#I'm ana go to sleep now

[greenbunny7]

Prequel to this

Featuring a very confused smol Stan, for a number of reasons. And a Ford who keeps on getting interrupted, or should probably be interrupted someone please interrupt Ford

Zap

And just like that, the sea grunks were no longer on the Stan o'war ll. In fact, the sea was nowhere to be fond

"Wh- The basement? How did we?" O,Ford says perplexed

O,Stan tapes on O,Ford's shoulder, to get his attention. "Uh Ford, look." he ponts to a younger man who was too preoccupied to notice the new arrivals "he kinda looks like you." O,Stan says

"Those time agents really need to keep better track of their stuff. We're in the past. And that's clearly you Stan. Now we should probably hide befor-" O,Ford is interrupted

The younger man finally releases he's not by himself. "Who are you?" Y,Stan questions, turning his attention away from the portal, and towards the older men

"Uhhhh, we're pirates/figments of your imagination." they try to say at the same time, tripping over each other's words

"...riiiight, how'd you even get down here, and why are you..." Y,Stan gives the intruders a once over, looking to see if they had any weapons. His eyes wander to their hands. Wait, it almost looked like one of them had "you have six fingers." Y,Stan says bluntly

O,Ford quickly hides his hands behind his back, out of habit. "How very observant of you. Well, we should really get going now." O,Ford says

"Wait! sorry, I just, I have a twin brother he-" Y,Stan released how similar the two men in front of him looked "Wait are you also twins? What's going on?"

"I didn't realize I was such a detective back then." O,Stan says "kid listen, we don't want to create any paradoxes, so just pretend you never saw us, ok?" O,Stan grabs the time tape O,Ford had been holding, and pulls out the measure to what should be the right time. And holds on to O,Ford's arm

Zap

Nothing happened

"Oh, great! things busted." O,Stan says

"Lit me see that." O,Ford takes the time tape back from O,Stan, and examines it. "Ugh, curse you time agents! And you're easily breakable technology!" O,Ford yells

"I'm still here, by the way." Y,Stan says. "Paradoxes? Time agents? Care to tell me how you got here, and why one of you has six fingers! Then there's the twin thing- who even are you?" Y,Stan is so confused. One minute, he's trying to fix the portal to get his brother back, and the next, there's two random old guys in the basement fighting over what looks like a measuring tape

"Ah, well, since we appear to be stuck until I can get this thing to work. I suppose we could answer a few of your questions, just nothing about the future. I'm... let's go with hmmm," O,Ford tries to think of a good alias

Ya know, the more Y,Stan hears this guy's voice the more it almost sounds like, "Ford?" But it couldn't be, Ford was (definitely alive) in the portal

O,Ford stops thinking and flinches at the name. A moment of silence passes.

"Ooohhh busted." O,Stan says

"You really were a little detective." O,Ford sighs. Deciding it's probably best to just tell the truth "Yes, it's me. Stanley, I-"

But before O,Ford could continue, Y,Stan rushed towards him, smashing into O,Ford, and holds onto him tightly, in an embrace. "H- how" Y,Stan didn't really care how. He pulled back enough to look at O,Ford's face, it really was him. He looked a lot older, but this guy was definitely Ford

after a moment O,Ford puts the time tape in his pocket and returns the hug. "Stanley, are you alright?"

Y,Stan just berries his face in O,Ford's shoulder, and holds him tighter. "I- I thought I'd never see you again." Y,Stan's voice catches. Why was Ford worried if he was alright? That wasn't like him

"Oh, come on kid, don't embarrass me." O,Stan says. It was kinda awkward watching his younger self hug his brother

If this was an older version of Ford, then the other guy that looked almost exactly like O,Ford, "Then you must be me?" Y,Stan finally stops crushing O,Ford's ribs

"Man, I just don't miss. You got it in one mini me." O,Stan shoots fingers guns at Y,Stan with a wink

"We're a bit time-displaced at the moment-" Just then, O,Ford's hand brushed up against the burn on Y,Stan's back

"Aaagghh!" Y,Stan let out a blood curdling cry

"Stanley! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I should've remembered you were hurt." O,Ford says. "Come on, there's gotta be something in this house to treat that wound." O,Ford starts leading Y,Stan to the elevator

O,Stan put a hand on his shoulder over the scar. "I remember that easily enough." he followed the others to the elevator

Why was O,Ford being so nice to him? Y,Stan didn't know what to make of O,Ford. Everything was confusing. "So time travel?" Y,Stan brakes the awkward silence that had befallen the elevator

"Yes, it's actually quite fascinating, we found this old measuring tape with an hourglass symbol, encased in resin. The kids had told us about their adventures through time, so we brought it back to the Stan o'war ll for further research." O,Ford says, to caught up in talking about the time tape

"Ford, we're trying to prevent time paradoxes." O,Stan says

"Wait, wait, wait, kids!? The Stan o'war ll?!" Y,Stan finds it extremely hard to believe, there's kids? Who's kids are they? Are they his kids? And the Stan o'war ll he couldn't believe, that was just his dumb dream that would never come true, tho in the future apparently his dumb dream has a sequel!

O,Ford puts a head over his mouth. "You didn't hear that." he said quickly. "nooo I can't have already messed up the timeline. Has Fiddleford invented the memory gun yet?" O,Ford releases a second to late what he said

"Who? The what now?" Y,Stan says. He's getting tired of being so confused. This strange Ford is talking nonsense

"Never mind, forget about it." The elevator door opens, saving O,Ford from further messing up the timeline. "Okay, first things first, that wound needs medical attention right now." O,Ford walks out of the elevator without another word

"Well, that was hard to watch." O,Stan says

"I don't suppose you're going to tell me what any of that meant." Y,Stan says

O,Stan just shakes his head no

O,Ford came back with the med kit. And they all made their way to the living room, or what was once the living room at least. "I forgot how much of a mess this place was- or is I suppose." He pulled out the disinfectant. "This is only gonna sting a little." he lied

"I can do it myself-" Y,Stan tried, but it was no use O,Ford was already pouring disinfectant on a rag and then holding it on the wound. "aaaggh!! A little warning next time! Ow."

"I did give a warning, though?" O,Ford says

"Not warning enough." Y,Stan says bitterly

"Stanley, did you take care of this at all? It looks, really bad." O,Ford says, concerned as he starts to wrap bandages over the wound

"As a matter of fact, he did not." O,Stan says. Though he understood why

"Look, I've been kinda busy trying to reverse engineer an interdimensional gateway. I was gonna get around to it... at some point." Y,Stan says

"He was not." O,Stan says with an innocent smile

"Hay, aren't you supposed to be on my side." Y,Stan says. "Wait, if you're Ford and you're old," O,Ford, gives a look that says 'don't call me old' "then that must mean I succeed in getting you back! right? -Ow! careful with that." Y,Stan says hopeful

O,Ford finishes wrapping the bandages. (He was extremely gentle. What are you talking about)

"Yeah, speaking of the portal, I've been thinking, and well, we need to shut it down. permanently." O,Ford says

"What?! Absolutely not! no way." the Stans say, confused

[shippingmyworld]

You’re getting this ask now. when you get this, answer with five things that make you happy then send it to the last ten people in your recent activity 🎤

ignores me for *checks calendar* five months and then expects me to instantly answer her ask

tigerghost

rollerblading on smooth pavement

literally everything to do with fall and winter aesthetics

when my mooties are all active and online at the same time

vida games

[biatels]

just turned 21 and I feel much better than I did last year :) at least I'm home with my loved ones:)

[anakinca]

hum... anakin taking care of us after we get sick.. would our dear nina be willing to write that..🤔

—❝safety net❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; i was literally giggling and kicking my feet while i wrote this it was so fucking CUTE. i hope you all enjoy this, angels <3

THE STARS ARE COVERED BY THE DARK, RAIN FILLED CLOUDS THAT COVER THE SKY. The rainstorm outside raged on, drumming against the windows of your flat like the echo of a distant battle, but inside, the bedroom was a haven of warmth and comfort. The soft glow of the bedside lamps bathed everything in a dim, golden hue—from the tissues scattered across the bed, to the steaming bowl of soup resting on the nightstand. You sat bundled in the thickest blankets Anakin could find, your cheeks flushed with a fever and a faint pout on your lips. "I'm not sick," you sniffled stubbornly, though the congestion in your voice betrayed your words. You coughed into your fist, trying to look composed despite the obvious evidence to the contrary. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." Anakin arched an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth quirking up in that half-smirk you both loved and dreaded. "Sure, you’re not," he drawled, his voice low and teasing, but laced with concern. With practiced ease, he scooped up a spoonful of soup, holding it up to your lips with a quiet but insistent, "Here. Eat." You hesitated, only for him to nudge the spoon closer, his ocean eyes narrowing in mock impatience. "Don’t make me use the Force to get you to take this," he teased, though his voice softened as he added, "Please, angel." You took the spoonful reluctantly, earning a satisfied nod from him. "See?" He said, setting the bowl aside momentarily. "I told you not to go running around in the rain without an umbrella, but no, you had to have your dramatic holo-movie moment." He rolled his eyes playfully, a sigh escaping him as he handed you a mug of steaming tea next, his touch lingering on your fingers as he passed it to you. "And now look at you. Feverish, sniffling, and your nose is running faster than a podracer on Tatooine." You couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of you, even though it ended in a cough. Peeking up at him, you tilted your head and gave him your best wide-eyed, pleading look. "I won’t do it next time," you murmured, your voice soft and guilt-tinged. "Don’t be mad at me, Ani." He sighed, the sound heavy with feigned exasperation, though his expression betrayed nothing but affection and utter love for you. Sitting down beside you, he cupped your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your fever-warmed skin. "Mad at you?" He repeated, his voice almost a whisper. "I could never be mad at you, my love. You could crash my starfighter into the Jedi Temple, and I’d still think the stars hung in your eyes. And you know how much I love my ship." You laughed weakly, leaning into his touch as warmth spread through your chest—not just from the soup, but from the way his love wrapped around you like a safety net. "Now, finish your soup," he said, his voice firmer but still impossibly gentle. "And then sleep. You need to rest if you’re going to get better." You nodded, obediently finishing the last of the soup before sinking deeper into the blankets. As he stood to take the bowl away, you mumbled through a yawn, "I’ll sleep, but you better not eat the last jogan fruit. That’s mine." Anakin chuckled, shaking his head as he crouched back down beside you, his gloved fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "I wouldn’t dare," he said, his voice soft with adoration. "Anything for you, my little troublemaker." “You’re the one calling me a troublemaker?” You murmured in a teasing tone as your eyelids grew heavier. He let out a small huff of a laugh, choosing to ignore your comment as he pulled the blankets over you more. As the rain continued its soothing rhythm outside, you drifted into sleep, comforted by his presence. Anakin stayed by your side a moment longer, watching your peaceful expression with a fond smile before pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered, his voice a gentle promise. Then, as you dozed off, he thought of the bowl of jogan fruits sitting on the kitchen counter—with only one left inside—and smirked. For you, he’d leave it untouched—though he was already planning a trip to the market tomorrow to buy you an entire stash. Anything to see that smile on your face again.

@thesassypadawan @anakinstwinklebunny @sydkneez @dessxoxsworld @nikiloveshayden @sweetcheesecakesblog

let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the tag list, angels <3

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Toothache

How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?

Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..

MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭

Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??

Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics

Italic: recalling past events

Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661

"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"

Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.

He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.

"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."

He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.

"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

"Simon please go get some rest"

"Simon.."

He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.

"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"

Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.

Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.

"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"

Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.

But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?

"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"

Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.

It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.

How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..

Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"

Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.

"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.

Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?

"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."

The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.

Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."

You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.

Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.

Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"

Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.

The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.

Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.

"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...

"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"

Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.

"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"

That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.

That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.

Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.

"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"

"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.

"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.

Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."

"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.

"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"

Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"

It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.

Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.

"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"

Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.

His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.

"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"

You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?

Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.

"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"

You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.

"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.

Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."

"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"

Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?

"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"

"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"

"Si?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..

It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.

"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.

No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.

And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.

Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.

How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.

He won't let that happen.. he can't...

"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"

Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.

He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real

"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"

Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.

Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.

Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.

"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.

"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.

"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Si.."

"I love you too Sunshine"

Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀

Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam @drewsmusee @konigceo

Trying out new dividers as well by @anitalenia

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Safe Word- Matthew Sturniolo

Summary: Your boyfriend Matt decided to get a little too rough with you and you needed to use your safe word

Warnings: Use of Y/N, Smut, P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it in a snickers wrapper if necessary and desperate), safe word, crying, rough!dom!Matt, Sub!fem!reader, degradation, praising.

A/N: I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT!! This is kinda loosely based on that one scene from Fifty Shades of Grey when Ana uses her safe word!

PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR ANYTHING THIS IS MY WORK! I wrote this! dont use this for “inspiration” or anything else!

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

I had been teasing Matt all day. I purposely wore my sluttiest outfit to an LA party the triplets were invited to and of course, since Matt and I are a package deal I went with him. My outfit consisted of a tiny black latex skirt with a graphic baby Tee and black thigh-high heels. I knew he hated this outfit, he wasn't insecure, he just loved being possessive over me in a healthy manner. We hadn't had sex in about a week, our schedules were not matching this week to give us any time together besides when we both got home we were too tired for anything else besides sleeping. All in all, we were both sexually frustrated and I desperately needed to be dicked the fuck down by him.

The music was loud and the lights in the enclosed venue were nonexistent beside the area lights that were flashing colors around the place, and with all the drunken people around I doubted anyone was looking at me anyway.

Matts's hands gripped my waist pulling me closer to him as my hips swayed to the music and loosened my body from the lack of freedom I've had.

“When we get home I need you faced down and ass up” Matt growled in my ear placing a small kiss on my neckline making shivers go down my spine.

“I'm really feeling this party Matt so we should stay a while” I smiled devilishly knowing he couldn't wait any longer to have me all to himself.

My response only made his grip on my waist tighter. He let out a small grunt as he pushed my ass into his now very obvious boner.

“You feel that? you feel what your slutty little outfit does to me?” he whispers in my ear and softly nibbles at my ear.

“I honestly have no idea what you're talking about Matt,” I say smirking knowing damn well exactly what he meant.

“Fuck this” he says gripping my wrist softly and dragging me around the venue finding his brothers.

“Matt, what the fuck?” I say almost whining.

“Hey so Y/N isn’t feeling well, do you guys wanna come with me or do you want to call an Uber home when you wanna come home?” Matt questions his brothers still gripping my wrist as I sit there like a child being dragged around Walmart.

“Oh girl I'm sorry, too much alcohol?” Nick says laughing.

“No actually-” i start before Matt interrupts me.

