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wesstars · 7 months

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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.

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

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chilling-seavey · 3 months

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Daniel Seavey Masterlist

♡ Welcome to my Daniel masterlist...the heart and soul of my blog...where you can travel from modern day Connecticut to WW1 England to 1950s LA and everything in between!! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!

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Anything But Mine - Friends to Lovers AU ↳ Florence DiCaprio finds herself navigating life as a nineteen-year-old mother; trying to find the right balance of friendships, young adulthood, and definitely relationships. Her best friend, Daniel, seems to be learning along with her. They discover the importance of sacrifice in the process.

Passchendaele - WW1 AU ↳ It’s 1915 and The Great War is still ongoing. Men from all over Europe flooded to enlist in a rush of patriotism and dedication to their countries, nineteen-year-old Daniel among them. He’s thrilled to fight for Britain, as most men were, but once in the battlefields of Belgium, he realizes that war is truly not as glorious as he once imagined it was.

Amoureux - Royal AU ↳ Louisa is sixteen and prime age for marriage. Her father, the King of France, has been conversing with the King of England in order to hand over his youngest daughter in marriage, therefore bonding their two nations. Twenty-year-old Christian is a perfect gentleman, and he is absolutely smitten by Louisa the moment they first meet, but the young girl has her eye caught by Christian’s younger brother who can’t seem to keep his hand out of the pastries.

Heartbreak Hotel - Soulmates AU ↳ It’s 1958 and summer has just begun, sending the teenagers of Los Angeles into warm weather freedoms and part time jobs. Eighteen-year-old Daniel finds himself spending his days trying to find his soulmate and he refuses to give up until he has her.

Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit - Murder Mystery AU ↳ ‘He who wants everything, loses everything’ All Daniel knows is that he woke up the day after his honeymoon to his wife dead at his feet and the bloody knife in his hand. He is suddenly propelled on a mission to escape his own persecution while he works to find the true killer and prove his innocence; He is innocent…isn’t he?

Seasons Change - Small Town AU ↳ 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 eight-year-old 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.

Life and Death Brigade - WDW x OBX Crossover ↳ Life on Figure Eight is ordinary for Daniel. He’s got everything he could ask for: a huge family estate on the water, friends that love to party as much as he does, and a year round membership to the country club. But just when his life is starting to get predictable, Daniel finds himself caught up in a secret society run by none other than JJ Maybank and his group of empty pocket misfits.

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medievill · 3 months

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

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thehauntedmanor · 1 year

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Ok THIS is more like it!

Scary as heck though: I've never had Constance throw her axe while I've been riding along... 😳

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wqterlillypdfs · 2 years

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the lotus inn (d.s)

pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming. inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we. word count: 1.7k trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)

This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.

With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.

You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.

11:02 pm Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you? Are you still coming? ??? Hello?

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.

Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”

Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel.

As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.

Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds.

Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.

Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats.

“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.

Guess old habits die hard.

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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.

His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”

Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”

You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”

“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”

You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.

It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.

Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.

He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”

Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.

Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?

As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces.

The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.

You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs.

And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.

But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you.

Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.

You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.

So you wish your secrets farewell.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.

It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.

You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.

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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years

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How Do You Love Somebody Else?

Pairing: Daniel Seavy x Plus Size Reader

Summary: He loves me, he loves me not?

Note: A request from one of my dear friends😁

Warnings🛑: angst, friends to lovers(?), Daniel is kind of an asshole(?), mentions of alcohol, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication(everyone is of legal drinking age), mentions of drugs, smut(dom/sub aspects, dubcon/noncon aspects, degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex(f,m), slight choking)

Somehow your friends talked you into going to Coachella, mostly Daniel begging with his puppy eyes you couldn’t resist. It wasn’t a secret the two of you had been crushing hard on each other for the past 3 months now. There had been lots of shared kisses and nights spent in each other’s arms.

Little did you know that was all about to change…

The first night of the festival was incredible, the music and all around atmosphere along with your friends made the night complete. Things with Daniel seemed normal until a girl you’d never seen before started coming around. Apparently everyone knew her but you…and she seemed especially cozy with Dani.

You felt your blood boil when he ditched you to be with her, holding her hand like he did with you, holding her in his arms…just like he did with you. Then you saw him kiss her, and that was the last straw.

The alcohol that you consumed seemed to only heighten your anger, when you walked past the lovebirds, Dani was calling your name. You whipped around ready to rip into him but something stopped the words from leaving your lips.

