#and in all my relationships apart from my mother and like teachers. this has been more of a hindrance than a help. but with this friend

[guayabaenjoyer3000]

my mom and i have been talking lately abt how J persona is such a massive narcissist and she asked "am I a narcissist?" (bc ofc j person accuses her of being a horrible person all the time) and i told her, of course not. But lately i have been noticing things and im like... you're not a narcissist but there's something going on there...

[lunarfleur]

Sure! I don't mind requesting something new! So you write somewhere in your works how Miles 42 and reader met through location, "whether it be going to the same school or living in the same building or whatever"

I wanna' see a fanfic in Miles pov how he and reader met and how their relationship developed throughout the process! I wanna' know if he's going to make a move in interacting with reader or such. :))

Mr. Tambourine Man ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

A/N: Many people will tell you this song is about a drug dealer. I, however, have always taken Mr. Tambourine Man as an analogy for youth. Take this as you will.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu

This is x fem! Reader

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Growing up, Miles had always been the dull kid in the corner of the classroom. It was his nature.

He didn’t really remember his dad’s death, but there was always a sort of emptiness in the Morales apartment that never got filled. The emptiness has always been there, in his home and in his mother.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

On the late nights, he hears his mother sitting in the living room all by herself lonesome. She sits on the couch, in the same spot she has been all these years; next to the spot his father would have taken up.

He can imagine it: his mother curled up under a blanket, her husband’s arm resting over her shoulders. He’d kiss her head and the spot behind her ear. She’d pretend to pay no mind and act as if he doesn’t still make her giddy like he did back when they were young.

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.

But his father was not there. The late Jeff Morales did not get to stay up with his wife, watching the television as their child sleeps. He was dead, but it sometimes felt like his ghost was haunting the city. He’s gone, but it’s like he’s still there.

As he grew up, Miles did not get the joy his classmates did. He watched his mother work like a dog to support the two of them. He spent many nights alone, waiting for her to come home.

It was sad. Miles was sad.

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet.

I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

So here he sits, in the corner of his studio art class, his last period of the day. Miles is behind an easel, dried paint covering his hands and table. There was music playing in his headphones, but he wasn’t really listening. It was to block out the other noises.

The door opens, and in walks a girl he’s never seen. It was an odd feeling, at first, a shred of nervousness he didn’t quite understand.

He looked around the room, at all the other students and seats, only to realize the one next to him was the only one open. Perfect.

She talks to the teacher, nothing he can hear, snd watches as she slowly makes her way over to the spot next to him. Miles turns away, picking up his paint brush to avoid and other contact.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

Unfortunately for him, Miles looks unapproachable. He looks like he should be friendly and open. He’s got those big, brown, shiny doe eyes and dimples. His face is dusted with freckles. His lips are big and plush. His nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, blending together nicely with every other feature.

However, people avoid him. He’s quiet and keeps to himself. Miles is sort of a mystery, someone people don’t know much about. He’s got eye bags and an RBF, so people leave him alone. Sometimes it seems as if he’s invisible.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.

My senses have been stripped.

The girl sits down, taking out her supplies as she was most likely directed. Tense hands moved shakily. Her breaths were harsh. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly against her forehead. She was nervous.

With a skip of his heart, Miles clears his throat. Her head snaps over quickly, eyes wide with anxiety as he stared her down.

My hands can't feel to grip.

My toes too numb to step.

“Uh..I’m Miles.”

She hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek before nodding.

“Y/N.”

Miles doesn’t look away. Y/N peeks over at his canvas. Her lips curve down into a smile, any trace of her previous fear gone. Her lips pressed together tightly, eyebrows raising. No tension, no anxiety.

“You’re really talented.”

“…Thanks.”

Her smile did not falter. She looked at him for a moment, and that one moment felt like an eternity.

Her nose, cheeks, and lips were a blend of heaven sitting on her face. Her hair was smooth and clean. Miles swore her eyes looked like stars.

Y/N was definitely beautiful.

Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade.

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

“What, uh,” Miles spoke again, “what class was you coming from?”

He watched as Y/N fumbled with her schedule, a blue piece of paper crumpling in her hands.

“I have Spanish II, but I was in the office.”

Miles nodded, a small simper forming across his lips.

“I’m in there, too.”

Y/N grinned at him, eyes squinting slightly. It was almost bright.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone.

It's just escaping on the run.

“I’ll walk with you, tomorrow?”

It came out as a question, and Miles would be lying if he said that didn’t surprise him. There was a fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach that, for a second, made him question if he was getting sick.

Y/N chuckled, a simple melody that sent flowers blooming across his skin. It felt like goosebumps, but much more intense. The sensation matched that of bathing in the sun.

“I’d like that.”

And but for the sky there are no fences facing.

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time

Y/N glanced over to a small group of kids sitting diagonally from them. They were watching intently, eyes wide with curiosity. As quickly as it came, Miles’s almost cheerful expression fell back into place. The corners of his lips dropped, so did his eyebrows. In less than a moment, he was tense once more.

It's just a ragged clown behind.

I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.

They turned away awkwardly, returning to their projects. Y/N sucked in a breath. There was tension within her chest. It was a sudden, sharp sensation in his fingertips.

“So did you just move here?”

Y/N smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, from New Jersey.”

Miles nodded along intently.

“How come?”

“Family.”

Questions and answers came as the two packed up their things.

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time

The loud and obnoxious bell rang, and every other student in the class shoved past one another to get out of the room.

Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.

They walked down the hallways together slowly. For the first time, he felt as if he could ask questions. For the first time, someone answered. She answered.

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

“So, what’s Jersey like?”

“Well, it’s fun. The food is great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Miles snickered.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free.

“Do you like New York?”

“I’m…adjusting.”

“Adjusting?”

“It’s easy to get lost, here.”

Smiling shyly, Y/N pressed her lips together firmly. Miles could almost feel the heat of embarrassment coming from off her face.

“You just need someone to show you around. It gets easy, after all while.”

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.

“What’s there to show?”

Miles smiled, looking at the girl next to him as they stepped down the front steps of Visions Academy.

“The sky.”

There was a sudden melancholy feeling that ran down Miles’s spine. It was the same feeling he’d felt on those late nights, waiting for his mother to come home.

Miles did not remember his dad’s death. He didn’t remember the funeral. He just remembered the day the apartment felt less like home.

With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.

“It’s the same sky as the one in New Jersey.”

“Different view.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

“You’ll show me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you.”

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

“Good.”

“I’ll show you my mural, too.”

“Mural?”

“For my dad.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

Miles nodded, smiling. She nodded back, humming in reply.

Miles had always been so much like his father. The same smile, the same attitude, the same wit.

Y/N looked at Miles curiously, and Miles became painfully aware of that fact. Birds sung in his lungs and trees grew in his mind. Fresh air.

“Let’s go, Miles. I’m expecting a tour.”

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

[flowerandblood]

Just this one time (Oneshot)

[modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

[warnings: sex content, smut, sexwork, anxiety, fluff]

[description: The girl is forced by her life situation to set up a profile on a portal, that is used by sex workers to attract clients. One of them, a young, enigmatic man, wants more than her pictures (Anon Request). Complexes, smut, anxiety, fluff.]

This story has a continuation in another Oneshot (Just one more time), but it can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She had never been so distraught in her life as that evening, when her mother called her to say that their father was in the hospital. Like every week, he went out to drink with friends and play cards. On his way home he didn't look at the road and was hit by a car. He had to undergo surgery which he fortunately survived, his prognosis was good.

The nightmare began when the hospital realized what neither she nor her mother knew - that her father had been unemployed for several months and was not covered by health insurance. Her mother called her crying, saying that such a gigantic sum was beyond her financial means. She worked as a school teacher and tutored. She asked her if she had any savings.

She worked part-time in a bookstore and while she was studying, paying for her room and food, she had little money. She had just gotten paid and had given her mother everything she had. Not only was it not enough, but she had no idea how she was going to make it through her paycheck and pay all the bills. She cried all night that day and didn't sleep a wink.

The next day she spent all her classes thinking hard about what to do. She called her boss, but he told her that even if he wanted to, he couldn't suddenly hire her full-time. He could have paid her a week's wages sooner, but it wouldn't have changed much. She needed a large cash injection quickly. During one of the lectures she suddenly glanced at one of the girls in her year and froze.

She once heard her talk about a website where she sold her photos and videos. She dated rich men on cams, sent them her clothes and panties, and even arranged for them to have sex in her apartment.

She said it wasn't so bad at all, she had a lot of money quickly and she didn't worry about anything. She cared about her anonymity and carefully selected her clients.

She covered her face with her hands, terrified of what she was thinking. She had had sex with her previous boyfriends, but it was always in a relationship, never with a complete stranger, and never for money. When it came to pay that meant she had to satisfy someone, be someone's product to be happy with. She dismissed the thought, knowing she couldn't do it.

When she got home she involuntarily looked at the portal that the girl was talking about. She couldn't see anything without registering.

She sighed heavily, squeezing her eyes shut, not believing what she was doing. A large window opened for her. She was surprised at how many questions she had to answer.

Is she an adult? What nickname does she want? How old is she? What interests her? What is her hobby - sweet photos, videos, maybe meetings or video chat? What kind of men or women, and in what age range, did she want to meet on the portal? What prices for what services?

Once in a while she'd get up from her laptop, pacing the room with her hands on her cheeks, wondering if it was safe, and what if anyone found out. She'd probably die of embarrassment, but each time she sat back down and went back to writing.

No videos. No webcams. No meetings. Just pictures, sweet, innocent, maybe in a light negligee. Men aged 20-35. She didn't want any old, disgusting guys looking at her.

She clicked "register" and her account appeared in front of her on the portal. She could now add more details about herself, what she does, what she likes and dislikes.

She wrote down a few things, including her interests. All that's left to do was post the photos. She sighed softly, went on Pinterest and started looking for aesthetic inspiration. She wasn't going to make pornography out of herself.

She saw plenty of girls with shirts unbuttoned that were too big or in huge sweaters that uncovered their shoulders, in long socks to the middle of the thighs or in delicate, subtle underwear.

It wasn't too bad, she decided, because there was a charm to it and she could crop out the photo, so her face wouldn't be visible. Her whole apartment was decorated by her in a vintage style that she loved and the decor was perfect for the scenery for such photos.

She sighed heavily and looked into her closet. She put on her warm, light wool socks to the middle of her thighs, a soft cream sweater that reached her buttocks, and delicate panties. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so her breasts were slightly visible.

She thought she looked cute. She let down her long, slightly wavy hair and sat on the floor in front of her large mirror. Behind her was her beautiful bed and a lovely white chest of drawers, a soft white rug underneath.

She made herself comfortable, leaning back against the bed, her legs bent at the knees in front of her covering what was between her thighs. She held the phone up so that it covered her face and took a picture.

She cropped it, added a filter to increase the saturation and make the whole thing a little more pastel, and it was ready. She looked again to see if there were any photos or other objects in the photo that might have identified her, but she couldn't find anything. She took a few more photos in similar outfits, uploaded them to her laptop and added them with a heavy heart, setting one of them as her profile picture.

She also fixed the price for taking pictures on request. She pointed out that there is no nudity or strange positions involved. She thought she was so demanding and restrictive that no one would want anything from her anyway. Tired and discouraged by what she had done, she simply went to sleep.

She woke up in the morning, rubbed her eyes and got up to drink water. She sat down with her glass and opened her laptop, wanting to see if anything had happened to her account. She almost choked when she saw that she had thirty new notifications. She was terrified and for a moment afraid to click on it. She finally did and started reading.

Several men paid her fixed sum for similar photos she posted. They wrote that she is gorgeous, that they would like a photo of her lying down and wearing different clothes, but leave it to her how she will solve it. She swallowed loudly as she saw several messages suggesting meeting up for sex, sending someone her socks or underwear. She paused on the last message and for a moment thought she had imagined it.

Someone had sent her more than she agreed for a single photo. He was the only one who wrote nothing. She clicked on his account out of curiosity. His profile picture was a black square. All it said was 25 years old, male. In the place where you could insert your short description it said: "Don't write to me."

She blinked, wondering what that was supposed to mean, and whether it meant that the women he orders from wouldn't write to him. She wanted to do it to tell him that he had transferred too much money to her, but she assumed that if he wrote that, then maybe he did it intentionally.

As soon as she got home after class she began to think about how to dress for the new photos. For the men who sent her the amount she asked for she wore a long T-shirt, also without a bra, the same long socks and underwear. This time she lay down on the carpet, lifted her calves slightly while lying on her stomach. She covered her face with her phone again as she took the picture.

She thought that she would come up with something special for the man who paid her more. She took her thin, translucent white robe and tied it around her waist, so that her shoulders were bare. Her legs were bare too.

She took the flowers she had bought that day in one hand, so that they covered her breasts. When she checked herself in the camera, she thought that she looked like some sensual, baroque painting. She took a photo, applied the same filters as before, and sent him the photo first.

Then she changed into normal clothes and started writing one of the essays. She felt terrible, but at the same time felt some kind of relief when she saw that the money had actually flowed into her account. She figured a few weeks and she'd be able to get the rest of the money she needed.

