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sleepinthrumyalarms · 1 year

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pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, first time (it's all vanilla af), cunnilingus, slight insecurities, all characters are aged-up

summary: you've never touched her like that. she's never touched you like that, either. it's new, slightly nervous – but it's one of those nights when you don't turn off the lights

word count: 2.5k

a/n: everyone got so tired of my kinky shit they begged for a soft first time. i'm here to deliver. a v-day's special maybe?

The door to your dorm creaks open, and you reach a clawed hand into the darkness to flip on the light switch – the bulb blinks before illuminating the small space in a soft orange glow. You step in, and your other hand pulls your gloomy girlfriend in with you.

“Finally,” she murmurs grumpily, “I thought this evening would never end.”

The reason for her detest is the night out at the carnival fair you just had with your friend group – Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Divina and Eugene. Knowing Wednesday’s distaste for social outings, you didn’t push her, but to your surprise, she has agreed to go willingly – and you’d lie if you said it wasn’t one of the most fun things you’ve done in the past month. The ravenette has warmed up to her friends significantly since the day she had arrived to the Nevermore Academy and the day she had saved said academy from its doom, the fact you were extremely glad for – your small group has become a family to you.

She has offered to sleep over at your dorm tonight, and it’s the first time you’re glad you weren’t assigned a roommate, meaning you have the room all to yourselves. It’s the first time Wednesday will spend the night with you, too – you have slept over at hers numerous times, of course, because as soon as she got used to pushing her boundaries and being close to you, she got a thing for you being in her bed as much as possible. There wasn’t anything sexual about it at all – you provided safety and comfort to each other, as the nights usually brought distress to the both of you.

Wednesday shrugs her dean jacket off, and you move to grab it, hanging it next to yours in your closet.

“You gotta admit, though. You did have fun,” you catch Wednesday’s deadpan glare and chuckle with amusement, “Really. You didn’t even threaten anyone this evening, that has to count for something.”

“I did. You just didn’t hear me over all the fun you were having,” the ravenette rolls her eyes, raising her hands to take her hoodie off, folding it neatly, “Your pathetic attempts at winning me a plushie at the shooting range were kind of amusing.”

You huff a laugh out your nose, “You know I prefer swords. Glad my misery could humor you, at least. I did have fun, too… But, to be frank, I’m always having fun when I’m with you, no matter what we’re up to,” you admit, watching Wednesday fumble with the sleeves of her black turtleneck, “I’ll fetch you something comfortable.”

You search through your wardrobe, quickly finding an oversized shirt that would certainly be huge on your girlfriend’s small frame, and turn to Wednesday, finding her already stripped to her bra, her back turned to you.

A faint blush heats your cheeks up, and you blink your eyes away from her pale back, ready to turn around to give her privacy before her soft voice calls for you.

“Would you help me, (Y/n)?”

Your gaze moves back to Wednesday, and you find her watching you over her shoulder, hands holding her sweater as she gestures to the clasp of her bra with her eyes.

A small surprised sound escapes your throat, but you oblige, leaving the tee on your desk to step closer to Wednesday. Your hands are slightly shaky as you raise them to undo her bra, easily unhooking the clasps and exposing more of her skin. She catches the garment before it can fall to the floor with a quiet ‘thanks’, putting it away with her turtleneck, and you reach for the shirt.

“Arms up, baby.”

Wednesday huffs at the nickname but complies, raising her arms, and you slide the clothing over her shoulders, the soft fabric settling on the girl’s shoulders cozily, the hem reaching the middle of her thighs. The sight makes you reach to swipe one of her dark braids out of the way before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, “You’re so beautiful,” you murmur against her skin, making the ravenette shudder.

Wednesday finally turns to face you and your breath hitches at how, indeed, beautiful the young woman before you is. The slight color of her cheeks compliments her complexion prettily, and you can’t stop yourself from bending down to press your lips against hers in a searing kiss, her burgundy plush ones bumping against your protruding tusks softly. Wednesday’s hands are on your neck, and you slowly back her to your bed before she falls onto the silky sheets, dragging you down with her.

The small girl breaks the kiss, her breath heavy, and you watch her chest rise and fall steadily.

“You okay?” you ask softly, suddenly aware of your position, “Do you want to, um...”

She watches you for a bit, unblinking, like a hawk stalking her prey, before reaching to tug you into another kiss, licking over your teeth, and you gasp at the sudden assertiveness.

It was extremely hard to, but you manage to pull away from the kiss, letting Wednesday catch some air into her aching lungs. You press you lips against her jaw, nibbling gently, before going for her neck. Wednesday has always been sensitive there, and the butterfly touches at her favourite spots make goosebumps litter her arms, warmth pooling at her stomach and between her legs.

The way down continues, littered in soft butterfly pecks, and you raise the hem of her shirt to kiss the soft skin of her tummy – you realize you’ll be quick to get addicted to kissing her body.

Wednesday finds herself already addicted to your lips on her.

“Well, I’m certainly not prepared at all.” You chuckle softly, tracing a single sharp claw of your pointer finger against the girl’s soft thigh, leaving small white traces on the pale skin that turn pink a few moments after. The rest of your clawed palm joins then, and your digits leave goosebumps on Wednesday’s flesh, making her shudder.

You grasp at her thighs gently, pulling the girl closer to yourself, “I hope my mouth suffices, then.” You breathe, and the ravenette sighs at the low timbre of your voice.

Your talons move down the outside of her leg, catching at the outline of her pretty black panties, and you slide them off slowly, exposing new inches of soft porcelain skin you’re yet to discover, and Wednesday bends her legs to help you rid her of the garment, her knees resting on your middle. Your hands caress her ankle, gently pulling the girl’s underwear off her feet, and you move to press a kiss to her knee before spreading her legs.

You watch Wednesday intently, scrutinizing her expression for any signs of displeasure, of her wanting to stop, but you find none – lust swirls in the pools of grey instead as she watches you, chest rising and falling with gentle breaths, her brows knit. This is the first time you ever see her like this, guard down and completely vulnerable, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight more gorgeous than her.

Carefully maneuvering between her legs, your clothed body flush against the naked skin of the back of her thighs, you bend to peck her jaw again, a spot you seem to adore, brushing your lips over her perfect cheekbones before connecting your lips in a searing kiss.

Wednesday’s hands rise to your neck, holding you close, and you feel her slender legs wrap around your waist, pulling you in.

“It’s unfair,” she breathes when she pulls away, tugging at your tie, “Aren’t you going to take this off too?”

“If you want me to.”

She nods, and your hands move to undo the accessory, but Wednesday’s fingers don’t ease their hold on the tie – she undoes it for you instead, lithe fingers carefully pulling the knot loose before the cloth slips down you neck. Then her digits move lower to the buttons of your shirt, and the girl undoes those with precision only she bears – you’re never taking your eyes off her face, watching, and she catches your gaze when your blouse hangs open, her pupils blown wide, and your cheeks suddenly heat up.

Shrugging the clothing off your shoulders, you let it pool at your middle, and this time it’s Wednesday’s turn to look you over, taking every single detail, every little scar and birthmark adorning your body. She raises her hands to test a touch, but there’s hesitation in the way your shoulders tense, and she realizes how much is the amount of trust you’re putting into her, letting her see you like this. The ravenette seeks your eyes again, and when you look at her, her suspicions are quickly confirmed.

She knows how you feel about yourself – you’re different from her, after all. Different from human, as much as that’s possible at an academy where everyone is non-human in their own sense. The huge tusks, the claws, the pointed ears – these serve a purpose of giving your being a trait of monstrosity that’s putting off for most. The girl knows you resent the way your heavy jaw hangs to give space for your crooked canines when you speak, knows the look you give your own reflection in the mirror, but she doesn’t understand – you are perfect.

Your bigger palms cover Wednesday’s, and you guide her closer to your body. Her fingertips touch your flesh, a little higher above your waist, where your breasts are still covered by your bra, and your hands leave hers to rest on the mattress on the either sides of her head. You sigh, looking away, as the ravenette gently traces her digits up your middle, to your ribs and back down, palms smoothing over the skin of your stomach. Her touch is pleasantly cold and searching – your body is uncharted land for the girl.

“Hmm,” she hums, her fingers digging a bit deeper into the curves of your hip bones, making you shiver and sigh, “Such a fine, distinguished specimen you are,” perfectly manicured black nails scratch at your skin lightly, and you’re almost ready to crumble, “So good for me to observe... to touch... just for me.”

You lean over Wednesday, hovering, your frame caging hers against the bed, and her palms move to rest on your shoulders when you trail soft butterfly kisses back down her neck, over the pale freckled plain between her breasts and down her slim stomach – you refuse to tread the already walked path without kissing every inch of her skin.

You press your lips against the inside of her thigh, inching closer towards her heat, where she’s warm and wet and aching for you. Wednesday watches with bated breath as you slide a clawed finger over her pussy, pressing into her soft folds, and a gentle moan escapes her mouth at the sudden electrifying feeling bursting through her whole body. You look up, watching the small girl bite her lip to stifle the obscene sounds as your hand gently gathers the wetness, rubbing it down the length of her.

Your eyebrows knit as you continue circling her clit, warming her up. Gods, you want to stretch her out so bad – feel how tight and warm she would be around your fingers, and you growl in annoyance, blaming your damn claws, made to hurt and never to please.

But there’s no rush. You’ll get there, eventually. She’s all yours to have.

You open your mouth, your long rough tongue sliding out to glide over the plush of her thigh, and Wednesday shudders when the tip of the muscle grazes her between her legs – the feeling is so new, but so very pleasurable, almost too much so, and she holds a startled moan in when you move closer, sliding your tongue between her soft folds, right where she doesn’t know she needs you the most.

You wrap an arm around her thigh, your hand resting on her stomach to keep her from moving around too much, and Wednesday moves to grasp your palm, squeezing. Humming into her heat, you let your other hand rest on the sheets next to the ravenette, inviting her to entwine her fingers with yours, which she does – and you feel so close and connected like you’ve never felt before.

Your tongue slides between her folds, and you lap at her arousal, drinking her up completely, moaning at the way she tastes, and the sound sends a spark of pleasure up the girl’s spine, making her arch her back and moan, your name tumbling past her lips in a shaky whine. You realize it’s one of your favorite sounds now – enough to free you of the fetters of wanting to be inside of her even – you want to hear it again, your jaw sliding open as wide as possible to wrap your whole tusked mouth around her heat before closing it, lips slurping obscenely.

All the self-conscious thoughts float out of your mind – seeing Wednesday like this is not only a major turn-on, but you’re also high off the feeling of being the one to render her to this state, her perfect composed being rendered a mess under your touch.

“Oh, (Y/n),” she gasps out, “I’m... oh, I’m almost...”

You want to encourage her badly, but decide to keep your mouth busy, your tongue pressing into her roughly, and the sudden change is what drives Wednesday over the edge, her thighs so tight around your head yours ears almost ring, her nails scratching down your arms.

And she moans, oh so lovely, a string of sounds as pretty as those of her beloved cello mixed with your name like it’s the only word she can remember right now.

Your lips are slick with her juices when you pull away – when Wednesday lets you pull away, letting up her hold on you – and reach up to kiss her, letting the girl taste herself on your tongue.

“Are you okay?” You whisper against her plump lips.

“More than okay.” She whispers back, voice slightly hoarse, eye half – lidded, but looking absolutely satisfied.

