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lex-the-flex · 8 months

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In Front of You

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Summary: Caught in the middle of the crossfire, you are ready to do anything for your team – especially for the man who cares for you the most.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, (make-out session) descriptions of injuries, talks of virus and needles, sensations of pain, cursing, action and violence, and character death.

A/N: I can’t believe I haven’t written anything for Leon since Death Island came out! I ADORED that movie and everyone in it!

Tip-toeing through the dark and damp hallways, you could practically hear the pounding rhythm of your heartbeat in your ears. Guiding your flashlight along the isolated cell blocks, everything seems still and quiet. Preparing to turn the corner, the panicked sounds of your team – your friends fill the empty halls, and you sprint like your life depended on it.

Catching up to Jill and Leon, you find them crouched in front of a set of dimly lit cells where both Claire and Chris Redfield are being held.

"Leon? Jill!" You call out, shining your light toward them.

Joining your team members at the cells, you grip the thick iron bars, and gaze at the sudden withered state of the siblings.

"Oh my God, you guys are so pale." Jill says, shifting her gaze from Chris to Claire.

Reaching through the bars, you work quickly to feel Chris' forehead, only to discover that he, like Claire is significantly hotter than a sunburn.

"And you're burning up so fast." You state, rushing to Claire's side in the separate cell.

"Hurry, get us out of here!" A third man shouts in the dark. begging for one of you to open the door.

Realizing that this man isn't infected, Leon clocks in on who he is within seconds.

"Son of a bitch, Antonio Taylor." He announces with a hint of annoyance.

"What are you talking about?" Claire questions in between staggered breaths, trying to remain calm.

"This scumbag's wanted for leaking national secrets to the enemies of the U.S. of A. Y/N and I were supposed to bring him in for questioning." Leon explains, glancing down at you as you tend to Claire.

Suddenly, the prison lights come on, and both Leon and Jill aim their guns in any direction they can. Removing your pistol from your holster, you sink back over to Chris to re-check his temperature.

"Welcome to Alcatraz. It's an honor to have you all here, together. Please, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Dylan Blake." The mad man known as Dylan begins explaining from an upper row of cells joined by none other than Maria Gómez.

Standing from your position on the floor, you aim for Maria, as the feeling of some unresolved revenge starts to creep up your spine.

"I bet you're how people are being infected without being bitten. The answer is simple: my prototype bio-drones." Dylan finishes, crossing his arms.

From the corner of your eye, the faintest buzzing noise whips past your face, and heads straight for Leon. Acting on your feet, you shove Leon out of the way, and a sharp, stinging pain erupts on the side of your neck, and you drop your pistol.

Landing on your side, the flashlights beam illuminates the shiny style of Maria's slick greyish and purple jumpsuit just as she jumps down from the upper cell block.

"Well, that was... unexpected. It's very brave of you, Miss L/N to put your life on the line for someone you love." Dylan mocks you, leaning forward on his cane.

Leaning over your shivering physique, a cruel smirk fills Maria's dark lips as you writhe on the cement floor. Aiming your pistol at the woman, Maria kicks you into the bars, causing you to scream. Silently wincing, both Chris and Claire feel your pain with you while they listen to your gasping for air.

“Y/N, don't. Save your strength!” Chris weakly calls out, forcing himself to sit up from his spot on the wall.

Groaning in pain, even your teeth ache as you lean against the bars, hoping for any kind of relief.

"I get it now. All this tech, even the virus, you got it all from Arias. That's why she's here, isn't it?" Leon asks, turning to Maria.

"Of course, Mr. Kennedy. I thought that after you murdered poor Maria’s father, that I’d settle the score. For both of us. It’s rather fitting, don’t you think? To see the woman you love be torn apart in front of your eyes, just as she once witnessed with you.” Dylan interprets, hinting at his own years of research.

“Fuck you, Blake! You don’t get to decide the course of our lives!” You shout in retaliation to no avail.

Leaving Jill with a warning, Dylan leaves the vast hallways of cell blocks, allowing Maria to finally get her hands dirty. Moving to protect you, Leon throws a flash bang, allowing Jill to make her quick escape to the armory.

*****

"Why'd you do that Y/N? That drone was meant for me, sweetheart." Leon asks, crouching down to your level.

Taking your face in his hands, a faint laugh leaves your chapped lips.

"I told you I'd owe you one. You took the Plaga for me, remember? So I did what I thought was right; finally paying off the debt." You explain through a series of whimpers.

"Oh, honey. That was eleven years ago. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you." Leon replies, gently stroking your cheek.

"He's right, Y/N. Then the Graham's wouldn't be safe. You and Leon could've died if it wasn't for your actions. You were fast, and both of you kept Ashley safe." Chris explains, making the long weight rise off of your chest.

"Yeah, we did our job. It may not be the best life, but our life. All of our lives." Leon announces, looking around to his friends and Taylor.

Taking your hand in his, you sit up against the bars, and sweat starts to pool on your forehead.

"I love you." Leon whispers before you, and a single tear drips from your e/c orb.

Shortly after his declaration, Rebecca arrives with a case of fresh vaccines. Injecting you with the medicine, Leon helps you to your feet, where the two of you prepare to face a bigger threat.

*****

Making your way to the control room, you and Leon observe the water starting to rise in the armory.

"Why's he letting all the water in?" Leon asks.

"I don't know. Maybe for the drones?" You reply, leaning against the monitors.

"You okay?" He asks, hovering his hand above your shoulder.

"Yeah, this stuff works wonders. You should try it." You joke with a smile.

"I'll take your word for it." Leon responds with a smirk.

Glancing behind his shoulder, your miniscule peaceful moment is interrupted by the sound of heels entering the room.

"I'm glad the virus didn't kill you both. I wanted to be the one to do it." Maria announces, standing firm on the stairs below.

"You don't always get what you want. Trust me." Leon projects, turning to face Maria.

Smirking, Maria kicks a computer screen from a pillar, and Leon dodges the fast moving object. Jumping for him, Maria punches Leon without any effort, and smashes him against the slanted single row of desks.

"This is for my father!!" Maria yells, lowering a jagged piece of a metal pipe towards Leon's face.

"He was Arias's guard dog. You were his bitch!" Leon retaliates, moving the pipe away from his face.

Feeling your strength return, you throw yourself into Maria's body, catching her with both of your arms. Colliding with her into a glass drawing board, your legs hit the small stair rail, forcing you to roll into your landing.

Struggling to your feet, Leon equips his Sentinel 9 and fires a few rounds at Maria, to which she dodges with a fierce kick to a desk chair. Launching herself towards Leon, Maria wraps her body around his bulletproof suit, and tries anything to disarm him.

Slamming Leon to the ground, Maria holds him in a headlock, desperate to take her revenge, but not before you finally shoot her in the left shoulder. Releasing Leon from her grip, she turns to face you with nothing but rage filling her eyes.

"You've been nothing but a thorn in my side! I've thought about nothing else but snapping that pretty neck of yours for over a year!" Maria shouts, pacing towards you.

"Yeah well, you're gonna have to try a lot harder than that!" You protest, shooting at Maria once more.

Working together, you and Leon quickly overpower Maria whilst as your stamina returns to your form. Taking a few more punches, Leon decides that enough is enough, and he kicks Maria out of sight. Crawling to you, Leon offers his reassuring touch to your back, until a worried expression fills your face.

Witnessing the sight of Maria being impaled by one of the glass board stands, she slowly walks from the metal stand, freeing herself. Standing to protect you, Leon pumps his arms one final time, but instead of making one last move, Maria falls to the ground; dead.

Standing in the room, a series of gasps and pants leave your lips, as the two of you try to cool down from the whole encounter. However, Leon rushes towards you and clasps his hands around your face. Frantically pressing his pink lips on yours, he moves at an ungodly pace, capturing your taste in his mouth.

A low growl escapes his chest as he backs up into an unbroken pillar and he moves his lips down to your neck, preparing to leave a mark, reminding everyone who you belonged to.

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cheshirebitch · 1 month

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𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕘

Alastor x Reader (Oneshot)

It has been sixteen whole days since I last had a conversation with Alastor. It made me feel like I needed a cigarette or two because no matter how long I resist the temptation, I will always lose. Sixteen whole days since I last saw how he can have a genuine smile, how soft he could get, feel his gentle touches, and oh my stars do I miss it.

I walked past him again as he walked the other way in the hotel, our shoulders almost brushing each other. Both our eyes remained looking forward as we ignored each other’s existence. I wanted to stop walking and turn to look at him. It was just a small glance that I was wishing for but my mind wouldn’t allow it. Instead, I tightened my hold on the papers in my hand as I carefully walked to my office, softly closing the door behind me. As my fingers drifted down the black wood door, all I could think of was all the times he carefully drag his claws against my skin, the feeling of his human hands pushing my hair out of the way for him to put a necklace on me, the feeling of him braiding my hair after a hard day.

A tear dropped onto my cheek, cold and damp. Then another dripped down.

“Why can’t I let go of this?” I have done the math over and over in my head, there was just no way for him to ever consider us again. It was all just a misunderstanding but his stupid stubbornness and thick headed nature is blocking it.

My black leather chair squeaked slightly as I dragged myself towards my desk covered in papers. I slowly sorted through them all as I let my brain wander to old memories of Alastor and I. Sniffling and the sound of papers moving sounded loud without the sound of his broadcast in my office. My eyes landed on the radio in the corner of my room, and as I stared at it, I realized it was just as painful to see. My fingers were holding it tightly and before I knew it, I placed it on the ground outside of my office. When I stood up, Alastor was rounding the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. My tear stained face, his radio I used to always only have on his radio broadcast, and my shaky hands. A deep breath of air and a small sad smile as I gently shut my office door again.

My head rested on the door as I closed my eyes and cried silently for a moment, turning back around to continue my paperwork. Then he was standing behind my desk, his staff abandoned in the corner of the room where his radio once was. But as I glanced, I noticed the radio was back.

“Mon Cher…” It was his normal voice, the one I missed so dearly from our days alive. My lip quivered and chills ran down my body. He tensed at my reaction.

”Mi Amor…” Red claws tightened their hold, his back straightening before all of it melted out of his body. His smile twitched.

“It hurts to be something, but it’s worse to be nothing with you.” I breathed out, referencing how we have been treating each other.

“I apologize for causing unnecessary heartache, Mon Cher. I’m willing to listen if you’ll allow it.” My hands twitched, should I? It has been painful for him to just feel betrayed by me, for not understanding when I first tried to explain everything. I just didn’t want him to feel guilty but instead I ripped us apart.

”Will you listen this time or am I better off trying to get back into heaven?” His eyes started to switch into two emotions, regret and sadness. He walked around the desk and slowly reached his hand out to my cheek, wiping a stray tear.

”Please.” Patient crimson eyes danced with my scared eyes.

”When I saw you get shot and mauled by those hunting dogs, I fought the hunter. I begged him to call off his dogs, that you were a human and not a wild animal. By the time we got the dogs pulled off of you, you just didn’t look like you. It was- it was horrible.” My voice broke at the word horrible. My fingers played with his free hand as he was running his other in my hair.

“I tried begging the paramedics to bring you back, even though I knew there was nothing they could do. My heart shattered and remained broken till the day I died, three months after your death. I went out to where you died every night. That’s where I met the same fate as you, I got shot by another hunter.” A breathy laugh left my body as Alastor’s lip curled up in anger towards the hunter who took my life, knowing that bastard was also in hell with us.