“Where you headed?” he asked, those blue eyes staring into your soul.

“None of your fucking business, you’re such a player Daniel Seavy, I NEVER want to speak to you again.” you said, so angry you weren’t sure how you managed to not burst into tears.

“What? Babe, no it’s-I-” he attempted to reach for you, but your feet carried you further away.

“I should have known, god I was so stupid.” you whispered to yourself, turning away from the man you’d fallen for and sped walked back to your car.

You didn’t make it far until you felt a hand grab your elbow, yanking you in another direction. Squealing up at your assailant, no surprise, Daniel.

“Let go of me!” you hissed, his grip only tightened.

“Daniel!” you screeched, gasping when he shoved you against the back of a building far from the festivities.

“Shut up,” he growled, smashing his lips to yours.

You wanted to melt against him, but you remembered seconds ago he was with that other girl. Shoving at his shoulders, you tried to pry your mouth away from his intoxicating lips. The disadvantage was he was so much taller and a lot stronger than you, meaning he dodged your attempts by only pressing you further into the wall.

“You’re such a fucking brat, so needy for me.” he grinned, the humiliation of his words coursed a fire through you.

“Get off me!” you snapped, attempting again to get away.

Daniel forced his leg between yours, lifting you slightly in his arms. Now, you had no possible way of escaping. His eyes were blown out, lust and desire clouding over them.

“Can’t stand for anyone to have my attention but you huh baby?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Fuck you! Why don’t you go back to your new toy?!” you hissed, squirming in his arms as you knew what he was doing was turning you on so much.

You were disgusted with yourself for wanting him so bad.

“You’re my toy, admit it. You want this, you like it don’t you?” he taunted, skimming his nose up your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as his tongue tasted your skin, wanting nothing more than just him. He could definitely feel how wet you’d gotten, your skirt had ridden up so his thigh was right against your soaking core.

“Babbbyyy?” Daniel called, kissing your sweet spot as his finger traced up your thigh.

“N-No,” you whimpered, knowing full and well you were lying.

Daniel chuckled maliciously as he yanked at your panties, immediately feeling at your wetness now soaking his thigh and fingers. You wiggled your hips, gasping when he inserted two of his incredibly long fingers inside of you. They curled and felt around your walls, finding the places that had you moaning uncontrollably.

“Hmmm, your pretty pussy is telling me something different my love.” he whispered, his breath causing goosebumps along your neck.

“Dani-please,” you whined, unsure of what exactly you were wanting.

It’s almost like he could sense your struggle of wanting and not wanting what was happening, but he didn’t care. He would have you like he’s always wanted. You belonged to him he was certain of that. No one compared to what you made him feel. Dani smiled as he pecked your lips sweetly before pulling away completely, a desperate sound escaping your lips as they pouted up at him.

“Get on your knees my little slut.” he demanded with a sinister smile that made you shiver.

Of course you listened, watching as he shoved his pants and boxers down to free his huge cock. Your mouth watered as you stared in awe at this beautiful man in front of you. Dani pulled you back to reality when he quite literally shoved himself down your throat, yanking your hair forward until your nose touched his skin. You couldn’t help as you gagged and choked around him, gripping his thighs as you tried to pull back.

“Holy fuck baby, your mouth is just as heavenly as I knew it would be.” he moaned, thrusting his hips back and forth.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even as they blurred from tears, the way his face looked as he felt your tongue twirling was something you wanted to see again and again for the rest of your life. He finally pulled out to let you breathe, spit drooling down his cock and your chin as you coughed.

“I’ll cum down your throat another time baby, want the first time to be in you.” Daniel said as he lifted you back up.

It was ten times hotter how he was able to toss you around like his little doll despite you being bigger than most girls. He held you back up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist before plunging into you hard enough to draw a gasp from your lips.

“Fuck me-you’re fuckin’ perfect, my perfect baby.” Daniel groaned in your ear.

“Dani-baby, please move I need it.” you whimpered, hanging on for dear life as he took you to pound town.

Both of you couldn’t contain the illicit moans as Dani drove hard and fast into your sopping pussy, your warm walls pulsated around his cock as it hit your gspot instantly.

“You’re mine-don’t you ever fuckin’ forget that, you hear me?” he growled, biting down on your lower lip until you both tasted the tangy metallic of your blood.

His hand wrapped around your throat gently, squeezing lightly as his eyes stared into yours.