She saw that a dot had appeared on the app card, indicating that there was a new notification. She clicked there curiously, unfolded the list, and froze.

The man who paid more for her picture ordered another one, paying three times as much as before. Again, he didn't write anything to her. No additional requirements.

She pursed her lips as she felt her heart pounding. She thought he must be a very rich, bored young man. Or one that has no success with women. She had to appreciate that he wasn't asking her to do any perverted things.

She decided that since he was paying her so much, she had to make an effort. She might not have to take pictures for anyone else, and his assignments alone would do the trick. She pondered for half an hour what to do. She grabbed the fabric of the same bathrobe, putting it on similarly.

Now she held a beautiful ornate fan in her hand, beads of sweat adorned her bare arms becasue it was hot outside. She thought she'd zoom in on them, capturing her bare arms, the slightly exposed portion of her breast, her hand with the fan, and the portion of her mouth with her dark hair falling behind her.

After applying filters, she thought that there is sensuality, lightness and promise in this photo. If she were a man, she would like to receive such photos from her woman herself. She uploaded the photo to her laptop and sent it to him. She was very curious to see if he would like it.

She jumped in seat when she saw a message from him fifteen minutes later.

Abyss: "You surprise me."

She blinked at the screen in disbelief. She thought he never texted anyone. Apparently, that didn't work when he was talking to someone himself. For a moment she didn't know what to do. He fell from the sky and she couldn't lose him.

Ophelia: "I hope that's a compliment."

She replied briefly. No cute emoticons, no subtext, no familiarity. He didn't reply for a moment, and she wondered if she should add anything. She shuddered, when she suddenly got a notification that she had received a reply from him.

Abyss: "Why are you doing this? Pictures, I mean."

His question chilled her. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding. What was she supposed to write to him? Even if she told him the truth, would he believe her?

There must have been plenty of girls who wrote, that they needed money because of an emergency, not because that was how they made a living. However, she decided that his money was saving her skin and he deserved her to tell him the truth.

Ophelia: "My father had no insurance at the time he had the accident. Neither my mother nor I knew he had lost his job. I work part-time, but it's not enough. And here I am."

She read her answer a few more times and, with a trembling hand, clicked "send". She felt like she was using him. As if they objectified each other. She pursed her lips at the thought. She drew in a quick breath when he texted back after a few minutes.

Abyss: Will he make it?

For some reason, she smiled at the screen. She knew she couldn't allow anyone to talk too privately and imagine who knows what, but she found his concern and manner to be matter-of-fact and kind. She appreciated it, and she tought that she kind of needed it right now.

Ophelia: Yes, thank you, it's very kind of you to ask.

Just a few minutes later, another message arrived.

Abyss: How far are you from the full sum?

She swallowed hard, feeling the cold sweat on her body. For some reason she felt insecure and trapped. She finally wrote him the exact number without adding anything else.

Abyss: I'll pay the full amount if you agree to go to bed with me. On your terms.

She looked at his message and after a while she started to cry. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head, wondering what she was doing.

She felt it was all wrong, terrible, that she didn't want to do it. On the other hand, she told herself that just this once would be enough, that it would be over and she wouldn't have to do anything else.

Just this one time.

She sobbed loudly, texting him back that she agreed.

She wanted him to come to her right away the next day. She couldn't mentally take it any longer, she wanted it to be over. She thought that no matter what he looked like she would be nice to him and just give him what he wanted.

She put on a dress with tiny yellow flowers that fastened at the front, so that it was easy to take off. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath.

She didn't see the point in it.

She hid a condom in one of the pockets - she wasn't going to catch anything from him. She was taking birth control pills, but preferred extra protection.

She hasn't eaten anything since morning. She was sick and pale. She took a shower, sprayed on her perfume, dried and combed her long hair. She hid in her apartment all the photos and objects that could reveal her name, as well as those of her family and friends.

She heard a soft knock on her door two minutes before the appointed time. She tried to control the shaking of her body and the fear she felt. She walked over to the door, rested her forehead against it, and exhaled softly, opening the lock. She opened it and froze.

This was not how she imagined him.

He was smoking a cigarette in the stairwell, measuring her up and down. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black pants and a black leather jacket. His blond hair was partly tied back, and he looked like a pirate with an eyepatch. She saw a long scar running down his left cheek. She wondered if the lack of an eye was the reason he preferred this way of getting close to women.

Despite the scars, she thought he was a very handsome, athletic man. He raised an eyebrow, and she remembered who she was and what she was supposed to do. She stepped aside quickly, opening the door with a crack, inviting him inside. He walked in unhurriedly, as if entering a friend's apartment.

He took off his shoes while continuing to smoke. He went deeper into the apartment, as if to check that there were no third parties, and that nothing suspicious was going on. He stubbed out his cigarette in her sink.

He glanced at her finally, his face stony, his gaze intense. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding wildly, her legs trembling slightly. They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Will you drink something?" She asked softly, her voice trembling. His gaze softened at the sound of her voice.

"Water, thank you." He spoke calmly, his voice low and sonorous, almost purring. She felt shivers go through her.

She nodded and, without looking at him, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a clean glass and poured water into it. She handed it to him, then took a few sips from her own glass, feeling her throat go dry.

He put down his half-empty glass with a loud clatter, and looked at her meaningfully, leaning against the doorframe. She swallowed hard and set her cup down as well. She smiled warmly at him and walked past him, glancing at him, nodding for him to follow her.

They went into the room where her bed stood. The man looked around, his attention drawn to the books on her shelf. He took out some of them, looked through them, and put them back. She looked at him and wondered if she should start a conversation with him. He didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to talk about nothing, she decided.

"Here?" He asked dispassionately, and she shivered. She felt herself blush with embarrassment. She was terrified.

"Yes." She said softly, lowering her lashes. He looked at her over his shoulder.

"Is this your first time?" He asked uncertainly.

She swallowed hard and shook her head.

"Good." He said calmly and took off his leather jacket, placing it gently on the bed.

He finally sat on it, leaning forward slightly, his elbows on his thighs. He looked at her intensely, his gaze roaming her body from top to bottom. She lowered her lashes, feeling his gaze burn her.

"I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid. Do it as you see fit." He said low, looking at her calmly, his gaze black. She felt subcutaneously that he wanted her and was surprised to find, that it did not repulse her.

Maybe it was because he hadn't groped her since he walked in and let her decide what it would look like.

She approached him slowly, her legs as soft as gummies. She pursed her lips, swallowing softly.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly, her face red with shame.

He grunted in acknowledgment and removed his hands, straightening up a bit as he looked at her searchingly. She straddled him, her whole body trembling. He placed his large hand on her back and stroked it steadily, their faces inches apart.

"Easy. Take your time." He spoke softly. She nodded and smiled gratefully at him. She saw his mouth part slightly at the sight, and he swallowed hard himself. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. She raised a hand tentatively, her fingertips close to his scarred cheek.

"Can I touch you here?" She asked softly, almost in a whisper. He just nodded his head, looking away.

Her fingers traced lightly over his skin, exploring the slight indentations where there must once have been deep wounds. She wondered if those scars were the reason for his complexes and hiding on this portal. Looking at him closely, she thought that he had an incredibly beautiful, interesting face.

He closed his eye, feeling her touch. The tips of her fingers traced further, touching his chin, cheek, mouth. She felt a shiver run through him at her touch. He finally pressed his cheek against the inside of her hand, kissing her skin gently. There was something touching about the gesture, some acknowledgment that he wanted to show her respect.

She finally took his face in both her hands and leaned over him. Her lips brushed his invitingly, gently, teasing him slightly. She heard him exhale softly, his hand tightening on the fabric of her dress. His lips parted invitingly.

She caressed his lips with hers, sucking them gently, running her wet, fleshy skin over them. He moaned softly, and she shivered at the sound. Startled, she found herself getting wetter between her thighs, her nipples hardened and showing through the fabric of her dress.

He smelled of cigarettes and strong perfume, his scent made her head spin. She shivered as she felt him return her kisses timidly, his other hand grabbing her cheek gently, pulling her closer. They began to caress and suck each other's lips, tilting their heads alternately with the wet, sticky sound of their saliva, panting into each other's mouths.

Her hand slid into his soft hair, massaging his neck, and he grunted in delight. He continued to kiss her, his lips pressing greedily against hers, demanding more. She involuntarily moved closer to him. They both moaned into each other's mouths as she brushed against his hard manhood, throbbing in his pants.

"Fuck." He whispered into her mouth, his hand from her back slid down to her buttocks. He looked at her in shock when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. They both moaned helplessly as his large hand squeezed her firm skin, forcing her to speed up.

She didn't know what was happening to her, but she was full of lust and arousal. She thought with surprise that she wanted this. She leaned over him, pressing his face to hers, her tongue timidly passing over his lips.

He sighed loudly in surprise, his tongue coming out to meet hers. They were both panting, teasing the tips of their tongues and licking like two kittens. His hips pressed against the space between her thighs, making her moan softly.

Her hands went to the buttons of her dress. She began to undo them slowly from the top, their tongues dancing with each other with a wet, sticky sound. He gave her a blurry look as he saw her slip her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him.

He stared at her chest with awe and wonder. He pressed his face to the space between her breasts, kissing her top to bottom. His caresses made her feel her insides clench around nothing, her wetness running in thin rivulets down her thighs, her hips rubbing against him. She could feel him completely hard now, throbbing intensely beneath her.

A loud, unexpected moan escaped her lips as he took one of her breasts in his hand and began sucking on her nipple. She pressed his face to her chest, his hand tightening on her buttock, forcing her to speed up. They were both panting loudly, his tongue teasing and licking each of her nipples in turn.

"Feels good?" He asked in delight, his voice trembling slightly. She swallowed hard at his question.

"Y-yes, God, it feels so good" She mumbled, her hands fisted in his hair, pressing him against her breasts.

She quickly slid them down to his pants and began undoing his belt. He moved away from her and leaned back, giving her better access, helping her by undoing his button and fly. She started to reach into her pocket for a condom, but he pulled out his own, putting it on quickly and nimbly.

She rose quickly, panting softly, and pressed her forehead against his, lowering herself slightly. When she felt his tip inside her, they both moaned loudly into each other's mouths. She began to tease him by falling lightly on top of him and rising again, not pushing him inside. He writhed beneath her, thirsty and desperate.

They both leaned back and were speechless as they felt him enter her. He was so big that he barely fit in. She began to slowly ride him, panting loudly, pushing him deeper and deeper into herself. He leaned back slightly, holding her ass with one hand, staring at her helplessly, panting with her, his thighs responding to her every move with a thrust.

"You're so big." She sobbed in pleasure, pushing him all the way in, and he moaned loudly as he felt it. She leaned against his shoulders and sped up, rubbing against him where she felt the greatest pleasure, her walls pressing greedily against his cock, making him barely able to breathe.

"Fuck, you're so tight" He gasped, moving faster and more aggressively inside her, and she moaned loudly at his every move.

He finally grabbed her buttocks and turned her suddenly on her back, spreading her thighs in front of him and began to fuck her quickly and brutally, his thighs slapping again and again with a wet, sticky sound against her buttocks.

She moaned loudly, leaning back, she had never had sex with someone this intense before, beads of sweat streaming down her body, her hips responding to his every thrust. She sobbed helplessly as she felt his thumb on her clit, massaging it in a circular, intense motion, making the tension inside her unbearable.

"So wet for me. Do you like it when I touch you like that? Shall I stop?" He purred in delight, his voice trembling slightly, she felt that they were both on the verge of orgasm.

Her hands clenched the sheets around her head, her hips responding greedily to his loud, wet thrusts, filling her to the brim, rubbing where she needed it.

"No, please, touch me, touch me there" She sobbed helplessly, spreading her thighs wider for him, her nipples sticking out, hard with desire.

He moaned low hearing her words. His thumb began to caress her more intensely, pumping his cock hard into her with the wet sounds of their shared fluids trickling down their thighs. She leaned back heavily, her lips parted in pleasure.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come, please, please, please!" She sputtered, moaning loudly. She bent back suddenly, her body went through a wave of hot pleasure, moaned loudly and helplessly, she had never experienced such an orgasm before.

She felt his body begin to tremble, her insides pressing against him in waves, wanting to hold him in, he began to moan loudly along with her.

"Fuck, God, yes" He gasped, coming hard inside her, thrusting into her all the time, unable to stop.

They writhed under each other, breathing heavily, their bodies refusing to let go, clenching on each other. He stared at her half-consciously, beads of his sweat running down his shirt, his hair stuck to his face, his mouth parted. They both looked at each other as if they couldn't believe that this really happened between them.

He swallowed hard and slid out of her as if suddenly remembering who he was. She clenched her thighs, feeling suddenly empty, covering herself with her dress, trembling all over. He slid off the condom, tied it, and laid it on the floor, not knowing what to do with it.

He zipped up his pants as he got out of bed, still breathing fast. He cleared his throat without looking at her, fumbled for something in his trouser pocket. He took out a wad of bills and placed them on her nightstand.

"That's the amount we agreed on." He said lightly, his voice breaking as he said the words.

She shivered all over, feeling the cold fast on her body. She covered her mouth with her hand as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She finally hid her face from him and nodded.