”When I woke up, I was in heaven. I got to talk to your mother. She really was as lovely as you described, and boy does she miss her son.” Alastor’s mean mug face wiped into one of grief. I knew how much he loved his mother and wished we could have met.

“After a couple months searching for you in heaven, I found out you were in hell. Then, when I begged to be sent to hell, they refused relentlessly. That was till I found out how to become a fallen angel, and I fell. I’m so sorry, Mi Amor. I should’ve told you the day I fell. I should’ve searched harder for you before I tried to make a deal with Vox.” Tears were falling from my eyes, I couldn’t help but feel that anxiety and heartbreak all over again. The man in front of me didn’t look like my Alastor but still did in an evil way. My hands held his face in mine. Alastor gripped me into a tight embrace as he held me.

“I forgive you for not speaking the truth sooner dear, but please never leave my side again. If you have to ever sell your soul, make sure it is only to me.” I nodded my head as I breathed in his cologne. I missed it for so many months, months that felt like years. My wings spread out behind me before wrapping themselves around Alastor and I.

“I missed you so much.” I whispered against his chest. He kissed my forehead before whispering back, “I missed you most, Mon Cher. Forgive me for being a stubborn old stag.”

(As always, characters belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! Just a short angst Drabble I thought of while listening to the song ‘Promise’ by Laufey. I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day <3!)

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lilacsbeeswax · 1 year

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For regulus x potter reader maybe write something about how regulus shows up to the potters in the middle of the night like how Sirius did and he only asks for the reader bc he’s very upset but they didn’t want to make their relationship public so James is like wtf

Name: Safety

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Fluff

Warnings: secret relationship, language, written during 3 separate 12 am writing sessions, kinda bad ending, possible inaccuracy, Regulus and Sirius’ parents :(, crying, use of Y/n, running away

Notes: I love the requests you sent in they are both beautiful and make me want to burst into tears right on spot. I hope you enjoy! 💕

“Alright kiddos,” My dad groans as he gets up from his spot on the couch, “I’m gonna go to bed. You can stay up a bit longer but, please, don’t cause harm to anything, okay?”

“Yeah, James, no more fires,” I quip, jokingly scowling at my older brother.

“That was one time!” James cries, obviously offended.

“I’m talking to you too, Y/n Potter, you both bring chaos into this house and I’m not looking to put out another fire at 3 in the morning,” Dad replies as he exits the room.

I turn to James and then look towards the pile of board and card games that we’ve collected over the years, “Uno?” I ask.

“Obviously,” He answers with a smirk.

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“Oh! You bitch!” James yells as I set down a wild draw four, forcing him to add 4 more cards to his 18 others.

knock... knock... knock... A rap sounds from the front door making both of our heads turn, who could be here at this time of night?

“I’ll get it,” James sighs as he stands up. “Grab your wand in case it’s a murderer and I need backup.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but grab my wand from the side table nonetheless. These days you never know who could be lurking around the corner.

In the entryway, the front door creaks, and I hear James exclaim with a strange amount of abhorrence in his tone, “What are you doing here?”

The voice that follows makes me stand up and I have to physically restrain myself from running straight toward it. I, instead, creep to the door overhearing every strained word, “I just need to see Y/n. I have to see her, please.”

I turn the corner to see Regulus Black standing on the covered porch with tear-stained cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. He looks at me and his eyes light up, like a child receiving candy. He steps forward but stops himself from going any further obviously contemplating whether or not he should step in.

“Regulus? Are you okay?” I ask, rushing over to him and grabbing his face with both hands, searching for any sign of harm. He sets his hand onto one of my own and leans his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, seemingly relieved.

“I’m so sorry, I just can’t do this without you,” He says as his voice quivers.

“It’s alright, lovey,” I reply, moving the hand he isn’t holding to run my fingers through his curls. “You can always come to me and I will be there, I promise.”

I lean in and kiss his lips savoring every second of the closeness. When we separate, I move to pull him into a long hug, his body is tense but melts into mine. It may be cliche but it feels like it’s only the two of us at this moment, unfortunately, it is not. James clears his throat and inquires, “What the fuck is happening?”

I separate from Regulus and step in front of him watching James shut the front door and walk back to the living room. We follow and observe him as he drops himself onto the couch and runs a hand over his face. James utters, “Well, are either of you going to explain, or do I just have to assume?”

“Well,” I begin, nervous for James’s reaction, “Regulus and I have been- well… dating for the past year or so.”

James opens his mouth as I try to speak but immediately closes it again, he repeats the cycle until he states, “Okay. Why are you here then, Black?”

“I, uh, it got really bad at Grimmauld Place earlier,” Regulus replies, looking down towards his feet. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Where’s Sirius?” James asks quickly, more worried about his best friend than anyone else.

“I don’t know, he didn’t come home last night, he only left behind a note that said, ‘later bitches’. They didn’t believe me when I told them I don’t know where he went,” Regulus answers grimly, I grab his hand when I notice his eyes start watering.

“Alright, don’t think we’re done talking about this, because we’re not, but I’m gonna go look for Sirius. Get him some tea or something and don’t be gross, I’ll be back soon,” James sighs and runs to the fireplace. Regulus and I observe as he grabs a handful of Floo powder and steps in. He slams the powder down and exclaims an address then immediately disappears leaving behind only ash and green flames.

I sit down on the couch with Regulus and bring him into a big bear hug, knowing he didn’t like initiating affection but needed some for the moment. He buries his face into my neck and breathes in deeply. I feel hot tears slowly drip onto my skin but I do nothing but move a hand up to his curls.

“Thank you for being here,” Regulus mumbles.

I respond, “I will always be here, my love for you is eternal.”

He leans back looking me in the eyes, “I will forever love you, Y/n. You are the stars in my galaxy.” I look into his red-rimmed, glossy eyes smiling at him. He chuckles, “If he wasn’t so worried about Sirius, James would be kicking my ass right about now.”

“I hope that he would keep the ass-kicking to a minimum,” I laugh, knowing the worst James would do is ignore me for a few hours until giving up because he got bored. “Besides I’d save you from him.”

“Would you now?” He entertains, life coming back to his features as we talk.

“Of course, I love you too much to let you be ended by, James, of all people.”

“Merlin, what are we going to do?” Regulus groans, “By the time they get here Sirius and James will have decided whether they will speak to us ever again.”

“We will do what we’ve been doing this entire time, this is none of their business,” I quip, “Besides, you’re staying here from now on whether they like it or not.”

“Really?” He questions, “Can I?”

“Of course, I’ll talk to my mom and we’ll sort it out. You will never have to go back there again,” I reply, strength filling my words.

I don’t ask what happened that night, but based on the past I can infer what he’s been through. If I can help it, I will never Regulus go through that again.

I never did.

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thegettingbyp2 · 1 year

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Yes, You Can

Requested by - @queenraptor2018

Part 2 of I Could Recognise You Anywhere

You noticed two things when you came around; 1) you were lying flat on your back and 2) there was a dull throbbing pain in the side of your neck. Bringing your hand up to lightly touch your neck, you couldn’t help the sharp gasp that left your throat when you pulled your hand away to reveal a couple dots of blood staining your fingertips.

‘You’re awake?’ a familiar voice spoke from your side, relief colouring the voice. You turned your head gingerly to see Jasper sitting on the floor, knees drawn to his chest and his hands tightly gripping his hair as he watched you cautiously. Looking at him made all the memories of before you passed out flood back to you and you sat up and quickly pressed your back against the wall opposite Jasper, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

‘You bit me?’ you said, your voice coming out as a question.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Jasper replied and even though you knew you should be scared, you couldn’t help your heart break a little at how broken he sounded. ‘You were bleeding and I still haven’t fully gotten control of myself yet and I thought about how you’re mine and the next thing I knew, you were passed out and I was terrified I’d killed you.’

‘What happened to you, Jas?’ you asked, watching as his eyes closed painfully as you used your old childhood nickname for him. You sat in rapt silence as Jasper explained to you about meeting Maria and what she did to him but you still couldn’t bring yourself to be scared. If anything, you’d felt a rush of heat between your legs when you heard him say that you were his.

‘Everything’s changed now, (Y/N),’ he whispered, his eyes staring into yours with a haunted expression. ‘Nothing can be the same anymore.’

‘That’s not true,’ you said, moving closer to him until you were practically seated in his lap. Your hand came up to cup his jaw, a shiver quickly running through you at the feel of his ice-cold skin against your palm. ‘Just like you said, I’m still yours, that’s never going to change.’

You leaned in slightly with the intention of pressing your lips against his, only to be stopped by Jasper’s hands holding you at arm’s length away. ‘(Y/N), I can’t. I want to, I really do, but I can’t,’ he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

‘Yes, you can. I trust you,’ you whispered back before leaning in to gently brush your lips across his. Almost as if a switch flipped in him, the next thing you knew Jasper had you pressed up against the wall, his mouth pressing insistently against yours, his tongue snaking into your mouth, the both of you groaning into the others mouths.

‘I need you,’ Jasper moaned into your mouth, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your trousers.

‘Then take me,’ you replied simply, your own hands making quick work of his belt and pushing his trousers down enough to free his cock, a small whimper escaping your throat when you realised that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

Jasper pressed a gentle kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder before pressing his forehead against your skin as he slowly pushed into you, making sure that he wouldn’t hurt you, still not used to his new-found strength. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he began to slowly thrust.

‘Jasper, please,’ you whimpered brokenly, needing more, ‘I won’t break, I promise.’

That seemed to be all Jasper needed to hear because as soon as the words left your mouth, Jasper’s hips started to move at an inhuman pace against yours and your head hit the wall behind you with a heavy thunk as moans that were impossible to quieten erupted from your body.

Jasper’s head was buried in your neck and the shaking of his body against yours told you that he was using every bit of strength in his body to not bite you again. You slid your hands up his back until your fingers were tangled in his hair. ‘Bite me,’ you managed to speak through a moan, causing Jasper’s head to snap up to meet your eyes as his thrusts slowed.

‘What? No, (Y/N), I could lose control. I could kill you. I can’t.’ He said, fear written in his eyes.

‘Yes, Jasper you can, you’ll be fine. I trust you!’

Jasper’s hips began to snap into yours once again before you felt a sharp pain in your neck as his teeth sunk into your skin and that was all it took for the both of you to reach the end, falling into each other simultaneously as you let your orgasms wash over your body. Pulling away from your neck, you saw blood coating the corners of his lips and, not sure of what washed over you, you pressed your lips against his again.

The look on Jaspers face when you pulled away wore an expression that you could only describe as pure adoration and in that moment, you both knew that everything was going to be okay.

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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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Hii I was abit nerbous requesting this cause it’s my first time requesting a fic from you but I would love to see a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about after the reader takes the poly juice potion to be professor black the reader decides to pull a prank on Sebastian and scare him as professor black while making the weirdest convo while talking to him(you can decide whatever this can be) Sebastian is just flabbergasted and after the poly juice potion wears off the reader can’t help but cackle when she encounters Sebastian who goes on a rant about professor black and the reader admits it was her and not actually professor black the reader decides to leave Sebastian hanging as she makes a run for it and Sebastian chases her the moment she runs and after he grabs her he corners the reader and in close proximity tells the reader that she has a lot to explain and this causes a really wholesome kiss between the both (sorry if this is long I wasn’t trying to make it long😭 but it would make my absolute day seeing you do this request)

I was just laughing to myself as I wrote this, I'm so funny let me tell you.