“Answer me my little slut.” he commanded, moaning when you nodded your head fast.

“Say it,” he hissed, his thrusts becoming more staggered from being close to the edge.

“I’m yours Dani! I’m yours, I’ll always be yours!” you cried out, shuttering as your orgasm hit you at that very second.

Daniel kept up through your orgasm, reaching his thumb down until he found your clit. He rubbed in harsh circles, making your legs shake around him as you tried your best to wiggle out of his arms.

“You’re not going anywhere baby, not until I’m done with you.” he whispered.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you gave up and let him have his way with you, and it lasted all night long…

The next morning, you woke up not only extremely hung over, but between your legs was so sore you weren’t sure if you could even get up. Reaching for your phone, you felt arms tighten around you. Looking back, your eyes widened when you saw bright blonde, fluffy hair next to you.

You must have passed out after he was finally done, you thought he’d left. When you tried to scoot away, he only pulled you further against him.

“Stay,” he mumbled, snuggling his face in your neck leaving tiny kisses where he’d marked you last night.

“Dani, stop.” you whispered, the blonde opening his beautiful eyes looking up at you confused.

“You completely ditched me for another girl you were all over.” you said, your voice wavering as you remembered him holding her in his arms.

“I know-I-…I’m so so sorry baby, please believe me. I love you, I’ve been in love with you forever and I’m so stupid.” he confessed, your heart pounding as he continued.

“There’s no excuse for what I did and I’m sorry, but please believe me it’s only you. When you yelled at me, I realized it all at once. I feel so guilty because I’ve only ever loved you.” he said honestly, leaning his forehead to yours.

“You really are stupid,” you whispered again, a smile on your lips that Dani mimicked.

“Yeah, yeah now come here.” he rolled his eyes as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“Oh, and I love you too.” you giggled, kissing him again and again until you were lost in the sheets just him and you-no one else.

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etherealinowrites · 9 months

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appease drabble 2 | listen to my tunes!

pairing- female reader x jisung

summary- you and jisung have an impromptu date in the studio

wc- 0.5K

warnings- none

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“well isn’t this a sight to behold.” you announce your arrival, knowing full well that jisung was engrossed enough to not notice an entire person walking in through the door.

he looked up, headphones looped around his neck as he tapped his pencil on the table. a huge smile broke out on his tired face as he welcomed you with open arms.

"there she is." he sighed, waiting for you to hug him.

you shook your head with a soft smile, walking to the table to place the bags on the table before heading to him.

jisung engulfed you in a warm hug, sighing his exhaustion away as you patted his back. "you've been working hard." you pointed out, breaking the hug as you placed a swift kiss to his lips.

he nodded, pursing his lips as he placed his pencil and headphones down. "i really need to get shit done before the jeju schedules. god knows how busy we'll be with the album release coming up in two months after that."

you nodded in understanding, bringing your hands to his hair to play with the sft strands. he leaned into your touch, letting you soothe his scalp.

"you're doing good. im proud of you." you mumbled, knowing full well that every word was true. jisung was a hard worker, along with his entire group. but needless to say, he worked a lot more in comparison when it came to songwriting. especially since he had a bunch of solo skz players to release in the coming year.

"thanks y/n. means a lot." he shifted, getting up to hug you better.

"and here he is again." you sighed and he chuckled.

"i am just hugging you? what? you know i can't go a long time without touching you!" he protested, making you hold a giggle as you pushed him away.

"enough talking. eat first. i know you must not have had anything today." you scolded him, reaching for the bags you'd bought.

“yes that’s just what i needed, i’m starving” he rolled his eyes, reaching over and grabbing a box to open it and dig in. it all happened too fast and he was now stuffing his cheeks and seeing that made you smile.

“you’re looking at me like you’re my mom” he remarked with a teasing face and you cackled at that, hitting his arm gently. “oh you, not really mom but mommy maybe?” you teased back and he turned red, making you crack a wider smile. “oh your adorable, now eat up so i can actually see some of your work” you added.

“yup! at your service ma’am!” he gave you a mock salute and quickly ate, while you tried to slow him down so he won’t choke, but he was like a stubborn kid and hellbent.

“no no! i need to make you listen to my tunes!!” he called out with his stuffed face, making you smile at his adorable face.

oh seeing these boys happy was really all you needed.

#han fluff #jisung fluff #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz poly #skz #han jisung fluff #han jisung #jisung scenarios #han imagines #jisung imagines #han scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios

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heedmywarnings · 1 year

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Who am I?