"T-thank you." She said in a shaky voice and drew in a quick breath as she felt her body convulse. She thought he'd just leave, but she heard he didn't move.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly. She looked at him shocked and shook her head, continuing to cry as she buttoned her dress. She felt lonely, dirty, worn out, unowned.

"Don't mind me, forgive me for my behavior." She said quickly, not looking at him, trying to calm her trembling breath. She wiped her wet nose from crying. He was silent for a moment.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked quietly.

She was silent for a moment. Desperately, she shook her head. She heard him swallow hard.

"What do you need?" He asked gently.

She opened her mouth, not believing she meant to say it.

"For you to hug me." She whispered, clenching herself, trembling all over.

She drew in another sharp breath as she heard him return to her bed. She felt his weight against her, saw his black T-shirt and pants, smelled his scent again.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She snuggled into him like a teddy bear, burying her head into his chest. His hand tangled in her hair, the other caressing her back. She felt his heart pounding. She slowly began to calm down.

She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her hair tenderly. She thought that she could fall asleep in the arms of this man, that she didn't even know. She cleared her throat quietly.

"T-thank you, I'm better now. I won't hold you back any longer." She whispered, but he only grunted at her words and kissed her hair again.

"Hold me for as long as you want."

_____

Oneshot written as Anon Request. I had a lot of fun writing this and I really like the end result. Let me know what you think. 💖

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march fic recs

✦ dividers by @gigittamic, @cafekitsune, @plutism ✦

ᓭི༏ᓯྀ hi everyone!! i've read so many great fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of march!! ᓭི༏ᓯྀ

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call of duty

simon riley

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 embrace by @the-froschamethyst4 husband!ghost x wife!reader | fluff, language, kissing, married couple, children, more use of simon than ghost, protective simon, a worried and caring mother

-y/n and simon’s daughter luna is having a hard time being able to see, in school her teacher notices a few signs and has a talk with the parents to discuss about possible glasses for the child

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 love is not enough by @cntloup simon riley x fem!reader | angst, smut, sex against the wall 18+ MDNI

-“simon, dinner is ready.” you call out, voice flat and emotionless, knowing full well that the food is going to get cold and possibly thrown away.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 simon headcannons by @gaysindistress simone riley x reader

-things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with simon riley.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 simon fic by @peppermint-toads simone riley x reader | smut

-simon had finally, finally left you the fuck alone.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 simone mini fic by @oceantornadoo protective ex-husband!simon x reader | implied violence/break-in

-your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 ex-husband simon by @shotmrmiller simon riley x reader | 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

-simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

f1

carlos sainz

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 i would love you either way by @sunny44 carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader | pregnancy talk, infertility etc���

-carlos notices that you’ve been acting weird and he decides to ask you why.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 lolita by @cherry-leclerc carlos sainz x reader | age gap (10 years), porn with plot, affairs, forbidden romance, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, tragedy, erotic literature, 18+... sexual tension, penetrative sex, dry humping, riding, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), semi - public sex, deepthroating, praise, fingering, handjobs, lots of dirty foreplay, slapping (like once AH), a bit of edging, overstimulation, a bit of crying, sucking on fingers, squirting

-you were young, alluring, floating through a disastrous life with the touch of a thousand angels. carlos was successful, irresistible and someone who often kept a distance from catastrophe. never in a million years did he think he would have a complete moment of weakness…especially the week of his wedding. 

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 overprotective dad by @ccsainzleclerc5516 carlos sainz x reader

-girl dad carlos series continues

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 two different kinds of love by ^ carlos sainz x reader | girl dad! carlos

-bea series (girl dad carlos)

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 carlos sainz being a simp for you by @itaipava carlos sainz x reader

-he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 carlos sainz falling in love with you by ^ carlos sainz x reader

-carlos always thought you were beautiful, but he truly fell in love with the beauty inside you

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 soft moments with carlos sainz by ^ carlos sainz x reader

-doing skincare and taking care of yourselves on a free day

oscar piastri

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 let's have a baby, baby by @norrizzandpia oscar piastri x reader | sexual conversations, language, oscar has no filter at all, an extremely graphic and sexual conversation that has zak traumatized (pray for him), tooth rotting fluff

-there is nothing oscar wants more than for y/n to get pregnant with his kid, and everyone knows it.

harry styles

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 breastfeeding in public by @hazslover harry styles x reader | breasting mention, fluff

-‘honey.. she needs feeding’ you scratch the back of his neck to grab his attention. he turns to look at you.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 inside y/n l/n’s bag | vogue by @lovecanyon dad!harry styles x reader | fluff, mom!reader

-“hi vogue i am y/n l/n and this is what’s in my bag.”

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 squishy little marshmallow by @finelinevogue harry styles x reader

-pure lover vibes

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 the one where harry goes on a hike with his kids by @alittletaste dad! harry styles x reader

-harry looked like a proper dad. his cheeks had a few days old stubble on them, his eyes were clouded with sleep but you could see the absolute adoration in them and he was also supporting some eye bags from the lack of sleep.

dune

paul atreides

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 the death of a star by @nonpoppin paul atreides x reader | cheating! not the sexual kind but the emotional kind! toxic marriage, sorta dark paul, almost sexual cheating, talks of bastards, child birth, violence, arranged marriage, pussy eating, fingering, pinv sex, creaming, use of the voice. talks of baby making and brief pregnancy mention.

-paul thought he could never love you but when a star starts to die, it sucks everything in and in your death, your rebirth, he learns he can.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 little cakes by ^ paul atreides x reader | this is a SMUT! 18+ only, please!! Nothing too bad outside of that though. Oral (f.receiving), mentions(?) of voyeurism, heavy petting and Paul being a simp

-you panic as your wedding date draws near and a trip to a famous sex planet doesn't help with these growing emotions. thankfully, Paul is there to distract you.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 big mistakes by ^ paul atreides x reader | THIS IS SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!! male masterbation, oral (f.receiving), thigh job, outer course (?), overstimulation, squirting, Paul is his own warning;little menace, 7k

-society is so mean to girls who want the same things as boys. a whole lot of catching up on missed time and paul putting his foot in his mouth.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 do you believe in us? by @murdrdocs paul atreides x reader | STEPCEST, SMUT MDNI 18+, fem!reader, oral (f receiving), childhood best friends to stepsiblings, instigator paul, appearances by lady jessica, duke leto, and duncan idaho, sparring, sneaking around, 5.3k+

-from a young age, you and PAUL ATREIDES believe you belonged to the other, and foolishly thought you could one day marry. not even an unlikely marriage between your parents will diminish those beliefs.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 when paul has a bad vision by @dropitpunk paul atreides x reader | hurt/comfort kinda, kissing, sweet and short

-distraught mumbling in your right ear woke you from your slumber. paul was shaking beside you again, whispering senseless words into the air.

marvel

natasha romanoff

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 her idiot by @marvelfilth natasha romanoff x f!reader

-your night out with thor and valkyrie leaves natasha worried unimpressed.

wanda maximoff

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 another new addition by @five-bi-five-mind wanda maximoff x fem!reader | fluff, smut, 5.6k+, lots of pregnancy talk; pregnancy sex I guess? bathtub sex, clit play, nipple play, top!Wanda but she's topping from the bottom lol, bottom!r, strap-on (r receiving); enchanted strap, cum-filled strap, strap riding, thigh riding, aftercare

-it finally happened, you were pregnant and growing your family that you now shared with wanda. however, pregnancy was a little rough on you. wanting to take care of you, and also absolutely adoring the way you were glowing from being pregnant with her child, wanda had a plan. she was going to pamper you all night long.

miguel o'hara

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 aftercare by @luveline miguel o'hara x fem!reader | suggestive content mdni, 1k

-“you’re doing that thing,”

woso

alexia putellas

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 the view between villages by @samkerrworshipper alexia putellas x reader | horrificically brain numbing angst

-all alexia can focus on his the sound of the indicator of the van that she’s in.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 embarassing by @wosoreading alexia putellas x reader

-you and alexia take advantage of the opportunity to be typical embarrassing moms.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 sisters and crushes by @sunnyaelia alexia putellas x reader | no angst in here just pure fluff and Alexia being a bit jealous

-alexia has been crushing on you from the first moment on - she refuses to ask you out though, not wanting to mess with the team dynamic. to get things going her sister alba decides to flirt with you, eliciting the exact response from alexia that she had expected

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 love or game by ^ alexia putellas x reader | small mention of blood and wounds, nothing horrible though 

-you get hurt right before an important game of alexia’s and decide not to tell her - she’s really unhappy with you when she finds out 

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 hickey's and concealer by ^ alexia putellas x reader | quite suggestive at one point and alexia lowkey being toxic

-“if you keep covering those marks up i’m gonna have to add something more obvious” 

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 hip thrusts by ^ alexia putellas x reader | fluff, very suggestive

-alexia doing hip thrusts with you as the weight to show you that you’re definitely not too heavy to sit on her lap because you’re a bit insecure about it and then it gets dirty

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 i love you by @ale-wosofan alexia putellas x reader

-reader realizes she’s in love with her girlfriend

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 miscommunications + conversations by @girlgenius1111 alexia putellas x reader | angst, fluff

-alexia has practically stopped speaking in the wake of her second surgery. it's stressing you out, but you don't quite know how to tell her. she gets it out of you anyway.

ingrid egen, mapi leon

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 targeted by @mapiforpresident ingrid egen x mapi leon x reader | mentions of ankle injury

-tackle after tackle was aimed at you throughout the game. the other team clearly targeting you.

leah williamson x reader

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 just as bad as each other by @inuyashaluver leah williamson x reader | swearing, mentions of arguing and injury

-in which you and your best friend are just as bad as each other, from your stubbornness, all the way to your infatuation for one another

alessia russo

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 you're beautiful by @inuyashaluver alessia russo x reader | elf loathing, insecurity, tears, slightly angsty?

-in which your girlfriend wishes you could see yourself the way she does

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 savior by ^ alessia russo x reader | swearing

-in which your girlfriend forgets everything, good thing you’re at home due to injury and being able to read her mind

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 newlyweds by @p0orbaby alessia russo x reader | SMUT 18+, public setting, fingering (r receiving), dom!alessia?

-better add getting married to the list of aphrodisiacs

bridgeton

anthony bridgerton

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 my miracle by @ladysharmaa anthony bridgerton x reader | mentions of death

-anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

marauders era

sirius black

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 september fifth, nineteen seventy-eight. by @quackitingg. sirius black x gryffindor!reader | angst, hurt/no comfort, happy end???

-on the fifth of september, nineteen hundred and eight, sirius black receives news that his girlfriend had been one of the victims of the death eaters. however, a few years later, while he was fighting for his godson's safety, when he crossed the veil, he finally managed to find her again and, finally, live by her side.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 blurb by @moonstruckme sirius black x fem!reader | fluff

-straddled in a playfully agressive manner by sirius black

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 meanbf!sirius by @sleyu sirius black x reader | smut

-meanbf!sirius <3 visits you at work only to fuck you in the staff bathroom <3 speaks to you in french while you fuck because he knows you won’t understand what he’s saying and it makes you teary eyed.

james potter

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 daylight by @pretty-little-mind33 james potter x fem!reader | SMUT, oral sex (m & f receiving/giving), teasing, cursing, mature themes, fingering, talk of sex and orgasms

-when your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust.

wolfstar

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 cute fic pt:1 by @ellecdc  poly!wolfstar x potter!sister!reader | touch starved reader who also happens to be James' sister, it's a secret relationship

-you didn’t even have a right to feel this way right now; this had been your idea.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 cute fic pt:2 by ^ poly!wolfstar x potter!sister!reader

-you & the boys tell james

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 mistake pt:2 by ^ poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | angst, hurt and COMFORT

-remus felt like he’d just been slapped. in fact, he was sure that if he looked in a mirror, he would see a red welt in the shape of your hand across his cheek. read part one here

tom riddle

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 voicemail by @anawritez-posts tom riddle x reader | 18+ only. minors dni, contains dark themes and sexual language so minors pls dni

-y/n tries to escape her controlling obsessed husband, he leaves a disturbing voicemail while she tries to find a way to leave him.

bts

jk

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 12:00 am by @joonberriess jungkook x reader | smut blurb

-best friend!jk hour

peaky blinders

tommy shelby

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 is that how you remember it by @runnning-outof-time tommy shelby x reader | tooth-rotting fluff and one (1) bad word, 2.6k+

-(y/n) finds some discrepancies in the story of how they first met that tommy tells their children…so she decides to give her own rendition of the story.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 to keep you safe by ^ tommy shelby x reader | season 4 spoilers (like right from the jump), language, 1.0k+

-(y/n) and tommy discuss the decision to have her go into hiding while the war with the changrettas rages on.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 little you-s and I-s by @multific tommy shelby x reader | pregnancy mention

-you and tommy deal with the changes that come with your pregnancy.

ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 tommy shelby fic by @little-diable tommy shelby x fem!reader | just nudity, full on fluff and fun

-tommy will always do what his wife asks of him, especially when he needs a few calm moments himself.

[buckrecs]

Single Mom!Reader

masterlist | req masterlist 

bucky with kids🥺

ONESHOT

Feel Like Baking Love by @wehaveabucky-archive

you forget the most important part of your kids birthday party; the cake. but thankfully, a local patissier is more than willing to help you in your hour of need

Marley by @leascorner

Eventually, Bucky gave his deepest secrets away and you let him know yours. Her name was Marley.