“Good.” You grin, gently nosing at her cheek, and Wednesday can’t hold back a gentle smile of her own, her eyes closing and nose crinkling at your touch.

You hold her for a few moments, gently, letting the ravenette relax, and your eyes close on their own accord as you lay with her, feeling warm and content – before you feel the smaller body next to you move, and suddenly you’re opening your lids to a completely different view.

Wednesday looming over you, the collar of her shirt sliding down and baring her collarbone, her gaze gleaming with want.

“It’s a good thing I keep mine short, don’t you think?” She says softly, palms gliding down your hips and thighs.

“And I do know how much you love my hands...” She adds, punctuating her words by a soft squeeze of your supple flesh.

You shudder, and she leans in to whisper into your ear.

“I wonder how much you’d love them inside of you.”

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x reader smut #wednesday addams smut #wednesday x reader #wednesday x reader smut #wednesday smut #wednesday imagine #wednesday x female reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wlw smut

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jamesowlv · 1 year

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specific thoughts on TSATS:

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

first of all i LOVE how will’s character was written in this. i love how will says things that are kind of closed minded and in nico’s mind, they’re hurtful, but then in will’s pov they seem more reasonable and make sense. it shows their difference in perspective sooo well. and he has so much more depth!! i love how he’s portrayed as having darkness of his own and having his own insecurities. AND HOW HE’S AFRAID OF NICO LEAVING HIM?? that adds SO much for him bc a lot of the time the fandom just sees like nico as scared and emo and sad and insecure and will is happy and confident and WILL bring the one that’s scared of doing something wrong and being left is so ahdjskjdkslgjek

they cry SO MUCH in this book, which isn’t a bad thing at all i kind of love it. also i would be sobbing if i was in tartarus too. i feel like rick always has little themes that he likes to repeat in his books, like people suddenly passing out after saying something, making jokes ina. horrible situation, & etc, and this is definitely another little theme of his (or maybe mark’s who knows!!)

this book definitely is a lot darker than any of rick’s previous books, but i feel like him and mark kind of compensate for it by dropping some of the darker scenes super fast. for example, that scene where will realized that tartarus is alive and like has a breakdown (I FUCKING LOVE THAT SCENE ALSO) is kind of quickly brushed past, and like will kinda just gets over it. i get that the book can’t be too dark tho

correct me if i’m wrong but is this the first pjoverse book that’s had a curse word?? or first rick riordan book period?? i saw nico say the word damn and my jaw DROPPED

i know that the scene where nico sees bianca and maria again is a little like inaccurate and fan pleasing but god am i pleased. like who cares that bianca said she was in elysium after it said in a previous book that she was reborn, it was rlly cute!!! i’m here for it idc

i was ABSOLUTELY FLABBERGASTED when will gave nyx and friends the gay fever. i bet all the plague will truthers are laughing in my face but i DID NOT expect that. i kinda fucking loved it tho he just pulled that out of his ass

there’s some scene in the final showdown where they (they being the authors) like mess up bianca and maria’s names and nico called bianca his mom and i was like huh !!

them kissing and then having to stop because bob is crying so loud is hilarious idc

ALSO bob the cat just like RIPPING that one guy’s throat out and nico trying to stop him and just being horrified was also hilarious

my heart leapt out of my chest when they were walking over the pit of chaos and will was like “she’s telling me to jump” i was like speeding through at that point and that just came out of nowhere and i was like jesus!! that whole scene of them crossing was so good eee also when will had that thing?? that happened to him when he saw the mansion was so creepy and distressing and

i will definitely be diving into will’s trauma and issues once it’s tomorrow and my brain isn’t fried!! i’ve read too many words today

overall i LOVED the book but idk if everyone feels the same bc blocking all the critics all day has been a full time job,, but that book made my little neurodivergent brain buzz so hard

#tsats spoilers #the sun and the star #tsats #the sun and the star spoilers #nico di angelo #will solace #rick riordan #mark oshiro

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iaintlithuanian · 2 years

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A little too far || Xavier Thorpe x reader

Summary: Xavier and y/n had always had some sort of rivalry, neither of them really even noticed when they started having feelings for each other. Xavier takes everything a little too far when y/n is having a bad day. He ends up apologising and everything leads to confessions.

Warnings: swearing, angst to fluff ig, panic/anxiety attack I think that’s all.

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To say you were having a shitty day was an understatement. You were already done with today and couldn't take anymore life could throw at you. So as soon as you saw nevermore's "tortured artist" Xavier Thorpe coming your way, you groaned, already knowing what was coming from your rival. You tried to just walk past him but that didn't go to plan.

"Hey y/n!" He smirked, "you look worse than you normally do" he stated, a proud glint in his eye. You rolled your eyes already sick of the conversation which had only just begun.

" What do you want Thorpe? With all the attention you give me some would figure you like like me" You replied, not being able to resist a sassy comeback. His face dropped. His eyes glared holes into you. You didn't back down tho, keeping eye contact till he looked away.

"Well you..." Xavier trailed off, clearly thinking of something to say in return to your comment. "Wouldn't like me anyway, you know, with such a cold heart you just couldn't like someone" he snarled, but had a menacing smile at the same time. This time your face dropped. And your hands slowley began to shake, your bottom lip quivering, almost as if you were cold. That had hurt. You normally wouldn't let anything Xavier said get to you but for some odd reason that did. You didn't like the thought of him or anyone thinking that you were cold hearted and couldn't feel love for another person. You were on the verge of tears, they haven't formed yet but you knew they were coming. You snapped.

"You know, I have just as many feelings as you do!" You shouted, the rest of the student would usually just turn there heads at your bickering and they did today too. You felt yourself begin to get more emotional the more you slowly spiralled. "And it hurts just as much when someone just steps all over them" your voice got higher and it wobble during the sentence.

A look of disgust washed over Xavier's face, "god your so pathetic!" He half yelled, "and don't you ever compare yourself to me" he seethed. Tho for a quick second a different emotion plastered on his face when he saw your now clear distress. He masked it too quick for you to read tho. You stayed quiet. "School would probably shut down if you weren't here!" He laughed, antanonisinly, “queenie isn't here!" He mocked. You had been popular, you had hung out with Bianca for a long time, and you did have the role of school ‘queen' for a while until you noticed how mean Bianca and the others were toeveryone. So you left all that behind and became friends with Enid and Yoko, and sort of Wednesday. But it still hurt when he brought it up. Living in a rich family is no fun, and he of all people should know that.

"I like your knew earrings" he mocked. Tears began to spill down your face and you felt everything rush at you.

"Shut up" you whispered, barely audible. Your mind fogging up.

"Are those real diamonds, y/n?" He asked, he knew what he was doing.

'Shut up" a little louder. Your breathing began to pick up.

Did you work for that money?" He snarked.

"Shut your mouth" you warned, voice cracking.

"Or did your "daddy' buy them for you-" you cut him off.

"SHUT UP!" you cried, slowley backing away, his eyes widened at your outburst. You ran into the Forrest. No one would disturb you there, meaning no one would witness you having an anxiety/panic attack.

Xavier, tho being the cause of your attack, began to feel bad. Immediately. He would never admit it but he did like you. He just ‘knew’ that you didn't like him and so kept on being mean anyways.But he knew he had went too far this time.

Soon you heard footsteps coming closer and the growing yelling of your name. You tried to get your breathing under control but it was no use, you had let Xavier get the best of you and you were paying the price for it. All you could think about was what he had said. Yeah you weren’t perfect! But you weren’t heartless! We’re you…?

Finally Xavier found you, and the sight before him broke his heart. He had caused this. You were sitting against a tree with your knees to your chest and your head in your hands, shaking and crying. He ran up to you and kneeled in front of you. Slowly he reached out and put his hand on your shoulder. “Y/n…” he whispered softly. “Look at me…please” he asked, you obliged and looked him straight in the eye. He looked oddly guilty. “Y/n you have to control your breathing ok?” He said softly, rubbing your arm soothingly.

“I-I can-cant” you breathed.

“Breath with me okay?” He questioned. you nodded, answering his question. “Okay. In…” you breathed in with him. “And out…” you copied him. “In…” you breathed in. “Out…” you breathed out. After repeating this a few times you finally got your breathing under control and had relaxed a little. He hugged you.

He was now sat with his back against the tree and you were on his lap with your head on his chest. He had his arms wrapped around you protectively, like you would fade away if he let go. “I’m so so sorry y/n…” he sighed. “I know I went too far and..and I don’t even know why I always act like I hate you” he said, exasperated.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused. You had accepted his comfort but you thought that the feeling of hatred was still mutual. Well you had never actually hated him he just got on your nerves but you did actually like him. Who wouldn’t? He was hot, had a good personality, and he had good hair, drawing and lovely eyes.

“Look y/n, I get that you might not feel the same and i totally understand that, especially after what just happened but… I like you okay! No you know what scratch that I think I might even love you!” He rambled. You smiled to yourself, cuddling into his chest further. “I don’t expect you to like me back or anything I just thought it was better that you know-” you cut him off. You closed the gap between you both and your lips collided. His lips were soft and moved in sink with yours. The kiss was perfect, full love, passion and a little lust. You broke away.

“I like you too Xavier, and that comes to a surprise to me too, trust me” you laughed, he laughed with you.

For the rest of the day you and Xavier skipped classes and sat there, getting to know each other even more and laughing. This was defienatly the start of an amazing relationship.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #the addams family #x reader #enemies to lovers #wednesday addams

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hanitje · 7 months

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Penny, The Rescuers

So I was a bit pissed off when some dude bros (and some nasty women) complaint on social media about Penny; saying things like how boring her character was and she wasn’t like any of those “strong” princesses.

First of all, she was a CHILD. She was around five to six years old in the movie, and also an orphan. She didn’t have any friends except for an old cat named Rufus at the orphanage.

And then she was KIDNAPPED by a nasty woman named Madame Medusa, an antique dealer who brought her to a river boat. She was forced to get into a small bucket and thrown into a hole to find a freaking diamond while sometimes sea water almost drown her.

She was also being verbally abused by Medusa that she was so ugly, nobody wanted her. Medusa even threatened to “kill” her teddy bear if she didn’t do what the lady said. I dare y’all not to cry to see this little girl holding everything to herself while hearing Medusa just sweetly called her useless.

On top of all that, she was calm and collected, and even brave enough to sent a message in a bottle where The Rescuers found it. She never wailed while crying, although she deserved a good cry. When she found out that her rescuers were a bunch of mice, she was disappointed at first, but both Bernard and Ms. Bianca were good to her, and encouraged her to take some action.

She realized she needed to rescue herself, grabbed the diamond, and ran off the boat (after the swamp creatures wrecked some havoc to Medusa and her boat) on her own, driving away with the speed boat. She went home to New York orphanage, got adopted, and gave the diamond to a museum. She became famous and being called a hero. But she didn’t care with any of that; she found a loving parents, and the scene where her adoptive parents kissed her and hugged her, it was so beautiful. And she found friends in a form of small mice, and she thanked them.

Despite her youth, Penny breaks the traditional mold of the "damsel in distress" prototype by repeatedly making an effort to rescue herself, rather than wait passively to be found and rescued. She was only five years old and very shy, but the fact that she was defiant against Medusa and her crony (I forgot his name) and didn’t give up makes her a very interesting character. Everyday she tried to escape but always failed, however she kept trying.