Polyjuice (S.S)

Leander is here getting bullied because I can't help myself. Ominis has been corrupted into joining you in pranks, he played a very important role in embarrassing Sebastian. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I hope you enjoy <3

You giggled to yourself as you stirred the cauldron, placing the small tuff of hair you had somehow managed to take from Professor Sharp into the mixture, watching it change colours instantly. “This is going to be brilliant, Ominis!” You said, lifting your head to smile at Ominis, who shook his head as he tried to hide a smile. “I’d be surprised if you managed to make it ten minutes into this plan of yours, let alone into the hall.” You smiled as you poured the mixture into a cup, shaking your head in anticipation. “I’ll make it work; don’t you worry. Do we have everything here? Robes, items of interest, things like that?” You asked, watching Ominis nod as he pointed to where he had left what you requested. He had no idea how you managed to bring him into such a scheme, but there he was as he listened to you as you went through your plan, smirking when you brought up your endgame. “Sebastian’s not going to know what hit him, just you wait. I can see his face now; red, probably embarrassed, he won’t be able to look Sharp in the eye for weeks!” You giggled to yourself as thought about it, glancing over at Ominis to see him smile. “Bottoms up, I suppose.” With that, you tipped the cup to your lips and downed the liquid, gagging a bit at the sour taste. Ominis frowned as he listened to you react to the potion, glad that he was unable to witness the horror that would be you morphing into one of your teachers.

“That went better than expected.” Sharp’s voice echoed through the Undercroft, which startled Ominis for a quick moment. “Well, you certainly sound like him.” He breathed, a slight huff escaping him. You laughed; it felt unnatural to hear Sharps voice mimic your own, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing more. “Now you sound like someone dosed Sharp with something. If you hope to get away with this, you need to act like the professor.” Ominis said, shaking his head. You finished changing your robe and grabbing what you needed from the floor, taking a breath as you tried to get into character. “Right, thank you for your helpful insight, Mr. Gaunt.” Ominis cleared his throat as he tried to hold back a laugh, shaking his head. “It’s unsettling how quickly you switched up, I have half the mind to believe that Sharp was here, if it wasn’t for the fact that I heard your voice a few minutes ago.” You frowned playfully as you took a few steps around, trying to match your gait with the professor’s before you headed out. “Do I sound like him when I walk, Ominis?” You asked, turning to walk over to him as he furrowed his brows. “It seems like you have his walk, I can only assume that to anyone else, you are the professor.” You smiled, moving to leave the Undercroft. “Perfect, I shall be back when my plan is done.” “I fear for anyone that comes in contact with you.”

You walked down the halls, speaking with a student every now and then as you searched for certain students, careful to avoid the actual Professor Sharp. You turned down a hall as you narrowed your eyes, landing on the head of Leander, who stood on the side as he spoke to some of his friends. Smiling to yourself, you walked over and stood behind him, raising a brow as you listened to him talk. You had arrived mid-conversation, and only caught Leander talking about some Slytherin students when his friends motioned for him to turn around. Leander looked up at you with wide eyes, the colour draining from his face. “Mr. Prewett.” You said, looking down at him. He frowned slightly as he tried to avoid your gaze. “Professor Sharp, hello.” You held your composure as you continued to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get some of that potion on you yesterday?” Leander furrowed his brows, unsure what to say. “The potion?” “Yes, the one that you claim, “Got stuck to your robe and fell over.” Did you get any on you?” Leander nodded slightly, cheeks heating up as he remembered potions class. “Yes sir, but why do you ask?” You smirked slightly as you looked to his friends as they tried to keep straight faces. “You smell horrible. Have you not changed your robes since yesterday?” Leander’s friends snickered behind him as his face grew redder. “No sir, I didn’t think that it would smell.” “It does, I suggest you fix it quickly before another professor gives you detention for being unhygienic.” You turned away from him and began walking away, smiling to yourself as you listened to Leander mutter to himself and sprint away to his dorm.

You continued down the halls as you searched for your final victim, who sat alone in the courtyard reading a book. You shook your hands slightly in excitement before you walked through the doors, walked right up to Sebastian. “Mr. Sallow, I’m glad I found you here.” You said, startling Sebastian as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Professor? Were you looking for me?” You nodded as Sebastian stood and put his book into his bag, confused. “Indeed. I had some concerns after yesterday's Potions class that I thought I should address.” “Concerns?” Sebastian asked, frowning. You nodded, looking around the empty courtyard. “All by yourself today?” He nodded, still confused. “Rather unusual, given your closeness with Miss L/N and Mr. Gaunt.” You watched Sebastian closely as his cheeks heated slightly, shaking his head as he shrugged his shoulders. “They were busy, figured I could use some time alone to catch up on some reading.” You smirked as you nodded.

“My concerns from potions class pertain to your closeness with y/n. I have half the mind to separate you two, so you get your work done more efficiently. Can’t have you two distracting each other.” You said, turning away from Sebastian to hide the smile that fought its way to your lips. Sebastian stuttered, his face heating up more as he watched you in confusion. “I don’t understand. What do you mean by distracting?” You shook your head, trying to form a frown to fight your smirk. “I mean, Mr. Sallow, that I don’t want your girlfriend blowing herself up because you wanted to show-off.” You forced the frown to stay as you turned back to Sebastian. You watched his face become even more red as he tried to stutter out that you were not, in fact, his girlfriend. “Ah, so Miss l/n isn’t your girlfriend?” You asked, smirking at Sebastian as he shook his head frantically. “A word of advice then, Mr. Sallow. Become a better actor.” He looked up at you with furrowed brows, confused. “By that I mean, stop acting smitten with her. You have half the castle believing that you were together.” You turned again, fighting your smirk from becoming a big smile.

“I do not act like I’m…smitten!” Sebastian said, frowning in embarrassment. You shook your head as you looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. “Of course, my mistake. Another thing, however.” You reached into your pocket as your fingers grasped around the fabric as you smirked. “Perhaps you should keep better track of your clothing, as well.” You tossed the cloth to Sebastian, watching his thought narrow as he caught it. His eyes widened as his face grew hot, staring at the boxers that sat in his hands. “It’s rather weird to have your initials on your undergarments, but perhaps you deal with this problem often?” Sebastian stuttered as he watched you walk away in horror, unable to speak as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. You quickly walked down the halls as you made your escape, feeling the potion wear off as you hid in one of the off-limits restrooms. You laughed quietly to yourself as you changed back to your normal state, tears in your eyes as you replayed the events. You had to thank Ominis for the boxers when you returned.

You roamed the halls casually as you passed by students, making your way back to the Undercroft with a smile on your face. You smiled as you greeted Sharp as you walked by, who greeted you in return as he spoke to another professor. You smirked to yourself as you passed by Leander, who had changed into fresh robes as he talked to his friends, asking them if he still smelled weird. You turned a corner as you spotted the entrance to the Undercroft, looking around before you quickly disappeared. You tiptoed across the ground as you smirked to yourself, hearing Sebastian’s loud voice echo off the walls.

“I can’t look him in the eye ever again, do you understand? How can I walk into the class now after this?” Sebastian shouted, head in his hands, as he sat down. You watched Ominis as he smiled, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he listened to Sebastian. You walked closer, clearing your throat as you hid a smile. “Sebastian? Are you alright?” You asked, standing in front of him as he shook his head. “No! I am not alright!” He shouted, looking up at you with red cheeks. You bit your lip as you held back a laugh, forcing a frown as you looked over at Ominis, who only shook his head as he continued to shake. “Well, what happened then?” You asked, patting his head in hopes of trying to comfort him. He sighed as he pulled the boxers from his robe pocket. “This! Sharp had it for some reason! He handed them back to me, it was horrible! I don’t understand how he even got his hands on them!” You broke a bit as a small laugh left your lips, quickly bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “It’s not funny! It’s horrible!” He shouted, his voice breaking slightly. You nodded, biting your lip harder. “Of course, you’re right. Was that all?” You asked, watching Ominis from the corner of your eye as he covered his mouth. “He- he said I was bad at acting!” You furrowed your brows as you looked at him. “I mean, he said we were dating, and that I was bad at hiding it!”

You couldn’t hold yourself together as your shoulders shook as you laughed. Sebastian watched you as you bent over, holding your sides as you laughed, confused. You felt tears in your eyes once again as your uncontrollable laughter got louder, unable to look at Sebastian. “It’s not funny! Why are you laughing?” You sucked in a few breaths as you looked at him, backing away a bit as you tried to speak. “I- I used Polyjuice to trick you. It’s rather hilarious! Your face!” You gasped, laughing harder as you confessed. “You what!?” Sebastian stood; brows furrowed as he made his way towards you. You quickly straightened up as your eyes widened, quickly running away as you continued to laugh to yourself. “Get back here!” You heard Sebastian shout, running after you as you left the Undercroft.

You shouted behind you as you ran, seeing Sebastian behind you. “I’m sorry! I swear!” You giggled as you ran around a corner, almost hitting the wall in front of you as you panted. Sebastian came up behind you in a second, grabbing you and pushing you against the wall as you continued to laugh. You tried to catch your breath as he stared you down, brows furrowed as he waited. “You got me, I’m a criminal.” You breathed, unable to stop yourself from chuckling again. Sebastian sighed as he placed his hands on either side of your head, staring into your eyes. You tried to hold in a laugh as you studied his face, his freckled cheeks still red; whether it was from embarrassment, anger, fatigue, or all three, you didn’t know. “Care you explain yourself?” He whispered, quirking a brow as you brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your smile. “I’m sorry?” You whispered, your shoulders shaking once again. Sebastian sighed as he waited for you to calm down. You looked into his eyes as you smiled softly, scrunching your nose as you spoke. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.” His face heated up, causing you to smile more. “See? So cute.” “You’re not getting out of this by being cute.” Sebastian said, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to hold back a smile. “But I’m not the one being cute.”

“Where did you get my boxers?” Sebastian asked, frowning as you shrugged. “I asked Ominis to get them, thought it would be funny.” He scoffed as he shook his head. “You’re a nuisance. Pretending to be Sharp? You could have gotten detention.” You shrugged again, smirking. “But I didn’t. Ten points to me.” Sebastian smirked at you, taking a hand, and flicking you in the forehead. You quickly brought your hand up to where he got you, pouting. “Ow! Is that anyway to treat your non-girlfriend?” Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek, pondering. “Do you want me to kiss it better, then?” “Absolutely not. What am I, seven?” He sighed as he smiled, taking a glance into your eyes before he brought his face closer to yours. You felt his nose touch your own as he whispered. “I’m a great actor, for your information.” You scoffed, closing your eyes as you smiled. “You’re really not, Mr. Smitten.” “Says the non-girlfriend.” You huffed as you opened your eyes, crossing your arms. “I’m great at acting, fooled you. Though it’s not that hard to do.” “You just don’t shut up, do you?” “Make me then.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, eyes widening as you realized what you had said. Your cheeks heated up instantly as you realized just how close you were, watching Sebastian ponder for a minute before smirking. “All right.” With that, he closed the gap, his soft lips connecting with your own. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the apple tart that he had eaten during lunch, its sweet taste making the kiss even sweeter. You brought your hand up to his hair, massaging his scalp as you played with the soft brown locks.