Can I call you dad? by @winvterstan

You and Bucky have been dating for eight months. One day your four years old daughter has an interesting request for Bucky.

Who’s That? by @imagineaworlds

A Bucky x single mom reader and the reader brings him to dinner.

good morning by @buckybarnesdiaries

after a mission in Europe, you come back to the Avengers Compound, being received by a lovely surprise.

Playdate by @becca-e-barnes

You’re a single parent to an outgoing little boy called Oliver. On the first day of school he makes a new friend, Thomas Barnes. Both Thomas and his dad Bucky come over for dinner.

incandescent glow by @allyouneedisbuck

bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs. he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you.

Operation Get Mr Bucky and Momma Together by @golden-barnes

Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. (Teacher!Bucky)

goodnight kiss by @alisonsfics

bucky stays over at your place because he’s having work done on his apartment. he gets to hang out with you and your son.

What’s on your back? by @itsbuckysworld

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

Catch Me If You Can by @buckyalpine

Maybe he isn’t so bad.

Disney Princesses and Dog Tags by @buckyalpine

My Mom Thinks You’re Hot by @bluehourbucky

your son tries to set you up with an avenger in a grocery store

apartment 4d by @sunmoonandeddie

There’s nothing Bucky loves more than the widow down the hall and her son.

family additions by @ezm-imagines

reader's daughter calls bucky dad for the first time.

SERIES

The Slip Up by @justkending

After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

Redcove Harvest by @iwillbeinmynest

Farmhand!AU and SingleMom!Reader

The Lucky One by @avengerofyourheart

As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart?

Grant | 2| 3 by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky finds out you have a son from a previous relationship.

Love At First Grade by @buckysimp101

When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.

Part of a Family | 2 by @onceuponastory

After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her.

Blue is for Ben by @writerlyhabits

Bucky has a meet-cute with you as you're waiting for the elevator in his building, and he's instantly captivated by you.. and your son. What lies in store for the super soldier as he falls head over heels for the single mom who lives just down the hall? Or finds himself wanting to hear about four-year-old Ben's day at school…

My Little Hero by @bucky-bear-barnes

Bucky stumbled upon a sweet young girl defending his honor. And finding out that her mom is the lovely single mom he always kind of liked.

From Left Field | 2 | 3 by @ofstarsandvibranium

chubby Bucky falling for a mother.

The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

[buddiebeginz]

WHY DID THEY SHOW EDDIE WATCHING BUCK REPEL DOWN THE CLIFF?! Choices and so early on too 😩

I'm assuming you're talking about this gifset I reblogged. Honestly I think that Eddie was supposed to be queer from the beginning. I know people think Buck was but I'm not sure if that was necessarily the writers intention. It might have been Oliver's intention to play him that way, I can't remember what he said word for word but I think it was something about how he's always seen Buck as bi. But I think in scenes like the season 1 tapeworm episode where Buck seems to bond with the gay couple it's supposed to come off more like Buck is just being his himbo self more than anything else. I mean I do think when we're looking back on the show there are definitely signs of his bisexuality (the tapeworm scene being one) but I don't know that the writers wrote him at the time with that intention.

But I think there's a good possibility that they brought Eddie in always wanting to have him be a character that comes out eventually. I mean look at how we're introduced to Eddie. Then look at how everything with Shannon was handled. They easily could have kept her around longer and turned their relationship into a will they/won't they. They could have made it so we saw how in love with her Eddie has always been but that's not what happened. They let us know right away that the main draw to that relationship for Eddie was familiarity and the fact that Shannon is Chris' mother. These factors have continued to come into play in Eddie's other relationships too. Like with Ana there was a familiarity in that she was Chris' teacher and Eddie was mostly looking for someone to fill the mother figure role for Chris.

While I think that Eddie was always intended to be queer I don't think they wanted him to come out immediately like they did with a character like Michael. I think the plan was to tell his story slowly and have him come out later. The Ana storyline I think was supposed to be the lead in to having Eddie come out. The main reason I believe this (apart from just look at how that storyline was handled) is the person on twitter with inside info to the show said as much.

I also think that around s3 they started to really notice the chemistry between Buck and Eddie and how much people were shipping them because that's when we got scenes like "there's no one in this world I trust with my son more" and "you want to go for the title" and the grocery story fight which totally read like a lovers quarrel. Or how they had Eddie seeing images of Buck flash in his mind when he almost died in the well. Or having Buck scream for Eddie when he almost died in the well.

I think by the time they got to season 4 there were serious discussions about putting Buck and Eddie together. We know from Oliver that the plan was originally to have Buck come out in s4 and presumably Eddie in s5 along with Buddie going canon. But Fox put a stop to that. If you go by what the insider said and by how season 4 was handled especially the shooting (which is incredibly romance coded) there's no way that Buddie wasn't in the plans by this point.

Plus you had Tim leaving around this time likely at least in part because he was frustrated with how Fox was stifling his show. You can also see remnants of where the story was supposed to go in s5. All that stuff with Eddie and Ana and the panic attacks and Buck being worried about him that was definitely supposed to be a part of Eddie's coming out arc I'm positive on that. I also think that Taylor (when she came back in s4) was originally just supposed to be a friend who helped Buck figure things out but instead Fox pushed for her to be a love interest. This would explain Oliver's dislike of the relationship and complete lack of supporting it. Similar to how he's been with B/T.

Anyway sorry I went off on a ramble. I could talk about these guys all day. 😅

Oh and I leave you with this anon Eddie in s3 checking out a hot guy's ass. (and Chimney clocking him doing it😝)

[girlyteengirl18]

let me introduce my oc

drum roll pleaseeeee 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

give it up for soulanna kwandia pines!!!!

things about my oc

Soulanna was born in 1949, her birthday is on March 17, she is 63 years old, she has been married to stanley for 40ish years, her maiden name is Johnson , she is a cosmetologist she does hair and nails and other things, she has the most popular salon in the town of gravity Falls, in fact her salon was a gift for her and stanleys 30th anniversary. (she did in-fact cry, he knew she would love it and the fact that he was getting tired of the towns people coming to his(brothers) home so he got her something in town, she does work at the shack sometimes as Mrs. Mystery.

backstory timeeee

soulanna was born in detroit, MI but moved to Las Vegas when she was 13 with her mother corrina sonja johnson, an African-American woman from Chicago, Illinois and her father, kurtis Lamar johnson an African-American man from detroit,MI. her mother was a outstanding teacher and her father was a maifa man and a great gambler (hence why they moved to vegas) she also has three siblings one older sister one younger brother and another younger sister so she is the middle child. anyway her fav colors are green, and pastel pink, she is heavily inspired fashion wise by artist like Cleo soul, Britney Spears , the spice girls , donna summer and more. two songs to describe her would be 

meeting stanley time😛

Soulanna met Stanley when she was 23 at a party and after some dates they started dating, she never really knew his living situation but she knew of his past as he came undone one night in her apartment after a few months they had been dating (he says that’s when he knew she turned him “into a sap”) about a year into the relationship, she got pregnant, they became homeless and living in a car on the run all in 2 months. they decided to have a shotgun wedding before leaving Las Vegas, they chose to leave the baby (a girl) in front of a children’s home with a locket to remember them by.

Anyway- once the stuff with ford happened and they get settled she decided that she didn't want to just work in the shack with stan (which they had a argument about bc he’s protective of her and doesn’t know the town well enough to want her to work or go anywhere else) but he realizes that he was in the wrong (and she had to cuss his ass out), they did get their baby back (because they couldn’t bare the fact they had to give her up) when she was 7 years old her name is ma’niayh alora pines and in present time (2012) she is in her late 30s/early 40s? and lives in a town over

the end!!

a/n so this is my oc guys i need to make her a real backstory but that’s what i get so far but she is just me fr but bye my loves ❤️

[cyberr-v0id]

I should probably make a proper introduction post so here goes

Hi hey hello wassup sup howdy hola hooray

My name is Leo but I also go by *lists a ton of names because I am genderfluid as hell, can’t choose just one, have a complicated relationship with my irl name, and eventually toss aside every name I go by* here’s the link to my full name post: https://www.tumblr.com/cyberr-v0id/731097944976228352/ok-so-as-i-apparently-use-a-lot-of-names-here-are

My main blog is @cyberr-v0id but I have a ton of side blogs, because who’s gonna stop me, the side blog police? I run a ton of gimmick blogs. You might know them. You might not.

I use he/she/they/fae and occasionally it sets of pronouns, and I am a genderfluid, afab, asexual, lesbian oriented demiromantic. Deal with it or leave :)

I currently have a crush on one of my awesome friends because I only develop crushes on people I have a strong bond with and/or have know for a while . Aka: my friends. It can be low-key awkward but we roll

I am Romani but don’t travel because reasons and I am kinda detached from my culture, but heck if I won’t defend it till my last breath

Now onto what I am interested in ehhehehehe

I AM SO GOSHDARN TOTALLY BRAIN IN THE SAND EYES GOUGED OUT INSANELY OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS RN. ITS A PROBLEM. IT KEEPS COMING BACK. IS THIS A HYPER FIXATION??? IS THIS A SPECIAL INTEREST? I HAVENT BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH (oh wait I should probably put that down as information then come back to my interests)

Ok so, I have never been diagnosed with anything ✨brain wise✨ however pretty much every autistic person I have ever met has said that they think I might be as well, without me even bringing it up, including my AuDHD brother. My mother has said repeatedly throughout my lifetime comments such as ‘are you sure you’re not autistic’ and ‘that is very autistic or you maybe we should get you diagnosed’ but then she denies it if i bring it up

My dad thinks I am adhd, my mum thinks I would be add rather than adhd because I am, to quote, ‘not hyperactive like [brothers name] is’. He is a twelve year old boy. I am a fifteen year old girl. I also take apart all my pens in lessons if I don’t have something less destructible to fidget with. Take that how you will

I personally have done a lot of of research into the both, and feel that I could be either, but slightly more likely adhd

I have a weird issue with my feet where the bones are too close together in places, which means I have really clicky ankle joints, am much more likely to have my ankles roll, twist, or give way, and often my legs hurt pretty bad, and my feet as well, while walking or standing for a long time. But hey! They’re getting better finally :D

OK SO NOW MY INTERESTS

I AM LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS HE IS ALL I HACE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS NOW, I HAVE BEEN HIGHLIGHTING HIS NAME EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN THE ILIAD, I HAVE LISTENED TO THE EPIC MUSICAL EVERY NIGHT FOR OVER A WEEK, AND THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND TIME THIS YEAR THAT MY OBSESSION HAS APPEARED. AND IT GETS WORSE BY THE DAY.

I HAVE LITERALLY SAT AND RESEARCHED HIM AT BREAKFAST, I HAVE RANTED ABOUT HIM YO EVERY MEMBER OF MY FRIEND GROUP AND MY CRUSH SO MANY TIMES, MY ENGLISH TEACHER HAS BEEN SUBJECTED TO TWO ODYSSEUS RANTS THIS WEEK AND I HAD TO RESTRAIN MYSELF FROM INFODUMPING ON ONE OF MY MUSICAL THEATRE TEACHERS.

THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM CREATING ODYSSEUS FAN ART IS MY ART SKILLS

Ahem

Onto other interests:

• mythology in general but the one I know the most about and am obsessed with the most is Greek mythology

• the owl house

• Percy Jackson, obviously

• amphibia

• the inheritance cycle

• the dragon prince

• miss peregrines home for peculiar children

•avatar the last air bender

•dragon age absolution

• how to train your dragon (books, films, series)

•the wizards of once

•dragons themself as a thing

•folklore and faeries

• nimona

•Dracula

•redwall

•and a heck ton more that I cannot think of. I’ll rant about it eventually if I love it that much

The main sports I do rn are archery, paddle boarding, and skateboarding, as well as dance through my musical theatre group. Also lightsaber fighting in my street

I do art and writing and reading and acting and lots more I do a lot and then I abandon my hobbies for a while, and jewelry making and sewing and

I’ll link some more posts here that may be useful to y’all:

And remember, this blog is ran by an Odysseus obsessed teen above all else

[kaneydas]

Headcanon of the groupies?

These girls to be more specific

PLEASE marry me i love this ask

below the cut.

the girls don’t have names from what I’ve been able to find so I’ll give them some (pls correct me if I’m wrong on this) + the names I gave them aren’t based on anything in particular just vibes

and also this is all just based off of my own opinion with no real basis so please feel free to disagree/agree as much as you’d like🫶

• Groupie 1 / Hana

• She’s the type of girl to be able to pull off a red lip look without any additional makeup. She shoplifts all her lipstick, too.

• Lives with her single mother in a run-down apartment, and is an only child. Doesn’t get along with her mother at all so she prefers to stay out late or with friends for the night.

• Has a weird on-and-off relationship with Kaneda that no one understands. They don’t understand it either, and they can barely stand each other most of the time.

• Hana’s the worst type of friend to have – will literally point out how much makeup you’re wearing whenever you’re hanging out with guys and make passive-agressive comments the whole time💀 She’s kind of a mean girl

• Very attention-seeking, especially from men. It gets a bit tiring.