She should become a role model for children. People calling her boring and weak especially from dude bros is a testament that they didn’t watch the movie because I don’t think they’d be able to handle a kidnapping situation where they’d have to face huge crocodiles, dangerous swamp, a trigger happy nasty crazy woman, a water hole, and death threats - and she was only FIVE/SIX YEARS OLD. How dare they called her boring and weak!

Just because she didn’t have magic powers, a fairy godmother, gods, spirits, a prince, or even a weapon (but her small critter friends) didn’t make her boring and weak. Her character development was good; from an insecure first grader to this brave little girl who would not give up and rescued herself. She was a strong good character.

Respect Penny!

#The Rescuers #Disney #Disney Animation #Disney Animated Movies #Madame Medusa #Penny The Rescuers #Miss Bianca #Bernard The Rescuers

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anyalovesu · 1 month

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tolerate it.

xiii. all is well if it ends well with you.

—"all is well if it ends well with you."

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contains 🔞 content if ur not into that or u r a minor, do noT READ

the 🔞 is pw authenticated but the password just somewhere around this series hehe ( i did this to save face bc im that is the first time i wrote straight up smut and i'm seriously slowly getting delirious if it's good or what ) ( skl: embarrassingly i had a friend who has the experience that clearly i don't, read it and give me feedback if shit i wrote actually happens (basically validating the shit that i wrote) and it's safe to say that was the most awkward phase of our friendship 🥲🤡 )

ur feedback will be appreciated ( you can send it here ) tell me what i can improve or which parts did u enjoy or whatever u want to tell me ( pls be nice ) and i will read it and respond if u ever send me ur thoughts hehe

this is the last chapter of this series but i might be writing more about this in the epilogue or in the side stories hehe if ur interested in that, i will link the bsides on the main post !!

most of all, thank you, to anyone who read this. for a good amount of time i was convinced that i would be the only one reading this over and over until im delusional that someone is reading this other than me but it turned out that someone is actually reading whatever this is that i write 🥲🥲 sooo thank u sm, i will always appreciate u guys 🤍

anyways...

“Cielo, oh my god, you need to stop crying, papagalitan na tayo ng coordinator! They’re looking for me na!” Bianca whined, handing Cielo another tissue as Cielo asked her to accompany her before they went to the venue. “It’s not like she’s not gonna be your sister anymore!”

“Hindi mo nga kasi naiintindihan!” Cielo whined, breath hitching as he kept on crying.

“I’m gonna get kuya. I’m so sorry I don’t know how to comfort you anymore, Cielo!” Bianca was in a verge of tears as well, being all stressed out and needing to excuse herself from the situation because she didn’t want to ruin the hard work that the make-up artists did on her.

That being said, as Bianca was running towards the men’s dressing room when she came across Leon, who was all ready to go. “Oh bakit ka andito? Hindi pa kayo nakakaalis nila Ynes?”

“Cielo is still crying, kuya! I don’t know what to do anymore!” Bianca was clearly in distress. Her and Cielo have been friends for a long time too, and getting overwhelmed when a friend needed her really made her feel gutted.

“Pumunta ka na sa sasakyan. I’ll handle this, okay?” Bianca nodded before making her way to the front of the resort where the vans were waiting for them, meeting the rest of the girls.

Leon headed to where Bianca seemingly came from to find Cielo in the courtyard garden of the exclusive resort that they rented in Batangas. He was sitting on one of the benches, sniffing with the pack of tissue that Bianca had left him before she went to get someone to help.

“Hi,” he smiled, sitting next to him. Cielo was surprised to see Leon next to him that he jumped a bit when he heard his sister's soon-to-be husband. “Still worried about your Ate Ellie, no?”

Cielo nodded in honesty. Leon would not help but notice how adorable he was, realizing how much he is like his sister. So emotional and sensitive. Even the way they talk is so similar he finds it uncanny sometimes. It really shows how involved Eli was in his life. She did raise him after all, more than their own parents did, which only made Eli even more beautiful in his eyes despite not being able to see her since yesterday. At such a young age, Elijah raised this emotionally intelligent and sensitive young boy, which turned out to be one of the warmest people he ever met in his life.

“Please don’t take my ate away,” he sniffled, pulling yet another tissue from the pack to wipe his tears and blow his nose. “I don’t wanna be left alone.”

“Ellie is still going to be Ellie, Cielo,” Leon chuckled, putting a comforting arm around the younger. “Wala akong inaagaw. She’s still gonna be there for you the moment you ask her to. Kailan ba humindi ang ate mo sa’yo, ha?”

Even before Eli moved out for college, she was there for him. Natrouble that school? Eli would be there. Naiwan ang baon sa bahay? It’s alright, Eli will just buy him new food or give him money. Nakalimutan magsabi na kailangan ng illustration board or ng cartolina kinabukasan, don’t fret, Ate Eli would be there before the time period when you need it with anything you might need. Eli always showed love by being there and doing things for other people. Everyone pretty much knew that. So it’s a surprise that Cielo is worried that she’s not going to be there as much for him when she gets married when it’s always been him who’s always at the top of her priority list.

“When you have children, she’s not going love me as much,” he sobbed, body shaking as he finally says what his main worry was.

Leon sighed. “I doubt we’re gonna have children until you’re ready, Cielo.”

“Hindi naman kasi para sa akin ang desisyon na ‘yon, kuya,” he argued.

“Yes, it’s for us to make. But knowing your ate, she’s not gonna do it until kaya mo na ng wala s’ya.”

“I’m always going to need, Ate.”

“Maybe just until you need your Ate Ellie less,” he smiled at him. “We’re young, Cielo, and at the peaks of our careers. Trust me when I say na hindi pa kami rin ready rin na magkaroon ng anak. So if waiting for you will be our sign to actually be ready, then you’re doing us a favor.”

“Are you really going to wait for me?”

Leon nodded and before he knew it, Cielo’s arms were around him already. “Thank you, Kuya.”

—

“You may now say your vows,” the officiant then steps aside before Leon takes the mic and opens his card that is eloquently decorated, a design that Elijah remembers she drew herself during the week that they were asked not to go to work because of the incident.

“Ellie,” he starts with a heavy sigh, before shaking his hands to relieve himself of his nerves. “Don’t worry, hindi naman ako kinakabahan dahil hindi ako sure. Kinakabahan lang ako baka kasi magkamali ako and I don’t want to mess it up.”

The crowd laughed at his remark before he glanced at her parents before glancing back at her. “It’s been approximately 23 years since I’ve had the privilege of meeting you. You have been my best friend ever since I could remember having one. And I must say 13-year-old Leon would go full on cardiac arrest if he found out that this would happen. That 10 years later, I would be standing in front of our loved ones, reciting my vows to you. That being said, I promise to always scour the internet and everyone and their mom just so I would know how to cook whatever you are craving the way you want it to. I promise to wait, everytime, especially when you’re still afraid to tell the truth. I promise to sit with you until you’ve already recovered from your emotions. I promise to always drive back 2 hours, give or take, whenever you forget something at home. I can promise so many more things but I’m afraid, for once, to say it. Hindi dahil hindi ko kayang gawin. Natatakot ako na baka hindi ko masabi lahat. Dahil d’yan, I must repeat a promise that I have already made before just to remind you that if you want me to, I will, dahil ikaw ang palaging masusunod. Ellie, I promise to never let you work for anything ever again unless you really want to. I know you come from a long line of families who worked hard for what they have right now, but Ellie, I promise to never let you work to be loved ever again. I promise to never let you try at all to be someone that people would love, dahil hindi na’tin sila kabati kapag hindi ka nila gusto. I promise to never leave your side ever again or ever meet death face to face again unless you tell me that you are ready for it. And although I don’t have to promise it, I promise to love you, always, in your highs and lows, and occasionally in the in betweens. I promise to be there, or here, or anywhere you want us to be dahil sa totoo lang, masaya na ako na magkasama tayo. Iyo ako, Ellie, palagi.”

“Hala,” Ellie sniffed as Ynes ran in front with a box of tissues to hand Ellie. “OMG ka, thank you, babes.”

“How do I start this, wait lang naiiyak talaga ako.”

“I can wait, baby,” he chuckled, reaching for her hand and squeezing it before she let out a heavy breath, gathering herself. “Okay na?”

Eli nodded before finally letting his hand go and opening her card. “I still wonder up until now how we always end up in the same route, to that house by the beach in Batangas, and somehow things would be alright when we go back. If I had known that pattern I wouldn’t have spent four longing years without you, because those years burrowed the pain so deeply inside me that it felt normal. And you waltzing back in my life like it was fucking nothing made me so mad because it felt like you were uprooting that pain again that I so badly didn’t want to feel ever again. But now that it’s uprooted and thrown way past me, I realized why it had to be done. I was never going to heal if the one causing the pain was still in me and really, thank you, because even if you don’t try, even if you just sit there yapping about how annoying I am for always insisting to do things for you, for always working for things I can just ask for, for making myself think that I am less than how you see me, you heal me, Leon. Every bruise and wound, somehow feels so much better when you’re the one who makes it feel better.”

“When we were young, Myla told us that it was possible that love was born at the same time that humanity emerged and it never stopped existing from then. It was as if humans were made to love. I was too young to realize it back then, but now that I’m old enough to admit it, Leon, I have known love ever since the day we first met. I had a clear vision of what love was like with you. I remember this memory with you in a preppy preschool daycare and me being the push over little kid that I am did what every little kid there asked me to and while now that I’ve thought of this, nothing was wrong with conformity, you took my hand back then and told the kids to do it themselves. Then it was you stepping in front of me when I was being bullied in Elementary school, then it was you always picking me in group activities because people would just ask me to do it on my own when we were in High School. You’ve protected me from things that could hurt me because as you said, there’s already too much pain in me for some lazy lowlife to add more into it. You’ve always made space for me to grow. I used to think it was unfair why you chose to let me go during college but now that I’ve reframed it, I realized that I needed that growing space. And even though it hurt you too and you were a little bitch to not admit it right away, thank you so much for giving me that space to grow. So I promise to protect you too, in the most deranged ways that you could think of. I promise to send anyone who tries to hurt you bankrupt. I promise to hold you when you’re full of emotions too. I promise to kiss you good night and good morning or whenever you ask for it. I promise to actually play the games that you put on my computer. I promise na hindi na ako magiiwan ng gamit sa bahay para wala ka nang babalikan. I promise na hindi ko na tutulugan ang mga pinapanood mo. I promise to take care of you, even when you object. I promise to get better, everyday, for you and for the life we’ll live from now on. Because in the same way that humans were made to love, when love emerged at the same time as humanity, it must not be a coincidence that I knew love from the very first day I met you. I was made for loving you, Leon and all is well if it ends well with you. Kaya pinapangako ko, na magduda man, magtaka man, maligaw o mawala man, ang bawat daan ko, Leon, ay palaging pabalik sa’yo.”

continue here (bianca and eli's conversation)

Bianca engulfed her sister-in-law in a warm embrace as soon as she opened the door. Soon after that, sniffles followed as her hold only got tighter.

The two sat there and talked about everything. Even going as far as talking about her recent split up with Liz Sim that broke Elijah half as much as it broke Bianca. It turned out that after Eli sent their company in the States bankrupt, Liz blasted her about how cruel and evil her family was—especially Elijah. And as cold as Bianca’s demeanor may be, she did not know how to take all the words said to Ellie not after everything she learned about what Liz’s family did to her Ate Ellie.