“Yes she had a little too much and doesn't realize she had that much” Matt says looking at me with disapproval.

“Just call an uber Matt” Chris says as his arm is wrapped around some girl he probably just met tonight.

Matt nods and pushes through the crowd of people still grabbing my wrist. We find our way to the car he opens the door for me practically shoving me into the passenger side as he gets in the driver's side.

Matt pulls out of the parking lot at a rather concerning speed making my head jolt back “Jesus Matt could you at least be safe getting us home… fuck” I say in annoyance.

Matt doesn't reply he just places his hand on my upper thigh and softly grips it. I place my hand on top of his holding his intex and middle finger.

Matt speeds through the interstate hurrying to get him only making me wetter and wetter by the second, questioning in my mind all the things he'd do to me. How he would thrust his cock deep into me, the way he would have his arms around my waist so tightly, thinking about all the nastiest shit he would whisper in my ear as his cock hits all the right places in me. All these things pacing through my head make my thighs subconsciously squeeze together which matt obviously caught on.

“Such a dirty fucking whore” he whispers under his breath.

My lower lip gets trapped in my teeth at his words, i. Always loved the way his voice got lower as he spoke to me sexually.

After what felt like hours we finally arrived at the house, quickly ran around to grab my door for me and once again, he gripped my wrist softly yet firmly as he unlocked the door and guided me to our bedroom.

Matt's eyes darken with more than just lust, he slowly creeps up behind me and rips my shirt right in half making me squeal.

“Matt are you serious” my jaw dropped to the floor watching my shirt fall off my arms.

He once again didn't answer and unclipped my bra allowing it to fall off my shoulders and down to the floor. His hands crept their way to my hips dropping my skirt off from them as i step out of my skirt.

He pushed me down on the bed by my shoulders and used my ankles which were dangling off the bed to flip me over with my ass in the air and my face in the mattress.

This has got to be the quickest this man has undressed. In no time his cock was free slapping his stomach and he was completely bare. He quickly spit in his own hand rubbing his spit down his shaft and spreading it around. He moves a little closer to me using the excess spit from his hand and spreading it around my folds making my hips jerk forward and sending a smirk to his face at my reaction.

He aligns his cock with my entrance and immediately bottoms out. “You think you're so fucking cute” he grunts out as his hand pushes my head down on the mattress as he thrusts his hips into mine. “Teasing me all fucking day huh? You think you're all innocent? Making everything think you're a sweet innocent little whore? You want everyone to know you're a fucking slut” he spits as my head further into the mattress.

The room was filled with my moans and cries of pleasure and the sound of my ass recoiling from his hips as he thrusts into me at an almost ungodly pace.

“MATT” I muffle out.

“Oh, you like that? You like my fucking dick being shoved so deep in your tight pussy” he groans out.

“MPHF- MA-MATT” Tears form in my eyes as his hand repeatedly smacks my ass leaving a red and white handprint on my ass as his cock abuses my cervix.

“Such a dumb fucking slut already” he laughs out as his grip on the back of my throat gets tighter.

“BUTTERFLY” i scream out with tears streaming down my face, lifting my head to the best of my ability which sends Matt into a panic, and immediately pull out and flipping me over to face him.

“Baby? Are you okay? did i hurt you?” his hands cup my cheeks wiping away the tears that had been pouring out of my eyes.

“Y-y-yes” i whisper out as i flince at his touch.

“S-shit” he studders out “Where did I hurt you, my love?” his voice softens.

“Y-you h-had y-y-your hand o-on the back of my-my throat a little too tight” My breathing shudders “I-i I couldn't breathe” I sniffle out.

“I-am so sorry sweetheart, you know i would never internally hurt you, i-i-i just got carried away” he looks down fiddling his fingers.

“N-no i-i-i know..” my voice trails off as my eyes water.

“Come here” he opens his arms for me to lie in them as his hands run through my hair. “I'm so so sorry” he whispers.

“I-its okay” as i bury my head in his chest.

“Sh sh, don't speak” he kisses my head. “I was too rough with you, you felt the need to use your safe word” his voice cracks as tears of his own start forming in his eyes. “I promise you i won't be that rough with you again” he kisses my head again.

I lift my head up a little “n-no i like when you're rough i just like my ability to breathe matt” i softly smile.

He returns a smile before placing a loving small kiss on my lips and laying back as my head lays back on his chest.

“I love you” he whispers out slowly massaging my scalp.

“I love you too” I mutter before falling fastly asleep in Matt's arms.

“I love you most” he replies kissing my head and also falling into a deep slumber of his own holding me the rest of the night.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

A/n Pt 2: AHH THIS ONEE I STG I JUST KEPT TYPING AWAY SO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONE!!!! And tysm again for over 500 followers!!!

XOXO

Gabs 💋

[wenclairfamily]

Brand New Wenclair Family Story: "THE LOVE OF A MOTHER"

"Sleep well my family. Tomorrow is Friday, and you'll need your energy... considering it will be the 13th of the month..."

*PICTURE CREATED BY THE SUPER TALENTED: @emeriart

Links to the Full Story: Wattpad, Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net

-Or just click keep reading to see the full story immediately!

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and two twin children - Harmony and Ana: two incredibly resourceful and talented teenage girls. Harmony, who carries both of her mothers' special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world alongside the love of her life: Megan. Ana meanwhile is a very "different" type of girl without special powers, who is still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, while going on adventures with her boyfriend Gerard... who just so happens to be a ghost.

Recently, Harmony met a little werewolf girl named Luna, and quickly developed a strong bond with her. This resulted in Harmony and Megan beginning the series of steps to adopt the young werewolf child. However, Harmony has had very little experience working in the field of child care; thus her main frame of reference to what a mother should be like comes from her childhood memories of being raised by her own mothers...

"The Love of a Mother"

Written by: "Fun But Shy Girl"

A 23 year old Wednesday Addams sat at a desk in her bedroom, typing up a new novel on her typewriter. From the nearby bathroom, Wednesday's wife: Enid stepped out wearing a long pink dress as she said, "Okay, I'm about to head out to the office. You sure you're okay staying home with the kids today?" Wednesday only glanced at Enid while she said, "Enid, I've faced off against serial killers, demons, killer dolls, and most importantly: your mother. I think I can manage working from home with our children present today." Enid smirked, quickly gave Wednesday a kiss on the cheek, and then said, "See ya later roomy."

Suddenly, Wednesday and Enid's five year old twin girls: Harmony and Ana came into the room looking upset. Harmony, a blonde girl with braids was holding a burnt doll in her hands. Ana, a dark haired girl with a bob cut, was trying to reach out to get the doll from Harmony's hand. An upset Harmony then yelled, "Mom! Ana pinched me!" Then an upset Ana quickly said, "Mom! Harmony took my burned Joan of Arc doll without asking!" Enid meanwhile remained very calm as she simply said, "Girls. I have to go to work. If you have any problems, you're going to have to sort them out with your mother."

Then Enid leaned towards Wednesday as she whispered, "Which includes some form of conflict resolution that does not include torturing one another." Wednesday looked angry as she whispered back, "Are you still serious about that Enid? Torture is what siblings are supposed to do to one another." Then Enid, with a very direct tone to her voice, said, "We compromised on this Wednesday, and I am not changing our deal. Our girls can torture strangers that offer them candy, criminals, and politicians; but never family. Find an alternative."

Then Enid quickly left the room, leaving Wednesday alone to stare at her frustrated looking children. Wednesday took a deep breath... and then pulled out two bundles of hair that were in a nearby drawer. Harmony looked confused as she said, "Mother, is that our hair from last time you cut it?" Wednesday then began to tie the bundles of hair tightly around Harmony and Ana's wrists, while she said, "Indeed. Harmony, you have a bundle of your sister's hair tied around your wrist now, and Ana: your wrist now has Harmony's hair tied around it."

Ana looked very confused as she said, "Why did you tie our hair around each other's wrists?" Then Wednesday raised her eyebrows as she said, "It's not just hair anymore. It's also been enchanted with a very rare herb made from a near extinct plant my parents obtained while having their third honeymoon in the jungles of the Darien Gap. I was going to use it to create voodoo dolls of you both to help keep you in line, but instead have decided that the best individuals to keep you both line are each other. Now then... work out the issues with your doll now."

An angry Harmony then held up a burnt doll as she said, "I wanna play with this doll." Then an angry Ana reached out and yelled, "It's mine!" Ana quickly pinched Harmony, only to suddenly feel pain in her own body. Both Harmony and Ana yelled, "Oww!" Then an angry Harmony yelled, "Don't do that!" Then Harmony quickly pinched Ana, only to suddenly feel pain in her own body too. Both Harmony and Ana again yelled, "Oww!" Ana turned to look at Wednesday as she said, "What's going on mother?"

Wednesday kept a straight face as she said, "Essentially, by tying mystic infused hair of your respective sister around your wrist; you both have become living voodoo dolls of the other. Any pain you make the other feel, you will feel as well. Also, the mystic infused hair cannot be removed from your wrist until I decide so. So work out your issues as soon as possible. For if not, any pain you continue give the other, you will feel as well."

Harmony sighed, and then looked at Ana as she said, "I'm sorry for taking your doll Ana. I just think it's really cool." Then a smiling Ana said, "How about we play with the same doll together at the same time. We can put Joan of Arc on trial again. We can pretend she's in purgatory, and a judge is trying to decide if her soul should be damned to hell." Then an excited Harmony exclaimed, "Yay! That sounds like lots of fun!" A very excited Ana then said, "Okay. Lets make some demons out of papers and pipe cleaners first." A very happy Harmony immediately yelled, "Oh boy!"

Harmony and Ana then happily ran out of the room. Wednesday made a little smirk, and then went back typing on her type writer. However a moment later, Harmony ran back into the room, and hugged Wednesday as she said, "Thanks for helping us mother." Wednesday looked a bit uncomfortable as she said, "I... was glad to help Harmony." As Harmony continued to hug Wednesday, she said, "When I grow up, I wanna be an awesome mother just like you."

~Thirteen Years Later:

An 18 year old Harmony Addams was frantically putting a small bed together with Enid inside an apartment. As Harmony was putting the last of the bed together, she looked worried as she said, "Does this bed look ready to use? What if a piece is missing, and then it comes undone at night, which causes Luna to be traumatized forever!?" Enid smiled as she said, "The bed is fine Harmony. Also, Luna is a werewolf. You and I both know that werewolves of made of tough stuff. She'll be okay." Harmony sighed for a moment, and then said, "I know. It's just... I can't believe this is really happening. I mean, when me and Megan first applied to adopt a werewolf child, we sort of thought it was a million to one shot. I mean, me and Megan are just 18 years old for crying out loud! But then when the adoption got approved, it's like... it all became so real."

Meanwhile, Wednesday walked into the apartment through the front door as she said, "I was able to procure all your favorite books from your childhood, in order to ensure Luna begins her life here with a substantial personal library on hand." Harmony made a relieving smile as she said, "Thank you so much mother. You are amazing. By the way, did Ana say if she was gonna come by today?" Suddenly, Ana's ghostly boyfriend: Gerard flew into the apartment through a window as he quickly said, "Open this window NOW! Ana is coming in at full speed!" A worried Harmony quickly opened the window, and then Ana suddenly flew through the open window with a jet pack on her back, and a large bag in her hands. The jet pack immediately shut down as Ana entered the apartment, causing her to fall to the floor face first. Harmony looked very worried as she said, "Oh my God! Ana, are you okay!?"

Ana then jumped up with an excited smile as she said, "Aw yeah! My new jet pack is awesome!" Enid however looked very worried as she said, "Ana, where did you get a jet pack!?" Ana then just casually said, "Found it." Gerard meanwhile smirked as he said, "Ana was looking for an easier way to essentially fly beside me." Then as an excited Ana held up the bag she was carrying, she asked, "Anyway, is Luna here yet?" Harmony turned her head as she said, "No. Not yet." Ana moaned in frustration as she said, "Aw man. I wanted to make a cool entrance in front of her."

Wednesday then stepped towards Ana as she said, "Ana, what is it that you're carrying in that bag?" Then a grinning Ana opened up the bag, and from it: over twenty stuffed animals fell to the floor. Then an excited Ana loudly exclaimed, "The greatest collection of stuffed animals I could obtain around the globe! Nothing but the best for my brand new niece! I am about the coolest aunt ever! So where is the little tyke I plan to spoil for the rest of my life hiding?"

As Harmony began to look worried again, she said, "She's being driven here by Megan. We both agreed since I've spent more time with Luna than Megan has, it would be good to give them some more one on one time together... while I begin questioning if I'm still up for this. I mean... am I up for this? Was I insane to try to adopt a child so soon after I was done being a child myself? I mean... all of a sudden, all my plans for the next fifteen or so years of my life have been dramatically changed. What am I even doing?"

Suddenly, the apartment door opened, and Harmony's wife Megan stepped in while holding the hand of a little blonde girl. Megan smiled as she said, "Hey everyone. We're finally here." Harmony suddenly made a big smile, walked over to Luna, got on her knees, and then said, "Welcome home Luna." Luna however looked very nervous as she hugged a stuffed cat she was holding while saying, "Hello."

Harmony looked a bit uncertain of what to say, but then held out her arms as she said, "Well, this is the apartment that you get to live in now. The door you see to your left is me and Megan's bedroom, the door to your right is to the bathroom, and the door to the middle is your bedroom." Luna however just looked up at everyone with a confused face as she said, "Do all these people live here too?"

Harmony then stood up, looking slightly nervous as she said, "Oh, no. Um. These two older women here are my two moms." Enid then got on her knees looking excited as she said, "Hi Luna. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. We are so happy to have you be part of our family. You can call me Grandma Enid if you want... or the Fun Grandma!" Then Wednesday crossed her arms as she simply said, "You may call me Grandmother Wednesday... or the intellectually superior grandmother if you wish." Meanwhile Ana was shoving a bunch of stuffed animals into Luna's bedroom, as she excitedly yelled, "And you can call me if you ever want more toys, because Aunt Ana is here to have your back girl!"

Gerard meanwhile waved as he said, "Hi Luna. I'm Ana's boyfriend, Gerard. I'm a ghost. We met once before. I hope I don't seem so scary now." Luna turned her head and said, "No." Then Megan got on her knees next to Luna as she said, "So Luna, that bedroom over there is yours. Now there is a bed and dresser already in there, but we wanted you to decorate the room however you want. Do you want us to help you decorate it, or do you wanna do it by yourself?" Luna simply hugged her stuffed cat tighter as she said, "I can take care of myself." Then Luna quickly walked over to her new bedroom, as Harmony called out, "Dinner is at six!" Then Harmony turned away looking sad as she said, "Oh God, she's already here, and she'd rather do anything but be with me. I am already failing at this."