• Really fun to hang out with in small doses because she does get up to some crazy shit, tho. She’s snarky but hilarious if you catch her in a good mood.

• Smokes like crazy, can get through a pack in a single day. Constantly bums cigarettes off of her friends and random boys. Refuses to get buy them herself.

• Admires and gets distracted by her own reflection any time she passes a shiny surface.

• Only shows up to school so that she can gossip with her friends in the back of the classroom and annoy everyone else. Keeps telling everyone she doesn’t need an education because she’s going to marry rich anyway. #girlboss

• Groupie 2 / Noriko

• Actually the coolest. She’s very confident and looks very intimidating, but is a lot nicer than Hana. The type to ask you to sit with her during on your first day of school.

• Always has her nails and hair done. Even if the world was ending tomorrow, Nori would find time to get them done. She’s quite high-maintenance but she likes it that way. It makes her feel put-together.

• She lives with her parents and has one younger brother. I feel as if she may be mixed, like half-black. Not exactly sure from where.

• Is dating Yamagata, they’re going strangely steady which people find surprising because both their temperaments are relatively hot.

• Very stylish and into trends. Her clothes stand out to me the most out of the girls!

• Is the most responsible one out of her friends. Keeps them out of trouble.

• Very outspoken and honest, won’t keep quiet if something is bothering her or if she disagrees. That goes for her friends, for the boys, her teachers, anyone.

• Groupie 3 / Ichiko

• Ichiko… there’s just no thoughts behind her eyes. She’s a bit air-headed.

• She’s simple; she likes to have fun and she hates not having fun. Fun is hanging out with her friends, having one of the boys take her on a fast motorcycle ride, and so on. Not having fun is having to do homework, chores and having to wake up early for school.

• Lives with her elderly father and older sister, who provides for the family.

• She means well, and is often very sweet but can unintentionally come off as rude at times

• Is the type to walk around school talking to someone on the phone and have them blasting on speaker-phone for everyone else to hear. She doesn’t care and will get mad if you tell her to knock it off lmao

• So gossipy. If you tell her something the whole school will know it by the next day. Can’t keep her mouth shut

• She always accidentally falls asleep in last night’s makeup and will just add more on the next day because she’s lazy lol

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Pamela Garfield-Jaeger

Published: May 13, 2024

The following is an excerpt from my new book, "A Practical Response to Gender Distress, Tips and Tools for Families”, available on Amazon.

New personal pronouns can seem harmless and fun, and they are considered inclusive by many people, such as teachers and medical professionals. However, it can be dangerous to tell young children that they can use any pronoun they want. As a seasoned mental health professional, let me explain some reasons why the use of new personal pronouns is harmful for developing children.

1. It’s the first step of being pulled into an ideology that can lead to dangerous and irreversible medical interventions. If a child is given praise for identifying as a different gender and called by a different pronoun or name from an early age, it’s more difficult to reverse that course as the child gets older and deeper into the ideology. The stakes get higher.

2. Alternate pronouns instruct children not to accept who they are, but to seek attention for being something they aren’t. This message is the exact opposite of what traditional feminists have been trying to give to little girls for years, which is to love and embrace themselves as girls. This is a harmful message to all young people during an impressionable time while they are forming their sense of self.

3. This practice is harmful to the small percentage of children who struggle with genuine gender dysphoria and need appropriate attention. If large numbers of children are using alternative pronouns for fun, leverage, or power, how can we know who needs the appropriate support? Many of these dysphoric children have sexual or other trauma in their histories, and they need to be addressed.

4. The introduction of a new pronoun is the first step in dividing children from their families. Families who don’t agree, or who simply have questions, often get torn apart over this ideology. Even families who initially agree with the premise of different gender identities later learn that their children are being groomed to view their own family as an enemy.

In the Substack “Parents With Inconvenient Truths About Trans,” a mom drafted an essay titled “How it Started: How Gender Ideology Has Ruined Our Right to a Family Life.”

Specifically, the mother writes: “Don’t get me wrong, it started off fun and interesting. Pride marches, badges, posters, music, and flags. So many flags! Then the lockdown happened. I started intensely researching and I, a lifelong, radical, alternative woman and feminist did not like what I was learning. ... I am not denying anyone’s existence, we are still loving supportive parents, but I regret not realizing sooner what was going on. ... It became clear, despite all the support and information and discussions, that things were not improving, and we compromised and permitted them to use their new names at school.”

Using a new pronoun and new name divides children from their most important support system—their families—and aligns them instead with adults (such as teachers and therapists) who do not care about them in the same way.

5. Changing pronouns prevents children from forming authentic social connections. If they are pretending to be something they aren’t just to fit in or get attention, children can’t form healthy relationships.

6. Unchecked self-identification gives the message that anyone can enter private, vulnerable spaces. At best, allowing people to arbitrarily choose gender, or reinforce the concept that gender is fluid, makes many girls uncomfortable when they have to share their private spaces with people they wouldn’t otherwise. At worst, this opens a window for predatory boys and men who may take advantage. Unfortunately, these incidents have indeed happened. There was a publicized case in 2021 in Loudoun County, Virginia, where a high school boy who identified as a girl raped two girls in school bathrooms. The school attempted to cover up the incident.

7. Choosing new pronouns provides an incredible sense of power. Under these new rules, not only can the child not be questioned about their choice, but they can also then wield that power over anyone whom they choose. This is especially enticing for a child who has a trauma history and already feels very powerless. Unfortunately, this type of power is not good for a floundering teen who needs guidance and structure.

8. The notion of gender fluidity divorces children from reality, which is the goal in any “critical” theory. If a child can choose to be an obvious “wrong” gender, what reality do they have to accept? “Neopronouns” (or made-up words) are becoming more popular among young people and are blurring the lines between imagination and reality. The New York Times validated neopronouns in an article dated Aug. 12, 2023, titled “A Guide to Neopronouns, From ae to ze.” The article states that neopronouns include terms such as “xe” and “em,” and some of them even date back several centuries, when they were introduced by writers as a solution for referring to subjects without referring to gender. Other fictitious pronouns such as “frog/frog-self,” “peach/peach-self,” “ghost/ghost-self,” and other whimsical identities are being acknowledged as serious in certain circles.

9. Changing pronouns encourages narcissism. This gives a message to the child that the world revolves around them, that their perspective is more important than everyone else’s, and that the child can dictate their own terms.

10. Pronouns create social anxiety. Children feel pressured to choose a new pronoun, making them feel locked into an impulsive choice. In addition, with peers changing identities often, this is also a source of anxiety. The policing of the pronouns creates tremendous social pressure and division among youth.

Many people often think, “It’s just a pronoun.” But consider how chaotic and confusing it is for children who are growing up in a world where reality is being changed at every moment, teachers and friends are demanding speech, girls don’t feel safe, the people they care about are being divided, and they are being led to a path to a lifetime of medicalization.

As George Orwell said, “There is no swifter route to the corruption of thought than through the corruption of language.” Children need structure, and they look to adults to provide that for them.

==

"it's just a prayer. What could it hurt to participate?"

It's not rude or impolite to not participate in a ritual for a belief you don't hold. It is rude and impolite, not to mention authoritarian, to demand others participate in a ritual for a belief they don't hold.

And once again, you don't have pronouns. The language has pronouns for you. You don't get your own pronouns any more than you get your own verbs or your own conjugations.

[mysafehaneul]

Chapter 8 Part 4 (M)

In the dimly lit room, where the only illumination was the moonlight filtering through the windows, you lay on Wonwoo's chest. The dawn was approaching, and as the hours passed, your mouth started moving on its own in the room where only Wonwoo's soft breathing echoed.

"Three days before the accident," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "Noella came in drenched in rain with bloodshot eyes. I thought something was wrong with her, Noel, or Joshua. When I asked her what was wrong, she just screamed the same question at me: 'How long have you been in love with my husband?' I had no answer to her question."

You sniffled as you continued your story. "She told me that all this time, I was around her because I thought in any way I could still have a chance with her husband. I kept telling myself that it was not the case anymore and called me a plotting bitch, accusing me of scheming her into a debt of favors. She felt obligated to be grateful for my help in her business, sponsoring her wedding, and even being there during the time of her child's birth."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "When she said that, it really hurt. The idea of Joshua was out of my mind and heart just three months into their relationship. But people around me who knew about this always thought that everything I did out of love was linked to Joshua and not Noella." You sniffed again. "But I don't blame her for thinking like that because I know how Noella was. When someone who has always been exposed to the cold finally realizes what warmth feels like, they'll go to any lengths to protect it. She wasn't mad at me; she was mad at herself for not realizing this sooner."

You took a deep breath. "I have no qualms with Noella and even Joshua. When they both told me that the only relationship I had with them was that of investor and investee and that they'd pay me back whatever they owed me, I just told them one thing: that in all those years they had known me, I wished they truly knew me."

"That's when I realized what true heartbreak can feel like—the pain of being misunderstood, the pain of being ripped apart with a piece of your heart. When she was in that crushed car, she tried calling me, but I was too drunk to be aware of my phone's whereabouts. After a few days of her funeral, I saw a message she left on her phone for me: 'Dear Y/N, by the time you get this, I may be gone. I'm sorry for the things I said. I know I'm in no place to say this, but please take care of Noel. And thank you for being kind.'"

As you exhaled and moved away from Wonwoo's arms, you prepared to leave quietly before you woke him up. You pushed the quilt aside and fixed the straps of your night dress. Just as you were about to get up, a hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you back, causing your back to slam against Wonwoo's chest. He hoarsely whispered in the room, cuddling from behind in a protective embrace, "Don't hold it back." That whisper was more than enough for you to break the barrier of silent tears, allowing them to flow from your eyes, you cried silently to sleep, comforted by constant kisses on the back of your head and the protective arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

...

...

The next morning, you woke up to the sight of JJ, Noel, and Wonwoo having breakfast in the kitchen. You gave Noel a letter to submit to his class teacher as he got ready to leave for school. Wonwoo noticed your preparations and asked, "Where is he going?"

You smiled and explained, "Jeonghan wants to take Noel before us to his wedding on Wednesday." 

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "What about school?"

You replied, "I talked to his teacher, and he'll have to take online assessments to catch up on the schoolwork. It should be fine."

With that, Noel headed out, and Wonwoo went upstairs to get ready for the office. Today, you'd be working from home.

Jeonghan had a facial appointment with his mother and left the house, leaving it much quieter. As you strolled through the living room, you noticed a toy lying on the floor. You picked it up to put it back in Noel's room, but your attention was soon captured by a framed photo. It was a picture from a science exhibition, encased in a "Dad and I" photo frame. In the photo, Neol was perched up in Wonwoo's arms, biting down on his medal, while Wonwoo held a certificate. His face was adorned with a proud smile as he looked at Noel and their project on "Life Underwater" displayed on the table.

A fond smile made its way to your lips. 

...

It wasn't often that Wonwoo forgot things, but today was an exception. He had returned home earlier than expected because he had forgotten a file in the study. Initially, he had considered sending Chan to retrieve it, but he realized that he missed you and decided to go himself.

As he entered the house, he was met with an unexpected quietness and muffled sounds of knives and chopping board from the kitchen. There you were, singing with your AirPods in your ears, preparing a sandwich in the kitchen. With Noel at school and his travel bag neatly packed, you had given the nanny a week off, and the housekeeper was out shopping, leaving you both alone. You were spreading honey mustard on your sandwich when you suddenly felt his presence.

You turned to see Wonwoo standing there, leaning against the wall, with a silly grin on his face. Startled, you exclaimed, "Geez, I thought you were a creep!"

He chuckled, pointing at his three-piece suit. "In a three-piece."

Wonwoo moved closer, standing behind you, and inquired about the taste of the sauce. You turned, extending the spoon in his direction for a taste test. But instead of sampling from the spoon, he kissed you passionately, his lips locking with yours, and he gently sucked on your tongue. Your eyes widened in shock at the sudden and unexpected display of affection.

As their lips locked in a passionate embrace, they pressed against the cool, marble countertop. The heat of their connection intensified, igniting the familiar fire of desire that had grown between them over time. 

Breaking the kiss, you faced each other, the desire evident in your eyes. You playfully bit your lip, fingers tracing the lapels of his blazer and then running down his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Your head tilted slightly, and teasingly inquired, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Wonwoo, lost in the moment and driven by an uncontrollable desire, confessed, "I do, a meeting in an hour."

Unfazed, you spread her legs, pulling gently on his tie to draw him closer. You were dressed in white denim shorts and a blue striped shirt, looking irresistible. arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in to caress her face with his lips. Their mouths met once again, and the kiss deepened into a passionate French kiss.

Wonwoo's hands danced downward, from your neck to your shirt, undoing the first four buttons as their intense connection continued to escalate.

He glimpsed the white lace of your bra and, with a hunger that had been building, he lowered the cups to fondle and grope your breasts. His touches combined sensuously with firm tugs and delicate pinches on your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

As his lips moved down your jawline and traced the sensitive spot behind the ear, you whispered breathlessly, "Ahjumma must be returning any moment now."