“It’s gonna be alright, bunso,” Ellie smiled at her kissing the side of her head as she cried, make-up now half ruined from all the crying she’s done. “Right now, let’s just enjoy the night, alright? We’re gonna meet people out there that’s going to treat us so much better than they did.”

“Right, hindi na’tin sila kabati,” Bianca sniffed, reaching for her handbag to retouch her makeup.

Ellie chuckles at her. It really can’t be denied that Bianca really was raised on Leon and Tobi’s back, because behind all that cold demeanor is a childish heart that is sensitive and will break at the mere sight of their loved ones getting hurt. Leon mentioned before that he was afraid that maybe Bianca was growing up to be hard and cold, unlike how he sees Cielo, who was the complete opposite. Right now, Ellie really can’t understand why he thinks that way, because all three of them are just softies hiding behind cold facial expressions.

“Let me help you with that,” Ellie smiled, picking up the makeup from the younger’s bag to help her do her retouches.

As soon as they were back, even with Leon still not being able to read Bianca’s messages earlier, he already knew Bianca had just finished crying. After all, he can feel his sister’s mood even from a mile away. It’s not hard to do for him anyway, especially when he had to study her facial expressions even as a baby just to know what she could possibly need even if they had nannies to do that for them.

“Girl talk, kuya,” Bianca told him right away before he could even ask. “Wag mo na muna tanungin kung anong pinagusapan namin, bukas mo na alamin.”

“Alright, well, can I have my wife back?” He chuckled at her. Bianca made a face and let go of Ellie’s hand, handing it over to her brother.

“All yours,” just then Alonzo Park arrives and asks for a dance with her youngest daughter leaving the newlyweds with each other.

“Hindi n’yo talaga sasabihin sa akin?” he asked, even trying to make puppy dog eyes to convince his wife to tell him, but Ellie already promised she would let Leon find out for himself so she really wasn’t going to say anything. So she shrugged her head.

“Did you have your things good to go na for Balesin?” Ellie asked them, starting to worry that they’d be late for everything as they’d be heading straight to their honeymoon destination straight after the party.

“Baby, Balesin is owned by Amina Myoi, what are you worrying about?” Leon laughed.

“Oh my god, Leon, don’t tell me hindi mo pa inaayos?”

Leon laughed at her wife even more before planting a soft kiss on her lips. “Naayos ko na po. Okay na, pinakaba lang kita.”

“I’m just saying na ayoko lang na makaabala tayo sa iba natin na kasama,” Ellie rolled her eyes at him. “Especially when your cousins offered pa to be the ones to bring us there! I don’t want them to think-”

“Anong sabi na’tin tungkol sa iisipin ng iba?” Leon cuts her off with a cheeky grin on his face, knowing all too well that it was discussed in front of everyone in their vows earlier.

“Yeah, whatever, it’s me you have to worry about. I don’t like being late, alam mo ‘yon,” Elijah replied to him.

—

“Baby,” Ellie calls out sternly as Leon plants yet another kiss on her neck while they were waiting in the private lounge of the airport waiting for their boarding time. “Keep your hands to yourself muna, please.”

While most of the people in the lounge were just their friends, they had some family members joining them too which meant that their little siblings could see Leon as bright as day, well, literally unable to keep his hands to himself. “Kahit ba quickie lang sa cr, baby?”

“I’m gonna have to keep you waiting, Leon. I’m sorry,” she chuckled at her husband, visibly in distress from how long he already has been holding himself back. He has already been planning how to ruin her the moment they left the wedding reception and it’s taking too much time waiting in this godforsaken lounge with so many people.

For a good moment he regrets agreeing that they should come in the getaway destination after considering that they could literally have an entire villa to themselves and fuck the living daylights out of each other without being disrupted. His patience was running thin but he knew he had to be on his best behavior if he wanted to keep Ellie’s mood to its crisp condition right now if he wanted to get what he’s been fantasizing about for 4 hours already.

“Leon, calm the fuck down,” Ellie curses as soon as Leon pushes her down the white duvet, not seeming to give a flying fuck if they were on the bed with their outside clothes on.

“I’m not sure if I can do that, baby,” he smirked as he hungrily pressed his lips against her, hands stealthily picking on the buttons of her light blue shirt.

“I’m all yours, love,” she chuckled, holding his face on both sides, forcing him to look at her. His eyes were dilated, blasted with both pure adoration at the woman lying under him, for the first time while they’re at their intimate activities. “Take your time, please?”

Leon then pauses, looks Ellie straight in the eye trying to see if there was hesitation lingering in her expression. There wasn’t, which was confusing to Leon, but he didn’t want to do anything that would make Eli uncomfortable. A blush creeped into her face when she realized that she might have to explain herself.

“Are you okay, baby? P’wede naman bukas na kapag okay ka na?”

Oh god. Ellie just wanted the floor to open and swallow her whole when Leon blurted that out.

How the fuck is it possible to explain that she was fully aware how fucking big he was and she had been questioning every saint she knew of if she was capable to taking that big of a body part inside her?

Elijah shrugged, eyes glossing in embarrassment as she tried to hide her face.

“Baby, we can do it some other time, it’s okay-”

“No,” Eli retorts immediately, pushing herself up to a sitting position as she gathers up courage to actually say it.

“Are you sure? Saka nalang, baby–”

“Leon,” she calls, holding his face once again, forcing him to focus on her, leaning in to kiss him once again. “I want to do it, baby.” She mumbles quietly, as she turns to kiss his neck before nestling her face perfectly between the space connecting his neck and shoulder blades.

“What’s holding you back, Ellie?” he finally asks his wife, trying to pull her away from his neck but the younger remains unmoving. “Hmm?”

“I haven’t done it with anyone for quite some time,” she hummed. “And you’re malaki, Leon. I don’t want it to hurt.”

“You think it’s going to hurt?” he chuckles, finally managing to pull her away to kiss her once more making Ellie hummed against the kiss. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t take that as a compliment—the fact that she thinks he is big and the fact that she’s still willing to do it despite the impediment of it possibly hurting her. “You want me to make it hurt less?”

“Please?” She looked at him, eyes round and glossy which really is just the most enticing thing Leon has ever seen her do.

“Okay,” Leon smiled at her fondly before carefully laying her down once again, kissing her slowly, lips moving in sync as his hands travel down to her jeans, fiddling on the silver button before finally pulling down the cold zipper.

continue here: honeymoon avenue (password authenticated; clue: color of ellie's engagement ring, 3 words, english, 15 letters, no spaces)

continue here (keeping up with the yangs chaos)

continue here (housemates' gc)

continue here (leon and eli's convo)

“Oh, bakit umiiyak ka nanaman?” Leon asked as soon as he entered the room after brushing his teeth in the bathroom. They had just come back from dinner and Elijah was, at most, tipsy from the Sangria that was served earlier. “Bakit ka umiiyak?”

Ellie looks at him with a look that assures him that she’s not hurt. She’s just overwhelmed with emotions that feel too big for her own heart to process. Considering the amount of Sangria she had consumed with the girls earlier, her emotions were just flowing out of her. “Si iyakin talaga,” he chuckled before crawling on the bed, over the fresh bed sheets that were changed when they were in dinner.

“I’m just really happy,” she mumbled before climbing on Leon’s lap to hug him properly for comfort while Leon does what he does best, giving her deep compression by squeezing her. “I can’t believe everything turned out okay. I really hoped it was going to be okay.”

Everything was all so overwhelming but she knew she was safe. At last. All the pain, all the wandering around aimlessly in life—everything seemed to be falling back into place, here with the love of her life, holding her like nothing can take her away.

And she really hoped it would be like that.

Because then, she knows that this was the agony was for and it was all worth it.

All that matters is that it ended up here where she is celebrated for her mere existence and for the love that she gives—it doesn’t even matter how much there is to share, the mere fact that there is love is already celebrated.

She’s finally where she truly belongs. Back to where all the turns and roundabouts lead her to.

“I love you,” he hums, against her shoulder as he calms her down from her emotions.

Home.

“I love you, Leon.” she mumbled.

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the thing about armand in tva is we know from the start exactly when he dictating this book to david and why. he's doing it for benji and sybelle - the latter in particular, so much so he says david should title it 'song for sybelle'. he has no real idea of it being published beyond that, and the epilogue is specifically written at a later time, so the hopeful tone he has about 'his kids' (sybelle is literally a grown woman, but whatever that's how he thinks of her) throughout the book can be contrasted with his horrified reaction to their fates at the close.

we know he's telling the version of his past he wants benji and sybelle to know. the point is so they can know how much meeting them meant to him, not to necessarily give them a comprehensive view of his life. i mean he spends almost the whole book on a couple years of his life despite being centuries old. and if you compare it to marius's account of their time in venice in blood and gold, armand is purposefully leaving out how unhappy he was at times during that period. to be clear, i definitely don't think marius is a more trustworthy source than armand, but i also don't think he has a reason to lie, because marius often comes off worse in his version of events and in many of the events described he was able to read armand's mind. in tva armand spends little time on how his loss of memories impacted his day to day life, but marius spends a lot of time talking about the distress this caused armand and how it made him physically ill. armand paints marius as turning him only to save his life, but marius is very explicit about the fact he decided to turn armand the day they met and he was just waiting until armand had matured some (which, fwiw is more in line with what others like louis said in previous books when recounting what armand told them of his past). he doesn't share how he was initially distraught after being turned and unable to confide in bianca, nor does he spend time describing how he secretly told her about vampires and marius's true nature. he doesn't recount at all a rift forming between he and marius after they visited armand's homeland (though this one i am possibly more inclined to believe might be marius exaggerating, because he can no longer read armand's mind, and i can imagine marius possibly growing more distant from armand in a way he might not register). nevertheless, armand confesses he hated marius at times as the centuries passed, but generally paints a much more harmonious picture of his life in marius's household than marius does. part of this i do think is armand selectively remembering to shield himself from the horror of what he lived through, but part of it i do think is that these events simply don't serve the narrative he's crafting for benji and sybelle. he wants benji and sybelle to know he was an outsider and had conflicted religious feelings, he doesn't really spend as much time talking about how much he missed his father. he talks about the horrors of living through the children of satan's onslaught, but doesn't talk about how the night before he and marius were having another argument about turning bianca into a vampire, because armand couldn't bear the thought of her dying and hated deceiving her. his shifting feelings on the idea of fledglings don't factor into what he's trying to tell two of them, because the thought they'd ever need to think about taking the dark gift doesn't occur to him.

he actually highlights how benji and sybelle enjoy the riches and mortal luxuries he gives them unlike daniel, but they've only been together a few weeks. daniel and armand were together for a decade. it's not really a reasonable comparison. but he wants this to be a happy ending, telling benji and sybelle why their lives with him are different and special. their love is different from any other love he's had and that's why their bond is unbreakable. armand quite literally tried to kill himself a few weeks ago, i just cannot buy that his life has totally turned around like he describes.

his happiness reeks of mania to me - he's made benji and sybelle his new reasons for living so he has a reason why it was good his attempted suicide failed. he emphasizes how much they love him and vice versa to let them know how appreciative he is. he even says sybelle is the first mortal to say 'i love you' to him, even though we know from the devil's minion daniel said it to him (and presumably more than once, given it's said as part of a summary of things daniel would often say during arguments). but that relationship has soured. so that love doesn't count. he is similarly bitter and petty when describes his relationship with louis, who we know he passionately loved. he's just not in a space where he feels good about any of his past great loves. he gives them both like, a few pages in the tome of his life - even though he and louis spent a lifetime together and he let his entire coven be destroyed and committed horrors so they could run away together. even though he broke a vow he clung to centuries purely for the love of daniel and told him he wouldn't have cared about about the apocalypse a few years ago, but now he felt differently because he had daniel. i don't think that slim page count or his catty insults means they weren't actually central figures in his life. the basic facts of what he did for them contradicts that. rather, to me it indicates the hurt is still very raw and he doesn't want to get into it and think about the ways he's still upset about what happened when this is a song for sybelle, an ode how parental love fixed his heart. not about how he's still smarting. even with lestat, who he is the most tender with as he desperately misses him, he still can't help but be snarky and reference to how lestat always spurned him. he alludes to the fact he has hated marius, but spares benji and sybelle the details because to much would interfere with the idyllic 'before' he wants venice to be, and after all they know marius at this time and have already started staying with him at the time david has him start this project. they don't need to get into that.

none of the narrators in tvc are without agenda and biases - that's part of the fun! but i do think it's notable that armand's in particular is given this very specific framing in a way most of the books aren't, and i do think that's done to contrast his tone of voice when he's telling the story to his mortal kids of how they saved him from his suicidal despair vs the resignation that he has in the epilogue when he realizes he's lost the life he'd just spent the last several hundred pages hyping as his drive into the sunset moment.