Then Wednesday suddenly faced Harmony as she said, "Harmony, try to look at all issues from all sides. As you yourself explained, Luna has spent time in multiple group homes and foster homes. She is used to taking care of herself, and her multiple experiences at being rejected from society has also caused her heart to harden, thus she has difficulty opening up to others. It's something I can easily relate to. For now, you simply must give Luna enough intentional non-judgmental affection for her to come around. It will be difficult and require a great deal of patience to unconditionally love someone with such a hardened heart... but thanks to the DNA you acquired from your other mother... I know you have the capability to accomplish this." As Enid looked at Wednesday with an affectionate look, Harmony smiled at Wednesday as she said, "Thank you mother. I only hope I can be as strong as you were when I was little."

~The Past:

A 23 year old Enid sat in a public school classroom facing a young female teacher. Sitting beside Enid was a five year old Harmony and Ana. Suddenly Wednesday entered the room as she said, "Apologies for arriving to this parent teacher conference late. I was stopped by a large number of strange teachers and volunteers smiling at me and insisting they introduce themselves and make small talk as I entered the building. It was extremely uncomfortable and nauseating." The female teacher then stood up looking happy as she said, "Mrs Wednesday Addams. I'm your girls' teacher: Mrs Jefferson, and it is such a pleasure to meet you." The teacher: Mrs Jefferson immediately shook Wednesday's hand. Wednesday began to look very uncomfortable again as she said, "And there returns the discomfort and nausea."

Enid then stood up, smiling as she said, "I already talked with Mrs Jefferson for a bit, and plus we already know each other. But I wanted to give you a chance to meet the girls' teacher. Anyway, I promised to help work in the kitchen for the school bake sale. See you all in a bit." Then Enid left the room, as an annoyed looking Wednesday sat down in her place. Mrs Jefferson then happily sat in front of Wednesday as she said, "Well Mrs Addams, after spending so much time with your children, and after your wife has spent many hours here volunteering, it's so wonderful to finally put a face to the name of the woman that has helped lead the most unique family to ever attend this school."

Wednesday meanwhile kept a very straight face as she said, "Well, go ahead. List all the infractions and laws my children have broken, and how close they are to expulsion. That is why I have been brought here, is it not?" Mrs Jefferson however looked confused as she said, "What do you mean Mrs Addams? Parent teacher conferences are something all parents are invited to attend. However, I have nothing negative to say about your children. They are exemplary students that are perfect role models to their peers, and show great potential to become productive members of society." Wednesday suddenly had a look of shock and horror go across her face as she said, "They are?" Mrs Jefferson happily nodded her head as she said, "Indeed. That's all I wanted to share. Anyway, have a good rest of your day."

Wednesday then got up, and took Harmony and Ana into the hallway. Once they were alone in the hallway, an upset looking Wednesday said, "Really? Perfect role models? Harmony, Ana, I am completely disappointed in you two. I raised you better than to conform to societal expectations." Harmony however looked a bit worried as she said, "But mom said we should obey the teachers. Also... none of the other kids at school know we're outcasts. We thought... if we make no trouble, people will be nicer to us."

Wednesday sighed, took a moment to compose herself, and then said, "Harmony, conforming to the world doesn't bring peace. It just allows a system of inequality and injustice to thrive. In order to take control of yourself and bring some meaningful change to this realm of existence, you have to make necessary trouble at times. To put it simple, if no one in the world is ever mad at you, you're not making any meaningful impact."

Then a grinning Ana started to look around the corner as she said, "Actually, we do make trouble... but we do it in secret. Watch this." Then Ana pointed to a large bully far away pushing a little kid into the wall. The large bully then said, "Give me your lunch money kid! I want extra chocolate milk today." Ana meanwhile grinned as she said, "Harmony, get out the doll." Wednesday looked confused as she said, "Doll?" Then as Harmony got a doll out of her backpack, she said, "That bully over there... we took some of their hair the other day and made a voodoo doll with it." Then as Harmony handed Ana the voodoo doll, Ana said, "Watch this."

Then Ana stuck a pin into the doll. The bully suddenly stopped moving and yelled in pain. Then Ana stuck more pins into the doll. The bully immediately yelled in pain many more times as they ran away yelling, "Mommy! I hurt all over!" Wednesday's eyes widened in admiration as she said, "Impressive." Meanwhile Harmony looked very nervous as she said, "We... we stole the last of those special magic herbs from your special cabinet to make the voodoo doll. I'm sorry."

Wednesday then got down on her knees, and looked at her daughters in the eyes as she said, "No. In fact... I'm very pleased. You both broke my rules and the rules of this school to fix an injustice which those in authority had overlooked. However, the only thing I wish that you both do differently in the future is not hide your abilities or heritage with your classmates and community. You both are indeed outcasts, but should have no reason to hide that fact. I am proud of you both just the way you are, and it is your role to show the world you are proud our yourselves as well."

Harmony and Ana smiled, and then they both hugged Wednesday. Wednesday looked a bit uncomfortable, but then hugged her children back. Harmony meanwhile smiled contently as she said, "I love you mother."

~The Present:

In the middle of the night, young adult Harmony and Megan were laying in bed together in just their underwear. Suddenly, the two women heard Luna scream. Harmony and Megan both jumped out of a bed as a frightened Harmony yelled, "Luna!" Harmony and Megan then rushed into Luna's bedroom, to see Luna had turned into her werewolf form, and that the bed beneath her was broken. Luna had tears in her eyes as she said, "I didn't mean to break the bed. But... I turned into a werewolf when I was sleeping, and when woke up and felt fur on me, I got scared and jumped up and down hard."

Harmony then stepped towards Luna as she said, "It's okay Luna. All werewolves only wolf out at night the first few times it happens to them, and many can't even control it the first bunch of times it happens too." Then a smiling Megan said, "In fact, I learned at school that most werewolves only werewolf out at night their entire lives. However, many werewolves can't talk in werewolf form, but you can. That makes you special."

However Luna looked scared as she tried to pick up the pieces of the broken bed while saying, "No, I broke the bed. I should fix the bed." Harmony then stepped towards Luna as she said, "Luna, don't worry about the bed." Luna however looked very upset as she waved her hand and yelled, "Let me fix it!" However, Luna's werewolf claw unintentionally hit Harmony in the arm, scratching her. Luna's eyes suddenly widened with terror as she said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I'm a monster." Then Luna fled into a corner and began to cry.

Megan however stepped towards Luna as she said, "Don't talk like that Luna." However as Luna continued to cry, tears began to appear in Harmony's eyes. Then Harmony rushed out of the room trying to hide the tears on her face. Meanwhile a sympathetic looking Megan just sat near Luna as she said, "It's okay Luna. I'm just gonna sit right near you. Don't worry. It's gonna be okay."

Meanwhile Harmony fled into her own bedroom, fell to the floor, and began crying too as she softly said to herself, "I don't know what I'm doing. I am a terrible mom. Oh God, I don't know what I'm doing. I am such a terrible mom."

~The Past:

A young adult Wednesday and Enid were sitting in bed wearing their night gowns each reading a book. Soon, Enid put a book down as she said, "So... the kids have been quiet for over a half hour now. Ready to get frisky in bed my gorgeous gothic wife?" Wednesday raised one eyebrow as she said, "Gladly." However before anything else could happen, there was a knock on the door, followed by Harmony's voice saying, "Mom. Mother. Can we come in?" Wednesday groaned in frustration, and then said, "Come in."

Little five year old Harmony and Ana opened the door, and walked into the room. Enid looked slightly worried, but kept a smile on as she said, "Hey girls. What's wrong?" As Harmony crawled into bed next to Enid, she said, "We were both having nightmares. Can you make us feel better?" With a confused face, Wednesday asked, "What were you having nightmares about?" Then as Ana sat in front of her two mothers holding a stuffed cat and toy ghost, she said, "Well... you know how you told us to not to use the computer without your permission? Well... we kinda did, and we... we watched... a video of Barney the Dinosaur." Then an upset Harmony said, "Yeah. Now we keep having scary dreams of a big giant dinosaur trying to force us to hug him and ignore 'stranger danger'." Enid chuckled a bit softly, and then turned to Wednesday as she said, "Wednesday, you got this?" Wednesday sighed a bit, and then looked at her children as they and Enid cuddled close to her.

Wednesday then spoke in a soft voice as she said, "As you prepare to go to sleep, let me tell you the true story of Barney the Dinosaur. You see, Barney is not a strange dinosaur that has been brought to life through magic or the power of imagination. Rather, he is a man in a suit that had to give up his dreams of being a respected stage actor in order to take any work he could to pay the bills. Now this is a man would rather perform for the royal Shakespeare company or star in a major Hollywood movie; but because of the uncertainty that is the entertainment industry, he had to remain in the role of Barney the Dinosaur to pay off his student debt from school. However, even when he would finally audition for other roles, he would find that the reputation of playing the main character in a children's show that had no actual education value would result in him unable to find any work. Thus, the seemingly jovial man who played an incredibly upbeat dinosaur seemingly on drugs, would eventually find himself actually drowning his sorrows with real drugs, and would then die a miserable death all alone; thus becoming someone that could never cause harm to anyone ever again."

Then just as Wednesday finished telling her story, she saw that Harmony and Ana had fallen fast asleep, and a pleased looking Enid was asleep as well, with her head leaning on Wednesday's shoulder. Wednesday then made a smile as she gently touched Enid's hand while softly saying, "Sleep well my family. Tomorrow is Friday, and you'll need your energy... considering it will be the 13th of the month..."

~The Present:

In the early hours of the morning, Harmony stood in the middle of the kitchen as she looked out the nearby window with a worried expression. As Megan walked out of the nearby bedroom, she noticed Harmony's distressed face. Then Megan walked over and gently placed a hand on Harmony's shoulder. "You okay?" she asked softly. Harmony took a deep breath, her eyes misting as she said, "I just don't know if we're doing the right thing. What if we're not cut out for this?" Megan hugged Harmony as she said, "We're learning to be moms Harmony, just as Luna is learning to be a werewolf. We'll figure this out." Then as Harmony hugged Megan, sadness was still in her voice as she said, "But I should've been better than I am now. I mean... as Luna's new mom, I should be better at this."

Suddenly the door to Luna's bedroom opened. Luna, who was now in her human form, stepped out cautiously as she said, "Is is time for breakfast?" Harmony then put on a smile as she said, "Yeah. What would you like me to make you Luna?" Luna meanwhile opened up one of the lower cabinets where she saw some cereal and said, "I'll just have this cereal in my room." Then Megan stepped towards Luna as she said, "Whoa. Hey Luna. You don't need to eat cereal alone in your room. Here, we all get to eat together as a family at the kitchen table."

Luna looked confused for a moment, but then nodded as she picked up the box of cereal and walked to the kitchen table. As everyone sat down together to eat, Luna looked around the table at the various food items that were laid out. Harmony then noticed Luna was starring a plate of bacon nearby, and asked, "Did you want some bacon Luna?" Luna however looked down as she said, "It's okay. I'm thankful for the cereal." Then Megan happily gave Luna a plate of bacon as she said, "Hey. We share all the food in this house. If you see any kind of prepared food on the table, feel free to ask for some. Also... it's very natural for werewolves to want to eat some meat every now and then."

Luna slowly took a piece of bacon, and then took a bite. Her face immediately scrunched up as she said, "It's salty!" Megan laughed as she said, "It's okay. Not everyone likes everything. That's why we have options. We have some chicken in the frig, or I can make pancakes." Then as Luna began to focus on her cereal, she said, "No. I'm okay. Thank you for the cereal."

Suddenly a knock at the door was heard. Harmony quickly got up as she said, "I got it." Harmony then opened the front door to the apartment where she saw Ana standing. Ana waved as she said, "Hey sis. Just wanted to check in and see how my new niece is doing." Harmony however quickly stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. Harmony then covered her face, as tears began to appear while saying, "Ana, Luna is a mess. She spent most of the night crying, she lashed out at me, she's seems too afraid to ask for food or even sit at the kitchen table with me for breakfast, and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do."

Ana then quickly hugged Harmony, and spoke with a smile as she said, "Hey, hey. It's okay sis. It's okay. Luna has been through some rough times. There's gonna be an adjustment period. Also... maybe none of us should have come by yesterday, and it should've been just you and Megan in that apartment as Luna was starting to get adjusted to things." As Harmony began to lean on a nearby wall, she said, "Maybe. It's just... growing up, mom and especially mother always seemed like they knew exactly what they were doing. I keep wondering, why I can't be as good a parent as them..."

~The Past:

A young adult Wednesday Addams sat on a darkly painted bench in the park on one cool fall day, her eyes buried in a book titled 'The Complete Guide to Necromancy for Beginners'. A dead leaf fell from a tree and landed right on Wednesday's book. Wednesday then smirked as she said to herself, "Excellent. Soon these trees will be completely devoid of their bright colors, the grass will turn brown, and I will be able to finally enjoy this park actually having some true beauty."

Suddenly, Wednesday heard her five year old daughters: Harmony and Ana screaming. Wednesday looked up, and saw Harmony and Ana running towards her with a little bit of mud on their clothing. Immediately, Harmony said, "Mother, some mean boys tried throwing mud at us. Stop them!" Wednesday however calmly looked at her daughters with a deadpan expression as she said, "Children, I cannot be everywhere you go, and I cannot solve all your problems for you. If you believe peers of yours have dishonored and disrespected you, then you must enact proper vengeance on them yourselves." Ana however looked confused as she said, "How do we do that? Throw mud right back at them?"

Wednesday then suddenly began to show some genuine interest and mild amount of excitement as she said, "Exactly, but you must do more than just overpower your enemies. You must take their sense of power and control from them. You see, it's not just superior strength that causes those boys to feel like they have power and control over you. It's also their belief that they can cause you distress and humiliation by throwing mud at you. So in order to take that power and control away, cover yourself in mud before you fight back. Show your enemies that you no longer fear their weapon of choice, but instead own it. By letting your enemies see you have no fear, you will ironically instill more fear into them."

Suddenly Ana looked excited as she said, "I know! How about we put cat masks on, and then once we cover ourselves in mud, we can pretend we're Kitty Mud Ninjas! The boys won't know what hit them! Come on. Lets use our allowance to buy some cat masks at the nearby party store!" Harmony looked excited as she yelled, "Yay!" Then Ana and Harmony began to run off to the nearby party store... but then Harmony suddenly took a moment to run back and hug Wednesday as she said, "Thank you mother." Wednesday looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment... but then hugged Harmony back as she said, "You're welcome Harmony."