In response, he breathed heavily and replied, "Then we'd better be quick." He swiftly knelt before you, urgently tugging her shorts down. The waistband of your panties was ripped from the side, and a shocked gasp of "Wonwoo!" filled the room. 

With determination, he bit into your inner thigh, nibbling, sucking, and licking your skin as if marking his apology. You struggled to resist the urge to plunge fingers into his hair, clinging instead to the cool, unforgiving marble countertop to avoid disrupting his meticulously styled hair. 

"Grab my hair," he demanded, his voice low and desperate. You hesitated, aware that he had a schedule to keep. His impatient smack against your pussy surprised her. "Don't make me repeat myself," he said, more insistent. finally complied, your wedding ring-clad hand finding its way into his hair, guiding him to where it ached most.

As the taste reached Wonwoo's tongue, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, expertly exploring every corner of your essence. Your moans and whimpering echoed in the empty kitchen, and if he could have this forever, he'd consider himself the luckiest bastard alive.

"Wonu, baby, give me your fingers," you pleaded, and he removed his mouth from your core. His chin and lips glistened with essence, the sight of him driving you to lose control.

"How about I give you more than that?" he suggested, flipping you onto your stomach and pressing against the counter. You heard the click of his belt buckle and the swift zip of his pants. Without wasting any time, he rubbed the tip of his arousal against your opening, gathering some lubrication before slowly guiding it inside.

Both of you groaned in pleasurable unison. His hand rested on your lower back while the other reached for your womb, and he started thrusting upwards.

"Fuck, Wonwoo!" You screamed, Your body trembling in ecstasy as you reached the first climax. His thrusts grew faster as you felt the second one approaching.

"What have you done to me?" he panted, sweat running down his forehead, the veins in his neck pulsating. He removed his hand from your hips and gently rubbed your sensitive bud, causing the second climax to hit with even more intensity.

As the room filled with their gasps and moans, the scent of their passionate lovemaking mixed with the remnants of chicken Salami. Wonwoo watched her as he felt himself unraveling, his hips rutting on their own in a symphony of pleasure and desire.

After tenderly cleaning you up, Wonwoo starts dressing, his actions measured and deliberate. As he buttons your shirt, you say " I am going to France, Chinon specifically, this Saturday morning?"

"Why?"

You give him a reassuring smile and reply, "I have an overdue meeting with an old friend."

A sense of curiosity flickers in his eyes as he asks, "Should I be worried?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "Not really." 

He leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, as he straightens his tie wonwoo can't help but find himself stare into your eyes, Cause warmth crept into your cheeks.

"Don't look at me like that"

"Like what" He murmured tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Like you're going to fall for me." you answered with sad smile. A pang of guilt struck his chest and his lips felt sealed, mumbling a soft see you he took his file, and rushed out of the door. While running his hand through his now mushed hair. 

....

....

Chinon, often referred to as the Garden of France, was a place of ethereal beauty. The landscape was adorned with lush vineyards stretching out under the golden sun, creating a picturesque panorama. Fortresses and castles, steeped in history, stood like silent guardians over the scenic valley. The air was filled with the rich, alluring aroma of the delectable wines that this region was famous for.

Amidst this breathtaking scenery, a man stood before a grave, a solemn place marked by a floral arrangement of lily of the valley, its tiny, fragrant white bells gracefully nodding in the breeze. These delicate flowers added a touch of purity and elegance to the somber setting.

The man gazed at the name engraved in the stone with a sad smile on his face and an underlying sense of melancholy. He reached his silver wedding ring-clad hand to gently run his fingers across the name etched in the marble, whispering with a hint of longing, "How are you, my hummingbird?"

He placed the bouquet of lilies of the valley on top of the marble and continued, "Are you mad at me for not coming yesterday? I brought flowers. Next time, I will even bring your favorite Domaine de Noire. You used to say its taste reminded you of home."

He let out a sigh and took a step back, looking up at the leaves rustling in the wind. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" A smile touched his lips, a bittersweet expression that conveyed a mix of love and sorrow.

Life had taught him many lessons, and in the world he once belonged to, danger always lurked nearby. He glanced back at the inscription on the stone: Catalina Dubois Bulavia.

A woman, dressed elegantly in sable black with an asymmetrical line dress and cat-eye framed sunglasses, approached the grave, carrying an arrangement of white orchids. Her presence added an air of grace and sophistication to the scene.

Without turning to face her, the man in a deep, resonant voice asked, "How long are you going to stand there?"

The woman took a few steps closer and stood beside the man. She greeted the grave with a nod and placed the bouquet of white orchids on top of it.

In fluent French, she replied, "It's been a while, Monsieur Bulavia."

"So it has been, Ms. L/N."

...

Baden Emeric Bulavia was a mere 15 years old when he roamed the unforgiving streets, struggling to find his place in the world. Hungry and destitute, he eventually found shelter under the wing of Le Milieu, the dark underbelly of society. As the days turned into years, he climbed the ranks of this shadowy world, becoming entwined in a life fraught with darkness.

One fateful day, while evading the relentless pursuit of the police, Baden sought refuge in a quaint countryside cottage in Chinon. At the tender age of 22, he observed a young girl, no older than 18, with hair as golden as the winter sun's rays and eyes as blue as the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. She hummed a sweet melody as she plucked apples from a nearby tree. When his voice broke the tranquility of her surroundings, he startled her momentarily. Quickly, he reached out his hand to assist her, and when her delicate fingers touched his calloused ones, he believed that fate had granted him salvation. As she introduced herself, her name felt like the answer to all of his unspoken prayers.

He yearned to become a man worthy of her, to provide her with everything she desired in return for her unwavering love. However, the karmic consequences of his past actions remained inescapable. Someone as pure and kind as Catalina was undeserving of a man who considered himself a sinner like Baden. Yet, his greed was unrelenting, and he chose to keep her, even if it meant she was held in a cage of his own making. Catalina found space in her heart for him, doing so for the sake of their children.

As Baden's Arms empire rose to become a primary supplier for the military, Catalina remained aware that, though one hand may have been in the light, the other still lurked in the shadows.

Tragedy struck on a day like any other. In their home garden, Catalina, accompanied by her 8-year-old daughter Noella, encountered a woman whose family had suffered immensely at Baden's hands when he was 22. In a horrifying act of revenge, the woman mercilessly stabbed Catalina 15 times, each strike representing the memories of her two sons and her husband. Consumed by rage and vengeance, Baden confronted the assailant, her blood staining his vision.

Yet, her words haunted him, "Do you think I killed her? It is you... you killed her. It is your sin... remember, Bulavia, you can never smile when you rob so many innocent people of theirs."

...

Beneath the sprawling tree, leaves rustling in the wind, Baden's voice was the only sound breaking the silence of the graveyard, save for the birds singing from their perches in the branches above. His eyes, distant and unfocused, seemed to drift through the mists of time.

"White was my hummingbird's favorite color," he murmured, his voice tinged with the softness of a distant memory. "Pure, just like her soul."

His gaze shifted to the flowers adorning the grave. "She was too kind, too kind for her own good," he continued, his words tinged with a hint of disbelief. "She used to say, 'The amazing thing about kindness, it makes you feel good, whether you're the one handing it out or the one receiving it.'"

A faint, nostalgic smile played on his lips. "She hated my job. We would constantly fight about it, with threats of running away with the kids. And that... that used to scare me. I've been in many life-threatening situations, but never in my life have I been more scared than that day when I returned home to find her and the kids gone. That day, I realized that giving your heart to someone is the scariest, most dangerous, and most perplexing thing. It makes you do things you didn't even realize you were capable of doing." He gazed at the flower arrangement with a mixture of love and longing. "And when she was gone, I vowed never to let my heart bow or bend before anyone else, even if they are my kids."

You listened intently, your heart heavy with the weight of his past. "How did you find her?" you asked, eager for more of the story.

Baden's voice turned somber. "She was sitting in the garden, both children asleep in her lap as she cried next to her bag. She couldn't do it, not for the sake of herself or the children, but for the people outside and what I would do to them."

He nodded. "That's what love does to you."

A wise, yet sorrowful expression crossed Baden's face. "I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Bulavia, but that's not love. That's obsession. Love never binds you; it liberates you. It enlightens the strength in you that you never knew existed in the first place."

The day was calm, the sky adorned with wisps of fluffy white clouds. You sat beside the old man, a sheaf of pictures in your hand, remnants of a life once lived. With trembling hands, he took each photo, gazing at them one by one, each a cherished memory. You spoke softly, your words laden with meaning, "Like your daughter, she found her strength, even against you, for the man she loved and her child."

The photographs spanned significant moments, from your graduation to Noella's wedding, from her pregnancy at 7 months to Noel's first birthday. The last image showed Wonwoo cradling Noel at his science exhibition.

His hands quivered as he traced the final pictures, his voice trembling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. "What did she name him?"

You drew a deep breath, and your voice quivered slightly as you responded, "Noel Emeric Hong."

He snapped his head towards you, searching your eyes for confirmation. You nodded solemnly, and he turned back to the photographs, a tearful smile gracing his face. "He looks just like my sparrow."

You agreed, your voice breaking with emotion. "Yes, he does."

"How old is he?"

"Eight this December."

"Was he also born on—" He didn't finish the question, but you knew what he meant.

"On Christmas, yes," you affirmed.

"I just did what I thought was right for her. I wanted her to be strong."

You sighed, understanding the weight of his guilt. "That's where we fail as parents, Mr. Bulavia. Even if our intentions are in the right place, that doesn't mean all our decisions can't be wrong."

Your voice quivered as You confessed, "You wanted the world for her, but she just wanted her father."

"She detested me," he admitted. "She saw me as her mother's killer."

"She never hated you," you replied, your tone gentle yet firm. "She hated what you did and how you kept quiet when Nikolia always belittled and demeaned her."

"What makes you think if I don't make those guns and tankers, no one else will as well?"

"At least that person would not be her father," you argued.

A heavy silence hung between you as he whispered, "I failed her as well, haven't I?"

You couldn't provide a straightforward answer to such a complex question. Instead, you reached into your bag and took out a small jar, no bigger than your hand, engraved with the words "Yours, Sparrow." You handed it to him, saying, "If you think you failed her while she was alive, then don't let her death be in vain. Do right by her and her child. She wanted nothing more than a childhood for her child where he didn't have to look over his shoulder before he could run across the fields. Every child deserves a childhood free from the darkness of the world."

Mr. Bulavia clutched the photos and the urn to his chest, closing his eyes as silent tears trickled down his cheeks. The clouds seemed to mirror the somber mood, casting shadows over the small graveyard.

Breaking the silence, you suddenly asked, "Why did you call her 'Sparrow'?"

A wistful smile played on his lips, and he chuckled. "Because she was always chirping, hopping from one place to the other, curious about everything."

You nodded in agreement, knowing that it perfectly described Noella.

With a heavy heart, you rose to your feet, aware that it was time for your flight back. As you walked away, you couldn't help but turn back at the old man, and warn "Mr. Bulavia, stop Nikolia before it's too late. I am not someone who will cower over a few texts and death threats. Even if I die, he can never get his hands on Noel or his money. And if you have even the slightest love for your daughter, you will not let your son paint his hands with her child's blood as well. I promise you, if he goes down that path, it will not end well for him. Take care."

"Y/n," he called out.

You turned to face him, with a composed demeanor.

He asked with a trembling voice, "I have a brain tumor, The results aren't that hopeful, They say I have no more than one month left to live. Could you let me meet Noel, just once?"

Shocked by his revelation, you took a deep breath.

 You couldn't meet his eyes, but you managed to say, "Noel likes Iron Man and Legos, and his favorite colors are red and blue. He enjoys chicken quiche but detests carrots in them."

"I see," Mr. Bulavia responded with a sad smile.

You took another breath, your voice filled with compassion. "Are you allowed to travel around Europe?" His face lit up with a look of grateful joy, slowly erasing the despair that had marked his features just moments ago.

...

...

Wonwoo had spent most of his Sundays engrossed in office work, business dinners, or golf games with investors and associates since becoming the CEO of Jeon Group. He had always enjoyed the solitude of his empty house on these days. However, for the first time in 35 years, the silence was starting to unnerve him. He contemplated working a bit more, but the idea didn't sit well with him. 

After his second workout of the day, it was already 9 p.m., and he knew you must be landing soon. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: should he call to check if your flight had landed safely? He hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided against it. Then, he thought about giving Noel a call, just to see how he was doing.

Noel picked up after a couple of rings. "Hey, Dad, I'm in the middle of a suit fitting right now," Noel chirped. "Jeonghan and Victor are making me the ring bearer for the wedding."

Wonwoo smiled, "That's great to hear, Noel. How's everything going?"

Noel responded, "Everything's going well, but I've got a lot of responsibilities. Tante called a little while ago. We couldn't talk much."

Wonwoo thought for a moment and then, unable to hide his curiosity, asked, "Did she mention me?"

"Dad, if you miss her, just call her, you know," Noel advised. "I'm the ring bearer, and I have lots and lots to do."

 "Okay, big man, Hey Noel"

"Ya"

"How many 'R's are there in responsibilities?" he teased the boy. 

"More than the number of times My tante called you" 

With that, Noel ended the call, leaving Wonwoo to laugh at the snarky kid.