#this started a post about how i don't think it's fair to use tva to downplay loumand or devil's minion #as i have seen some fans of [redacted] ship do #(i am certainly biased as i love loumand and devil's minion but i also think i'm right)#and turned into a longer musing about #what events armand chose to include in his book and what he didn't #like. he really skates over the majority of his life. because that's not for benji and sybelle. he wants them to know him #but not to be known #iwtv #kaitlin speaks

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I can’t stop thinking about “Lawissa” 🥺🥺🥺 I imagine Weems watching out the window every day seeing Wednesday walking around with her girlfriends to class

Omg I imagine she’ll see Wednesday being her stoic, heartless self around other students and then when it’s just her and her girlfriends and Bianca, she’s so giddy and happy and excited.

🥺🥺🥺 Larissa watching over Wednesday from her office 😭😭😭

Ughhhh gods I love their dynamic so muchhhhhhh

waitwaitwaitwaitWAIT

One day, Larissa notices that both Enid and Yoko aren't with Wednesday. So, she goes out to find Wednesday and the little raven is very clearly distressed by the absence of her girlfriends, both of them having business they needed to handle. So, Larissa invites Wednesday to spend the day in her office so she doesn't have to be alone🥺🥺🥺

When they get inside, Wednesday starts slipping into little space. Larissa had planned to collect any school work she had for the day but changes her mind when she sees Wednesday regressing. So instead, she has Baby Wednesday sit on her lap while she works, the tiny seer curling up cozily against the shapeshifter

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫oh my gods this is so cuuuuttteeeeeeeeeeeeeee

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#anon ask #ask answered #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #agere wednesday #sfw littlespace #larissa weems #vampravenwolf essentials

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Survivor's Guilt: a very long percico drabble

Percy graduates from college, after four years of hard work. He celebrates with his friends, his mom, his stepdad and baby sister, his girlfriend... Then he goes home and cries.

And cries,

and cries,

and cries until he runs out of tears. Then he downs a bottle of water and starts crying again.

How could he do this to them? Live a normal life, a happy life, accomplish things and go to parties and eat cake, when some of his closest friends would never be able to do any of those things?

There's a landline in his dorm, which he was allowed one last night's stay in to pack before he was off to the races. They installed landlines in CHB too, but who could he possibly call?

...

A phone rings in cabin thirteen. Thanks to the time difference, it's nearly midnight in New York, and this is one of the precious few nights that he's able to get himself to sleep.

But whoever's calling him... He gets the feeling, down in his gut, that it's important.

So he, begrudgingly, answers. "Hey..." He croaks out, still rubbing the sleep out of his eye. "... Are you good?" Whoever it was on the other side sounded... Distressed. Like they'd been crying.

"Hey, Neeks." Percy? "Um... I don't know why I'm calling you, I just... I don't know. I feel like shit right now, and you've got a lot of experience with feeling like shit. So I thought... I'm sorry, I'll just hang up-"

"No, no, don't... Don't hang up." He didn't want Percy to feel guilty or ashamed for reaching out for help. Even if it was midnight, he still wanted to be there for his friend. Because that's what he was to him now, a friend. A very dear friend, who he used to have feelings for, but that's all in the past now. Obviously, he's got Will now. "What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know. I guess I just... You know the whole graduation ceremony, right?"

"Yeah. I wish I could've been there, but Will was sick, and he needed taking care of. And since he's too proud to get officially checked out by his siblings... Sorry, this isn't supposed to be about me. But is that what you're upset about?"

"No... No, it... It isn't that. It's just... I just couldn't stop thinking about... About everyone. About Silena, and Charlie, and Zoe, and..." ... And Bianca.

He pushed aside the clench in his own heart. "... Survivor's guilt?"

"What?"

"Y'know, when you... Feel bad for... For making it out alive, when other people didn't."

...

He was silent for a moment as something clicked in his head. "Is... Is that what it's called?"

"Yeah..."

He sniffled, he must've sounded pathetic. "... Yeah. Gods, I feel so whiny..."

"Hey, hey, don't do that. Don't start feeling bad for feeling bad. It's ok." His voice was gentle and soothing, and made his heart rate go down immediately. "It's ok, you don't need to feel guilty. You're only human, after all. Well... Figuratively speaking, anyway."

He let out a laugh. "Yeah, I know." Gods, all he wanted was to hear his voice go all soft like that again, to tell him everything was ok, that he was safe, and he didn't need to feel guilty. To feel his bony fingers carding through his hair, his arms cradling his torso. He wanted to be held. By him specifically. He didn't understand why, but something about him was... Special. "... I wish you were here."

...

Something fluttered in his chest. No, no, he's just a friend. "Yeah... Me too. Maybe... Maybe I could shadow-travel?"

"No, I-I don't want you to get all tired." He almost wanted to coo at how concerned he was.

He settled for a silent smile, and a pink blush that would be undetectable under the phone. "I'll be fine, I'm sure of it. I've gone a lot farther, with a lot more to carry. Besides, you..." You sound like you need to be held. Of course, he couldn't say that, it would sound too romantic. "... You seem upset. And I know a phone call isn't the same as being there in person. So... See you there." And with that, he dissolved into the shadows.

...

Seeing Nico appear, sitting cross-legged on his bed, he almost wanted to laugh. He was wearing very expensive-looking satin pajamas, black with white pinstripes and a patch of an anatomically correct heart overlayed right on top of where his actual heart would be. But that wasn't the funny part, the funny part was that the pajamas were about two sizes too big for him, and that his hair was sticking up every which way, almost looking like devil horns.

But his warm, sincere smile was nothing short of angelic. "Hey." He took Percy's hand. "Is there... Anything you need? Anything to eat or drink?"

"Um, I'm good on that thanks. I just... I just need you." He stopped. "Sorry, sorry, that sounded clingy."

"No, it's... Fine." He hesitated. "What do you need me to do?"

He chewed his lip. "Um... Just... Stay with me, please?"

"Ok... Do you... Wanna cuddle?"

"How could you tell?"

He shrugged. "You were holding yourself." He hadn't even noticed that. "Come here." He held his arms out.

Percy hesitated for just a moment. Normally, Nico hates physical contact. Why is he offering it so freely now?

But shortly, that moment disappeared, and he gladly welcomed Nico's embrace. It was a bit awkward with the height difference, but Percy eventually laid down and let Nico lay on top of him. Very suggestive position, he noted detachedly, but they didn't like each other that way, so what did it matter?

He stroked his back and hummed a little. "It's ok. You're ok. You haven't done anything wrong. You... You deserve to move on, to live your life and... And be happy."

Percy could feel his throat getting knotted up again. "They deserved that too."

"I know. And it's not fair that they didn't get to. But they're ok, y'know? They're in elysium, or the stars, or they've been reincarnated and they're somewhere out there as a totally new person, making the best of whatever life they're born into. They're gonna be ok."

"It's not... Just... That they're dead. It's that they died, in so much pain and anguish, some of them hadn't even had their first kiss yet. Some of them died unclaimed. Some of them... Some of them didn't even get a proper funeral."

"They did. Well... Not a proper one, but they got headstones at least. I made sure to that." Nico sighed. "I know, it's still... Bittersweet. But that's the best I can offer. And... And Percy?"

"Yeah?" He croaked out.

"... Look, life might be painful sometimes, but... It can be beautiful too." His fingers ran through his hair as he sat up, tenderly cradling Percy's head in his lap. "You need to treasure it, ok? I know you're going down a bit of a spiral right now, and that's ok. It's ok to feel like shit. But once you're done feeling like shit, you've gotta go back out there and live." He leaned down, cupping his face in his cold, cold hands. "There, now have I made you feel any better? Even just by a tiny bit?"

"Mhm." His face broke into a smile as his arms slung around Nico's waist. "Thank you, I..." I love you. Where was that about to come from? "... Thank you so much, for being such a good friend."

"Anything for you, Jackson." The phrase made blood rush to his face. What was that supposed to mean? Could it be that he... No. No, absolutely not. Not his type, remember? "Is there anything you need? Anything at all. I... I want you to be ok. And I know I won't be able to magically make that happen, but... If there's anything I can do that could help you along with that, I wanna do it."

He sighed in contentment, looking up admiringly at Nico, so sweet, so loving. "Like I said, just... Stay with me. Actually... Do you wanna spend the night?"

...

"I... I don't know. Will may have been fully recovered, or at least insisted he was, earlier today, but I still don't wanna leave him alone in case anything bad happens to him. He... He still needs me."

Percy pouted. He was so cute when he pouted. Wait, what? "I need you too."

"I know... But he wouldn't see it that way. He... Tends to be the jealous type. And although Happy Will is a dream come true, Jealous Will is a nightmare to deal with."

He sat up next to him now. "... Really?"

"Yeah. Even talking with another guy a little too long was enough to set him off. If he found out that I'd gone so far as to shadow-travel all the way here to hang out with you, when he knows I used to have feelings for you, and that I spent the night in your dorm room, all because you called me late at night... He'd be livid."

Percy looked at him skeptically, almost seeming... Concerned. "What does he do when he's set off?"

He shrugs. "He just gets childish and snarky, gives me the cold shoulder. The worst part is that I can't talk him out of it, and if I try, he just doubles down. But... I can't blame him. He's been cheated on before."

"He has?"

He nodded. "Well, maybe cheated is the wrong word. Nothing actually came of it, but she tried to make it happen. You know about Drew, right?"

"Yeah, she uh... Jason told me about her."

He chewed his lip. "... That was his girlfriend."

Percy's jaw dropped. "What? No. I thought he was gay!"

"Bisexual, actually."

"Huh..."