You brought your other hand to tap on his cheek, signaling that you needed air. Sebastian reluctantly pulled away, breathing heavily as he tried to fill his lungs with air. You smiled as you rested your forehead against your own. “Is this what you do with your non-girlfriends?” “Cheeky.” You giggled as you placed another small kiss to his lips. “You love it.” “Of course, I do.”

#sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fluff #harry potter imagine

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rereisstuff · 1 year

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TROUBLEMAKER !

summary: the kbs song festival was here and you and Jaehyun were required to do a collab, who knew that handsome man was so shy.

pairing: idol!reader x idol!jaehyun

“Jaehyun you need to control your ears, they’re so red!” Bada yelled as soon as he placed his hand in your hip and you leaned back to grab the back of his neck while pressing your back to his chest.

with a faint smile you continued with the rehearsal, while now all Jaehyun was red.

as you both are the visuals were required to do a collab stage to bring some emotion to the awards, just as SNSD’s Yoona and 2PM’s Junho do almost every year for MBC.

the song picked for you were Troublemaker, a super sexy and touchy song for total strangers.

now you were in SM’s dancing room with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen and a funny dance teacher.

“okay, i can’t with you Jaehyun” Bada exhaled as soon as the rehearsal was over and you were sharing breath with Jaehyun because of the final pose; again with a super red Jaehyun that tried to avoid your gaze.

“let’s have a 10 minute break, i’m going to get coffee i’ll bring you some”

as soon as Bada went out the room Jaehyun almost drop you to the floor causing you to laugh “i’m not sick or any of that sunbae”

“oh my god i’m sorry i’m just…i’m really nervous like, my solo stuff is always by myself and never with someone this pretty so…oh god i didn’t mean it….” Jaehyun just closed his mouth suddenly as he started to talk nonsense.

was this the man that everyone were thirsting all over tiktok when your searched it? was this the man you asked Yugyeom to arrange you a date with but he said no because he was ‘too serious’?

it must be a joke.

“you didn’t meant to say i was pretty or all the other things?” you tried to joke but he seemed close to cry of stress so you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“i’m not intimidating sunbae, i’m just a cute visual in a band of ten and i’m friends with Kim Yugyeom because we’re alike” you laugh it of causing him to faintly smile as he seemed more relaxed.

“this performance is really no personal space allowed, i think it’s a little uncomfy because we don’t know each other that well” Jaehyun scratched the back of his neck while going all red again.

you raised your eyebrow jokingly, making Jaehyun realize that he sounded as he was trying to say that the song could only be performed by having an intimate relationship.

“i didn’t meant it like that!”

“okay, it’s fine i mean we can start with having a nice dinner thursday nigh?” you inquired and even if you seemed calm during all the convo you were definitely crying of emotion in the phone with Lisa and Eunha at night.

Jaehyun exhaled, trying to think in how to explain he wasn’t doing a inappropriate invitation but gave up and nodded “i’ll pick you up, send me the address and the time”

“it’s a deal”

as in a magic trick, Bada stormed into the room again, holding a box with two iced americanos.

“okay Jaehyun, we need to film the behind the scenes so you better calm down”.

you smiled at each other and you couldn’t help to blush now.

“oh damn fine, now you too?!”

#idol au #kpop idol #nct x reader #nct fanfic #jaehyun #nct imagines

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Henchman's homework 😐📝🐕

Based on this prompt by: @heroes-villains-side-blog TW: none!

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“Supervillain ate my homework…” Henchman said flatly. They felt so stupid hearing their own words, but what else were they going to do? lie?

Professor looked up from their several piles of paperwork with a raised eyebrow. ‘Why am I doing this?’ Henchman thought. ‘Clearly Professor did not believe that, because why would they!’

“Is Supervillain your dog's name…? Or…?” Professor asked, confused.

Henchman twisted uncomfortably on the spot, their face were not really showing any clear emotions, before mumbling a small “no… ”

Professor just looked at them stunned for a while. The excuse was one thing, but the fact that the excuse was coming from Henchman of all people. That's another level. “So you are really trying to tell me that Supervillain, THE SUPERVILLAIN ate your homework?”

Henchman bit their lip, not meeting Professors eyes as they nodded. Internally they began to curse themself. ‘How am I even going to explain this without outing myself as a villain? Can’t just go all. ‘Yeah, Scientist had an experiment gone wrong making all this mess!’ This was such a dumb idea, I should have just taken the fail grade instead!’

“I… Henchman, you cannot possibly think that I can believe that?” Professor said, while trying their best not to sound too harsh on them. “Firstly, how did Supervillain even eat your homework? Or for a better question, why would Supervillain eat your homework?”

A small silence fell in-between the two as Henchman froze trying to form a single sentence. Finally there was a small nervous sound as Henchman asked them “He… he turned into a dog?”

“What?”

“A Big Dog! Giant even! Might have been one of Scientist's experiments that went badly wrong, turning Supervillain into it… or something like that… I don’t know….” Henchman added even more nerves as the professor's confused look began to stress them out. ‘Oh god this is not going to end well…’

“Ok, that is certainly an interesting story, but how did that end up with your homework being eaten?”

At those words all the color drained from Henchman’s face as they tried to find the least suspicious words they could. “Well, I… um… my home was caught in the crossfire,” they said. “I had just come home from printing my homework at the library.” Which was technically true, as they lived at Supervillain’s lair. But the library was really just the office room.

“When Supervillain just burst through the door and ate it! Before they left, running off to cause mayhem somewhere else… It was on the news!” They said before adding, “not them eating my homework! But Supervillain, as a dog, was on the news… so you might have seen it.”

“Do I look like someone that has time to watch the news recently?” Professor said as they were getting frustrated at this outlandish story.

Henchman's eyes glanced away for a second, onto the professor's desk that was filled with coffee cups and exam papers. “I guess not… hang on a moment.” Henchman said, before they dragged out their phone typing away. “Here it is,” they said, handing the phone over to Professor.

The photo cover of the article showed what looked to be a giant dog, it was towering over the hero that it was mid fighting, or playing? The dog was covered in a ripped up supersuit with but the outline and color did seem to match Supervillain’s logo on it.

There was an inaudible noise as Professor looked further into the article. “Well, that is certainly something…” they said, trying to get back on track. “HANG ON!” they suddenly yelled. “If you were printing the homework, then why didn’t you just print a new one?”

“Oh… yeah… that” Henchman said as they opened their mail styled bag bringing out what seemed to be some form of electronic junk. “Supervillain also ate my laptop. Sadly the part they ate had the harddrive on it and I had not made a backup…”

Professor stared at the laptop in disbelief for what felt like ages. The laptop that had very clear, and very giant teeth marks outlining a missing chunk. Snapping back into the present there was a small “Um, Henchman?”

“Yes, professor?”

“Why did you not start with showing me that?” they asked, trying to fold back the flood gate of questions.

“I... I did not think about that…”

#heroes and villains community #hero and villain #henchman #heroes and villains #snippet #supervillain #small snippet

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thegoldheartlocketandkey-blog · 2 months

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911 Spoilers Season 2: You’ve been warned. 😅

Episode 15-18

Episode 15

• Bank safe emergency where Hen gets trapped.

• Eddie using his military background, believes the man collapsing is caused by a nerve agent.

• During the rescue Buck is watching Eddie drill the safe door.

I feel the need to explain myself and the reason why my notes say things like Buck is watching Eddie. The entire point of this little project of mine is to dissect the concept of Buddie and my reasoning for shipping them. Which means understanding Buck and Eddie as individuals and just noting down even the smallest interactions we see on screen of them together. Yes it’s a bit unhinged I’m aware.

• Buck being Buck and doing everything he can to save Hen. Which includes aggressively driving the fire engine to create a hole in the wall.

• Eddie, Buck, Bobbie looking through the hole in the wall. I think this moment would make for a cute background photo.

• The 118 get back from the rescue. Buck and Eddie hopping out of the truck together.

• Eddie being sassy, hands on his hips when cops find the money in the truck.

• Interrogations; Buck being adorable and confused. Eddie being annoyed and sassy.

• Buck and Eddie hanging the Welcome Banner for Chimney.

• Eddie worried about money. Taking on multiple shifts for Christopher. Openly stating that Christopher is worth the struggle. Also spending $150 on surf lessons. Eddie and Shannon working on their relationship. Eddie still holding her at arms length.

• Eddie and Buck being equally as sassy with the rest of the 118, while confronting Frank the actual thief.

• Buck sitting across from Eddie when Bobby, Athena, and Hen are trying to explain the crime. Buck being confused.

Episode 16

• Bobby Begins Again. The first 5 minutes of this episode broke me.

• No Buddie.

• We are introduced to how Buck first interacted with Bobby.

• Buck and Eddie standing close together when Bobby announces he’s being investigated and can’t act as captain.

Episode 17

• Eddie, Shannon, and Christopher on the beach "Playing Family"

• Eddie is unsure of his feelings towards Shannon. If he sees her as just Christopher’s mother or is he actually in love with her.

• Shannon tells Eddie that she might be pregnant. He is completely shocked.

When I say “playing family” I don’t mean it to sound dismissive or criticizing this family dynamic. They are a family, but they are playing into what others would expect from them. The interactions Shannon and Eddie have together feels like it’s for Christopher and not necessarily for their love of each other. Shannon being the one to ask Eddie, “what is this” show cases the uncertainty in the relationship.

• Buck is freaking out about figuring out a plan to get Bobby back as Captain.

• Eddie and Buck cleaning up and rolling up hoes and putting it back into the truck.

• Buck and Eddie pressed up near each other against the fire truck.

• Eddie bringing up his situation with Shannon to Bobby.

• Chocolate factory rescue; Buck and Eddie make eye contact while trying to pull man out. Eddie catching Buck and preventing him from falling into the chocolate.

• First Bombing victim rescue; Eddie watches husband tell his wife he loves her. Eddie contemplating his relationship with Shannon even more.

• Eddie FaceTiming Shannon, says “I love you”. As he hangs up, Buck appearing out of nowhere and asking Eddie “when’s the wedding?”

• Eddie is now contemplating remarrying Shannon.

• Eddie and Shannon go out on a date. Eddie goes on to give a speech about their relationship. Eddie begins to describe their relationship as something that drags him down, but that he knows it. He’s comfortable in their relationship.

I wish I was exaggerating. Eddie really thought that the best way to confess what he believes is love and wanting to reestablish their relationship as a married couple was to say she drags him down in a weird metaphor about chocolate she obviously wouldn’t understand.

• Eddie wants to propose but Shannon wants a divorce. Shannon tells him she’s not pregnant, she was just late. Both Eddie and Shannon are easily able to talk about how much they love Christopher.

• This interaction really show cases how amazing of a father Eddie is and how it comes easier to him than being in the relationship with Shannon.

• At the car accident scene Buck is the first realizes Shannon is the injured person. (At least the first reaction we see)

• Buck tying to keep Eddie calm and away from the scene, but ultimately failing.

• Eddie saying good bye was sort of cold and distant. You can blame the military for this, if you want another explanation for the behavior. I will admit that " be silent" will always be off putting and out of place. It honestly made the moment a bit funny and took me out of any sad emotions I was feeling.

• Did the 118 kill Shannon by not intubating sooner?!

Chimney and Hen have a scene right after explaining how she was going to die regardless of what they did. But honestly it does not feel that way. The entire situation just felt like a cheap and easy way to get rid of Shannon and not include her in the overall story anymore. Personally I wish we saw Eddie and Shannon go through the divorce and maintain a healthy coparenting relationship.