Wonwoo sat in the living room, his phone twirling between his fingers as he impatiently checked for any signs of your message or call. He decided to bide his time by watching a random TV show when, all of a sudden, his phone began to ring. He grabbed it eagerly, only to see that it was just Chan calling.

With a touch of disappointment in his voice, Wonwoo inquired, "What's the occasion?"

Chan replied, "Nothing much, I was catching up with some friends when I ran into Deokyeom. In the midst of our conversation, he mentioned something that I thought you should know. Ms. L/N called him and her lawyer to her office."

Wonwoo's curiosity piqued, and he asked, "Why? What's the reason?"

"To make her will," Chan answered.

"Her what?" Wonwoo was clearly taken aback.

"Last will and testament, Wonwoo."

"Why? Do you have any idea what's in it?"

Chan paused before responding, "Well, I'm not entirely sure about that, but I'm looking into it. Deokyeom did mention that she made some changes related to guardianship and the ownership of Oasis."

Wonwoo switched the call to speaker and opened his phone's calendar. "When was it? Do you have any idea about the contents?"

"I think it was on Thursday, but I'm not sure about the contents," Chan said, trying to reassure him. "Don't worry, Wonwoo. Judging by the way Deokyeom sounded, it might be in your favor. It seems like our plan is playing out just fine."

Wonwoo's expression remained passive as he mused aloud, "Hmm. Hey, Chan, can you investigate to see if there was anything that prompted her to do this?"

"No problem, boss. Just a word of advice: try to keep things hot and cold. People who have been in a one-sided love tend to get clingy when it's reciprocated."

Suddenly, the TV screen went black, and in the reflection on the screen, Wonwoo saw someone standing behind him. His body stiffened, and it felt as if all the blood in his veins had turned to ice. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Y/N," he whispered in a fearful tone, his heart pounding in his chest.

Wonwoo abruptly cut the call and flung his phone somewhere in the lavish living room. It landed with a muted thud against the foot of the large glass center table, accompanied by the rumble of the couch.

Part 5

[youremyheaven]

What you said about punarvasu men is literally my dad💀

He’s a punarvasu moon (I thought he was an ardra moon bc he lacks self discipline with alcohol/spending/food but I think Jupiter suits him more), with revati venus sun and mercury conjunction all within one degree.

As for his ascendant, it can only be from purvaphalguni to anuradha. My main theories are actually those two naks themselves or just leo/scorpio rashi in general because I think he might have pp mars 1H or Jyestha ketu 1H. Also I think he might be UP asc.

He also is very similar in many ways to my brother, who is dhanishta moon, hasta sun, magha asc (my brother is an actual menace but based off his placements I doubt I need to elaborate much further as to why). Anyway lmk what you think👀

But yeah here are some things about my punarvasu dad:

-He does have himbo vibes sometimes and is quite confident in his femininity. For example, growing up he would wear pink sometimes and do sweet things for me, like give me food at school that he’d bought if he just happened to be in the area

-However do not be fooled guys, he is huge misogynist😬 he regularly makes degrading comments towards women who act a certain way (calling them “bimbos”/”barbie”), and whenever someone is driving badly on the road he automatically assumes they’re a woman.

-Literally so rude and disrespectful to everyone except his mother (passed for unknown reasons years ago) and this 90 yr old woman he knows😭 I imagine he’s not rude to his customers at work but that man always has something bad to say! He talks shit about people constantly.

-Has anyone else noticed that punarvasu moons have weird relationships with their mothers? They’re either obsessed or they hate them

- He’s a huge megalomaniac and needs to be in control of us at all times. He needs to have everything a certain way and gets very angry at you if you deviate from it. He often spoils my brother (who is still a child) with the intention of getting him to like him more than my mother. This includes buying him expensive gifts, and when my mother scolds my brother over his bad behaviour, he goes crying to my dad who proceeds to coddle him and act like she’s the bad guy.

My dad has encouraged my brother when he’s been physically abusive or degrading to my mother several times😬

He once told my brother at the airport “I don’t care if you don’t listen to your mother or any of your teachers at school, but you must listen to me. I’m the boss. Ok?” It sounded way more controlling irl but I’m just paraphrasing.

- He’s very into tarot, thelemism and astral projection and gets very preachy about it lol

- He is very disrespectful towards my mothers family (my mother is from an Eastern European 2nd world country) and degrades them for being stupid/unmarried/etc. He has this longstanding beef with my maternal grandma (UBP moon, mula sun, certified girlboss) for being eratic and controlling esp towards my mother growing up (he literally acts the exact same way)

- He is very erratic and gets angry very easily. He’s broken a several things in our house just from his temper tantrums

- Talking about erratic, he is so mean when he’s pissed off you. My brother got in trouble at school when he was ~10 yo once and my dad had a rant at him about how he’s going nowhere in life, he’s going to be a bum, he’s clumsy, etc. He once told me I was tearing the family apart bc I annoyed my brother at the dinner table💀 but we can’t criticise him for this bc it’s “his business”. It’s all just a huge power trip.

-After getting angry at you, he’ll do the whole I’m sorry🥺 act. GIRL GET OUT😂

-Very irresponsible, acts impulsively and expects everyone else to just work around his schedule

- He either has weaponised incompetence or has this one household chore that only he does bc he’s “better” at it than anyone else

Sorry about the trauma dump 🤪 but yeah Jupiter men slander!!! They’re always on this moral high horse until its them

im gonna make a separate post about Jupiter men (lots of slander included, sorry not sorry)

im sorry to hear about your brother's placements 💀🤐

BBG Revati Sun, Punarvasu Moon & either Purvaphalguni or Anuradha Rising??? 😭😭😭HOW DO U AND UR MOM COPEEEE

I'm sorry to hear about your experiences and highkey worried about your brother 😬

Mercurial men are sex addicts and often vvv misogynistic. We've already established how manipulative they can be so I won't repeat that but I wouldn't touch a Mercurial man (unless he was a Jyeshta billionaire 🤪🤭lmfao jk) Jupiter men have always been so unattractive to me, I hate their energy 🤮🤢🤮 even with all the sweet natured kind whatever behaviour, I'm always sus about them. My friend's abusive ex was a Punarvasu Moon and oh lordy lord??? she told him she needed a break from him and he went to her house with their horoscopes matched (kundli Milan tingz for my desis yk what's up) ???? and he asked her strict conservative parents who would never allow her to date, for her hand in marriage??? like that was some power move bc he knew going that route meant robbing her of any choice in the matter. Also fellas, if a girl dumps you NEVER go to her family to propose marriage to her wtf. This guy would often threaten to kill her if she left him as well btw 😬😬

Fortunately for my friend, her parents were like 🤨we need to consult with our family astrologer and their astro guy said that they were a terrible match for each other and that if they got married there is a high chance she would die???? (no shit sherlock) they turned him away but he was still persistent af so they performed some poojas/rituals to get rid of him 😶‍🌫️😌✨💀 and he's been gone since lolziez

Venusian men can be sexually predatory but they usually have low self esteem and based on what you said about his misogyny and thinking of himself as above others (also a result of Jupiter influence) I feel like he's more Saturnian? 🧐 (Anuradha over Purvaphalguni Rising that is)

There is another Vishaka Moon man ik who has very effeminate mannerisms. He's not "in touch with his feminine side" or whatever, he's just a regular Indian man (derogatory) but his body language and mannerisms be giving twink vibes (he's 6'1 atleast with a bulky build and the contrast between the two is amazing to watch) I'm not queershaming or being homophobic 😭😭😭 but many Indian men can be vvv feminine ish and it lowkey creeps me out 😐 sorry but they'll simultaneously hate women, not be woke or liberal in the slightest and act like every straight asshole but with a fruity ✨twist 💀

[wenclairfamily]

Wednesday/Enid Fanfiction Story - "Chapter Zero"

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, despite not behaving like a typical woman of the Addams name: carries both of her mother's special abilities, while Ana has always been a very different story.

However today, about a week before all of our teenage characters turn eighteen (and exactly two weeks before Harmony and Megan's planned wedding date), we explore what happens when Harmony and Megan spend a day apart from one another... as Megan decides to spend a day with her soon to be sister in law: Ana; as she learns more about the history of the family she will soon be marrying into...

"Chapter Zero"

Written by "DrDroom2006", With: "Fun But Shy Girl"

Ana Addams swung a katana sword as she yelled, "AND TAKE THAT! Try to eat us now, you freaky thing..." Ana's cat growled angry as his master used her sword to cut the last vines of a large mutant Venus flytrap that she and her sister's fiance: Megan encountered in an abandoned cave not too far from Nevermore Academy. Once the battle was over, Ana and Megan took a break in the forest and began to eat some sandwiches together. As Ana fed part of her sandwich to her cat (who was sitting on her shoulder), she saw that Megan was still trembling. A curious Ana then asked, "What is it?" As Megan was shaking a bit she said, "It's nothing, but... how can you be so calm and cool right now? Look at me... LOOK AT US! We barely made it out of that cave!" Then Ana casually remarked, "Well... yeah our clothes got a little ragged..." Megan took a deep breath, and then said, "I should have accepted Harmony's invitation to go wedding dress shopping with her. But no! I wanted to spend some one on one time with my soon to be sister in law, and see if all these crazy things you claim happen on all your crazy adventures actually do happen! Ugggh." Ana laughed, and then said, "It wasn't that bad. Right Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana's cat meowed in agreement.

Megan then glared at Ana as she said, "Oh, no? See this hole in the back of my shorts? I was nearly trapped by a spider or whatever that thing was on the wall." Ana took another bite of her sandwich, as she said, "Come on. You're talking like that mission was actually scary. That was nothing compared to the spooky cavern me and Gerard explored while treasure hunting last Sunday." A confused looking Megan then asked, "Who's Gerard?" Ana's face turned red, and suddenly Ana panicked as she yelled, "I don't have a boyfriend!" Megan now looked more confused as she said, "I didn't say you did." Ana quickly composed herself, cleared her throat, and then said, "Um... the point is... that spider you encountered was a sand spider... and... it was your fault it attacked you." A frustrated Megan quickly said, "EXCUSE ME?"

Ana casually continued to eat her lunch as she said, "Megan, I told you to keep away from the walls. They feel when you're against the sides of the room, pull you in, sting you with their venom, and then they eat you later." Megan groaned, and then said, "FANTASTIC! And what about that darn plant that got me? Look at the burns on my arms and legs! THAT THING ATE ME!" Ana held out her hands as she said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. First of all, I told you to wait for me; and second of all: those are barely first degree burns; and third of all, for a Venus flytrap to digest you - it would take about eighteen hours... or maybe less is she's hungry; and fourth of all, you should know better than to wear some wannabe Lara Croft costume instead of real explorer clothes while going on adventures like this."

Megan groaned once more as she said, "Uggh! I could have been getting dressed and undressed with my girlfriend in a sexy dressing room scenario all day! Or at the very least, I could have helped Harmony finally pick out our wedding song today instead of being here." An excited Ana then said, "I'm telling you, doing a Lady Gaga song for your wedding would be perfect. You and Harmony could even sing to it. Bad Romance would be a perfect wedding song for you two!" Megan glared at Ana as she said, "I am not having the first thing played after I marry your sister be a song that literally says: caught in a bad romance. Uggh. Can you at least explain to me why we came to this horrible place today?" Ana then held out a plastic bag holding a small mutant Venus flytrap as she said, "For this! It's the offspring of that giant mutant plant we just fought." Megan's eyes widened with anger as she said, "Are you crazy!?" Ana then protested, "Hey. I wanted my own mutant Venus fly trap." Then a frustrated Megan asked, "Why would you want a freak monster like that?"

Ana's eyes opened wide as she said, "Didn't Harmony tell you?" Now it was Megan who opened her eyes wide while she said, "Tell me what?" As Ana's cat began to sit comfortably on Ana's arm, a smiling Ana said, "My family has an affinity for having a giant pet Venus flytrap. My grandma had one, as did my mother when she was a student at Nevermore. Although she eventually had to take her plant off school grounds, as her little pet mutant Venus Fly Trap had an affinity for trying to eat many innocent students... except that one girl that totally deserved to be completely eaten, but sadly wasn't." Megan sat back on the grass looking intently at Ana while saying, "Hold on. Your mother having some mutant plant... that was never covered in the Netflix show based on her life." Ana smirked as she said, "It happened very shortly before she and my mom hooked up. In fact... you know what... sit back Megan, and let me tell you a not so well known little story about Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair that happened long ago..."

***

Nineteen Years Ago:

Wednesday was on her side of her dorm room at Nevermore Academy, her mind absorbed in another of the mysterious books available in the secret library. She turned around when her roommate Enid entered the room.

-Howdy roomy-goomy! Have you heard!?

-I heard you since you were in the hall two floors below. You're everything but subtle when you walk.

The blonde girl sat on her bed and smiled.

-Well I have something I wanted to share with you.

-I dislike candy and no, the fact that there's fried chicken for dinner tonight will not encourage me to go down to eat in a social setting. Anything else?

-Not that, gloomy-roomy.

Without raising her head from the book she replied.

-Then what is it?

-There's a new girl at school. She's in my biology class and...

-Is she going to be dissected?

-Ye... NO! WENS!