"... Yeah. Anyway... So I get why he has trust issues. I do too. Maybe not the same kind, but trust issues nonetheless. And he's working on them. He's been getting better... And this is gonna really set him back if he finds out about it. So I need to go, right now." He stood up, but his knees were like jelly, and he almost immediately ended up with a mouthful of dirty college dorm carpet. "... Ow..." How did he not realize how weak he was? Maybe because he'd been sitting the entire time.

He heard Percy's deep chuckle behind him. "Ok, that settles it. You're staying with me." He picked him up off the floor, carrying me bridal style. "Hey, maybe we can go get breakfast with Hazel tomorrow morning before we leave for New York."

"Wait... You're driving back to New York for me?"

He shrugged. "I'm already going back. Why not drive you home too? You could definitely use a break from shadow-travel."

He laid Nico in the bed, and he smiled up at him. "Thank you... Why are you going back?"

"Eh, I wanna be with my mom."

"... Huh. I guess I always just assumed that you and Annabeth would get an apartment here right after college."

"Me too." He laid next to him. "But y'know... You're not the only on having relationship issues."

"Oh?"

"Yeah... It's fine. She's fine. She's great, actually. It's just... I don't know. The spark is just... Gone, somehow. And it sucks, and it scares me, because I... I wanna keep loving her. I've got a good thing going, I know I do. I know I'm lucky to have a girl like her. But... Here lately, I just don't really... Feel anything. I'm hoping a little distance will make my heart grow fonder." He sighed and pulled him closer. "... Goodnight, Nico."

And just like that, Nico was out like a light.

#percico #pernico #nicercy #pjo hoo #pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #writing #fanfiction

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saraiisstanky · 2 years

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Alive!Bianca Hades game au

I have this au where Bianca lives and stuff (but I’m still working on it so I haven’t made doodles yet)

But I did make doodles of my au but it’s inspired by the Hades game AU @velinxi made

Facts In this sort of Hades AU:

- Bianca has earth abilities

- she’s stronger than Nico

- she is hella scared of dead things

- she later leaves the underworld to join Artemis hunt to get away from the dead

- when she’s nervous her Laurel thingy turns white and flurries

- when she’s distressed it decays

- when Nico is startled his decays

- Nico still has a rough life but his sister is alive

- Bianca was supposed to be Hades heir but she ran away and Nico got stuck with being in charge

- Hazel is older than them (four years older than Nico, two years older than Bianca)

- Bianca can be mad scary with her powers

#pjo #doodles #art #fanart #nico di angelo #greek gods au #hades game au #bianca di angelo #Alive! Bianca au

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Introducing Baby Barber No. 2

Summary: Andy and Reader welcome another baby Barber into the world.

Andy Barber x Black! Reader, Bianca Barber, New Baby

Warnings: Light Angst, Infant Medical Conditions, Excited BiBi, Fluff, Cursing, Happiness, Minors DNI

A/N: This was so fun to write.Part of my Growing Pains Series. Let me know what you think. Please! I want feedback! Bye now!

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Three Months In…

You, Andy, and BiBi had just finished dinner when you decided to drop the bomb.

“Alright, you two. Mama has gifts for you both.” You get up to retrieve them from your hiding spot.

“Gifts?” Andy murmurs. “What’s the occasion?”

“Eh, I was just thinking about you is all.” You respond with a shrug as you hand them both a wrapped box.

“Presents!” Four-year-old Bianca screeches. They both tear into the paper. Bianca manages to get hers open first. She holds up the shirt you bought for her, working hard to read the words. Just in time for Andy to open his box. He looks down at the shoes, momentarily confused.

“Mama…”

“Sound it out, BiBi.” You encourage her.

“I’m. A. Big. Sister.”

Your husband holds up the baby booties. “Are you being serious right now, Y/N?” His voice is hoarse with emotion.

“I am.” You whisper. “We’re having a baby, honey. Another baby, that is. And our Bianca Bibbity here is gonna be a big sister. Are you…are you guys excited?” There’s a moment of silence before your daughter launches herself into your arms.

“I get a brover or sissy!” She places two smacking kisses on your cheek. “Mama! I is so happy!”

“You are, baby?”

“Yeah!” Bianca squeals. “Gonna teach dem everything. How to color and dance and I gonna keep dah monsters away…” Your happy girl goes on and on and on.

Andy just looks at you, tears shimmering in his eyes. “Baby number two. You wanna do this again with me?” You take his hand.

“There’s no one else in the world that I would rather do this with, especially the second time around. You ridiculous man.” You press a kiss to his knuckles.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You’re not sure how it happens, but somehow, some way, you two end up dancing around the kitchen, both of you holding Bianca in your arms.

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Six Months In…

Bianca joins you on the couch holding a book in her hands. She rests a small hand on your growing belly.

“Hi.” She leans down to whisper. “Dunno if you is sleepin’ but this is big sister talkin’. I is tellin’ you I love you, and I here to read you a story. Mama and Daddy read me stories tuh help me sleep all duh time. Dis’ help you sleep. It’s called The Cat in the Hat.”

You loved this. So far, BiBi hadn’t shown any real signs of jealousy regarding the baby. She talked to them all the time. Asked them questions. Tried to get them to watch movies with her. Which had been interesting when you had to explain that the baby couldn’t really see what was happening on the TV. So then she had decided to narrate the entire movie to her sibling.

It had proved to be a wonderful distraction, because you and Andy had just received some tough news. One of your baby’s kidneys was in distress, and there was a strong possibility that if it didn’t fix itself in utero, they would require emergency surgery as soon as they were born.

And there was nothing you could do about it right now. There was no vitamin you could take. No workout. Nothing. All you could do was hope and pray.

Your husband was beside himself, but for your benefit he was trying his damnedest not to show it.

But you two may or may not have held each other in the doctor’s office. He’d placed you in his lap and you’d rubbed his back. You both had needed comfort at that moment.

“Mama. Help, pwease?”

“Of course, BiBi. We’ll read it together.” You couldn’t wait until the day you could hold both of your babies at the same time. Please let that day come.

“Following along with me, okay?” She nods her head.

“The sun did not shine, it was too wet to play, so we sat in the house all that cold, cold wet day…”

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Eight Months In…

“Our baby is a fighter.” Andy growls. “They are going to kick this shit in its ass, surgery or no surgery.”

“You’re right, baby.”

“We are not going to lose our child. I fucking refuse.”

“No, we’re not gonna lose them.” You reassure your husband. “My OBGYN said our little goober’s vitals were looking better. Way better.”

“But still not good enough.” He huffs.

“But way better than they have been. Please stop pacing. I need you to have faith that this is all going to be okay. Please!”

Andy gets down on his knees. “My sweet, sweet sugar plum. This is your Daddy talking, little one. I won’t lose you and I won’t lose your Mama. Understand?” He kisses your bare bump. “That will not happen!”

You laugh softly when your baby kicks.

Taking Andy’s hand, you place it over that spot on your tummy, letting him feel the next kick.

“They heard you, baby. They heard you.”

___

Three Weeks Later…

“Way to go, Y/N! Way to go!” Your OBGYN, Dr. Wilson, congratulates you. “Amazing job, Mama. I wish all my patients were as fierce as you!”

“You did so good, my love!” Andy coos at you from his place at your side. “I love you more than - shit it grows with each passing minute. And that’s not a goddamned line, it’s how I fucking feel. I just love you so damned much!” He leans down to kiss you, his tears of joy mingling with your own.

“We’re gonna get her cleaned up. And then we’ll let you hold her before we take her to check some vitals, okay?”

You and Andy both nod. Your baby girl needed to be healthy. Please let her be healthy.

“Do we have a name?” A kind nurse asks you.

You and your husband share a glance. You definitely had a name for your kickass baby.

“Katrina Claire Barber.” Andy responds.

You smile when they finally place her on your chest. “Welcome to the world, little KitCat. We love you. And we’re so happy to meet you. You’re gonna be just fine. You got that?”

And then she offers you a soft smile.

END

#Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans x black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #Cevansbrat0007 fic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #Bianca Barber

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daughter-of-melpomene · 4 months

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drop five facts each abt all your Wednesday ocs pls!! (including Esther bc it’s a crime that I don’t know much abt her fr) -🍂

Ahhhh, thank you so much for asking about them, Alvita!! I am also gonna tag @luucypevensie and @dancingsunflowers-ocs since they’re my other Wednesday girlies. <3

We’ll do some facts about Esther first, since she’s my properly-introduced baby:

Given that I don’t think I’ve properly explained Esther’s outcast type to anyone besides Grace, I’ll explain it now: she’s a nephilim! Her mother, the woman who acted as a surrogate for her fathers when they were having her, was herself the daughter of an angel and a human, and because of this Esther is able to tap into a few different angel powers (if not all of the ones available to a nephilim, because Esther is a quarter angel rather than half).

These powers include being able to manipulate and generate light, being able to calm other people’s mental distress simply by projecting calming energy at them, being able to release powerful blasts of light that can cause physical destruction (which is what lead to the collapsed bell tower that got her transferred from her old school to Nevermore), and being able to wield a glowing angel sword by summoning it from the astral realm which is able to destroy demonic creatures (not that Esther has met any of those yet).

Esther’s family is actually pretty rich, with both of her fathers being lawyers and partners in their respective firms (which are actually rival firms, a fact that Esther and her younger brother Maddox find hilarious). Esther doesn’t like showing off or flaunting her family’s money, but she also doesn’t let it stop her from wearing nice clothes and buying her friends expensive gifts on their birthdays or other special occasions.

The St. Claire family also has a golden retriever, which Esther’s fathers rescued as a puppy when Esther was seven and Maddox was three. Esther was allowed to name her and chose the name Reno, after the main character in the musical Anything Goes, because her obsession with classic musicals had started even at that young age. Reno is an absolute sweetheart who always misses Esther whenever she’s away at school, and the entire family absolutely adores her.

Esther has never officially come out as a lesbian to her dads and Maddox - they’ve all pretty much known since Esther was pretty young, and when Esther finally comes home on a school break holding Wednesday and Enid’s hands, everyone just kind of shrugs and welcomes the two girls into their home.

Next, let’s talk about my beloved bitchy lesbian fairy Padma:

Every fairy has an affinity for one of the five forms of elemental magic: fire, water, earth, air, and metal. Padma’s affinity is for fire, because of course it is.

Padma is a twin! Her brother Akshat has an affinity for earth, doesn’t attend Nevermore - he is instead homeschooled as the majority of fairy kids are - and is pretty much the exact opposite of Padma in every way. He’s very quiet and passive, and doesn’t have even a hint of her quick temper.

Like Esther, Padma is also a rich girl (I mean, her family has been around for centuries since fairies live a really long time plus they can literally enchant people), but she is a lot less afraid to show it off. She’s always wearing the latest fashions and has her nails and makeup freshly done, and whenever she gets a coffee from the shop in Jericho she always leaves a twenty dollar tip or something even more because she just has no idea of how much thinks cost.

A really big part of the reason Padma is so determined to compete academically with Bianca for so long is because, deep down, she’s really afraid of people seeing her as just a stupid, pretty rich girl, when she’s actually wickedly smart and cunning. She’d rather rip out her own teeth than admit this, though, or at least it takes her a long time after they even start dating for her to admit it to Bianca.

