched his heart as he bent down to kiss his little boy again, “I know. So do I. But we’re going to keep her garden looking nice for her…so when she’s watching down on us, she can see that you and me are very good at keeping a nice house, right?”

“Right.” Lennox sniffled.

“Okay.” Daniel tucked him in snugly. “Sweet dreams. I love you, Spud.”

“Love you, Daddy.”

With his son put to bed, Daniel helped himself to the back porch, lingering by the railing by the light of the outdoor LEDs and overlooked the garden of green that turned into a blossoming overwhelming forest of colour every summer. It had been a little forgotten about the last year with Marigold having just passed so the garden was now in desperate need for some TLC. Daniel sighed and headed back inside to head to bed himself soon, only hoping everything would work out. He hoped Marigold was watching out for him.

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