Existential crisis1!1!1!1!1

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As you sat in the Liyuen prison cell, you wondered. You deeply wondered if... if this was the same game you knew? You weren't the type of person to ponder about the existence if things, but this was different.

You are in a game, and you never bothered to question it? The question you should be asking yourself is: How did I get here? But instead, it's: Who am I supposed to be?

The answer to the latter is... you're supposed to be an Impostor, like every typical sagau impostor fic. You saw your blood, gold. But have you ever looked at a mirror? Look at yourself and deduce that you are not an inpostor? Who even are you? What are you?

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Do you... even remember your life before? Are you the same person?

Questions flooded your brain but the answer could never seem to float, are you or are you not an Impostor? Was the question you settled for. If so, then why didn't people start... treating you better if they saw your golden blood? It was clear as day, but the answer never seemed to appear.

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Though you cannot see your face, you settled for looking at your body instead. It was the same?

"H-hello?" You managed to mutter, your voice was the same but always seem to break, your hair? Same color. Your scars/defining marks? Still there.

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You looked down at your palms.

A four tipped star and a triquetra symbol on your left, and a yellow flower on the right. You didn't know what it meant, neither did you know what it was doing there.

Something is amidst.

Rather... someone?

People You Know - Selena Gomez [0:34]

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which I forgot (again)

@yandere-city

@5sos-wdw

@code-roevember

@candlebathwater

@d4ff0d1l14

@valeriele3

@iruiji

@chuuya-brainrot

@xiaosonlybeloved

@00hellohello00

@etherisy

@kytesse

@the-unknown-wanderer

@77hutao

@campanula-rotundifolia

@bloop-booop

@idiotic-anime-lover

#genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau angst

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agentsnickers · 2 months

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🥤🧃🪐🥐?

🥤 ⇢ 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

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tangledbea · 3 months

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Incidentally, anyone who would like to see an epic Disney crossover story, my sister wrote a fic for Disneyland's 50th anniversary (in 2005), and it's very good.

Crowns of the Kingdom

Granted, it largely caters to Disneyland (specifically, not WDW) nerds, but it also includes a lot of characters who existed by that point, including Oswald. It's a lot of fun and very well-written. I recommend it.

Chapter 1 is an explanation about what this fic is all about and why it's such a big deal, to give people who weren't around or didn't know a little bit of background.

#Fanfiction #Links #Disney Parks

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jonah-aesthetic · 1 year

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The Heart Of A Lion I Jonah Marais pt.1

Jonah Marais X Aurora Peshlakai

Plot: Aurora Puts her morals aside to feel validated in her best friend's luxurious world. Agreeing to a fake-dating deal with the one person she can't stand, Jonah Marais. After stepping into his word and understanding why he's so distance with the world around him. Aurora takes it into her hands to show him just how amazing the world could be. Will her little quest to familiarize the ignorant musician with the best things life has to offer crash and burn? Or will it be a successful mission causing them to become something more than friends?

Word Count: 2K+

A/N: I'm in the process of rewriting That One making it more mature and developed. I put in on hiatus because I wasn't happy with the gala part it felt very cliche and young. It just wasn't something I was going for. I took out a few important keys of the original story but there's still the foundation.

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The sweet scents and warm ambiance of the Dark Bean coffee shop had begun to cure my foggy brain. I spent countless hours hunched over my desk cramming for the first midterm of the semester. Ivette somehow managed to tear be for my hell when I was so daze, I couldn't understand the material. My entire body thanked the goddess sitting across from me while it sunk into the foam of the booth.

My parents worked themselves to the ground to assure I had the best education. An opportunity they never had; I was beyond grateful. I devoted my entire being to prove to them I wasn't taking it for granted. They were relieved when I got accepted into Red Dawn University's undergrad law program.

I'm utterly exhausted.

This third year is drowning me and pulling me under. I could feel myself burning out and the worst part was that I didn't even want to pursue a career in Law. I'm an artist, that was my passion, but the proud look on both my parents faces fueled me to continue, I didn't have the heart to disappoint them after everything they've done for me.

"I didn't just bring you here for coffee." Ivette chipped and a red smile etched into her lips. I cautiously pull myself up, curiosity driving.

"I'm so proud of you." Ivette starts and plucks a gift bag I hadn't noticed in my delirium, onto the black the table. I didn't have the effort to fight her on it and gave her an unamused glance.