Sometimes when Eugene’s not around and she’s stressed, Padma will go to the spot where he keeps his bees and just chill with them to calm herself down. Fairies, being forest creatures by nature, have an innate connection with all plants and insects, even if they don’t have an earth magic affinity, and Eugene’s bees really like Padma and will often bump against her face to say hello to her.

Now let us talk about Gus, my beloved stoner werewolf:

Despite werewolves very rarely maintaining canine characteristics when they’re in human form, Gus very much does - he always gets incredibly excited when someone he likes returns after being gone, even if they were only gone for a few minutes, and if you scratch a certain spot behind his ear he will just melt into a happy puddle.

Gus is also insanely clingy and affectionate when he’s high, and it doesn’t even really matter who it is he’s clinging to; if you’re close by and not already hugging or cuddling someone, you can expect a lap full of Gus, burrowing his head into your shoulder and giving you a bunch of compliments in a hazy voice.

Gus has had a bi flag hung up above his bed in his Nevermore dorm since he first arrived at the school. His first roommate, a haughty psychic who came from a super rich family, made a douchey comment about it, and it didn’t even take a whole week for Gus to report the incident to Weems and get his roommate expelled (Nevermore, thankfully, has a very strict no-discrimination policy). He doesn’t really care if people insult him, but he was not about to let the guy think that kind of behavior was okay and risk him repeating it with someone else.

As kind of a surprise given his general sunny disposition, Gus actually really likes true crime podcasts. On most given nights when there’s not some kind of get-together he needs to provide weed for, you can find him sitting on the window seat in his dorm room, smoking a joint with the window open and with his phone playing a podcast beside him.

Gus’s first kiss was actually with Yoko; it was at a little party thrown for Ajax’s birthday freshman year, after Yoko’s spin landed on Gus during a game of Spin the Bottle. The kiss was really quick, but it was also nice, and Gus is pretty proud to say it was his first kiss (and to tease Yoko about her supposedly wanting to kiss him again, which she always rolls her eyes at him for).

Speaking of Yoko, let’s finish these facts off with her new girlfriend, Holly:

I’m still not going to reveal exactly what Holly is just yet (you know, Alvita, of course, but I’d like to keep it a bit of a secret still), but I can tell you with absolute certainty that she hates it about herself. Despite attending a school full of what most people would consider “monsters,” Holly sees herself as an actual monster, and would give almost anything not to be the way she is.

What she is has also caused a lot of problems between her and her family, and as such, she’s one of only a handful of students who stay at Nevermore year-round, not going home for the holidays or summer break, which only serves to add to the layers of mystery and fear that most Nevermore students have around her.

Holly very nearly gives Xavier a heart attack the first time she speaks to him, after Wednesday defeats the Hyde and she decides to start trying to make friends - which, consequently, is the first time she’s really spoken to another person since coming to Nevermore. He nearly winds up falling off a balcony, she scares him so much, which Holly feels really bad about, but he’s also quick to reassure her about it and strike up a genuine conversation with her.

During the time when she kept to herself and didn’t speak, Holly would usually keep herself busy with embroidering various things, which she learned from her grandmother. She’s incredibly good at it, and even gifts Yoko a handkerchief embroidered with a quote from Dracula for their first anniversary.

Holly’s favorite holiday was always Halloween when she was a kid (coming from a family and a very long line of outcasts, it was kind of inevitable), but due to some very significant reasons from her past she can hardly stand it anymore. She now throws all of the energy she used to put towards Halloween into celebrating Christmas, and though of course everyone around her notices how much she avoids Halloween, they’ve learned by now not to question it.

Thanks again for asking me about my babies!! Love you!! <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: esther st claire #oc: padma bakshi #oc: gus becerra #oc: holly millway

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kuroshirosb · 5 months

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"I’ll surely be happy." with your bianca if you'd like ^_^

“So how has Nate’s journey been running along?” asked a voice coming from the blonde’s xtransceiver.

“I’d say it’s going…” replied a certain blonde chaperone, pausing her frequent clicking of her pen to think for just a second “...well, Professor Juniper.” She let out a sigh, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration as she turned to look over at the student who was almost putting on a street performance with meloetta.

The brunette in her watch let out a chuckle, “Not used to babysitting teenagers, Bianca?” she asked. Bianca could hear her shuffling with her xtransceiver on, hearing her rummage through something in the background.

The research assistant shook her head, “Not really, he’s just rowdy is all. Especially since he’s still lying a lot, which is…” She grimaced, watching as Nate started to get into a heated exchange with what she hoped was another teenager as Meloetta watched in curiosity. It’ll sort itself out, she knows. Probably with a pokemon battle, as all things did back when she was just a bit older than him.

Her mentor simply hummed, pulling out a little green baggy from the cupboard. “It’ll pass eventually, he’s at that age when he’s still figuring things out. All teenagers got their quirks. The most we adults can do is try to guide them onto the right path as they grow up.” Bianca turned back to her xtransceiver, watching as Professor Juniper closed the cabinet from the other side of the watch screen.

She sighs, rubbing her forehead over her green cap. “I get that, doesn’t mean it’s easy though.”

“No it’s not, but growing up isn’t easy either Bianca,” she reminded, evidently shutting off her stove with the click her student could hear. “You know that more than anyone, we gotta cut them some slack. Even if they can be difficult.”

The blonde only sighed, her hazel eyes squinting as she stared at the blurring letters in front of her. “I guess you’re right,” she mumbled, clicking down the green option of her multicolor pen again and began writing yet again. She let out a grumble of pain as an ache in her started to flare up.

There was more shuffling on her teacher’s end, the sound of pouring water, and eventually it came to a pause. Had she been looking, she would’ve seen the professor finally sitting down with the cup of green tea she worked so hard to make. “You really do need glasses I think.”

Bianca sighed, “I probably do. Haven’t found the time to make the appointment and get them checked out, though.”

Professor Juniper just simply hummed, taking another sip from her cup. “We’ll sort out a time for you to get them checked out. Can’t have my assistant’s head hurting from simply reading now, can we?” she remarked, winking at the blonde from behind her screen.

The girl in the green hat simply smiled warmly, her frustrated expression transforming into one of fondness. “...Thanks Professor.”

Juniper smiled, before quickly shifting the conversation again. “...So, you’re working on your therapy journal right now?” She watches as her assistant nodded, humming as conversation while she bit down on her pen. “I see… It's been a while since you last saw your therapist. Have the journals been helping you?

Bianca nods again, turning her gaze back to her xtransceiver, putting down her pen. “I’d say so. I mean, I’m still doing them even after I stopped seeing her.” She takes a page by her hand, and starts flipping through the pages. “It helps me sort out my emotions, ya know? It’s become like a part of my routine to me… almost.”

She can’t remember the last time she had a truly bad day, honestly. A lot of her days were expressed with simple :)s or :|s. Sure there was the occasional >:( (mostly due to a certain… ex friend. Who she refuses to think about. Or Nate did something that especially made her worry) but for the most part, the last time she felt distress… was a long time ago.

It feels weird, not being as affected by her trainer years anymore. She could only imagine what her therapy journal would’ve looked like had she been writing in one when she was seventeen or eighteen. Maybe sixteen too… that’s when it was all beginning.

Oh well. She yawns, pausing her flipping and returning back to the page she was writing on. She stretches her arms out.

The brunette in the lab coat’s face shifts into one of concern. “That’s good to know,” she remarks, as she places her cup to the side. “Although, if you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me or Briar. I care for your well-being just as much as I did when you were sixteen. I’m sure Briar does too.”

BIanca hums, turning back to the woman on the screen. Her face softens, hearing that. “...Thank you, Professor,” she simply says. She returns back to her earlier entries, one she remembers oh so well, forever stained by the tears she was crying on that stormy night.

An entry when she was just barely nineteen, when the effects of what everyone did still lingered heavily back in her mind.

When Hilbert’s frozen body still burned inside her memories and haunted her vision every which way.

When she was still… lost.

Sometimes she still feels that way.

“I think one day, I’ll surely be happy… and I think I’m getting there.” She says, staring down at the page with a bittersweet smile. She internally thanks the boy who wore the baseball cap she’s kept inside her bag ever since she left to guide three certain children.

Professor Juniper’s frown shifts into a warm smile, one that seemed to glow with pride “I’m happy to hear that, Bianca.”

The girl in the green cap simply closes her eyes and giggles, turning back to look at her mentor inside the screen.

Only to be taken out the warm feeling to a familiar yelp, pokemon cry, and explosion. She looks straight up with wide eyes in the direction, and sighs. Her head hurts again. “Naaaaaate!” she calls, only to be met with no answer.

She packs her journal inside her bag hastily and takes out her Mandibuzz’s ball in exchange, just in case she needs a pokemon to remove the fourteen year old and his pokemon partner from the situation so they don’t get themselves hurt. “I gotta go, Professor. Nate’s probably gotten himself in a fight again. I’ll call back later, okay?”

Professor Juniper just laughs awkwardly, waving her off. “Oh the tiresome energy of adolescence, don’t worry about it. Keep me updated, okay?”

Bianca nods, saying her goodbyes before clicking the end call button on her xtransceiver. She slings her bag over her shoulder, preparing to apologize yet again for the teenager’s behavior, as well as what lecture to give Nate this time. One that he most assuredly, won’t listen to. Oh the stresses that come with adulthood.

Despite it all though, she’s much happier like this.

#asks #rivalhughs #ashe's writing #pokemashe #bianca farren #aurea juniper #briar fennel #nate torta #those latter two are mentioned so i thought i'd tag them

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bvidzsoo · 1 year

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A secret

Warning: mature content

Nevermore wasn’t a big school, thus, secrets didn’t last for long. That is, if you told it to the wrong person. Like Enid Sinclair or Bianca’s siren friends, who loved to gossip. And that is exactly why you needed to be smart and don’t tell anyone. About what? Well…about you and Xavier sleeping together. There wasn’t anything serious between the two of you, at least you never put a label on it, and you were quite content with where the two of you stood right now. Xavier had not long ago just broken up with Bianca, so he was still sort of trying to get over her and you were a huge flirt, who couldn’t exactly settle down with one person. So being able to freely date whoever you wanted while sneaking around with Xavier was absolutely perfect. The two of you hadn’t been exactly friends, but sometimes Enid and Ajax would hang out, so you and Xavier tagged along. You didn’t speak very much, you were never exactly interested in the guy, but Xavier would always flirt with you. And that is how he caught your attention. He had charm and he could be hilarious when he wasn’t sulking or feeling miserable because of Bianca. But you never placed much thought into the harmless flirting between the two of you, after all, you did this with everyone who was very much so living.

But one time, at a party in the town Jericho, you were a bit drunk. Alright, you were very drunk but when you realized that it was too late. The long drink kicked in fast, and despite already feeling the effect of it, and you, yourself, telling Enid you couldn’t see straight anymore, you still finished it. You paid for it, so of course you wouldn’t just let it go to waste…and that is how a mistake was made. You were dancing around with Enid, high on euphoria as the DJ played your favorite songs. You were jumping left and right, shouting the lyrics, but still trying to stay level headed in your drunken stupor. Enid wasn’t as drunk as you, so she could keep her eyes on you and make sure you were fine. To her luck, you weren’t the type who’d feel sick from drinking too much. It really was a blessing. Enid wished she was like you when it came to drinking, because she was a lightweight and drinking too much meant a night spent puking for her. She hated it, that is why she never drank too much. She learned that the hard way. And unfortunately, there was even proof of it, as you thought filming the whole thing would be funny…it wasn’t.