~The Present:

As the afternoon rolled into evening, Luna was sitting in her bedroom on a sleeping bag while looking at a book. Harmony then stepped into the bedroom as she said, "Hey Luna. Wanna play a board game? I got Monopoly Millionaire, and Clue. It's actually a version of Clue based on my mother's teenager years weirdly enough. Her and my mom's faces are literally on the box." Luna however kept her face focused on the book as she said, "I'm fine."

Harmony then took a deep breath and said, "All right. Well how about we watch a movie tonight? I got a big collection of classic horror films my mother let me watch when I was little." Luna didn't even look up from her book as she simply said, "No thank you." Harmony felt a bit rejected, but decided to keep trying as she said, "How about I show you how to make a nice dinner?" Again, Luna simply said, "No thank you."

Harmony looked defeated as she walked away... but then stopped, turned back, and walked back towards Luna as she said, "Luna, why do you not want to do anything with me or Megan? We're a family now. We want to spend time with you and care about you." Luna then looked up from her book, and simply said, "I know. Everyone does... until they stop caring. No one cares about me for very long."

A look of sadness entered Harmony's eyes as she said, "Luna, that's not true. There are lots of caring people in the world." Then a suddenly frustrated Luna yelled, "No, they're not! Every foster home and group home tries to get rid of me! Even my own real mommy tried to get rid of me! No one wants to keep me! No one! I... I..." Then suddenly as the early evening moonlight began to enter the room, Luna felt her body begin to change. Suddenly hair began to grow all over Luna's body as she turned into a werewolf. Luna then looked at her werewolf claws as horror entered her face. Harmony however remained calm as she stepped forward while saying, "Luna, it's okay." Then Luna immediately yelled, "Stay away!"

Then as Luna moved her arm, her claw hit Harmony in the arm, causing Harmony to scream for a second in pain. Luna looked horrified as she said, "Oh no. I did it again! I'm a monster!" Then Luna ran to the corner of her bedroom and began to cry. Megan immediately entered the bedroom from nearby as she said, "What's going on?" Tears were now in Harmony's eyes as she said, "I... I didn't mean to upset her. She just got angry, and wolfed out, and..." However before Harmony could finish, Megan just sat near Luna and said, "Don't worry Luna. It's okay. No one is mad at you." However as Luna continued to cry, a crying Harmony quickly stepped out of the bedroom.

Then as Harmony was walking away, she heard a knock at the front door. Harmony immediately opened the door, seeing Wednesday holding a bag of food. Wednesday had a straight face as she said, "As your other mother has requested, I have brought sugary sweets here, despite them having no nutritional value that..." However Wednesday stopped talking as she realized Harmony was crying with a distraught face. Wednesday immediately put the bag down as she said, "Harmony, what troubles you?"

As Harmony wiped away some tears, she said, "I don't know what I'm doing mother. Luna is constantly sad or scared or both, and I don't know how to handle it. There's nothing I can do that makes her better. Mother... how were you able to do this so easily when me and Ana were kids? How did you always know what to do when I was growing up!?" Wednesday then crossed her arms and looked at Harmony with a straight face as she said, "Harmony... the truth that I would never admit to anyone except you is... I entered parenthood with no clue what I was doing. In fact, with many passing moments, I felt like I was enduring a hellish torture that I had no control over; barely holding onto my very sanity..."

~Flashbacks from the Past:

A young adult Wednesday walked in the kitchen seeing her five year old children: Harmony and Ana looking very sick while sitting at the kitchen table. Wednesday immediately approached her children as she said, "What's wrong?" A sick looking Ana then said, "We ate all our Halloween candy in one hour." Then Harmony covered her mouth as she said, "Uh oh. I think I'm gonna..." Then Harmony and Ana immediately vomited all over Wednesday's clothes. Wednesday meanwhile looked very uncomfortable and uncertain what to do.

Wednesday and Enid were sitting in front of a computer, while Enid said, "Okay. With all our major debts paid off, I think we're finally ready to take our first major family vacation to Transylvania next year. I know you're really excited about this Wednesday." Then suddenly the sound of an explosion was heard, which caused the house to shake. Harmony and Ana quickly ran into the room as Harmony said, "It's not our fault. Uncle Fester's present to us exploded on it's own!" Then Ana casually said, "Also, it's sort of his fault for surrounding it with caution tape. I mean... it was practically begging us to open it before our birthday. Also... I think half the living room is gone now." Wednesday then closed her eyes, breathing in and out deeply as she said, "It would seem our trip to Transylvania is about to be postponed for another year or two."

Wednesday was analyzing a metal cube in the basement as Harmony and Ana came down the stairs. A smiling Harmony then asked, "Hey mother. Whatcha doing?" Wednesday put the metal cube down as she said, "Trying to find a way to understand this artifact I discovered. It's some sort of ancient puzzle. Apparently if I solve it, it will result in..." Suddenly Ana held up the metal cube, which was glowing now, as she said, "I solved the puzzle in three seconds mother! What do I win!?" Suddenly the metal cube opened up as a terrified Wednesday said, "According to legends... centuries old demons are about to released." Then an excited Harmony and Ana innocently yelled, "Yay!" Then a terrified looking Wednesday grabbed both her children, and ran out of the basement as fast as she could while several demons began to appear from a portal created in the metal cube.

Wednesday sat in the living room blind folded as she said, "You girls know I don't like surprises." Meanwhile a happy Harmony and Ana stood in front of Wednesday as Harmony said, "Well, you'll like this one. Okay. Take off the blind fold." Wednesday quickly took off the blind fold, only to see Harmony and Ana holding a large colorful dress in front of her. An excited Ana said, "Ta da! We made you a new dress mother, all on our own!" As Harmony pointed to the dress she said, "See how we put all the colors of the rainbow on the dress! It even has a picture of pink unicorn on it!" Wednesday suddenly began to look terrified, her eyes were very wide as she said, "Oh my... children... this is... too extravagant a gift for me to wear."

Then an excited Ana said, "I know! It's so pretty! Wear it right now mother!" Then an excited Harmony and Ana yelled, "Wear it! Wear it! Wear it!" Wednesday then reluctantly put the bright rainbow colored dress on her body. Wednesday tried to remain calm as she looked at the dress on her body, while she softly said to herself, "It's just clothing. It cannot harm you. It's just clothing. It cannot harm you." Harmony now looked confused as she said, "Mother, are you okay?" Wednesday then quickly stood up, and tried to look calm as she said, "Yes. Thank you for your thoughtful gift children." Then after one moment of standing still, Wednesday immediately ran into her bedroom, locked the door, took off the dress, and then screamed bloody murder while hugging herself. Meanwhile, as Harmony and Ana heard the screaming, a smiling Ana said, "I think she really likes it."

~The Present:

Wednesday stood before Harmony in the apartment hallway as she said, "Harmony, being a mother is a life of madness, and feeling like you're always on the verge of losing your sanity. The truth is, when I performed the experiment that resulted in you and your sister being born, I was not fully aware of the challenges being a parent would entail... but with that being said, I had no intention to fail you and your sister. So I persevered through every mistake, looked for every creative solution to every problem, and remained confidant I could meet every challenge. However, when I did face a set back or obstacle, it didn't make me feel weak. Rather, the moments where I realized my skills were at a lower point than required, it provided me the opportunity to force myself to rise higher than ever before. You and your sister did test me Harmony... but through raising you, I became stronger... which I am certain Luna will do for you."

Harmony looked amazed as she said, "Mother... I... I don't think I've ever heard you speak in such an inspirational way before... but thank you. Thank you so much." Harmony immediately hugged Wednesday. Wednesday, without any hesitation, then immediately hugged Harmony back, keeping a straight face as she said, "Don't mention it... to anyone... for the rest of your life." Harmony smirked as she let go of Wednesday while saying, "Well mother... it's time for me to go be a mother now." Then Harmony walked back into her apartment as Wednesday left.

Within moments, Harmony dragged two sleeping bags into Luna's room, where Luna was sitting still scared in the corner while Megan was sitting nearby. Megan looked confused as she said, "Harmony, what are you doing?" Harmony looked straight at Luna as she said, "Luna... if you'll let us... me and Megan are gonna sleep with you in your room tonight. The two of us will sleep in sleeping bags near you. We can sleep right next to you, or on the other side of the room. Whatever you're comfortable with." Luna, still in her werewolf form, looked confused as she said, "Why?"

As Harmony sat down on the floor, she said, "Because I want you to know that me and Megan are never gonna leave you, and we'll always be right here for you. Even if you're in werewolf form for the rest of your life, and you accidentally scratch me a hundred times, we are never leaving you." As Megan sat right next to Harmony, she smiled at Luna while saying, "Luna, we don't want you to be here for a short time. We're your family now. We want to be your mothers forever... if you let us."

A nervous Luna crawled closer to Harmony and Megan, and then said, "Lots of people said they liked me and even loved me... but they never meant it. They always sent me away. Even my real mom sent me away. I don't even remember her. Why did she give me away? Why did she not love me!?" Then Harmony scooted closer to Luna as she said, "I don't know the story behind your real mother Luna. I wish I did. Maybe we'll find out one day. But until then... all I can do is promise you that me and Megan wanna love you with all our hearts, as if we were your real moms. I know other people have said stuff like that to you before. So we know it'll take awhile for you to believe we mean what we're saying... but tonight, we are not leaving you alone; just like how you never have to feel alone for the rest of your life now."

Luna however just looked away from Harmony, a sad look still in her eyes. Harmony looked slightly devastated, until Megan whispered to her, "Harmony, you've been trying to tell Luna you love her, and that she doesn't have to hide. Yet, you've been hiding a part of yourself from her. I think you need to show Luna the part of you that relates to her most of all. She's only seen you show it during an emergency. Now is the time to let her see it's an acceptable and normal part of this home."

Harmony nodded, and then closed her eyes. Suddenly Harmony's body grew as fur began to appear everywhere. Soon, Harmony was in her werewolf form. Luna now looked at Harmony with wide surprised eyes. As Harmony starred at Luna with her big wolf like eyes, she said, "I know I take up more space in this form. Is it okay if I sleep like this with you tonight?" Tears appeared in Luna's little werewolf eyes, and then suddenly she rushed into Harmony's arms and hugged her. Soon, Harmony and Luna lay on their sleeping bags together, hugging one another. A smiling Megan then lay beside them and embraced her new family in a hug as well.

~The Past:

A young adult Wednesday and Enid lay together in bed as little Harmony and Ana lay between them nearly asleep. As the two little girls looked very content, their eyes slowly closed while Wednesday said, "And so the three little pigs learned what they built their homes out of was meaningless, because the simple wolf who was only obeying his natural instincts was going to eat them anyway at the slaughter house where all pigs are inevitably sent. The end." Wednesday then looked at her two daughters, seeing they were completely asleep now. Enid smiled as she said, "Look at them Wednesday. So perfect. You ever think they'll have their own families like us when they grow up one day?" Wednesday kept a straight face as she looked at Enid while saying, "If they fully understood what we go through for them on a daily basis, they wouldn't. For only a completely insane person would ever want to raise a family like ours." Enid however smiled as she reached out, placed her right hand under Wednesday's left hand, and then said, "Well... thank you Wednesday... for giving me this insanely beautiful family of ours."

~The Present:

In the middle of the park in the evening, Gerard was flying through the air as he said, "Come on Luna. You have to pass through me if you wanna get a point." As Gerard flew through the air, Luna was in her werewolf form as she was happily running on all fours under Gerard. Luna then leaped into the air, but wasn't able to reach the height Gerard was flying at. Meanwhile Ana stood nearby as she said, "Come on Luna! You just have to put a little more power into your jumps. Remember, your Aunt Ana believes in you!"

Meanwhile at a picnic table nearby that had a large street lamp near it, sitting together were Wednesday, Enid, Harmony, and Megan. As Enid watched Luna running around, she smiled while saying, "Luna looks like she's really starting to enjoy herself." Harmony, with a look of relief, said, "Yeah. Although even after a month of living with us, she does sometimes still get sad at night, and gets scared by the occasional loud noises. Her therapist says she likely has issues with anxiety... but since I still do too, me and Megan realized instead of seeing this as a bad thing, we should just view this as one more thing that can help me and Luna grow closer as we both work through our issues together." As Megan held Harmony's hand, she said, "It actually inspired us to start attending family therapy sessions together... and we think it's really helping us."

Meanwhile, Luna jumped high into the air, with her little werewolf body passing right through Gerard's ghostly form. As Luna landed on the ground, she yelled, "I did it!" An excited Ana yelled, "You did! Great work Luna!" As everyone at the picnic table clapped a bit, a happy Harmony called out, "Awesome Luna. Now come over and eat some dinner." Luna then happily rushed over to the picnic table, while Gerard floated down next to Ana. As Ana and Gerard watched Luna sit next to Harmony and Megan, Gerard asked, "So Ana... do you think that in some way maybe... we could have something like that one day?" Ana turned to look at Gerard with loving eyes as she said, "Maybe. But for now... Gerard, I just want you to know I am happy with the life we've made already with each other. I mean we've never even kissed, and may never will... but that's okay because I'd still rather have what we have now than anything else in the world."

A moment later, the entire family began to place themselves around the picnic table. As everyone began to talk and enjoy themselves, Enid scooted closer to Wednesday as she said, "Look at this family Wednesday. None of this would've happened if you hadn't combined that weird mystic plant extract with my DNA in your body to make yourself pregnant... and even though I was totally freaked out when you did that crazy experiment without my consent... I just want to say thank you... for all of this." Wednesday looked at Enid with an expression that showed no emotion, but then her actions spoke louder than words as she quickly gave Enid a romantic kiss.

However the kiss was interrupted as Megan said, "Oh. Guess what. Luna has gifts she made for her two new grandmas." An excited Luna then opened up a nearby bag as she said, "Oh yeah. I made them with help from Aunt Ana." Then Luna suddenly held up two matching rainbow colored dresses, each with a picture of a pink unicorn on them. An excited Luna asked, "Do you like them?" An excited Enid slipped into one of the dresses as she said, "Aww. I love it. Thank you Luna." Wednesday however began to look terrified, her eyes were very wide as she softly said to herself, "Oh God. The nightmare has returned."

Meanwhile an excited Luna said, "Come on Grandma Wednesday. Wear the new dress. Wear it! Wear it! Wear it!" Wednesday then reluctantly put the bright rainbow colored dress on her body. Wednesday tried to remain calm as she looked at the dress on her body, while she softly said to herself, "It's just clothing. It cannot harm you. It's just clothing. It cannot harm you." Luna now looked confused as she said, "Grandma Wednesday, are you okay?" Wednesday then quickly stood up, and tried to look calm as she said, "Yes. Thank you for your thoughtful gift Luna." Then after one moment of standing still, Wednesday immediately ran out of the park, jumped into her car, took off the dress, and then screamed bloody murder while hugging herself. Meanwhile, as everyone else heard the screaming, a smiling Ana looked at Luna as she said, "I think she really likes it."