Reluctantly I reached for the lavender bag, her eyes are bright and full of anticipation. I peak inside once I collect it into my lap, a white apple box taunts be within. I sigh and slide the bag back onto the table. "I love you Ivette, but your words are enough of me."

She slides the bag back in front of me, "I know you don't like my extravagant gifts but please take this one. Let me replace your ten-year-old laptop. You deserve it." Her words are soft, and I felt every word she said.

"It's too much."

"No. It's not enough."

Over the years we've been friends Ivette has tried gifting me with various expensive presents. There was no way I could possibly return the favour and usually decline it. Sure, she's told me multiple times a gift isn't an exchangeable favour, but I can't help but feel indebted to her like I do with my parents. Ivette understands the way I feel and takes them back with no questions asked.

There was something about the pleading in her eyes that possessed me to take the bag, "well, god I didn't think I'd ever see the day Aurora Peshlakai willing accepted a gift."

"Don't ruin the moment." I tease.

My attention got caught by a figure approaching in my peripheral, the barista. He's tall and broad, wearing a rich brown apron atop black clothing. His complexion is dark, and his hair is a course black heap of tight curls. The iced beverage I ordered seven minutes ago rests in his hand in all it's legendary glory.

Dark Bean had the best Iced caramel lattes that would have me crawling on my knees for another. It was the perfect combination of sweet sugary goodness and the bitter depths of strong caffeine.

A grin crawled onto his lips, noticing my gaze lingering a little too long. Tray as his name tag had stated read my interest wrong, and even though he's easy on the eyes my only desire was that caramel heaven.

He kept his gaze on me, replacing my already empty coffee with the fresh one. "Iced salted caramel latte, extra drizzle and two shots of expresso." He stated,

"Thank you." I say sheepishly.

Was it really necessary to speak my customized order?

He transferred his attention to my Latina best friend, "It there anything I can get you?" His tone is polite and eager to please. She sneaks a glance at me giving me a knowing look.

Now that was an evident look of mischief.

"Unfortunately, no. One serving of caffeine is enough to last me the week." He nods his heads,

"No problem. Just give me a shout if you need another." Trey directed his last words to me. He was just doing his job, but somehow it felt like a personal attack on the amount of coffee I consumed in the hour we've been here.

"Don't worry, she will. This one is a whore for a simple coffee fix." Ivette announced for the entire café to hear. Tray flashed an intrigued look over his shoulder and heat rose high upon the surface of my skin.

I slitted my eyes playfully at her. "Some days you made it extremely hard not to strangle you."

"Oh, I'd be first in line to buy tickets to see your ager obliterate you." She stares

"Honestly at this rate it might come sooner than you anticipated." I stare back.

Soon we find ourselves locked into a starting contest.

Both of us leaning our bodies against the table, resting our arms a top it. Out faces are mere inches away from each other, testing each other, teasing each other. Her brown face is stoic until I break into a smile, and she begins to fight a bite of laughter back.

Staring contests were something we've done since high school. Always falling into them when we matched our exuberant energies together. I'm usually the one to break it but Ivette's daunting gaze darts from mine, latching onto something just past my shoulder. A look of interest slips before Ivette recovers from it.

A strong Sandalwood scent causes my head to spin before I can follow her line of vision. It was almost familiar with a few more components added to it. Once I reclaim myself, I find a tall frame shadowing our table.

Jonah Marais holds himself well, demeaner confident but relaxed. His stormy blue eyes stare at me and I wonder if he might've lost his mind on his way over here. He wasn't someone I've acquainted myself with, but Ivette had herself ringed into his circle. Dickmatized by his band's drummer, Daniel.

"Jonah what a pleasure." Ivette breaks the silence and Jonah takes it as an invitation to squeeze in next to me.

What could this man possibly want?

A wolfish grin spreads on his pink lips as if he developed the ability to sense my annoyance overnight

I roll my eyes.

I prayed to the universe he's informing Ivette of another gig his band, Why Don't We locked down. They've done well for themselves these last few years, gaining more exposure with every passing day. It wasn't rare to see them preforming in bigger venues or on well-known stages.

Although the look of determination hiding in his eyes told me otherwise. I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"You heard my parents are hosting yet another charity gala right," He directs his question at Ivette, his body splaying on the bench. Forcing his thigh to be pressed against mine.

"Yeah, for the Everett Animal Hospital Right?" Ivette falls into conversation with him like they're long-lost friends. "Yep, that's the one." He pops the 'p' out disinterest about the organization.