• Eddie picks up Shannon’s things. Has to tell Christopher that his mother died.

• Buck is visibly worried about Eddie.

• Eddie is cryng at the beach.

So my personal head cannon is that Eddie is gay man in denial, speaking as a woman who was once in denial of her sexuality. I might make a more detailed post of closeted/denial gay Eddie, but for now I will say that I wholeheartedly believe that Eddie really did think he was in love with Shannon. He cared for her, was attracted to her, had love for her, but not actually in love with her.

Episode 18

• We meet Eddie's family. 🙁

• His parents want Eddie to move back to Texas with the ruse that Christopher needs to be close to family.

• Eddie estabishes he has a life and family in LA. His tía reenforces this point. He definitely is also talking about the 118.

• Buck is searching for an apartment with Ally.

• Live Stream rescue; Where Eddie and Buck are being shipped by viewers. Comments like “they are a cute couple” graced our screens.

• Buck trapped under the fire engine after the bomb exploded.

• Eddie death glares the bomber.

• The collateral damage comment from the bomber almost sent Eddie on attack mode.

• Eddie being the one to pull him out from under the truck.

• Eddie being along side him in the ambulance.

• Buck waking up in hospital bed to Carla.

• Buck being destroyed over the fact that he might not work again as a firefighter.

• Ally kisses Buck passionately. It’s a bit off putting because we barely saw her in the season. Their relationship was definitely off screen and implied, I liked Ally, wish we saw more of her.

• Bobbie is back as captan. Hen states "Every thing is back to how it should be " Eddie corrects her with an “Almost" in reference to Buck not being there.

• Buck chose the wrong aparment with Ally given the circumstances.

• Ally doesn’t want him to be a firefighter. They breakup because of their lifestyle differences. They end up breaking up.

• Buck getting dressed up for Eddies ceremony. He should stay home to heal but states nothing is more important than this ceremony.

• Buck only thinks he only matters as a firefighter.

• Back sitting front row for Eddie's ceremony. Buck being so proud watching Christopher walk over to Eddie with the helmet.

• Buck and Eddie hug 🥰

Something I want to note. During the montage of Eddie’s ceremony we get all these cute little clips of Eddie and Buck and Christopher individually. Laughing, hugging, messing around. My favorite thing the editors did was post a clip of Eddie eating cake and than switching over to Buck eating cake or Eddie interacting with friends and family and switching over to Buck interacting with family and friends. I can’t say that was done on purpose, but I like to believe it was.

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 fandom #911 show #buddie 911 #911 rewatch

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 9 months

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Confession II

Warning: swearing

A/N: there will 100% be another part to this but I wanted to make this chapter a big angsty with some fluff, so enjoy! Smut to follow 😉

“Oh no, oh no, oh fuck,” you mumble to yourself over and over again.

You stumble out of the bed to pull your jeans on, the room spinning. You’re pretty sure you’re still slightly drunk or your chaotic mind is just causing your body to spiral. You listen carefully for any sounds outside your door but hear nothing but silence. You hold your shoes firmly in your hand, making sure you can make a completely soundless getaway. Whether you’re still drunk or hungover, you know for a fact that you’re not ready to face Colson right now.

You peer out into the hallway as you slowly open the door, ensuring the coast is truly clear. You can hear the soft sounds of snoring coming from behind the door opposite you and you’re glad you don’t have to face any of your friends either. You’re not sure if Colson would’ve told them what you’d said and you’d really rather not know. Ignorant bliss is definitely the vibe you’re going for.

You pad quietly to the stairs and haphazardly glide your way down them. You’re fairly sure you’ve succeeded in escaping your hell on earth, when the sound of someone clearing their throat smacks you as you reach the front door. You turn with a cringe and come face to face with your worst nightmare. A very bewildered Colson stares you down, catching you again trying to sneak away. You try your best not to look like a deer in headlights.

“I think we should talk,” Colson declares in a confident tone of voice and your stomach drops.

You nod and bite your bottom lip, following him to the backyard. The sun hasn’t quite risen so you’re greeted by the most beautiful sunrise, the worst backdrop for the conversation you’re about to have. You want to make the whole situation less awkward by taking back everything you said last night but you just can’t bring yourself to say it.

“You’re awake early,” you speak for the first time since he caught you and you know by the look on his face that Colson is not in the mood for small talk.

“I never went to sleep,” he admits with an edge to his voice. “I had a lot on my mind.”

You flinch because you can definitely hear the accusation in his tone. You want to apologise and try to blame it on the alcohol but you know that won’t help the situation. You don’t know how to make it better but you’re desperate to try.

“Can we just forget the whole thing?” you beg, trying to hide your desperation. Colson’s eyes soften slightly but his jaw stays tense.

“We can’t do that and you fucking know it Y/N,” he scolds you disapprovingly. You let out a puff of air you didn’t know you were holding and brace yourself for what is about to come. “I’ve spent so much of my adult life being used by people. People that want me to help boost their career, their ego, their hunger for recognition. I’ve tried so hard to work out the users from the real people in my life and tried so hard to surround myself with people who genuinely care about me and I thought you were one of those people.”

“I-“ you start but Colson holds up his hand to silence you.

“I thought you were my friend, one of my best fucking friends, because you wanted to be. It turns out that you only wanted to be around me so you could feed some fucking sick fantasy you had of us being more than friends. You used me for your fucking hormones, to get yourself off in a fucking toilet cubicle. Do you know how dirty that makes me feel!?”

You don’t know what to say to him. He took what you said in such a twisted way that you’re not even sure how to defend yourself. Then again, in your drunken rambling, you’re not really sure how well you actually explained yourself. You’re pretty sure you used the word ‘love’ but then you did stumble into a rant about masturbating after the concert that you could’ve probably left out entirely.

“I’m sorry,” you hang your head in shame as the ramifications of your confession hits you like a tone of bricks.

In what you thought was a cute, albeit dirty revelation, you do remember saying that being friends with him was ok because it just meant to got to be around him. In what you thought was a sweet compliment, was actually a sick way of saying ‘I’ll pretend to be your friend because I like creating fantasies of us in my mind after I hang out with you’. Not the most glowing endorsement for what you treasure as a truly fulfilling friendship.

“Just fucking leave,” he mumbles, turning away from you to look at the sunrise. Your cheeks heat with shame and you stumble to your feet, collecting your belongings as quickly as you can. “You know what the worst fucking part is?” he asks you with humourless chuckle. You shake your head at his question. “If you’d told me how you felt, I probably would’ve just let you down gently and we could’ve just been really good friends because, let’s be honest with each other, you and me would never work.”

Well that fucking cuts deep.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you feel your blood boiling but you’re trying your best to stay calm.

“Oh come on honey, be serious for a moment. I’m an international musician with albums and awards and sold out stadium tours and you’re a scrappy misfit who wiggled your way into our group because we felt sorry for you.”

“Jesus Christ, Colson! You can be pissed off at me but you don’t have to be fucking cruel.”

You can feel the tears burning in your eyes. Your whole life you’ve just wanted to fit in and find your people. You finally thought you’d achieved that with your friends. He can’t really mean what he’s saying, can he? He’s just lashing out to make himself feel better about what’s happening right now. He’s not really this heartless. You know him well enough to know that he’s not a nasty person. He’s the kindest, gentlest person you’ve ever met, he’s just hurt.

“I kept you around because I felt sorry for you and I made everyone else be nice to you because of it.”

“Bullshit,” your voice cracks and you sniffle. “No, I don’t believe you.”

“Why not, silly girl?” he laughs but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Ashleigh and Sophie would never pretend to be my friend just to keep you happy.”

Suddenly, Colson is on his feet and right in your face, mere inches separating the two of you.

“Yes, they fucking would because that’s what real friends do for each other.”

“No, you’re just scared.”

“Scared? What the fuck do I have to be scared about?”

“Losing me.”

Colson scoffs with such fake indignation that it finally dawns on you exactly what he’s doing. He’s protecting himself to keep from feeling exactly what is happening. He’s losing a best friend that he believes completely betrayed him and spent their whole friendship pretending to be something it wasn’t. You see the frightened little boy behind the bravado and fake ego. You see what he is truly feeling behind those deep eyes. You immediately feel burdened with this unbelievable guilt that you’re willing to do anything to make it go away. You want to hold him, take away all the sadness he’s feeling. Literally transfer it from him to you to lessen all of his pain.

You ease yourself forward slightly, not really sure what your full plan is but relying on pure instinct to get you through. Colson eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t move himself away from you. Curiosity undercutting the frown that has taken over his face. You lightly place your hand on his cheek and he flinches away from your touch. You try to not let that bruise your ego or diminish your confidence. You lean closer to him and lightly feather your lips across his cheek, trying so hard to convey everything you’re feeling in that one small gesture. As you pull away slowly, the temptation of his lips being so close to your own is so hard to resist. You feel as though you may win the battle until his lips part slightly and you’re drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

You press your lips to his, a fire igniting inside you as your fantasy meets your reality. Your lips graze Colson’s for a few moments before he abruptly pulls away. You drop your hand and bite your bottom lip as he stares at you for a moment. You expect him to blast you again, yell at you for trying to take advantage of him in a vulnerable state but instead he reaches for your hand and pulls you flush against him.

“Do that again,” he begs you and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

You place your hand back on his cheek and you lean up on your tippy toes to slowly close the gap between your lips again. You brush your lips against his and he parts them slightly, allowing you deeper access to explore. You run your tongue along the seam of Colson’s lips and he moans into your mouth. You run your hand up his cheek and into his hair, locking your fingers into the locks of hair at the base of his head. He moans again as you tug slightly, taking the lead.

Colson wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him. You feel his whole body, every ridge, every line pressed against you. He grabs your thigh to lift your leg so that it’s against his hip and he grinds into you. You groan against his lips and he smiles, repeating the motion which drags the same response from you.

You’re so caught in the moment that you’re not even really sure what’s happening right now. First he’s hurt by you, then he’s cruel to you and now he’s pressing his hardened cock against your core because he enjoys the animistic sounds it causes you to make.

“Wait…” you moan between kisses. “Kells…can…you…” it takes every piece of your soul to pull away but you have to. “Stop!”

Colson immediately lets you go, panting and confused. He’s watching you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen directed at you before. Need. You want to explore of depth of his need for you right now but his mood swings are giving you whiplash.

“Why are we stopping?” he pants and you can’t help but feel your heart swell at his simple question.

“Because I have no idea what that fuck that was. 2 minutes ago you were kicking me out of your life and now you’re kissing me like your life depends on it. Call me crazy but that’s a pretty quick change in direction, even for you.”

“First of all, ouch, I’m not that indecisive. Secondly, why are you complaining? Isn’t this what you wanted? And thirdly, I…well I don’t know why. When you kissed me, something inside me just flicked and I…No woman has ever turned me on with just a kiss before. Everything just made sense for a second.”

“You like when I kiss you but you don’t think we’d work?”

“Ok, I’m not saying this to be a dick but I really only ever saw you as a friend. Up until last night I didn’t even register that you were a female until I saw you dancing on my coffee table-“

“Ouch!” you place your hand on your chest in hurt.

“You know what I mean. Like I saw you as a friend not as this sexy, woman. I didn’t really notice those big seductive eyes and sultry curves until suddenly they were right in front of me and I had to hide my boner before anyone noticed. I don’t know, something click and then you told me what you told me and I freaked.”