THE END

...

..

.

EPILOGUE:

One More Bonus Scene from the Past:

In the middle of the park two seven year old boys, and one little five year old boy were walking around with buckets of mud. One of the older boys yelled, "Come out of hiding girls. The 'Boys Rule and Girls Drool Club' is about to cream you with mud!" Meanwhile, the little five year old boy said, "Devin, is this a good idea? Those girls looked scared when you tried to throw mud at them earlier. I thought you said this would be fun." The older boy then said, "Shut up. I'm your big cousin, and I know what's best. Now lets find those little girls and take them down!"

Suddenly, emerging from a nearby mud pit was a five year old Harmony and Ana; their bodies drenched in mud while they were wearing cat masks that covered most of the upper section of their faces. Harmony and Ana immediately made roaring sounds, followed by Ana yelling, "You drew first mud. Now prepare for vengeance from the Kitty Mud Ninjas!" All three of the boys immediately looked scared as Harmony and Ana immediately began throwing large buckets of mud at them.

The two older boys suddenly got out some water balloons and threw them near Ana's feet. The sudden wet ground caused Ana to fall as she said, "Oww! Uggh. That hurt." Harmony then looked determined as she said, "Don't worry Ana. I'll get them!" Then Harmony immediately chased after the two older boys with a big bucket of mud while saying, "You don't get to hurt my sister and not face my wrath! Raaaaaahhhh!" The older boys suddenly screamed in fear as they ran away from Harmony.

Meanwhile, the younger boy, whose face was partially covered in mud, approached Ana as he said, "Are you okay? I'm sorry you got hurt. I'm just visiting my cousin today, and he sometimes does stupid stuff." As Ana tried to sit up, her face was still covered in mud and her cat mask as she said, "I'll be okay. I'm used to it. All the boys at school hate me too because I'm so weird."

As the young boy sat next to Ana, he said, "That sounds awful. Why are they like that? I mean, my mother taught me to treat all girls like they're special." Ana shrugged, and then said, "Well my mother said most men are intimidated by independent women with clearly superior skills... but that's okay. I don't need a boy to like me or kiss me to make me feel special." The young boy then scooted near Ana as he said, "Well... even if you don't need this... I hope it makes you feel a little more special."

Then the young boy leaned his head forward and immediately kissed Ana on the lips. Ana was surprised for a second... but then kissed the boy back. After a moment, their lips parted, and they both looked at one another with smiles and blushing cheeks. Then the young boy stood up, still smiling as he said, "Nice to meet you Miss Kitty Mud Ninja." The young boy then walked away, waving to Ana, while a smiling Ana waved back.

Soon, the young boy reached the edge of the park where an adult woman was standing near a car. The young boy smiled as he said, "Hi mom. I'm ready to go home." The young boy's mother groaned in frustration and then said, "Didn't I tell you not to get dirty? Oh well. I hope you had a good time playing with your cousins and the other kids in the park today. Come on. Lets go home Gerard."

*Next Week: WEDNESDAY ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

...no seriously, THAT is the entire premise. ;)

Trivia:

-The final picture in this story was created by fanfiction writer/ artist: Konge (with tweaks by myself).

-All of the flashbacks in this story take place before Chapter 17 - Gomez and Morticia Come to Visit.

-Ana and her ghostly boyfriend Gerard first met in Chapter 64 - Ana's Amazing Adventure.

-Luna was first introduced in Chapter 79 - Love Finds a Way.

[kpop---scenarios]

Reckless (5)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Best Friend

Warning: Heartache

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx @ovulatingrn @jisunglyricist @guiltycoco @fawnpeaks @purple-bell @caught-in-the-afterglow @ana-marais98 @rylea08 @astraystayastayastray @partyparty-yah @skzswife @sillyhal @blackbluerose666 @mmarusa @seungminsapuppy @chanbahng29

A/N: Let me know in the comments if you think Y/N will give Minho another chance!?

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

“What the fuck are you two doing!?” You scream as you run down the stairs, just as Chan raises his fist to Minho. You place your hand on Chan's chest, looking up at him with worried eyes. He's so focused on Minho he barely notices you there, until you press your hand harder on his chest. He feels you, he looks down, into your eyes and breathes. You can see the bruise forming under his eye right before you. He lowers his fist, unleashing his hand.

“I'm sorry, Y/N.” Chan sighs.

“Are you okay?” You ask, gently running your thumb over his swollen face.

“Nothing I haven't dealt with before.” He chuckles. You smile at him before turning around. “You.” You snap, pointing at Minho.

“What?” He asks, crossing his arm.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” You yell. “Why are you punching Chan?”

“He fucking deserved it.” Minho spits. Chan lunges for Minho. You get in between the two, pushing Chan out of the house. The two of you walk to Chan's car as he tries to calm down.

“He's such a fucking asshole.” Chan groans, speeding from your house.

“Tell me about it.” You sigh. You glance over at Chan, as he turns onto different streets to get to the restaurant. You watch him as he chews on his bottom lip, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drives.

“What's up?” You ask, giving him a smile.

“What do you mean?” He chuckles.

“You look like you're deep in thought over there.” You giggle.

“Yeah.. I'm battling internally about bringing up something. I don't want you mad at me.”

“Just ask.”

You knew it was going to be about Minho. And this time you weren't going to lie.

“You and Minho…” He pauses. You sigh.

“Yes.” You begin. “Minho and I have been sleeping together periodically but..” you now pause.

“But?”

“but.. I'm not sure to be honest. I don't know what it is. He's never taken me out, he tells people I'm not his type, he gets jealous when I'm with other guys but he doesn't want to be seen with me.. he won't tell Jisung about us but he'll go date this Maya girl.. and still fool around with me.. and I know I should stop it, I know he doesn't treat me good, he's mean but he's protective.. and I don't know, I'm just so confused.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands.

“Come on, I'll say what I need to say inside.” He smiles, getting out of the car. You'd been rambling so long you hadn't even noticed the car had stopped. The two of you walk into the restaurant, to be seated immediately. You browse the menu, deciding to go with your favorite brunch menu item.

“So.” Chan says, clearing his throat. “It's good that you realize he's not treating you how you should be treated - and yes, I'm giving you the ‘you deserve better’ lecture, because you do.” He says. “Y/N you're bright, and beautiful and you absolutely deserve the world and someone who is going to publicly praise you in that world.” He smiles.

Your heart flutters. Chan was so sweet, thoughtful and caring. Not to mention so handsome. You felt safe with him and you liked him, so why couldn't you stop thinking about Minho?

“I think I need time away from him.” You say, resting your head on your palm. Time away would do you good but why did it have to hurt your heart so much?

“I think that's the best idea. You're more than welcome to stay with me.” He smiles.

“As much as I appreciate that, you live with Changbin, Seungmin and Jeongin in a two bedroom apartment. I don't think there is much more room.” You giggle.

“I think you're right.” He laughs.

Later that day, you had messaged Hyunjin about crashing on his couch. You vaguely remembered your drunken night together, but definitely remembered him trying to kiss you. You decided that it was just from the two of you being drunk and left it at that. He of course, said yes about 3 seconds after you texted him. When Chan brought you home, you ran upstairs to pack some things, clothes, toiletries, stuff for school, things you would need to be gone for a week or two. You ran back downstairs and left while there was no one home, got back in Chan's car and he drove you over to Hyunjin's place. You hadn't even told Jisung that you weren't going to be home. You wouldn't have been able to do it in person, when he asked you why, what were you going to say? You fucked his best friend and he continued to treat you like shit but you continued to let him fuck you? No, you weren't ready for that conversation. It was easier to lie over text, for you at least. You told him it was a school project. He believed you, of course he did. He knew how you were about school.

“So.” Hyunjin begins. “You wanna tell me why you're staying here instead of your house?” He asks.

“Not yet.” You smile. “I've got a lot of things to sort out.”

“Is it Minho?” He asks.

You nod your head.

“Take your time, sweet. I'll be here whenever you need me.” He smiles. You curled up in the spare bedroom, in the new bed, in the new sheets that Hyunjin went out and bought today, specifically so you didn't have to sleep on the couch. You told him you would have been fine but nope. That's not how he does things.

As you laid alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel like somehow this whole thing was your fault. You technically did start this whole.. whatever it was. But you knew it wasn't. He started it too, not just you. He's as guilty as you, if not more. You felt like you needed to talk to him to see where the two of you stood, but after what he said to you at the restaurant and then him punching Chan.. how could you even face him? You couldn't.

And you didn't.

The first week he texted you, a few times a day. He asked you what was going on, why weren't you home?

I miss you.

Did he? Or did he miss the hole that couldn't say no to him.

You never answered him. You read the messages and used a lot of self control to put your phone down and ignore him.

The second week it was mostly Jisung who messaged you. He was starting to believe it was not a school project that had you out of the house. He asked you to come home so he could talk to you. But you couldn't. Not yet. You were finally starting to feel a little bit different. Thoughts of Minho didn't fill your head at all hours of the day anymore, everyday it seemed to be less and less. You were starting to feel like it wasn't your fault that he didn't want anything more with you. You had often wondered, what was wrong with you? Why weren't you good enough?

And then on the 3rd week, you realized that it wasn't you. It had nothing to do with you and it was all him. You were worth more than what he was giving you. Jisung had messaged you, asking you what the hell was going on. Why Minho was sulking around the house, his fuse was short and he lost it over nothing. He said Minho was miserable and wanted to know if you knew anything about it.

You said you didn't.

By the 4th week, you were feeling better than you ever had. Even Hyunjin had noticed. You were brighter, happier and seemed to be more like yourself.

“You look like you've finally worked through everything.” Hyunjin smiles.

“You're right.” You laugh. “I've finally realized my worth.”

“Good. You deserve nothing but the best.” He says.

“Jisung said he was gonna be out tonight with Jisoo and..him. I'm gonna go home and grab a few other things. Thank you again, jinnie. You really saved me.”

“I'll save you anytime you need.” He grins.

Later that night you walk into the house you hadn't stepped foot in, in a month. It seemed different but the same at the same time. It smelled the same but different. You didn't know how to explain it. You quickly ran up the stairs, walking into your room to grab your things. You got some clothing items and a few other odds and ends you needed. You were going to turn around when you heard a door upstairs shut, footsteps coming down the hall. You freeze. You left your door open. You weren't facing it but you knew. You could feel a pair of eyes staring at you.

“Y/N?” He whispers.

“No.” You panic. “I have to go.” You say, rushing past him, and down the stairs.

“Y/N!” he yells. “Wait!” he chases you down the stairs. “Y/N! Please, wait!” he says, reaching out. He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him. You dropped everything in your hands.

“DON'T!” You yell, breathing heavily. “don't touch me. I don't want to talk to you. I'm finally getting to be in a better place.” You gasp.

“I'm fucking miserable, Y/N. I miss you.” He cries.

“Do you miss me? Or do you just miss fucking me?” You snap. Minho looks shocked.

“What?” He asks.

“Is that a hard question to answer?” You scoff.

“I miss you.” He says. “I.. I want to be with you.”

“In public? With everyone knowing? With Jisung knowing?” You ask.

“That's.. it's just..” he pauses.

“Yeah that's what I thought.” You laugh. If you didn't, you'd fucking cry and you didn't want to waste anymore tears on him.

“What can I do? What can I do for you to stay with me?” He asks.

“You seriously don't get it, do you?” You ask.

“Is it because of Chan?” He asks.

“You really don't fucking get it. I fucking loved you!” You cry. Tears rolling down your cheeks, you couldn't hold it in anymore. “I loved you and you used me. And I went along with it because at least I got you in some way.” You breathe. You didn't hear the front door behind you open. Or the footsteps quietly walking in. “But you couldn't be bothered to make any kind of effort for me. Instead you got jealous when I was with other guys, you said vile things to me, you made me feel worthless but I still let you fuck me! I loved you and you broke me! Because you refused to be honest with yourself or with Jisung!”

“You did what to my sister?” You hear from behind you. You turn around, Jisung stands there, Jisoo by his side as he shakes with anger.

“What the fuck did you do to my sister!?”

“I can explain.” Minho says, backing away from the angry man.

“Why the fuck is my sister screaming at you about how you fucked her and threw her away?” He yells.

“I never threw her away, man! I didn't do that. I love her!” Minho yells back. He looks shocked at his words. You stare at him with wide eyes, Jisung still rages.

“If you love her why the fuck would you do that to her?”

“I was scared! I was.. so fucking scared. You said she was off limits, but it was like I became addicted and I didn't fucking want too. You're my best friend, you've done so much for me. I tried to fucking stay away, I said some awful shit to her in hopes she would leave me, I tried dating Maya to move on from her but I fucking can't.” Minho cries. “I'm a piece of shit man, I know this. I fucked it all up, I should have been fucking honest from the start..I'm so sorry. I'm sorry to you Y/N, for everything. Jisung.. fuck man, I'm sorry.” He whispers.

The house is silent. So quiet you could hear your heart beating at Minho's confession. Your head was spinning, you didn't know what to do or what to think. Your heart hurt, but it also was beating for him. You were still so fucking mad at him, but you still loved him. The second you saw him, every feeling you had ever felt for him came rushing back, and you didn't know how to handle this.

“Please forgive me, Y/N.” Minho cries. “Please. I'm so fucking sorry.” He still looked so beautiful even as miserable as he was right now. Even with tears falling down his face as he begged you to forgive him.

It was too much. This was all too much.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jisung asks. The room was spinning. You felt hot, like your throat was closing up. You looked at Jisung in a panic as your eyes closed, you fell, and the world went black.

[shitouttabuck]

i'm a thigh girlie but i'm also a squishy kind of guy so if either 18 or 52 take your fancy for the prompts 👉👈

some sleepy stuff <3

touch prompts: 18 squishing the others cheek + 52 gripping thigh

might as well be drunk in love

Buck might be the most responsible Maid of Honour to have ever existed in the history of Maids of Honour. He told himself that half an hour ago when Ravi crowed FOMO, motherfucker at him post-Chim and Maddie’s rehearsal dinner, after Buck had sensibly and maturely taken his leave from the wedding party’s continued celebrations to get in a solid seven hours of shuteye—he’s the only one who has to be up at basically the crack of dawn to start getting things in order for the actual wedding at noon.