"Didn't they stop accepting clients because they're low staffed?" I ask,

"Gianna was saying something like that the other day." Ivette's younger sister volunteered there as much as she could outside her busy school schedule.

"Good thing my parents are the prime donors of that place" He shrugs as if money overweighted the employees.

I scoffed at the ignorance he possessed; God forbid he knew what it was like to live a normal life. There was no point in explaining that the animal hospital needed more than just money. It'd just be a waste of air, in one ear out the other.

"You taking Seavey?"

"I couldn't imagine going with anyone else. Why? Does he have other plans I'm unaware of?" Ivette pries aggressively. Needing to know if the man she devoted her time to is fishing in a different pond. I fight the urge to smack the day lights out of him.

Did he have any awareness for the people around him?

"God no, that kid is absolutely done for when it comes to you." He seems to be amused at the thought of his best friend having the ability to cheat.

Maybe he did.

"Good." A glint of pride dips into her gaze. "Are you planning on taking Yelena?"

Yelena Wren. Psych major who worked for everything she got but could never say no to a good party and a few drinks. I didn't know her too well, but I enjoyed the few conversations we've shared in class. She deserved more than what Jonah was willing to give her.

"Nah, I want something different this time around?"

"I need to know who stole your attention." She's eager and I laugh just looking at her, always ready to hear the latest drama.

Jonah's head falls in my direction and his eyes grow darker with each passing second. He's out of his goddamn mind, it sure as hell ain't stable if this motherfucker is referring to me. Ivette is speechless and her brain seems to be buffering.

"Absolutely not, Marais." I seethe still processing this entirely situation.

"Come on Princess. Quiet pretending. I know you wanted me in high school." He winks pulling his lip in with his teeth, I swallow the bile rising in my throat.

How the fuck did he get that information from? Although it was true, I did for a fraction of my teen years want to know what his hair felt like between my fingers. I'd never verbally admit it to him, besides it's purely irrelevant now. Plus, that was before I experienced firsthand who that boy really was and still is.

"You're disgusting." I spat,

"Perfect. I'll see you in two weeks." He nodded at Ivette and removes himself from the booth, I stare at the parasite until he gathers himself into his pristine tesla across the street

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"Holy shit!" Ivette musters up after a forty-five-minute commute to her lavish penthouse apartment. Falling back into her velvet lavender sofa set in the middle of her living space.

I do something similar on her second couch, staring up at the high white ceiling as if it had all the answer to the universe, "I suspected you had put him up to this." I start and I hear her movement as she shoots up. "..But your reaction was too genuine. The look of pure shook was written there as if Jonah himself shot you with a bullet."

"Not a bullet, he hit me with a fucking nuke."

"You had no idea?" I ask, there was a slim possibility she had been milking her reacting. The girl was a theatre major after all.

"Not a goddamn idea" she says, and I swear I could hear the shock still lingering in her words.

"Daniel hasn't said anything?"

"Nothing, but-" She cuts herself and it catches my attention.

I roll onto my stomach wanting to what has her gears stuttering. A blank expression splayed on her face, and I know she's trying to cover something up.

"What is it?" my question is so urgent it comes off as a demand,

"I just always thought he had a thing for you." Her tone is calm and soft, shrugging her shoulders and I don't take any of her words seriously. It was absurd just thinking about, "Whenever you came to their bar gigs I saw the way he watched you," A shiver crawls up my spine and causing shudders to cast over my entire body. "Then in conversation he seems to remember the smallest details I share about you. And brings them up several weeks or months later. It nothing too personal, just like...your favourite canvas brand or the types of colours you prefer. It's cute"

I feel as if an uninvited guess welcomed themselves into my mind and saw parts of me I kept hidden. I felt completely vulnerable. I didn't feel that way about Corbyn or Zach, so why the fuck did he have that effect on me?

"It's all just a game to him Vette," I say laying my head upon the cushions.

"Maybe," she says dismissively and somehow, I sensed she didn't mean it.

"Trust me. I'm just a flavour he hasn't had the pleasure of devouring.'

"Yeah? And what's that?" Amusement laces in her eyes,

"Uninterest."

#jonah marais imagine #jonah marais fic #jonah marais #why don't we imagines #why don't we fics #why don't we #wdw imagines #wdw fics #danie seavey #jonahaesthetic

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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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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.”

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

please do not repost, reproduce, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way. thank you!

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