You look at him with your ‘big seductive eyes’ and bite your bottom lip. You like this vulnerable, sexually charged Colson. It’s such a turn on to hear him talk about your body, to know you can get that kind of reaction from him with just a look and a wiggle of your hips. You can see him watching you, trying to read you, drinking you in like a man in the desert. You want so desperately to explore him, roam your tongue and your lips over his flesh but you don’t want to overwhelm either of you. That conversation was such a roller coaster of emotions and confessions that you need to let it all sink in. You’re pretty sure Colson is thinking the same as he leans back against the table.

“Spend the day with me?” he asks softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

“Of course,” you smile and run your fingers across his cheek. His eyes flutter close at your touch and you can’t help the grin that takes over your face.

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No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Part Three

Summary: Aftermath of Part Two

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, kidnapping.

Minors DNI

Word Count:3.1k

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18.

Coming too everything is hazy feeling like you just woke up from a bad nap. You can’t really make out any distinct voices, you just hear a bunch of beeping; your attempt to sit up and open your eyes goes terribly wrong and ends up causing you to feel lightheaded so you lay back down. You take in your surroundings slowly, recognizing you’re in a hospital room but can’t remember what you did to get placed here. You notice the only pain you have is in your head and you don’t seem to have any wounds anywhere. You press the call button next to your bed that rings the nurses’ station, and you wait for someone to come in. Instead of being greeted by a nurse, your mother comes rushing in and smiles widely seeing you awake. She brings you a cup of water and sits next to you on the hospital bed

“Oh, my sweet girl, you gave me quite the scare.” Your mother says as she runs her fingers through your hair and gently cups your face with both hands “Never do that to me again.”

“I’ll try not to.” You smile back at her “What exactly happened? My head is pounding.”

” I’ll grab some medicine for that and be right back to answer any questions. You have a visitor though; I’ll send them in while I’m gone.” As your mother leaves you adjust the bed and try to get more comfortable; hearing the door open you look up and find Tyler standing there holding some flowers and a stuffed bear. “Glad to see you alive, I don’t think I could handle training another person on the espresso machine.” He laughs and sits down in the chair next to your bed. Taking the stuffed bear, you cuddle it and then pull Tyler into a hug. “Thank you, for the gifts and coming to see me.”

“Well, it’s not every day a normie gets caught in the middle of Nevermore problems you’re the talk of the town.”

“On great. Can’t wait to read about myself in the paper.” You gently laugh. “Tyler… I know I’m going to sound crazy, but A monster killed that kid. All I remember is him holding Wednesday in the air and then dropping her as the monster attacked him. Wednesday! On my god! Is Wednesday okay?!”

"Wednesday is perfectly fine. Apparently, your scream scared off whatever it was before it could turn to you or her.” Tyler explains.

“Oh, okay. Well good. Good, good, good.” You fiddle with your hands refusing to make eye contact with Tyler. “Has, um, she asked about me? You know what never-mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Well actually, she has been by every hour, on the dot. You have about 7 minutes until she walks through the door again”

“Are you serious? On God, I look like crap. She can’t see me like this!” you squeal and pull the covers over your head

“Yeah, you don’t really have a choice. T-minus five minutes until darkness walks through the doors.” Tyler laughs and pulls you from the blanket and pats your fizzy hair down

“Have you spoken to her?…”

“Nothing too serious. Just checking up on you and her constantly asking if I saw anything strange, that kid lived though- “Tyler is cut off by your room door opening to reveal a stoic looking Wednesday Addams.

“Leave us Tyler.” Wednesday demands not taking her eyes off you.

“I mean it’s not like I was here first or anything, but sure I’ll leave. I’ll come back right after my shift, okay y/n? Text me until then. “Tyler hugs you and waves bye too Wednesday as he closes your door.

“Hello Wednesday, fancy seeing you here. How ya been?’ You joke trying to take some of the tension out of the air. Wednesday doesn’t say anything she just stares at you and then moves to take the chair Tyler was previously sitting in.

“As much as I enjoy hospitals and the pain they bring people, I would much rather not see you inside its walls.” Wednesday States as she pulls a black dahlia stuffed figure from her purse and throws it on your bed. “Tyler said sick people like gifts, so there.”

“Well thanks, considering you think I’m a nuisance and all.” You mumble and pick up the stuffed flower

“That is what I wanted to explain. I can’t bring myself to say the words, so I wrote it down. Please read this.” she demands as she hands you a letter looks like it was written on an old timely typewriter. ” I’ll wait here for you to finish it. “

“Okay then.” You begin to read the letter: y/n, when I called you a nuisance, it is not what I actually meant. I find you very nice to look at and sitting with you was not terrible. You are not abysmal at crowd control and make a very good espresso. You also called me pretty, which no one has ever done, I didn’t hate it, your smile made me blush and that has never happened either. You make me feel sick in the best way possible. Please forgive me for the way I spoke of you to Tyler. Also, if you ever show anyone this, I will deny it and have to kill you. Regretfully, Wednesday Addams.

You glance up at Wednesday and see her eyes coldly staring at you waiting for a response.

“You have to buy me an iced coffee every time I see you for the next two weeks. Only then will I forgive you” you say as you smile up at her.

“I suppose that’s fine.” she agrees.

“Now that, that is out of the way! What the hell happened last night and what was that thing?” you question.

“I think it would be best if you stayed out of it and stayed out of the woods. Also, don’t chase after anymore random boys going into a dark forest alone.” Wednesday says as she starts to stand up.

"Wednesday, nice try but not even someone as cute as you can keep me from the truth.” You smugly state. “I guess I’ll have to figure it out on my own. “

“This isn’t a joke y/n. You could get hurt if you go searching for answers alone.”

“Guess you’ll have to let me help then. Plus, the sheriff and my mom are friends and the coroner’s office is here in the basement if you haven’t noticed.”.

“This isn’t some Nancy drew situation. That kid Rowan is dead even if no one believes me. The monster destroyed him. You could have already been killed by him. Do you not understand that?” Wednesday begins to raise her voice just the slightest as you sit up in bed more and look her directly in the eyes.

“You may be used to people not caring about what you do or the dangers of it, but I was there to. I am fully aware of what could have happened.

Your intense stare off with Wednesday is interrupted by your mother walking in the room with the medicine for your head.

“Hello dear you must be Wednesday; Tyler told me you had been stopping by to see our y/n.”

She walks over and inserts a syringe into your I.V. as she looks back and forth between you and Wednesdays heated stares. “Am I interrupting something?" your mother asks awkwardly.

“No, you weren’t I was just leaving. I must get ready and meet Enid for the Poe Cup.” Wednesday abruptly stands and walks to the door turning back to you. “I will use Enid’s phone and text you; this conversation is not over.” Walking out without another word.

“Well, she’s just a delight.” Your mother chuckles and runs a hand over your forehead and into your hair

“Laugh all you want mother; I’m going to marry that girl.” You smirk as you feel the drowsiness from the medication taking over.” Gonna marry her mom, just you watch.”

Your mother laughs at you and presses a kiss to your forehead watching you drift off to sleep. “Whatever you say sweet girl, whatever you say.”

You wake up a few hours later to two voices arguing back and forth you immediately recognize one as your mothers and the other as Sheriff Galpin’s.

“I don’t care if you’re the sheriff. You’re not taking to her until she has no medication in her system, and she’s discharged! “

“I need to corroborate the Addams girl’s story. The sooner I do that, the closer we can get to finding some answers.”

“And you can get those answers when she has no narcotics in her system.”

“Fine. I’ll wait. But the second she’s clear, I’m talking to her.”

“That’s fine. But don’t you dare ask Tyler to get information out of her or so help me, it won’t be some bear that’ll be your problem; it’ll be me.”

You hear your door being pushed all the way open and lean up to see your mother walking through.

“How are you feeling sweet girl?” She asks as she grabs you another glass of water and a straw.

“I feel better, the pain is more of a dull ache, not as bad as it was earlier.” You smile and take the water from her. “Was that Tyler’s dad you were arguing with?” you ask.

“I was hoping you didn’t hear that, but yes. He’s being a real pain about talking to you. You need your rest before talking to anyone about what happened. If you want to tell me about it, that’s fine. But that stays between us. I don’t care how friendly me, and the sheriff are.”

“Thank you, I still don’t even know how to process everything, let alone try and remember it all.” You sigh and start to try and move. “When do you think they’re going to let me out of here?”

“If you’re feeling fine, we can head home once the discharge papers are ready. You don’t have a concussion or anything, you’re only here because I insisted. Let me go see if I can find a nurse. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“You’re welcome sweet girl.” She gives you another kiss on the forehead as you feel your phone begin vibrating. Looking down you see a text from Tyler

Best Coffee Maker in the World: How much longer they keeping you hostage? Work sucks without you here. I’m so bored.

Y/n: I get to leave once the papers are readyyyyyyy. Come to my house when you’re off, not the hospital lol.

Best Coffee Maker in the World: Okayyy. Gonna need to know how the talk with Wednesday went. I’ll bring snacks!

You read Tyler’s last message to you and start getting your stuff ready to leave, picking up the stuffed black dahlia from Wednesday and bringing it closer to you, cuddling it to your chest and smiling you wonder how the Poe cup is currently going

Finally, back at home, you’re relaxing when Tyler walks in the open doorway

“Glad to see you home how is your head feeling? Tyler asks as he makes his way to your chair.

“Head feels fine just want to curl up in a ball under my blanket though” you laugh and get under the covers

“So now did your talk with Wednesday go?”

“Good, for her I suppose. I do however think she is going to learn the hard way that I don’t listen well to being told what to do. “You smirk.

‘Okay then ma’am only one of you is allowed to look like a killer and that smile is giving off major serial killer vibes. So, tone it down you weirdo.” Tyler laughs as he hits you gently with a pillow.

You were about to tell Tyler bout Wednesday’s letter when you feel your phone ring and unknown number comes up. You answer and are surprised to hear Wednesday on the other end.

“Meet me at the gates of Nevermore at 8pm sharp. Don’t be late “

The line went dead right after, and you look at Tyler to make sure you didn’t just imagine the phone call.

“You heard her as well, correct?”

‘’Yes y/n, I heard her as well. So, is this a date? A friendly meet up? Did she say anything else?” He questions.

“Tyler... you heard the same things I did. Does it sound like she asked anything else?” You reply rhetorically and roll your eyes.

“Okay, geeze, you’re so testy sometimes.” He moans. “I’m heading out, tell me how tonight goes. If I don’t see you at work tomorrow, I’ll see you the following day. Okay?” He hugs you and walks out of the room,

You decide to go downstairs and make some food to pass the time until you had to leave and go to Nevermore. Heating up some leftovers from your mom you contemplate what Wednesday has in store for the both of you. Thirty minutes before you need to leave you change into some black leggings and a black cable knit sweater that way you can still be comfortable.

Debating on what to shoes to wear, you settle on black doc martens to truly complete the all black look that you hope would make Wednesday Addams proud. You notice that it is time to leave, you leave a note on the counter for your mother as well as send her a text letting her know that you were going to see Wednesday. The drive to school is uneventful and you arrive at 7:55p.m. You pull to the side of the gate and put the car in park looking around to see if you can locate Wednesday anywhere. Suddenly, the passenger door opens and Wednesday hops in.