He tells himself that now as he pulls the thick comforter up to his neck, stretching his toes against the footboard and sighing. The empty double bed across from his own just seems to mock him, though, a reminder that Eddie’s probably knocking back the white wine Karen’s got him enjoying lately, almost certainly pink-cheeked and loose-hipped and laughing prettier than any music, only three floors below Buck right this very minute. FOMO, motherfucker indeed.

It's fine, Buck reasons, only somewhat grumpily. He’d be much more upset with himself for being too tired to be on top of things for Maddie’s big day tomorrow than he is for missing out on drinking with his friends and staring moonily at his best friend as covertly as alcohol will allow. Besides, he’s going to do just that tomorrow night anyway, with the added bonus of no pre-wedding stress. This was a good decision, the right decision, Buck is rational and correct and will have no sympathy for anyone nursing hangovers and sleep deprivation when they’re supposed to be setting out chairs and place cards at the reception tomorrow.

Somewhere between one grumbled thought and the next, he must fall asleep. It’s only a while later that the creak of the hotel room door cuts through his fuzzy dreamscape. He stays half-submerged, but Eddie trips over something and swears under his breath, and Buck swims groggily to the surface of consciousness.

He doesn’t bother cracking open an eye, listening instead to the gentle thumps and bumps of Eddie getting undressed and ready for bed. He’s almost lulled back to sleep by the sounds of it: the quiet snick of the toothpaste cap opened and shut, the whoosh of the tap running, the click as Eddie switches off the bathroom light, the rustle of sheets as he climbs into—Buck’s bed?

Buck forces one eye open then, but it’s moot since yes, Eddie does seem to be getting into Buck’s bed, except from behind Buck, so all that Buck is aware of is the sudden gust of cool air against the backs of his calves as Eddie lifts the duvet, and then the mattress is dipping and Buck’s warm again, because—because Eddie’s plastered along his back.

It’s not an accidental mix-up of beds either, because Eddie wastes no time slinging an arm around Buck’s waist, his hold loose but—there. Very much there.

“Uh. Eddie?” Buck whispers, voice rough from sleep. He clears his throat gently, pausing and straining to listen when Eddie mumbles something unintelligible. How drunk is he? Does he think Buck’s someone else? That’s—if that’s true… He broke up with Ana nearly two years ago, and there hasn’t been anyone serious since, not the scattered dates here and there, so—if it’s any of them Eddie thinks he’s getting into bed with? That would… suck.

But then Eddie says, “What, Buck,” muffled and sleepy into Buck’s shoulder.

The warmth that instantly blooms in his chest takes Buck by surprise, a little, and he feels his body automatically relax against Eddie, unaware he’d been holding it tight in the first place. Still, the confusion lingers.

“Oh. You’re—uh.” Should he—say something? Why would he say something, though. Just because this isn’t something they do… Eddie’s clearly fine with this, initiating this, and Buck—there’s never a time Buck doesn’t want this, want this bad. So why would he say you have a bed right there and come off as a dick when they’re both perfectly fine with this.

Or, worse in ways that are both hysterical and heartbreaking, come off as vaguely homophobic or make Eddie uncomfortable about the way he’s currently spooning Buck like he’s been doing it all his life.

He settles for a lighthearted, “Are you drunk?”

Eddie sighs sleepily, breath tickling Buck’s neck. “Yeah. Kinda.”

Okay. That’s fine. Their friendship is no stranger to physical touch, casual shoulder bumps and easy hip checks and full-body hugs. Eddie doesn’t need a reason to be looser with his affection, obviously, especially not where Buck is concerned, but if he did? What better combination than too many drinks and being at a wedding for their friends and family? Buck’s all too familiar with the love having to go somewhere, and if this is where Eddie wants to put it tonight? Buck’ll take it gladly and be a little moonier about it than planned tomorrow.

Eddie worms a hand under Buck’s sleep shirt, tracing his abdomen with his fingertips. Buck shivers. Okay, so not entirely platonic, but Eddie’s drunk. That blurs the lines of a good cuddle. Buck will resign his sorry ass to a night of his best friend being lovingly handsy in the spirit of friendship and lovesickness.

Eddie’s palm moves higher, ghosting across Buck’s sternum. His thumb catches against Buck’s nipple, and they both still for a second, Buck holding his breath. Then Eddie does it again, a lazy rub against it that has Buck swallowing and shifting his hips. Entirely not platonic, actually, any way you look at it.

Then, as sudden as his treacle-slow movements can be, Eddie’s hand ceases its exploratory tracing and taps once, twice, over Buck’s heart as he presses himself more firmly against Buck’s back, a lazy, languid stretch.

“Eddie,” Buck says. “What’s—are you—I’m—”

There’s a pause, and then Eddie relaxes his body away from Buck. “Hey,” he mumbles. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck replies without thinking, immediately reaching back for Eddie, hand stretched to pull him back close. “But—what’s—why right now?”

“Why not right now,” Eddie grumbles, sinking back into his place along Buck’s body with an ease that makes Buck screw his eyes shut tight again for a second. “Should’ve been right now many nows ago.”

“What?” Buck asks, genuinely a little lost as he throttles the rising bubble of hope inside him, squeezing just enough to still it without popping.

Eddie exhales heavily and with feeling, making sure Buck hears the exact amount of put out he is to be having this conversation when they could be sleeping, and Buck loves every disgruntled cell in his body.

“Your maid-of-honour speech,” Eddie yawns. “You said—you said you once had a conversation wi’ Maddie about—about love. About how it should be—you’re at your worst and they are too and still—you don’t give up. On each other. On… what you have. You try again.”

Buck hums. “Think they’ve had more worsts than a lot of people. Love that you fight for in the face of all that—or helps you through the face of all that? That’s. Yeah.”

“Chim showed me his vows. About—how he wishes there wasn’t hurt behind th’ reason f’r it, but he loved getting t’ be Maddie’s friend first, you know?” Eddie’s voice is a sleepy slur, murmured almost directly into Buck’s ear with the way he’s holding him. “Even when he wasn’t sure they were ever gonna be anything but. Someth’n—something about trust like that—I dunno. It’s easier when you’re friends.”

“Eddie—”

“My worst, Buck. And you walk right through the door and stay. And, and friends do that, but—I’m not imaginin’ this. Karen told me I’m not and she’s wise. She’s a lesbian. And a rocket scientist. In that order.”

The hope-bubble slips out of the grasp he has on it with a cheerful blown-raspberry sound, rising and rising inside him. Eddie’s hand is hot against his bare chest, and Eddie is comparing Chimney’s wedding vows to how he sees Buck in his own life, and Eddie’s drunk but Buck doesn’t think there’s much room for misinterpretation.

Buck’s not said anything, and before he can speak to assuage any presumably already-minimal doubts Eddie has, Eddie sighs loudly.

“Okay, this is not working. Turn over.” He tugs on Buck’s arm as he rolls over himself.

Buck shifts onto his other side slowly, carefully, a crescent around Eddie’s curled body. Close, but not touching.

“Buck,” Eddie huffs, flailing a hand back to grab his thigh, fingers digging into the meat of it. He yanks it forward, hitching it over his own hip so Buck’s flush against him from the ass-upwards.

When Buck doesn’t automatically hold him, Eddie twists his head to glare blearily over his shoulder. It’s the first time they’ve made eye contact since he entered the room, and his eyes are glassy when they meet Buck’s.

“Hello,” he says. “What’s a guy gotta do to get some cuddling around here.”

Buck laughs, surprised, and Eddie smiles, smug as he turns away and settles in again, like that was his only intention. And Buck gets it, he desperately wants this to just be—to just be it, you know, to have this be the way it happens, to wrap his arms around Eddie and wake up tangled together, to not second guess anymore, but it’s late and Eddie’s been drinking and they’re at a wedding with all the wedding emotions in the air—

His leg hiked over Eddie’s means his crotch is mashed into Eddie’s ass, and Eddie’s wriggling back in an attempt to snuggle into him and—

“Eddie,” he says. “Maybe this isn’t—”

“Ugh,” Eddie says. He turns around to grab Buck’s cheek, squeezing gently. Buck winces, all for show, before his face goes completely slack because Eddie’s planting a sloppy kiss that really only lands on forty percent of Buck’s mouth, hot and minty and lifechanging.

“Right,” Buck says, strained. He takes a deep breath, eyes squeezed shut, before opening them and placing a soft kiss on Eddie’s forehead, brushing his hairline. “It’s just—you’re drunk—I don’t want you to—”

He’s cut off by Eddie rolling his eyes and flipping back around into little spoon position.

“Yeah, well, that’s kind of the thing, Buck,” he sighs, grunting as he shifts to get comfortable. He manoeuvres Buck’s arm around his waist, pulls it up against his own chest, grip firm but still with a relaxed certainty to it. “I loved you this morning when I was undercaffeinated and being bullied into redoing flower arrangements, and I loved you this evening when I thought I had indigestion from those cheese puffs, and I love you right now when I’m drunk, and I’ll love you tomorrow when I’m hungover and miserable about it. I’m in the prime of my life, I shouldn’t be facing these kinda drinkin’ consequences at thirty-three, Jesus.”

Buck shelves the kneejerk comment about Jesus probably being the biggest advocate for getting wine-drunk in your early thirties even though focusing on any of the other words Eddie’s just said might result in his own spontaneous combustion and instead says, “Oh.”

“’Oh’,” Eddie mimics, half-asleep but no less bitchy for it. “Yeah, oh. I’ll do the—the sobriety test for you in the morning if you still want, but can we go to sleep now?”

They can, and they do, and when Buck’s alarm goes off at six am, they blink awake with Eddie curled against Buck’s chest, hand once again stuck up his shirt.

“Mmmh,” he insists, bearing down when he feels Buck try to get up.

“Eddie, I gotta go set up.”

“Gotta—no, thanks,” Eddie replies, clinging harder.

Buck huffs a laugh, any trepidation he had about Eddie’s wants upon waking easing away. “Maid-of-honour duties wait for no one.”

“Maid-of-honour, schmaid-of-honour,” Eddie tells him, muffled into his chest. “What about your loving me duties. It’s a full-time job, you know.”

“Can do that with my eyes closed,” Buck says, “and I’m great at multi-tasking this maid-of-honour stuff, but I need my eyes open for the rest of it.”

Eddie ducks his head, as if to hide his smile, but Buck feels it where it’s pressed into his chest anyway. “Fine.”

There’s a beat, and then he’s propping his chin up to peer at Buck. “Also—for sobriety test’s sake. Hi. Also, I didn’t really let you get a word in last night…”

He doesn’t look nervous or unsure, just kind of sheepish. His hair is sticking up in fluffy clumps and there’s a crease along his right cheek and Buck can love him with his eyes closed but he’s so very glad they’re open, because this is a million times better.

“You really didn’t, huh. How the tables turn—ow, Eddie,” he breaks off as Eddie digs his fingers into his ribs. “For sobriety’s sake—” He hauls Eddie up, and Eddie goes with an oof that’s sighed right into Buck’s mouth. His lips are soft and chapped against Buck’s, much more coordinated but just as purposeful as they were last night when they move against him.

The kissing is lazy, early morning stuff, gentle and easy. When Eddie yawns into it, Buck pulls away, running his hands down Eddie’s sides.

“I really gotta go,” Buck tells him, trying to extricate himself. “Go back to sleep.”

“Yes boss,” Eddie finally allows, rolling over to mash his face into a pillow.

He finds Buck setting out the flower arrangements only an hour later, though, and he’s got with him a kiss and a coffee and, true to his word, a love that persists through hangovers and weddings and drunkenness that’s not his own. Through every wildly outrageous and terribly boring moment of the rest of their lives, actually; the best and the worst and everything in between. A love that stays, and stays, and stays.

(read on ao3)

[faretheeoscar]

Hey guys, I’m making this post to tell you that I’m gonna go on an indefinite Hiatus for the foreseeable close future, don’t know if I’m even gonna post for Oscar’s birthday and I’m sorry I’m not gonna go through Marc(h) Madness.

I lost my dog yesterday, my best friend in the whole world got taken from me unexpectedly due to an accident she had and I’m on the other side of the world alone trying to somehow get my bearings and mourning I didn’t even got a proper goodbye. She went to sleep with a lot of love and people that cared for her, they sang her the song I used to sing her as a puppy and that brings me a little peace of mind, but still it pains me in a way I’ve never thought I would experience, and it's sending me into a very bad state of mental health.

My posts on my queue are probably gonna keep updating and if I see the light somehow in these days I’ll probably post the thing I was working for Oscar’s birthday since it’s almost done, but I still don’t know if it’s gonna happen. There will be some projects that I was part of that will come out in the next months and I will totally share them with you if I can.

Most importantly, I'm gonna reach out personally to all the people who were on commissions queue and hopefully you guys understand why I can’t keep on working right now.

With that been said, my parents are going through a lot right now with the costs of the hospital, the cremation and all that, I hate to do this and ask for support, and not being able to provide anything in exchange for it, but if anyone has the means or can help with a small amount right now I would appreciate it with all my heart.

Last thing is my discord account is probably where I’m gonna be slightly active from time to time, to not get totally recluse, so if anyone wants to reach out, is the same @faretheeoscar and my DM’s are always open there.