When the DJ changed the rhythm and played some Latino music, you screamed out and grabbed onto Enid’s hands, pulling her into you. Oh, she knew what was coming and she braced herself as you started grinding against her, making her dance despite her hips not being able to move like yours. Even drunk, you danced like a goddess, born with a talent many wished to have. And you being a witch only made your aura more mystical, you drew in boys as if they were flies. Enid knew you loved the attention, but she also knew you had a pure heart and most of times good intentions. That is until someone broke your trust and lost your respect, it was over for them from then on. And just as Enid started actually enjoying you throwing her around and screaming when she would move sexily, she spotted Ajax and Xavier not far away from the two of you. Two normie guys were gawking their eyes out at the two of you and Enid knew if they were to approach you two, you’d either send them away in a very rude manner or make them dance with you two…and she didn’t want to dance with them, they seemed creepy. And as if Ajax felt Enid’s distress, he spotted her and you, and grabbed onto Xavier as they started walking towards the two of you. Xavier had a few drinks in his system as well, in fact, he was holding a glass of some cocktail as he tried sipping on it while Ajax pulled him through the crowd. Someone stomped on his new shoes and Xavier threw a glare at them, making the person apologize immediately. Xavier didn’t consider himself a scary looking guy, but he could be intimidating when he wanted to be. Enid felt instantly safer when Ajax and Xavier stopped by your sides. Despite being tipsy, Ajax was still awkward as he didn’t know what to do. But fear not, drunk you would fix that! Nobody was safe when you were drunk.

“Ajax!” You exclaimed, finally noticing the two boys by your sides, “Xavier!”

Xavier greeted you back just as happily as you had, the two of you waving at each other with wide grins on your lips. Xavier was bobbing his head to the music, moving his body from the left to the right, but Ajax didn’t know what to do. And just to his misfortune, Taki Taki came on and you lost it. That was your favorite song, you always went crazy on it. And seeing how the poor boy was struggling, in your mind you thought you went on to rescue him, but you just made him more horrified when he saw you approach him with a wild expression. He looked at Enid for help, but it was already too late for that. You had walked up behind him, your hands gripping onto his hips as you started moving him to the rhythm of the song while screaming the lyrics. Ajax didn’t want to move at first, frozen as if his snakes had petrified him, but he figured he had nothing to lose, really, and you were just having fun and fooling around. You were quite known for partying with everyone at parties, so he figured you were doing just that. And he gave in, letting you move him the way you wanted to, making you cheer like crazy.

“That’s it!” You screamed at the top of your lungs when Ajax turned around and tried to dance with you, failing miserably. Xavier was laughing his ass off, holding onto his stomach as he felt tears in the corner of his eyes, and Enid just watched the two of you with a grimace, feeling sorry for Ajax thar he was your current victim. She knew what that felt like. And thankfully she was paying attention, because Ajax slipped and would’ve tumbled to the floor if your best friend didn’t jump to his aid to stabilize him. Ajax’s cheeks were burning, but you allowed him no moment to feel ashamed as you made him dance again, twirling him around. Xavier was dying from laughter; people were looking at him to see what was so funny. Enid was embarrassed, but she couldn’t help but grin at Ajax’s cute attempt at dancing. He was clumsy and off beat, but he was trying very hard to keep up with you. Deciding that your job was done here and Ajax would be good on his own now, you left him alone and went back to your previous spot which was next to Xavier. Ajax didn’t stop dancing and Enid smiled at him, shyly stepping closer. You smirked and gave her a slight push, acting as if someone pushed you too when she threw you a glare. Oh, please, as if you didn’t know about her crush on him. But the two were fine as they smiled at each other and danced, blushing when they bumped into each other. Xavier had calmed down and took a sip of his drink, watching his best friend and Enid amused. He appreciated your effort in making the two dance together, so he turned towards you and offered up his drink. Your eyes lit up, and despite knowing that you really shouldn’t drink anymore, you took his glass and took a big gulp.

The sweet taste of whiskey hit you and your eyes widened as you looked at Xavier flabbergasted, “No way! This is my favorite drink!”

Xavier laughed at your squeal and watched you finish his drink, not really bothered by it. He took the glass from you once you were done with it and placed it on a table nearby. He watched you for a second longer, appreciating the way you moved to the music. He never took your flirting seriously, he knew the both of you did it just for fun, but the alcohol was making his head fuzzy and your dress was short. Really short. His eyes were glued to your long legs and the way the dress hugged your hips, making him bite his lip at the sight. Each time you went lower, knees bent so that you could sway your hips better, his hands twitched, thinking your skirt would ride up and flash him, but it never did. He didn’t really think twice before he approached you from behind, circling his arm around your waist and pulling your body flushed against his as he started moving. You immediately followed his lead and grinned, surprised of how good of a dancer he was. Xavier didn’t seem like the type who would get down on the dance floor, but damn were his hips moving in a way which matched your own perfectly. You weren’t a big fan of the position you were dancing in, so you turned around in his hold and circled your arms around his neck, smiling at him drunkenly. Xavier returned your smile and you felt his hand slowly slip onto your ass as you continued dancing, enjoying the song and your partner. Now, here’s a thing. A tiny little itsy-bitsy thing. When drunk, you like to kiss people. On the lips. Nothing more than a peck. Xavier has seen you do it countless of times at parties, but he was never targeted. Until now. So, licking your lips, you went in to kiss him, but he turned his head in the last minute and your lips were pressed against his cheek. You started laughing, taken aback by his reaction. Up until now, nobody had tuned their head away. Xavier chuckled as he watched your reaction. You pulled your head back a little bit and smiled, looking him in the eyes. He leaned in, and well…that’s where your memory gives up on you. Like it usually does when you drink too much.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, you and Xavier kissed at the party.” Enid said with a frustrated sigh as you two walked down the hallway, headed to class.

“Impossible!” You exclaimed in disbelief, “I do not remember such thing—”

“Because you were drunk!”

“But I wouldn’t kiss Xavier—”

“Y/N,” Enid stopped walking and looked at you, “You kiss everyone. And you kissed Xavier too.”

You rolled your eyes, huffing, “I refuse to believe that. I don’t even remember that happening, Enid. Who else saw us?”

“I don’t know,” Enid shrugged, starting to walk again, “I wasn’t paying attention to that, I was way too shocked by the two of you, you know.”

“Well, if it happened—”

“It happened—”

“If it happened!” Your voice rose as you shot Enid a glare, “We were both drunk and I don’t even remember it. We probably just got caught up in the moment—how did I even kiss him?!”

“Well you grabbed his cheeks, like you do with everyone, and went in for a kiss. He turned his head and the next time I glance back at the two of you to ask you for how longer we’d stay, you two are making out—”

“Okay, where was Ajax?” You interrupted her, raising your eyebrows at your best friend.

“At the bathroom.”

“Fine, but you were drunk too, Enid. Maybe you didn’t see whatever we were doing correctly and—”

“I know what I saw—didn’t you just tell me Xavier was looking at you weirdly in the morning when you crossed ways?! How he was looking at your more intently than ever before?!” Enid has had enough of your shit as she exclaimed, pointing her finger at you. She was right. You were the one who asked Enid if anything more than dancing happened with Xavier, because when the two of you met in the hallway in the morning, he certainly was looking at you in a different way and his energy had changed too. Your intuition just told you there was something different. And God damn it, you had actually kissed him? You were in disbelief, because up until this point you didn’t even consider Xavier a handsome guy. But you knew to trust your intuition and believe your best friend, it was just hard to believe it really happened. This is why you shouldn’t drink too much. You’re a menace to yourself.

“Whatever, Enid, let’s never talk about this again.” You muttered, rubbing your forehead, “I don’t remember it, so it never happened…”

Enid hummed and gave you a disapproving look before the two of you walked inside the classroom and took your seats at a table. However, this changed everything for you and Xavier.

It took the two of you two weeks to make out again. At another party, except this time you were fully sober as you were the designated driver. But Xavier wasn’t sober, he was actually quite drunk, and you were dancing right next to a pillar. When he came up to you, you waved at him and continued dancing with your girl-friends, but Xavier’s friends showed up too and suddenly you were a big circle having fun. However, it didn’t take Xavier long to push you up against the pillar and have his lips on yours. He didn’t understand why you had to wear those obnoxiously short skirts to every single party you went. It felt like you were taunting him, making it hard for him to see any other female in the club, because his attention would be only on you. He realized you didn’t remember the last time you two made out, but he didn’t care much, since your lips were pressing against his hungrily right now, fingers tangled in his tied-up hair, loosening it. Your lips made him feel more intoxicated than he was, and he was lost, fingers digging into your hips as you started grinding against him, loving the song which came on. You pulled back and started shouting the lyrics, but you never released him. He realized he was backing you up into the pillar, so still holding onto you, he pulled you a bit back. His grip on your hips guided the two of you to the rhythm of the song and once you were done shouting, his lips were back on yours, the night being still young. That’s how you spent your night at that party, dancing and making out with Xavier.

After that you and Xavier kept meeting here and there, mostly when Ajax and Enid invited the two of you to study together with them. For you, nothing had changed. And for Xavier, well, he wanted to spend more time with you, but he was reluctant. He liked you, but he didn’t want a serious relationship and seeing how dismissive you were each day towards him, he was slowly realizing that you weren’t exactly interested either in dating him. So, taking a bold guess, after the study session was done and you were walking back to your dorms, he backed you into a dark classroom and kissed you. When you kissed back, he relaxed and decided to go on with his plan. Seeing you in all those sexy outfits had him frustrated badly. You were hot and he had eyes…and hormones. When you felt his hard on, you pulled back for a second and started thinking. You certainly wanted to do this now, but only if Xavier understood you wouldn’t consider this a serious thing.

“Do you want to date me?” You asked, chest heaving as your shirt was off and Xavier’s pants were on the floor too somewhere.

“No, I’m not fully over Bianca yet.” Xavier answered you honestly, his fingers teasingly running up and down on the inside of your thigh.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You appreciated his honesty and you looked in his green eyes as Xavier licked his lips, his fingers gripping your thigh as he pulled it up, pressing into you. You bit your lip when his dick pressed against your dampness, glad that the two of you were on the same page.

“What do you think?” His cocky tone and his smirk made you pull him in, fumbling with the zipper of your jeans as he helped you pull them down. Xavier grinded against you and you moaned into his mouth, holding onto his nape.

“We fuck, but act like nothing happened afterwards, deal?” You asked breathless as Xavier cupped you over your heat, pressing his palm against it, pleasure surging through your body.

“Deal.” And there was no turning back from there on. Both desperate for the other, it didn’t take long for Xavier to be inside you, setting a pace which drove you crazy. The desk you were sitting on was squeaking like crazy and you were trying to keep quiet as Xavier continued to groan into your ear lowly, cursing when you would clench around him. He felt like he was in heaven, the two of you fitting perfectly as you met each one of his thrusts. Hearing your moans were like music to his ears and he lost it when you pulled on his hair harshly, stumbling over your words. He found that one spot and made sure to hit it repeatedly, making you become louder. You tried to keep your voice down, but you honestly didn’t give a shit as Xavier was making you see stars while he started sucking the skin of your neck. Oh, and this was just the beginning of what the two of you would do in secret, never to be caught or found out by anyone…

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