“Thank you for coming. I think I found something useful. That night in the woods... Rowan showed me this photo his mother drew 25 years ago before she died.” Wednesday unfolds the photo and shows you a drawing of herself. “Apparently she told him that if this girl ever showed up at Nevermore, she would be its demise, that he needed to kill her.”

“So, you think that you’re the demise of Nevermore?” You quietly ask as Wednesday stares out the front window.

“I’m not sure, but there’s a watermark on the photo that is related to an old secret society, The Nightshades. Mrs. Thornhill says they were disbanded, but I think I know where their library is.”

“And you called me because?”

“You said I couldn’t keep you from the truth, and two pairs of eyes is better than one. So, let’s go. We don’t have all night.” Wednesday states as she begins to get out of the car.

“Yes ma’am.” You grumble and follow her.

You both make your way through the dark halls coming upon a statue of Edgar Allan Poe. There is a book at the base of the statue with 10 weird sentences. You look over them before speaking aloud.

“They’re riddles. Each line.

The opposite of Moon – Sun

A world between Ours – Nether

Two months before June- April

A Self Seeding Flower- Pansy

One more than one- Two

It’s leaves weep to the ground- Willow

It melts in the sun- Ice

It’s beginning and end never found- Circle

Ever Rule has one- Exception.

The answer will give a sharp cracking sound. ‘’ you say as Wednesday is writing down each answer.

“Snap Twice” Wednesday snaps twice and the statue shifts, revealing a staircase. You both head down into what seems to be a large room lined with rows of books, photos on all the walls of young-looking students. You notice Wednesday stopping and staring at one photo in particular. The names on it are Mortician Frump and Gomez Addams. You put two and two together realizing that they are her parents.

“Did you know that they were a part of The Nightshades?” You ask as you see her looking at some of the books.

“No.” She answers coldly, you see her stick a book under her jacket before you feel fabric being placed over your head. You scream for Wednesday as you are placed in a chair and ropes are tied around your wrists. You hear Wednesday speaking with someone she calls Bianca before the cloth bag is removed from your head.

“What the hell is going on and why was I just kidnapped?!” You scream at the group around you. You look at Wednesday who seems to be cool as a cucumber.

“Really Wednesday, a normie?” The girl you assume to be Bianca says.

“Just untie us and let us go. I don’t even go here; I could care less. I’m here for Wednesday, I don’t even know any of you. Well, besides tall, dark, and broody over there.” Nodding towards Xavier. “I don’t go to the normie school, I’m homeschooled. So, there is literally no one for me to tell.”

“We could always initiate Wednesday.” Xavier says as he stands behind both you and Wednesday.

“I would rather die. Xavier, untie Y/n. Now.” Wednesday reveals that her wrists have been unbound for the last 5 minutes while Xavier undoes your ropes. Wednesday grabs your hand and makes her way to the stairs before turning around and scowling at the group “It’s people like you who give kidnapping a bad name.” Wednesday pulls you up the stairs not once letting go of your hand. You can feel the blush starting to spread across your face from the simple act of hand holding so you keep your head down and let Wednesday take the lead.

“Well, that was fun.’’ Wednesday states as you both make it back to your car.

“It kind of was. Also, I saw you steal that book. I expect more information tomorrow while you’re buying me coffee.” You laugh as you go to open the car door. You notice Wednesday look hesitant as she still has a hold of your hand.

“I’ve never held someone’s hand before. I don’t hate holding yours.”

“Well, that’s good to know.” You joke.

“This was a date if you didn’t know, it went quite well. I will be leaving you now. I need to complete my writing time. Goodbye y/n. I will see you tomorrow.” Wednesday lets go of your hand and immediately walks away leaving you dumbfounded. You get in the car and start it, heading back home thinking about the way her hand felt in yours. You arrive home to an empty house, your mother still a work. Heading to bed you receive a text from what you now know is Enid’s phone number wishing you goodnight. You can’t wait to tell Tyler about this tomorrow at work.

Getting to work, you and Tyler talk before the Nevermore kids come for outreach day. You tell him everything that happened last night from the kidnapping, to the holding hands, and what Wednesday said to you. Tyler looks up at you smiling

“You do realize that you’re now dating THE Wednesday Addams, correct?”

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Ok hear me out Enid dies during her fight with Tyler for the sake of this I’m gonna say that the sheriff shot twice and they were silver bullets Enid couldn’t recover and died and so The Hug™️ never happened she never came back right so funeral happens people grieve then there’s Wednesday who’s not gonna accept that death took her girl before she she even got a chance to become her girl so she pulls some seance stuff and she brings her back but here’s the twist her ghost ancestors are like "fine we’ll bring her back but it will cost a price" and of course she’s like "anything" and boom before you know it enid is bursting out of the ground Wednesday’s confused at first but she recovers quickly when she finally gets a chance to help her up out of the hole she notices Enid is different she’s not hugging her or questioning why she’s back she’s just quiet staring at her with an emotionless look on her face she thinks maybe she’s in shock so she does what any reasonable person would do and starts bombarding her with questions Enid, are you okay?" "Are you hurting at all?" "Do you remember me?" So Enid responds, "Why wouldn’t I remember you? I’m fine." And that just left her with more questions than answers, cause that’s an interesting tone to use for the girl you DIED for, but she didn’t care at the moment; she was just happy Enid was back, so she led her back to the room, then asked Enid to shower to get the smell of death off her. Enid agreed, and so she waited. That’s when all the questions came to mind: why does she sound so emotionless? Why was she so stone-faced? Was she angry with her? So Enid’s done showering and the night goes on. The next morning they go outside and try to explain how Enid was brought back from the dead The only issue is that it seems that Enid hasn’t snapped back yet. She’s still got that same dead look and tone. Even when people come up to her and cry or hug her, she doesn’t change. It’s becoming more concerning than the fact she was dead yesterday, so Wednesday confronts get about it. "What’s wrong with you?" "Excuse me?" "What’s wrong with you? you’re acting strange." "Thank you." "That wasn’t a compliment." "Oh." "Answer the question, why are you being such a brute?" "I don’t know; I can’t feel anything." "What do you mean you can’t feel anything." "I have all my memories. I remember feeling sadness, joy, and anger, but I can’t bring myself to feel any of those things." And then Wednesday is reminded of the price she was told about, so she accepts it and thinks back to how Enid got her to open up to her, and just like that, the roles reverse. Enid’s the silent one who seemingly wants nothing to do with anyone, and Wednesday attempts to be more outgoing to try and coax Enid to open up again, but she’s being difficult; she has no interest in interacting with Wednesday at all, but Wednesday is persistent, and very slowly, Enid starts feeling again.

(Maybe I should make an au I have a lot of ideas for this)

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix

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Moon x Y/N

Summary: you’ve been tired about life and moon tries to comfort you

Reader: gender neutral

Warnings: mentions of the glitch but nothing bad happens, this is meant to be fluff!

I had been sluggish all night with my work. It probably wasn’t the best idea, especially with Moon following me. He took notice and was repeatedly suggesting I ‘Take a nap’ or ‘Have a rest’, I would brush him off each time. I knew it was making him more annoyed as the night went on, but I was too tired to really do anything about it. Not physically tired, just emotionally, and mentally. I don’t think sleep will fix that so easily. The problems will still be there when I wake up.

I debate with myself if I should tell him. Maybe he’ll have a better solution, or maybe the glitch will freak out hearing me use the T word. I figure it might be worth a shot if I’m careful. I decide to wait until I’m safe in some light to bring it up to him.

It takes a bit, but I finally find myself in a room and turn the light on before Moon can follow me in. He looks at me annoyed as he sits just outside the light reach. Just outside my reach. I take a deep breath and give him a tired smile.

“I am not drained physically. I actually slept just before coming here. So I’m all rested.” I say with a half-hearted thumbs up. I’m careful with my wording, but there are only so many ways I can describe what I’m feeling. Moon's head tilts to the side a little. He’s listening.

“I am, however, exhausted *emotionally*.” I pause to see his reaction. Will the glitch freak out? Will he try to find a way in? It doesn’t look like it. Instead, the pupils just disappear from his eyes, causing him to blend into the darkness more.

I decide to press on, “Things have been pretty stressful lately. I’m overwhelmed with everything I have to do and everything that has happened. It’s a lot to process.” I’m not even hiding how tired I sound at this point. Moon hasn’t moved though, hopefully, a good sign.

“I wanted to be honest with you. I can’t hide these things from you forever. Figured I should explain my attitude tonight before any assumptions got us in trouble. After all, a nap can’t fix everything.” This might have been a bad call, but he seems to be handling the information well. I see him take a step forward. He’s still in the shadow, but closer to the light than I thought he would ever get.

“What do you want then?” He asks quietly. I look at him, a little surprised and a little relieved at the question. I sigh a little in response. I think I want a hug, but I’m not sure if he’s in the right headspace for that. I can always ask Sun later.

As I think my options through I see a hand slowly extend towards me into the light. It’s not the desperate hand of something looking to hurt others. It’s the gentle hand of a naptime attendant who wants to soothe a sad kid. More so, it’s the reassuring hand of my friend who wants to comfort me. I look up at him to see red and white eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask hesitantly. He nods quietly.

I reach my hand out and he patiently waits for mine to join his on the verge between light and shadow. The silicone on his hand makes them soft and a room temperature. He gives my hand a little squeeze. “It will be okay, we will make sure of it.” He says reassuringly. I give him an appreciative smile and squeeze his hand back. “Thanks, I think I really needed this.”

I don’t even realize my misty eyes until the ache sets in. I turn away a little to rub them dry, but I’m careful not to let go of Moon. Oddly enough, he is what’s grounding me right now.

I feel a gentle hand on my head patting me soothingly. “It’s okay, you can cry. We will stay as long as it takes for you to feel better.” I’m not sure if it’s the reassurance or the permission to lose it for a moment, but before I know it, I’m sobbing. It’s a frustrated sob that stings my throat and drenches my face as I cry into the hand of my friend. I curl into his hand a bit as I take it with both of mine like it’s a lifeline in a storm. Like it’s the salvation I’ve been waiting for. Like it’s the home I’ve been trying to return to.

He moves the hand on my head slowly to cup my cheek. He doesn’t try to raise my head or force me to look anywhere. Instead, he just rubs his thumb across my cheek as I continue to cry into the night.

Eventually, I take some deep breaths as I continue holding his other hand against my face. He keeps rubbing my cheek all the same. I almost hide behind his hand, not ready to face the next moment. I hesitate to look up at him, I probably look like a mess.

“It will be alright, we will figure this out together.” He says in a quiet and gentle voice. I lean into his hand more and squeeze it tightly. He squeezes back gently.

I finally look up at him hesitantly. Moon looks at me with concerned and gentle eyes. “Promise?” I dare to ask, needing reassurance that I won’t be alone in figuring this out.

Moon leans in a little with a kind smile, holding my cheeks with both his hands as he wipes the tears away, “We promise, starlight.”

#fnaf moon #moondrop #moon x reader #sundrop #fnaf sundrop #fanfic #fnaf fanfic #fluff #moondrop fluff #fnaf moon fluff #I’ll do one for Sun someday I swear #gender neutral insert #comfort

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scorpiongrassfield · 2 months

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Your head continues to spin after experiencing the mindfuck that is existing in so many places at once and feeling so many layers of fear at a time.

Ametrine is staring at you. She hasn’t let go of Pat.

You try to think about what it was you were supposed to be doing.

“I remember you,” Ametrine rasps. She sounds like she could use some water, like she hasn’t spoken in a long time.