Love you all, hope to see you soon 🤍

[eulogium-red]

i'd like to see more of the theme of "family" in overwatch. we see it a lot with ana & fareeha, ram & zen, brig/torb/rein/bastion, genji & hanzo. but those are the obvious ones between playable characters. the ones that are much more clearly written on the wall, even once-in-a-blue-moon players could pick up on. much else is hardly focused on despite how much family (or a lack thereof) has shaped many of the character's lives & identities for better or for worse

i don't like how martina & the unnamed reyes kid are only mentioned in passing, despite gabriel himself visiting often unannounced. clearly they were an important part of his life. clearly, family is an important part of his life — i'm very willing to wager that small passage about the death of his parents in declassified was written very intentionally. his complicated relationship with death, and how it was further affected by his own "death," & how he's now in some warped reversed position with his new family. but we don't get much more than a few voice lines about martina (is she even mentioned by name in-game orrr am i not remembering?)

i want to see how ashe manages the gang throughout the second omnic crisis. or perhaps we could see her mannerisms slightly change with bob. maybe instead of standing side-by-side with him as she is in the reunion cinematic, she puts herself more between him & potential unrealised threats. or maybe she subtly tries to nudge him under awnings whenever she spots ufos, weary they're housing subjugators — little things that are very intentional. maybe her demeanor tilts ever so slightly from confident but guarded, to guarded but confident.

i want to get a better picture of the role sam english played in fareeha's life just from playing the game, especially after ana's presumed death. i want to know more about their relationship other than the christmas dinner they had. i wonder how many players just assume fareeha's father died young, or assume the writers didn't care to write one at all? for a long time, i thought the former. i wonder what sam thinks of some of fareeha's closest friends — has he met cole & angela? what does he think of helix? we hardly even see fareeha's native heritage expressed other than the two skins off the top of my head

what about cassidy & echo? i know this is a more implied one, but cassidy was the first one to nurture her "childlike intelligence." even today, he guides her — he encouraged her to help winston&co at paris when he was still on the fence. one of the cutest things for me is her enthusiastically shouting "hello winston!" mid-battle, presumably not long after cassidy told her to say hi. she probably would've either way, but i also don't want to discredit the role cassidy has had on her development & i really do want to see more of them

or, speak of the devil, how winston views everyone at overwatch as family. how in watchpoint: gibraltar's 1st defense spawn, you can see the little beds he set up for lena and mei, how you can read an email as proof he got the blankets from a small kids blanket business. the way he keeps photos of the gang, years later. how vehemently protective he was of all their locations. i wish we could see it reciprocated a little more, i wish we could see individual sleeping areas for other heroes as the story progresses, or more items on his desk. & that's not even getting into hammond

& i don't think i can have a family post without mentioning dad 76 or how i desperately want to see benicio being the best supportive dad for lúcio more but honestly i'm getting pretty sleepy so either i'll add more later or someone can add more.

depending how you stretch the definition of family here, it can include other dynamics too. baptiste finding a new sense of belonging in the new overwatch, or mei braving the antarctic to not let her team's death go in vain & to help people who can still be helped — from jiayi and her team still on mars, to the people who now need her help on earth. i'd also argue hana's squad in korea. what are niran's siblings up to? are we gonna see more of efi & orisa? moreover, how are all these non-playable side character characters handling the invasion? i guess we got some texts between lena and emily

family is such a powerful motivator, but can also be really complicated, as seen with the amaris and shimadas + kiriko, i wish we got a similar amount of investment some other places too

a major theme of overwatch is moving towards the future, progressing in some way. & that looks different for everyone depending on their emotional readiness to do that, and what they view "progression" as. so it makes sense a lot of characters don't look back on those they lost along the way so much, at least not too openly (zarya comes to mind), but that's what can make their present relationships with others that much more worth preserving & seeing

probably an impossible ask of a game feeling the effects of layoffs that's primarily focused on pvp/bp/shop items but ykn

thank u for coming to my tedtalk

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 18

Description: Miguel deals with Todd, and has a late night visitor—you.

Pt 19

The purr of car engines overhead, the slight rattling of the bridge, the coos of pigeons and the soft lapping of the waves fills Miguel's ears as he stares down at the waterlogged corpse at his feet.

“Lyla, how many people know about this?”

“About the mauled body of your new girlfriend's ex-boyfriend?” Lyla smirks, her heart shaped sunglasses low on her nose as she observes the scene.

Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Lyla, please just answer my question.”

“Just a few displaced people along the river, the Swedish shipping vessel that reported the sighting, and the Coast Guard has the call record, but since you got lucky with the currents and since I made a few more urgent calls to the Coast Guard, they haven't set eyes on him yet.” She tells him, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Thank you.” He says as he zips up the body bag and tosses it over his shoulder.

“So, what are you going to do with him?” She asks, flickering in and out of his masked vision.

“Acid.”

“Acid? Lame.” Lyla huffs.

He snorts. “It's quick, efficient, and less likely to leave a trace.”

“Yeah, but wasn't he like a total dick to y/n?”

He grunts in response as he swings through the city until he finds the disposal grounds of Janson Inc, the manufacturing company you mentioned Todd works for.

“I mean, I thought you'd go way more psycho than you did.” She says, laughter on the horizon of her tone.

“Lyla” He warns, as he heaves the body bag containing Todd into the acid, watching with no small amount of satisfaction as the fabric, flesh, and bone dissolve.

“Ok, ok, I'm just saying, I think I know you pretty well and-”

“I want him forgotten, I want y/n to forget about him.”

Lyla says nothing for a moment, then sighs heavily. “Miguel…you know it doesn't work like that. You might have been able to easily replace this universe's version of you, but that doesn't mean you can just as easily replace Todd.”

Miguel turns from the acid, the surrounding area bathed in a sickly green glow. “I know.”

“And you know y/n's different from Ana, Xina, Dana, and even Tempest, she cares about you, about Gabi. She really cares about Gabi. She's not just going to jump you now that her ex-boyfriend is gone. She's going to weigh the consequences.”

A smirk tugs at his lips, and for a moment his mind supplies him with the memory of you begging for him, his name on your lips like a fervent plea as you fall apart on his thigh. Of the way your eyes linger on his lips, how you reached for him in the doorway of your apartment.

He grunts in response. He knows you, better than you know he does, better than Todd did, perhaps better than anyone else in the world. You'll weigh the consequences, but that doesn't mean he can't try to lighten the load.

“Okay, Mr. Stupid and Silent, don't believe me. It's your funeral.” Lyla huffs before her form flickers out, and he's left alone in the dark.

Miguel unlocks the door to his apartment and silently pads through the quiet space.

Gabi's asleep, he knows this. You're asleep, he knows this. He should also be asleep, but he's filled with a nameless emotion--an anxious energy raging against the edges of sleep that are threatening to creep in on him.

He sits at his desk, flipping through security feeds, ensuring there's no record of him. He's clean, there's no trace of him or Todd.

He was smart, made sure no one would see when he broke into Todd's apartment and knocked him out.

No one noticed as he carried Todd's unconscious body to an abandoned warehouse, and no one heard Todd's screams as he tore into him, leaving him a mangled mess that Miguel finally dangled him off the bridge.

He watched unflinching as Todd plummeted. The sound of Todd's body slamming into the water echoed off the banks, and Miguel waited until he sank to return to his apartment.

No one would ever know. He got away clean.

“Hey Boss? Y/N's here.” Lyla says, her words hitting him a millisecond before he hears your soft knocking on his door.

He bolts up, running a hand through his hair and checking his appearance in the hall mirror before he swings open the door to see you. Perfect, perfect you.

Your hair is loose, hanging free, and you're clad in fuzzy socks and an oversized sweatshirt.

Are you wearing pants under that? Shorts? Is this a seduction tactic? Because it's working.

“Hey, I'm sorry, I know it's late, but I just...” You wave your hands helplessly, your nails are pink, a pretty pearlescent pink.

He reaches out to catch one of your hands in one of his, squeezing it slightly. “Don't apologize, I’m more than willing to help, whatever it is.”

You give him an embarrassed smile. “Okay, so, it's a new apartment and I swear I keep hearing all these noises, and I know it’s childish but...would you come and take a look? Make sure there's nothing there?”

He's in love with you, fully, completely, unreservedly.

“Of course, y/n, I felt the same way when I moved in. The building is a bit older, there are lots of creaks and groans.”

He follows you to your apartment as he says this, and you look back at him in surprise. “You were scared?”

He chuckles sheepishly. “Actually, Gabi was, I just wanted to make you feel better.”

You smile and duck your head. “I appreciate the effort."

You hold the door open for him, then stand in your lit kitchen, your arms wrapped around yourself. Your bare thighs are exposed by the rising fabric of your sweatshirt, and he averts his eyes. 

He strangles his desire to sink to his knees and grip the soft flesh of your thighs, to wrench them apart and bury his face between them. To watch you come apart on his tongue as the sounds of your pleas and moans fill the air.

“I feel like I heard something near the balcony. You say, tearing him from his thoughts.

“I’ll go check.” He tells you, making his way towards your balcony, his senses on high alert even though he knows there's nothing.

It's an older building, Gabi was scared when they first moved in, that much is true. But there's nothing to be scared of, he's ensured that. In fact, this building, this block might be the safest in all of Nueva York.

Miguel throws open your balcony door and makes a show of checking every inch. He's rewarded by your soft laugh.

“All clear?” You take a half step forward, a smile playing at your lips, the lingering traces of sleep still gracing your expression.

“All clear. Anywhere else you want me to check?”

You nod towards your bedroom. “I swear I heard shuffling in my bathroom.”

He waits at your door, looking back at you. “Through here?”

You breeze past him and sit cross-legged on the edge of your bed. “The door on the left.”

He pushes the door open and flicks on the light. He's seen this room already, through your necklace, but standing there, on your plush, pastel purple bath mat, looking into your mirror, the mirror he's admired your bare body in, sends him into a tailspin.

“You see anything?” You call softly.

He shakes his head. “Nothing, no monsters lurking in between your towels.

“I didn't think there were monsters." You mumble, padding over to him, your scent hitting him like a freight train.

Has it always been this strong, or was it because he's in your home and everything around him screams y/n?

He inhales deeply, his fingers curling around the edge of your sink, his eyes closed as he fights to calm himself.

“Miguel? Are you okay?” You ask, placing a hand on his bicep.

He pulls you forward, pressing your back against the sink, his arms on either side caging you in.

You look up at him with an adorable expression of surprise, as if you hadn't seen his agility when he was disguised as Spiderman. “Miguel?”

He steels himself, even as he feels the plaster of your sink give beneath his fingers. He'll fix that later.

“Pancakes or French Toast?”

“I'm sorry?” You ask stunned.

“For breakfast, cariño, which would you prefer?” He forces the words out, prays they're smooth and unassuming.

You smile up at him, and he feels his stomach flip. It's a childish thing, for a small smile to affect him this way.

“Oh, pancakes please, and I can help you cook if you need.”

You're so sweet.

“No, no, mi vida, I'm cooking. All you need to do is keep me company.”

Your eyes follow the movement of his lips, and his nostrils flare when he smells the arousal wafting off you.

“Are you sure? I really don't mind.” You insist, palms resting against his chest.

He leans down and presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead. “I'm sure, now goodnight y/n.”

Then he leaves you there and heads back to his apartment, his head spinning, your scent still lingering around him.

Taglist: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @luvisaaxoxo, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @aesniri, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @act1839, @needsleep3000, @totally-not-georgia, @witchy-lizard, @cxmeiloorun7, @justrandomlolidk, @chimpkinnuggies, @alicefallsintotherabbithole, @loser-alert, @wwwellacom, @ryantryan6969, @lollipopin, @youcantseem3, @a-cult-leader, @verexi, @purpleskiesandroses, @they2luv1naia, @sophiaj650, @idolautism, @rheannajrs, @merakiq, @rexs-wife, @sukaretto-n, @twilight-loveer, @f1shb0nez, @callsign-blue, @marcelineormars

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: adult-themed/topic

After the party at N.’s Mom, N., P., and I went out with Ana and her boyfriend. That was a month ago! A lot has happened the last 4 weeks, but actually it all started that day/night, at N’s Mom's.

What exactly happened or what N. and I did, will clarify itself as you read on. However, just 2 days after this party/night, N had to go back to Italy, to play soccer. He was only here for 10 days and most of that time, we were fighting about this stupid thing with Bianca. After N. was gone, I thought he would come back home after a week or so, but as I said, it’s been over a month since he left.

This week Philip was often with me. I took a prep course for my exam because I was on leave and missed a lot. The whole thing took about 2 weeks. The first week my Mom took care of my son and this week Philip helped me. Today was my last day. When I came home, Philip noticed that I was sad, or in a bad mood?

Philip: Did you have trouble studying?

Me: No, it was all fine. And thanks for your help, P.

Philip: Are you still upset about Nico’s departure?

Me: Hm... I guess.🤷‍♀️

Philip: Why can't you just let things be?.. Sure, life sucks sometimes, but.... you're exaggerating, A.! If you continue like this, you will force Nico to choose between you and his soccer career. And believe me, no matter what he decides,...that would be the end of your relationship.

Me: You can’t tell me how to feel!!! What's wrong with you? I will not force N. to stop playing soccer! I LOVE him! I want him to be happy! But you, don't get it, P.! You have no idea what it feels like to truly love someone. 😒

Philip: I am not gonna listen to this shit!! ... Why aren’t you being honest?... Come on! Tell me why you’re really so pissed.... You blame me for what happened between us. Right? 🤨

Me: I-.... I just don't get it?? 😫 Why did we do that? I mean.... Nico and I were drunk but you weren’t, and yet, you.... just slept with me! 🤦‍♀️

Philip: Now listen to me! I know, the truth is not always pleasant. THIS time A., it was not Nico and me, who wanted to shag you! It was the other way around. You, made it all happen!!

Me: I remember what I did and how it happened that we ended up in bed!! I did it for N.!! ... After our fight with Bianca, Nico and I made up, but.... N. didn’t sleep with me anymore. I thought maybe he still doesn’t want me after all? And a few days later at his Mom's we got drunk, bcs we wanted to do something crazy together. And later when we were with Ana in this club, Nico wanted me to do what he wants me to do, so I did it. He told me to hit on you. I wanted to please him and it was fun to do what he asked. Bcs we were both wasted!!! But you weren’t!! You should have just dropped us off at home and left right away. But you have decided otherwise.

Philip: That's not fair!!! He wanted us both to fuck you. He said.... you deserve it. He was mad! But you didn’t get it A.!! You didn’t stop! I even told you myself, but you still didn’t let go of me! He just wanted to see how serious you are about being his slave.

Me: Exactly! And yet you joined in!!!.....But okay! Sorry, you’re right! It’s not fair to blame only you. Nico and I wanted it! Anyway, I don’t want it to be like it was 4 years ago. I’ve been thinking about it the last few days and... I remembered how I felt then. I was so desperate... I don’t want to lose you P. You're one of my best friends. But right now, I really just need a little bit of space... I hope you’re not mad at me or misunderstand me, I just need to... get a way from here for a while.

Philip: Where are you off to? 🤨

Me: Um... My parents have 2 weeks off. They asked me if Lucas and I want to go on vacation with them. I’ve talked to N. about it. He doesn’t know when he can come home yet? Maybe he’ll join us later? Idk?

Philip: Go for it, A.! ... I also need some distance so.... I'm leaving now.

Me: I understand that. But.... are we okay?

Philip: I think that depends on you. As far as I’m concerned, everything’s fine.

Nothing was fine!

Previous/Next

[bloodyjuls-blog]

You don't understand

"Hi girls" y/n said as they entered the locker room. "Hi honey" Alexia said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as the other girls looked at Alexia and y/n suspiciously. While changing out of her street clothes into her workout clothes Claudia says "how about some beers at the bar downtown" "for the day off" to which most agree except y/n.

Alexia looks at her funny and asks "why can't you go?" "because I'm meeting my sister I'm going to take care of the kids while she does some extra hours at work" y/n's sister is a doctor at the Vall D'hebron hospital. Alexia nods, not very convinced but she knows about your love for children, especially your nephews, so she doesn't say anything. "Any problem with that my love?" you say. "no none, i miss them".

The training session goes by, more exhausting than the others 'maybe it's because of the sun' you thought. When patri comes in, scoffing, she says "when are you and Alexia going to get married?" "I don't know, when she proposes" you say in a funny way but hoping it will be soon.

Hours later at home with the little ones

"Ruppert don't run down the stairs you might fall" you said to your 5 year old nephew while you were putting 6 month old Augustine to sleep in the living room. "tia y/n/n alexia said to go upstairs to play mario bros" "well kid but you don't have to run, because you fall down there and what do we do eh" you say between angry and joking giving the little one a hug. "Babe, let Ruppert climb up to beat Mario," says Alexia, teasing the boy. You laugh and let him climb up.

For Alexia these moments are worth gold, she visualizes herself married to you, living in a villa in Castelldefel with a couple of kids running around in the yard and you teaching them how to play soccer.

The next day your sister picks up the kids around 11 am. You spend the day cuddling with Alexia at home, watching movies and eating dirty food.

Wednesday came and with it the training. There was Irene with little Mateo around, so I went straight to play with the little one while the girls finished showering. I must admit I'm a little picky because I always have to shower first. While I was playing with Mateo I heard Crnogorcevic says to Alexia "can you imagine when you and y/n have babies running around the house" "you don't know how excited I am about all that, seeing one or two little ones running around the house" "soon we will have another little one to play with mateo eh alexia" you panicked while playing with mateo. How could Alexia take it for granted that you want children if you haven't talked about it. That made you very angry. First of all because even though you like children and you are fond of them, you can't imagine being a mother, even less with your tight schedule and the constant trips you have, secondly, you are afraid of what pregnancy entails and even worse, you are afraid of hospitals. You'll have to talk to her, you thought.

When you get home you decide to talk to her.

"hey ale, I overheard a conversation in the dressing room today and I swear it was unintentional" you said. "Oh yeah, what did you hear?" said Alexia in a relaxed way "you were talking to Ana about kids and stuff, taking for granted that I wanted to be a mother" "Of course I want kids with you y/n, you are so good with the little ones and the only person I see in that future is you" "look Ale, I will be very honest with you, because we have been dating for about 4 years now and I just don't want, it terrifies me, to have kids, a human being under my responsibility. I said it a few years ago and I stand by it, I don't feel like having children with anyone" you said that a little bluntly. "You think after four years together it's time to say you don't want to have children? what's wrong with that? You are very good with it, even your nephews adore you and see you as a second mother" she says hysterically. "I'm sorry Ale, a little late yes, but it is what it is, I don't think I can change my thinking at some point" you said starting to feel weird, like out of place. "you know something y/n, I think I can't spend years of my life wanting something next to a person who can't be more flexible with that, I can't want to marry you when your plans and mine are different. I think it's better to break this thing we have and look forward with no hard feelings or anything" Alexia said sadly. "Why, what do children have to do with what we have created as a couple" "I just see myself with you, without children but with you" you said in tears. "You don't understand, I want to share my achievements with my FAMILY, with my descendants, with my children, so that they can see that their mothers were successful women and that they can follow the path. I don't want to be left with the legacy alone, you understand that, I want after this whole soccer thing is over there is something else to focus on." "You're being a bit selfish Alexia, you can't want children for such invalid reasons" you said crying, watching your life you thought you had figured out go down the drain. "selfish you y/n, you who are not at the same stage as me, you who prefer partying, traveling, alcohol before me as a partner and family" alexia said raising her voice. "You have no idea what you are saying" you said hurt. "y/n get out, get out of my house, I can't believe you threw all the plans we had out the window".

You left the house angry, sad, hurt and you did the best thing you could do, you called the only person who understands why you don't want to have children. The English captain, your best friend Leah Williamson. But since not everything can be so easy, that night while you were driving something happened...

Part 2 ✅

[alexiabae]

TIRED; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: in which caro rant to y/n about how she felt on her national team.

Warnings: short fic for this precious sunshine.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

She read the breaking news.

And she was devastated.

If it was true, how can you leave out two of your best players out?

Two players who came to win the champions league.

Y/N grabbed her phone and was meeting by a photo of her with her girlfriend, making her forget momentarily about what she was going to do. She searched for Caro's number and pressed the button once she found it.

A tone.

Two tones.

And at the three tones, Caro answered it.

"Hola min kjærlighet." Caro greeted her in a groggy voice, clearing her throat after.

"Shit. Are you sleeping? I don't watch the hour, sorry." Y/N curses, making the forward laugh.

"Don't worry. I needed to wake up soon." The blonde informed, letting out a yawn.

Y/N bit her bottom lip; "I read the news... It's true?" She asked unsure, not wanting Caro to get mad or upset.

Caro sighed.

"It's true. I don't tell you anything because I don't care anymore about this national team." Caro hissed the last part.

Y/N could hear how pissed she is about it.

"You don't have fault about anything, okay? Neither Ingrid." Y/N let her know, even if she didn't know the full story.

"I know it. It's the fault of Hege. She didn't listen to us, to her players... It's frustrating. Sorry, I don't want to bother you about it." The Norwegian rarely gets mad or angry or raises her voice.

Y/N shakes her head even if her girlfriend couldn't see her. "No, no. You know that you can count on me, and if you want, I will be grateful to hear it." She said with a soft voice, putting herself better on her seat on the sofa, watching by her window the dark sky.

"Hege punished us for telling the truth. She didn't care if we lost match after match. She only cares about herself. We aren't good enough because we don't work sufficiently on it. We need staff people who care about us, not participating in the world cup. It matters if you do ridiculous things in front of the world." Caro said in a rush, her voice getting raised as her angrier thoughts showed up. "And Ingrid? She didn't say anything bad. She admitted our mistakes, but of course if you want to play you need to shut up and nod." She finished.

Y/N was really surprised by Caro's statement. Not from the words, if not for her tone of voice. It was a mix between angry and sad, winning the temper.

"My advice is that you need to do it for your teammates, they don't have the fault for your coach being uncompetitive." Y/N muttered, not wanting to disturb Caro. "And for your country. The people who show you their support, no matter the countries they are from. Like me for example." She tried her best to cheer her up.

Caro let out an inevitable soft chuckle at her last comment. They are in silence for a few minutes, processing everything in their minds.

"You will see Ana today." Y/N remind her, playing with her laces from her pajama short.

"Yeah. Something good, at least." The blonde muttered, rolling on her bed, closing her eyes.

"How is Ingrid?" Y/N can't resist asking by her friend.

"Affected. But she received some calls before and she is better. And she has us too." Caro explained.

Y/N felt bad. She found an hour ago about Norway's news and probably Mapi or some familiar found it hours ago and called the brunette.

"Sorry about not calling before... I was working." Y/N apologises, regretful for having a shit of a job.

"I supposed that you're working. Don't worry, babe. I just want it to be over and fly to the warm city where I live." Y/N giggles, finding funny how her nordic girlfriend hates the cold.

"What about me?" Y/N teases.

Caro plays a lazy smile. "You are the most I miss right now... So, be prepared when I come back because I'm not going to let you go."

"I can't wait." Y/N whispered, smiling remembering the moments with her.

"I will let the national team after the world cup." Caro confessed after a moment of silence. "I can't anymore. I'm really tired of their behaviour. They know what they want and they don't want me. So..." She trailed off, sighing.

"I will support every decision you make." Y/N support her.

Caro smiled; "Thank you, min kjærlighet. I just want to focus on us, family, friends and my club. That's all I want."

"Well, I'll let you rest a little more." Y/N said watching the hour on her phone, setting an alarm to watch the game in a few hours.

"Sorry that you asked for the morning to watch me play..." Caro said sadly. "I'll make it to you, I promise."

"Don't be silly. You don't have the fault. And sadly that type of shit always happens. So focus on passing to the next level."

Caro laughed at how her girlfriend denominated it like a video game.

"I will try my best if they let me." The blonde said. "For you." She added in a whisper.

"Te quiero." Y/N whispered back.

"Jeg elsker deg mer."

[taunted-h0use]

✨Midnight Snack🌃

A silly, very fluffy, very self indulgent HDG concept with stand-in OC's that may become a full fic, who knows

This is kink content, pls do not reblog to non kink blogs, and as always, 18+

CW: universe typical D/s, intox, hypno

The florete stretched lazily as she wandered into the dark kitchen. A drowsy glance into the bedroom confirmed her Affini was still asleep, vines shifting to indicate steady, sleeping breaths. Great. Slowly, The next challenge to her plan floated into her mind

She couldn't, for the life of her, remember which cabinet had the snacks. For a moment she could only stand, slightly slack-jawed, staring up at the wall of Affini-sized storage containers. Her mind was far too addled with Class-E's to decide on an answer, the little pet simply decided to try until she found what she was looking for.

With a determination rare for this particular florete, Seven located the stool in a nearby cupboard, and used it to climb onto the counter. From there she could reach the cabinets, which she opened and began searching.

Ananassa was drawn out of sleep by a strange rustling coming from the kitchen area of the hab. Filling her floral lungs with air, she rose and quietly entered the kitchen.

By this point, Seven had sat on the counter, back to the bedroom, and was happily chewing on her plunder.

A gentle humming voice suddenly filled her ears

"Now darling, what are we doing out of bed at this hour?"

The florete turned bright red as she spun to face her mistress looming over her.

"Nuffinm!" the words were muffled by a mouth full of crumbs.

A smirk crossed the Affini's lips.

"And would 'nuffinm' Happen to include a sneaky little midnight snack?"

There was a pause, as Seven gulped down the mouthful of food

"Well, I woke up....and I was hungry, and you always tell me that good pets listen to their bodies signals...and that my Class-G's only work if I'm well fed....so I got myself a Liiiitle snack"

"I seee, little one," Ananassa said softly, as she pulled the pet up into her arms,

"And so your snack of choice to tide you over to breakfast was..." a tendril gently removed the food from Seven's grip

"A box of Nilla wafers and Sonic the Hedgehog branded fruit snacks?"

Seven buried her blushing face into the Affini's vine-woven side

"I'm sorry...I have such a sweet tooootttthhhh" the final word slurred together as yet another vine caressed her cheek, sending soft green and pink lightning through her brain.

"And it seems, silly girl, that the plot continues to thicken" Ananassa cooed as she withdrew a shiny metal inhaler from the pocket of the fuzzy robe that encased her pet.

"Oh you poor thing, this is your extra Class-E inhaler, I thought I put this away. It does explain a few thighs though. This formulation always did give you...what was that human word you said, 'the munchies'?"

The dazed florete in Ananassa's arms giggled at the sound of such a human phrase coming out of her leafy lips. The sound melted Ana to her core, and she pressed a kiss to her pet's forehead.

"Now sweetheart, I have a deal for you," she continued in a soft tone as she returned the dosing pile of limbs to their bed.

"I'm gonna tuck you in here for just a moment, while I go make us some lovely tea and find you a more suitable snack, okay love?"

Seven sighed contentedly in the affirmative as vines wrapped a cozy blanket around her.

A few moments later, the quiet shuffling returned and a smell of warm cinnamon drifted into Seven's awareness. Her eyes drifted open slowly to see Ana holding a tray with a steaming teacup and a shiny red apple.

The pet rose, took the teacup with both hands, and clambered into her mistress's waiting lap.

"You know I'm not mad at you, pet, but would you like to tell me why you were even up at this hour? Did you really wake up like you said, or did you stay up watching tablet videos and taking hits from this?" Ana slowly swung the silvery inhaler in front of the dumb sleepy face of her darling. Almost instinctively, she reached out, grasping for the tool.

"Ah ah ah, I think you've had quite enough of this for tonight, silly girl,"

Seven sighed and slumped back into her mistress's embrace.

"I'm sorry, I know I wasn't supposed to stay up, but you were so tired when you got home from work, and, and... I didn't wanna bother you, so I just stayed in my room and watched tablet videos, but I got a little carried away...so...so..." the pet's voice trailed off into oblivion.

"Oh you poor thing, you know your presence could never bother me! Even when I'm tired. In fact it's quite the opposite, getting to pamper you at the end of a long day is my favorite way to relax. I'm so sorry if I've ever made you feel otherwise," she punctuated the sentence with a series of kisses to the top of her florete's head.

"Noooo, is not you mistresss, just my silly brain sometimessss"

"Well then, it's a good thing I'm here to take that silly thing away from you, isn't it?" The question elicited a series of warm giggles that bubbled up from the pet in her lap.

"Yes mistress, of course"

Ana's hand found their way to seven's head, running her fingers through the soft hair and scratching gently at her scalp. Seven continued to sip her tea.

"So, what kind of videos were you watching, darling?"

"Mmm, mostly just botany videos"

"Ohh, dirty girl" Ana chided in a mocking tone

"Noooo, no, not like thaaaat, is just interesting!"

A gentle chuckle resonated from the Affini's chest.

"I know hun, I'm only teasing,"

Leaning over slightly, Seven set the now empty teacup on the nightstand, and retrieved the apple.

"That's a good girl, eat up! Sweet little treat for you before you drift off, Isn't that right, My Snow-Drop"

The spark of a half formed thought bounced around in seven's foggy mind

Her mistress called her silly names all the time, and it probably meant nothing, but something made her feel like that particular title should mean something to her...

By the time all that had processed in her brain, she realized she was several bites in to the apple already.

It was incredible. The skin was a deep red, hiding stark white flesh lined with oozing purple veins. The fruit was crisp in her mouth, sending a shimmer across her tongue that seeped back into her brain. Ananassa's voice floated back into her consciousness.

"So, sweet thing, in any of your little videos, did you learn anything about how grafting onto Affini works?"

Seven could hardly keep track of words long enough to piece together what her mistress meant, but she managed to shrug hazily and take another bite of the fruit.

"Well it's quite interesting actually," the lilting voice continued, "It's a painless process where we provide nutrients to a piece of a donor plant that has some desirable trait and incorporate it into our physiology"

The florete in her lap was swaying slightly, and Ana raised her arm gently to flourish a new bit of growth amongst her vines.

Through the haze, seven could just slightly see her mistress swaying a bit of her arm in her gaze. Her eyes lost focus, and just before her lids slid shut, She saw a small, deep red fruit bloom from the wrist in front of her. The exact kind of apple she had just finished eating.

Now the only thing that remained for Seven were her owner's words.

"It's especially interesting to note, that some grafted species, especially fruits, are very effective hosts for incredibly potent Class-Z's"

The pet squirmed weakly. Her thoughts were distant now, only barely hanging on to consciousness.

"Night, Night, Snow-Drop"