You aren’t sure why she wouldn’t. She’s in the habit of causing amnesia, not getting it. Last you checked, anyway.

“I remember you, Myosotis,” Ametrine repeats. You tune her out.

Theo sent you out here. You’re supposed to separate the two of them and…

Ah.

That’s what it was.

They both need medical attention.

The thought of it causes panic to flare up in your stomach, but compared to what you just went through it’s really not much at all.

You can get through this.

“Do you have a phone?” you ask Ametrine.

“What?” her voice cracks. She’s looking at you like you’re speaking in tongues.

“Do you have a phone on you? Or know where Pat keeps theirs?” you repeat.

Ametrine tries to sit up and fails. “What are you planning?”

“Pat wants to live, so I need to call an ambulance,” you say, searching the nightstand. There’s a phone charger, but no phone.

“What if I won’t let you?” Ametrine threatens. “You ruined everything. You ruined me. Why should I give you anything?”

“Ruined you?” you echo.

She snorts, ugly and bitter. “You’re in my head now. I remember you, Myosotis. You fucking ruined me.”

You could get into the technicalities of it. Explain that the version of you that’s inside her head is not, in fact, you. You could also tell her that she's got the wrong name for you. But this hardly seems the time.

“You won’t kill Pat just to spite me,” you say.

“Won’t I?” She threatens.

“You won’t,” you confirm. You’re pretty sure anyway.

If she wanted to kill Pat, why would she still be holding onto them so tightly, keeping them in stasis with her powers that you’re pretty sure might be running dry.

“What will you do with me?” she asks, instead of keeping up the charade. “I can’t bring myself to kill you now. Will you kill me instead?”

You shake your head. “Just tell me where I can find a phone. The sooner you let go of Pat, the better off you’ll be.”

Ametrine sighs.

“They dropped their phone near the entryway. It should still be on the floor,” she says, giving in.

You leave the room without another word.

Pat’s house is a cluttered and chaotic space. The walls filled with art, shelves filled with assorted nerdy nicknacks. Through the doorway to the kitchen you spot an automatic cat feeder and water fountain. A familiar gray cat blinks at you from afar. You’ll say hi to it later, you have a task to complete.

There is indeed a phone on the floor. It’s dead, of course, but you know where to find a charger, now.

Ametrine’s eyes are closed when you return to the bedroom. You aren’t sure if she’s lost consciousness again or just pretending, but it doesn’t really matter.

As soon as the phone can be turned on you try to make the call.

And then all of your confidence and determination leaves you as you realize you don’t know what to say.

You don’t know Pat’s address, or how to explain what’s happened to them.

The panic springs up again and chokes you up.

“Give me the phone,” Ametrine says, without opening her eyes. She holds her free hand out.

You give it to her.

She speaks with the person on the other end of the phone, spinning a lie and explaining where she is.

The fear still simmers at the thought of sending Pat somewhere you know isn’t safe, but you tamp it down. You know this is necessary.

Once Ametrine hangs up, she tells you the paramedics will be here soon.

“You changed your mind?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “Hurting them was never my goal.”

That runs counter to what she said before, but you’ll let it drop.

“You don’t want to hurt me either, now, do you?”

“Empathy is dangerous for an exorcist. I’ve known you all my life, now. How could I bring myself to hurt you?” she mumbles.

There’s a lull of silence as the two of you wait for the paramedics to show up.

Another question occurs to you. “Why are you in better shape than they are?”

“I’m leeching off the shield.”

The shield. That’s… Theo?

“Our magic comes from the same source, so it’s easy for me to use him. Patience is a mundane human, much less compatible with grace. All I can do is slow things down, I can’t turn back the clock completely.”

You frown. “Are you hurting Theo?”

“He’s dead,” Ametrine dismisses.

That doesn’t answer anything, but it’s too late to press for more information.

The paramedics arrive.

Once Ametrine lets go of Pat, she seems to have the strength to stand on her own.

The paramedics make you nervous, so you leave the matter to her.

You’re pretty sure there’s nothing shady she can do at this point.

Concrete is in the living room, watching the commotion. It turns its gaze upon you as you approach it.

Its fur is as soft and warm as you remember it being.

“You’re not going with them?”

You jump, not expecting to hear a voice so close to you.

#choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

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ivefallenforyouandicantgetup · 1 year

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Complicated thoughts on Scary this episode. Not like a “oh I hate her” type complicated, more a “Processing the information we got” kind of complicated. Maybe I’ll just organize my thoughts here?

Scary HAS actually met her biological father before, and him appearing in the Sloth level explains quite a lot.

So that brings the questions, how old was she when she last saw him? Did her desire to hate Terry warp her perception of her dad into someone she found cool, or was every time she said “My real dad is fucking metal.” a lie to convince others (and herself)?

Did she or didn’t she mean the compliments she gave to Normal?

Zone of truth was effective for a while, so was she putting on a sarcastic tone while complimenting as a defense mechanism to make anything kind she said sound like an insult? If so… poor girl… -I’m a 16 y/o myself-

How long is she gonna be able to keep up this act?

This constant lashing out and mental anguish where she pushes everyone away and then can’t handle being alone. She used to play soccer, a team sport. She used to work together with others as a single unit in order to reach a shared goal. She used to be someone who was part of a larger group, a group that she had to trust and work with. Now she’s all alone.

If this keeps up, how long will it be until Normal stops forgiving her?

He’s the only friend of hers left who still harbors any trust in her at all, and in this episode we can hear him losing it. We can hear him starting to doubt the things she says to him. He’s angry, but more than his angry he’s worried about her.

How long until the group develops a mob mentality?

Scary is a clear enemy, Willy is a clear enemy. The teens are angry, they’re feeling more helpless and more violent and if you’ve ever been in a high school, you KNOW what that causes. It’s likely that Linc’s hatred will spread to Taylor and then, Normal, the kid who’s trying so hard to be like everyone else, will likely adopt the anger too. Then it’ll be nothing but torment toward Scary, who acts like she can handle anything. The harder the target, the harder the blows.

#thoughts #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 e27 #dungeons and daddies #d&dads #dndads #scary Marlowe #Is this even cohesive?#long post

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writerkimmieahyoungieyurawr · 2 years

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Ch 10: Explanation

Credits to @midnightdancingsol for helping with the editing

You decide to move to the sofa and Irene takes a seat beside you. Her head rests on your shoulder while you try to grasp the situation. “I’m sorry oppa. I just wasn’t sure how you would react. It seemed like you really cared for Irene from this world and I didn't want to be treated differently.”

You sigh and nod. “Yeah, I can understand why you did what you did. But what did you mean by the only reason why you and Irene from this world merged is because your feelings were aligned?’

She adjusts herself from your shoulder and faced you. “Well while I was being transferred here I managed to spend some time with the Hera and the Queen. They gave me some insight into this whole situation.”

“Apparently In:Verse is actually another world which the goddesses made into a digital world because a dark force was beginning to develop. So, the goddesses decided this way, heroes can inhibit the world and fight the dark force. No one who was digitized will be harmed but approximately 75% of the NPCs here are real people who just live here. The reason why you were chosen to be brought here is despite all the shit talk, they believed that you were capable of bringing emotion into this world that has been ruined by war and scarcity. The reason why the other you didn’t level up was because he couldn’t form a bond with the other Irene which can be called love. So if you want to go and try to get the unique skill I think both you and Jennie can achieve them.”

You nod and bring Irene to your lap so you can hug her waist. “So I want to explain the whole thing about you being in love with me. I still can’t quite grasp it but this is a very different you.”

She blushes and giggles in a way you didn’t expect. “Well...oppa. It was when I first met you. But before i had a chance to confess, you started dating Yura. I thought you were taken so I held myself back because I didn’t want to be the kind of girl that stole someone else’s man. But I think six months after you dated Yura, I heard that apparently you were building a harem. When I heard that I got so happy because I didn't care, I was willing to share you with everyone else. But that was also when we started getting bigger and busier and by the time I got to see you again, Yeri was confessing to you.”

She sighed as she said that but you kissed her cheek to comfort her. “ So I acted like the worst person around you because I felt guilty of my feelings since Yeri was also one of your lovers. But I can’t believe that my first actual time having sex was you making me squirt while being on all fours.”

You turned her face to yours showing a surprised face. “Wait your first time? What about all those men you dated?”

She blushes and nods. “ Well those were all lies that I told the girls. Didn’t you find it weird that Dispatch never had any dirt on me despite me being a huge slut?”

Now that you think about it, she’s never had any scandal involving boys. “You sly little girl. But what will you do when we eventually bring Yeri here?”

She leans into your chest. “I’ll just have to swallow my pride cause I'm never letting you go ever again.”

You caressed her hair and nodded. “Well in that case shall we g-”

Irene interrupts you and puts a finger on your lips. In the silence, you heard the sound of moans behind you and you peeked and saw that Jennie was in the midst of having sex with her girls. She was in the middle of what seems like a circle of fucking where everyone was pleasuring the person in front of them while getting pleasured.

“Well maybe we should sneak out and have some private time together too,” you say softly as Irene nods. You both quietly walk out of the house into the streets of the town. You hold Irene’s hand as you walk down the street and Irene leans close to you. “Irene, just wondering, why are the streets so empty?”

“Well yeobo, this is a beginner town so there aren’t many people left here. Speaking of which, we also should start thinking of a business plan to generate money since there is a limit on how much money can be brought in from the real world.”

You nod at Irene’s suggestion. You’ve already read about this and had some thoughts but you’re hesitant. Irene, probably sensing this, poked your cheek and pointed to a cafe nearby. “Want to take a break and share your mind?”

You nod. “Sure.” You both headed to a table outside of the cafe. An elf lady came to greet you and take your order. After glancing at the simple menu, you ordered a coffee and Irene ordered a tea. “So what’s on your mind? You seem hesitant.“

You sighed as you took a sip. “Well, I mean, I have thought of some ideas but I don't know if I can go through with them now that I know more and more of you girls will come from the other world and it isn’t just girls from this world. “

Irene gives a thoughtful nod while she sips on her tea. “I can’t say this for everyone but i’ll do anything for you yeobo. Even if it means I have to offer my body.”

You look at her and see the resolve in her eyes. “I don’t know. I feel like i can give all you girls an opportunity to live normal-”

She puts her lips against yours. “Well we can’t live any lives here if we are broke.”

You knew that Irene had always been blunt but that statement still caught you off guard. “W-well I was thinking we could make an entire entertainment area. The entertainment in this world seems pretty lackluster since everyone is busy with work and rebuilding and I thought we could take advantage of it.”

She just laughs and smiles. “You do know I’ve been working as an Idol for seven years now. I can work a few more and hey, hopefully there won’t be the typical stereotypes. Maybe we can change it so we can have more freedom: I've always wanted to do a gravure shoot like the Japanese idols.”

You can only smile at her excitement and nod. “Though, I think we might need to start at the bottom with a more crude approach.“ You finish your coffee. “We might have to start a brothel just to get enough funds to produce anything.”

Irene nods and finishes up her tea as well. “I know, that's why I said I'd do anything you need. Even if it means having to offer my body.”

You stretch and hug her. “Shall we head out? I want to try to level up and see if we can actually achieve it.”

You grin and hold her hand and think of a horse and it appeared next to the both of you. “I think we need to go slightly further to be able to level up.” You got up first and then helped Irene onto the horse as well before riding out of the town.

#irene smut #au story #in:verse

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