- *sigh* Enid, new students come to Nevermore on a regular basis. Considering I avoid conversing with most individuals at this institution simple means to me that there is yet one more face to avoid eye contact with.

-But her name is Dana and she's so cute, and she even gave me a cupcake.

Wednesday sighed again and decided to not continue with the conversation.

***

Meanwhile in the garden, a brown haired girl named Dana was looking around.

-I need to move carefully... the werewolf I'm looking for is here... and I need its blood...

A few minutes later, as she was walking to a table to eat lunch, Enid saw Dana sitting alone at one of the farthest tables.

-Hey! Why are you so alone? - Enid asked

Dana girl glared at Enid... but then quickly put on a smile.

-Oh it's you. I... just prefer it back here.

Enid placed her tray on the table and proceeded to sit down as she began to realize that Dana had nothing to eat in front of her, and was only drinking from a weird flask she was carrying.

-Uh... aren't you going to eat?

-Huh? No, I'm fine, thank you. - she replied.

Enid was about to speak when a boy passing by hit her with his tray.

-WOULD YOU BE CAREFUL!?

Dana opened her eyes wide as she saw claws momentarily coming out of Enid's fingers.

-You gotta be kidding me...

-Huh?

-Nothing, nothing...

After that, they talked about their respective classes until Enid got up.

-I'm going to class. Look for me if you need anything.

As she turned, a smile appeared on Dana's face..

-Oh I do need something from you...

From that moment on Dana began to follow Enid, trying to find a moment where she would be alone. Yet, said moment had not come. Meanwhile Enid shared with Wednesday what she had seen of her newfound friend.

-It's weird you know. I never see her eat... just that weird flask of hers and that's that... - she said from her bed.

-Never?

-No, no matter what they cook in the cafeteria, she never eats a crumb. I even tried to share my chocolate pudding with her, but nope; she didn't want a bit...

-Enid, I advise you to stay away from her.

Enid's eyes opened wide.

-WHAT?

-There's something odd about her.

Enid got up and walked over to Wednesday wrapping her arms around her neck.

-Someone is jealous...

Upset, Wednesday got up from her chair and released herself from the blonde girl (while attempting to avoid having Enid realize she was blushing).

-I... I have to go retrieve a book in the underground library. Have you fed Ptolemy II? She needs to eat two times a week and you insisted on taking care of her.

Enid gasped.

-I'm so so sorry! I'll go right now...

***

Dana was walking in the hallways, still upset for not getting a chance to get Enid all alone... that is until she saw her walk inside the school's plant nursery.

-Well... well... what are you going in there for at this hour...

Making sure Enid didn't notice, Dana walked in after her; yet Enid wasn't going to the area she knew of, but a room far in the back.

-Huh... this is interesting...

Dana kept following Enid and entered the door. To her surprise, Enid wasn't there. Al she could see was what seemed to be a tree or a large plant of sorts. Hearing a sound, she touched the plant's stem. She looked up when she felt the plant shiver and move.

-W... wha... no no no no... you have to be kidding me... LET... ME... GOOO!

Moments later, Enid came back from another room carrying a bag with bones and pieces of meat.

-OK Ptolemy, here's... Wait. Why is this shoe here?

Her eyes opened wide as she looked up.

-No no no no no no no no! This is bad bad bad... WEDNESDAAAAY!

Enid ran as fast as she could until she reached her dorm room, and to her dismay: Wednesday was not there. Desperate she ran down only to crash against her roommate who was making her back from the secret library.

-Oww...

Wednesday got up and glared at her with her typical deadpan expression.

-Enid, do you have an explanation for this painful disruption?

Suddenly Enid realized why she was in such a hurry.

-COME WITH ME!

-ENID! - Wednesday yelled as she felt herself pulled away by her roommate.

Moments later, Wednesday glared at the scene in the back room of the nursery garden as a huge Venus flytrap stood... with a leg dangling out from it.

-Enid, you actually fed a student to Ptolemy II? Hmm... well, if it was Gregory from biology class; I can understand your desire to remove him, as his constant desire to interrupt classes with references to Games of Thrones was becoming extremely annoying.

-Yea... NO! That's Dana! I found her like this! Tell your plant to give her back!

Wednesday reluctantly sighed and then stepped towards her plant.

-Give her back Ptolemy II! You know the taste of felons on the run tastes much more sweeter than students.

The plant scoffed, unwilling to give back the meal it captured.

-NOW Ptolemy II! Or I will take away all beef from your daily meals!

Slowly the Venus flytrap moved it's form around, and soon Dana fell to the floor with a thud. The teenager gasped and began to take deep breathes until she could talk again.

-WHY IN THE BLUE HELL DO YOU HAVE A THING LIKE THIS HERE!?

Wednesday glared at Dana and began to speak to her (while Enid cleaned the digestive fluids off her face with a towel).

-Why were you here? Only Enid and I are allowed in this part of the nursery garden.

-I got lost... and this THING saw fit to have me for lunch...

-Well... the best lessons are learned when one comes close to death. But now you should know to never come back here again.

Upset, Dana got up and threw the towel back at Enid.

-I don't plan to. Ugh... I need a freaking shower... and my shoe thank you very much.

Dana quickly left the room, while Wednesday glared at Enid.

-Feed her correctly. I have pressing matters to tend to.

-Okay Wednesday. Thank you though for saving Dana. I know I can always count on you.

Enid then leaned in briefly hugging Wednesday. Wednesday looked uncomfortable as she tried to slowly speak to Enid.

-Enid...

-Don't deny you like this Wednesday. I know you secretly do it for one minute every night you think I'm sound asleep.

Wednesday's face began to brush bright red as she stepped away from Enid... and then walked away looking humiliated.

***

Later that evening, Wednesday glared at Enid who was sleeping on her bed. As Enid slept very soundly in the bed, she began to mutter in sleep.

-Mmm. Never stop hugging me roomy.

-Wednesday sighed, and then made her way to the balcony while wearing a black coat. There, she glared at the stars. Then she turned her heard as she saw the living hand: Thing jumping beside her. The hand tapped on the wooden surface of the balcony.

-Yes, I'm worried.

The hand tapped again.

-No, not about that. It wouldn't be the first time Nevermore loses a student in such a gruesome manner.

Once more the living hand tapped.

-Yes, about her. Something is odd. She was following Enid for some reason and...

-WENS! PLEASE DON'T STOP HUGGING ME!

Wednesday turned her head and saw back in the bedroom: Enid (while still sleeping) was reaching out her arms and talking in her sleep.

Thing then made a lot of quick tapping sounds with his fingers. Wednesday then made an angry glare at Thing as she spoke.

-Let anyone else in existence know that Enid and I have an... arrangement with how we sleep, and you'll loose a full finger. Understood?"

The living hand paused for a moment... and then tapped in agreement. Wednesday looked slightly relieved, but continued to glare at Thing as she spoke.

-Now then... starting tomorrow I want you to keep an eye on Enid. Don't leave her side... especially when her new friend is around.

Thing then made a few slow and sly taps. Wednesday then made a much more angry glare.

-No, I am not jealous!

-WENS! - Enid called out in her sleep once more.

Wednesday closed her eyes and began to make her way back into the room unbuttoning her coat as she spoke to herself.

-Contain yourself Enid... I'm here.

***

The following morning Enid was finishing getting ready to start her day. Enid then turned her head and made a happy smile as she saw Wednesday was laying completely peaceful in bed. Thing then entered the room from an outside window as Enid glanced at the living hand.

-Thing, will you wake her up in half an hour? Wednesday usually never sleeps in, and I want her to enjoy herself... and I know she always feels more comfortable waking up alone, because if she wakes up seeing me next to her, then she has to acknowledge what we do in bed every night now.

The hand tapped in agreement. Enid smiled.

-Thanks Thing. You're the best.

A smiling Enid then happily skipped out of the room

Exactly half an hour later, Thing crawled onto the bed and tapped on Wednesday's back. Wednesday looked confused as she slowly woke up.

-W... what?

Wednesday sat up as she realized she was alone in the room and glared at Thing severely.

-I ordered you to keep an eye on Enid; so why are you here?

The hand tapped on the night table.

-Get to Enid at once Thing. I need to change and get to class.

***

Meanwhile Enid walked to class with Dana beside her.

-So... I hear the forest is a very cool place - Dana casually said.

-Huh? Yeah, why?

-Well... could you to show it to me?

-Uh, sure... after...

-NOW! - Dana said pulling her arm

Enid was having a lot of trouble keeping up with Dana as she pulled her inside the forest.

-Stop a little Dana!

-But I love this! Here we're safe, it's intimate... and no one can see us...

It was not until Enid tripped and hurt her knee that Dana finally stopped.

-Owww...

Dana was quick to kneel and check the injury. Passing her finger over Enid's cut, Dana took a couple of drops of blood that she quickly put in her tongue.

-Oh wow... warm... velvety... incredible...

Enid's eyes opened wide. Now it all made sense, the flask, her not eating...

-You... you're a vampire... but how... the daylight... you're not wearing sunglasses or...

Dana smiled.

-Oh I'm a vampire, yes... but not your usual kind. I'm a day-walker... stronger, faster... and about to become even more powerful...

-Wait... you want...

-I want... you... to look me in the eyes...

-Why would I...

-Shhh...

Dana said placing her finger on Enid's lips... then she pushed her down on the grass and kissed her passionately before speaking again.

-So beautiful and innocent... perhaps... I can have a good time before lunch...

Dana unbuttoned Enid's blouse and passed her tongue on her neck. Afterwards she went back to her knee where she licked the last drop of blood from her injury; while at the same time passing her hands on her leg, and then returned to Enid's lips.

-Don't worry Enid... I will always remember this good time... but now... I need your blood...

Two fangs appeared on the sides of Dana's mouth as she prepared to bite the blonde girl on the neck. Enid whimpered as she felt the fangs penetrating her neck, while at the same time Dana caressed her leg pulling up her skirt more and more while she did. To a casual observer it would be two girls loving each other, but in reality, something more sinister was happening.

***

At the same time a desperate Wednesday ran out of Nevermore Academy as she was told by at least two other students that they saw Enid being taken to the forest by Dana. As she ran, Wednesday whispered to herself...

-I told you to keep away from her... why don't you ever listen to me...

But as she arrived to the farthest part of the forest: her horror knew no limits, and her blood began to boil as she saw Enid laying there. Her eyes almost closed, her skirt still pulled up, and her blouse wide open. But what scared Wednesday the most were the two small holes in Enid's neck and the blood stain on her blouse. Wednesday suddenly looked incredibly scared as she ran towards Enid.

-ENID! Please don't be dead... please don't be dead..

As she got to her, Wednesday noticed that Enid was barely breathing and her pulse was literally non-existent. However Enid was able to open her eyes and look at Wednesday.

-W.. We... ns...

-Shh... don't talk.

-I... I'm... s... so... sorry...

-I said don't talk. Do as I tell you for once.

***

Later that afternoon Eugene went to check on his apiary and his surprise knew no limits when he found Wednesday tending to Enid inside the shack.

-WHAT HAPPENED?

Wednesday turned around and with a deadpan expression spoke.

-Don't ask stupid questions and go to my room, find a black suitcase under my bed and bring it here. DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ANYTHING ELSE.

Scared, the boy ran out of the shack while Wednesday continued to feed Enid with a mix of honey and some herbs. Five minutes later Eugene returned with the suitcase. Wednesday was fast to open it and began setting up what seemed to be chemistry equipment.

-Fetch me a glass of honey from the hive where the most ancient queen bee is. NOW!

Eugene nodded and ran out while Wednesday began to mix herbs and liquids of different colors.

-I know who you are... but now I need to save Enid... then... I'll have my vengeance...

-Here. - Eugene said handing her a glass.

-Good. Now leave us alone.

Wednesday applied a mixture she had previously prepared to the honey and it turned into some sort of tea that she quickly made Enid drink. Soon, Enid spoke.

-W... what...

-Just drink it, and stop talking.

Enid fell into a deep sleep moments after and Wednesday sat on a nearby chair, deep in her thoughts. Without realizing it she fell asleep as well. She eventually awakened with Enid's face just a couple of millimeters form her own.

-Wakie roomy-gloomy!

Wednesday's eyes immediately widened... but she remained perfectly still as she spoke to Enid.

-You shouldn't be up. You still have a lot of recovery left.

-I do feel tired, but I feel better now...

-You need rest. What I gave you accelerated the process for you to regenerate the blood you lost.

-Shouldn't we go back to the school? - Enid asked

-Not until you're completely recovered. There's another glass of tea on the table. You'll do well to drink it all NOW. - Wednesday commanded.

And it was then when Enid tried to take another step that she felt lightheaded and Wednesday had to catch her before she hit the floor.

-Go back and rest, come on.

Moments later Enid was sound asleep again, Wednesday started to wonder why Eugene had not come back with more honey as she needed to make more of her beverage for Enid. Yet as she walked out she felt something heavy impact her head and darkness engulfed her.

***

Wednesday didn't know how much time has passed. As she woke up, she was now laying where Enid previously was. She felt something warm on her forehead. Wednesday also saw Eugene laying on the floor, as he too was starting to get up.

-EUGENE! WHERE IS ENID!?

-I... I don't know... I was on my way back and then... I was here and you were on the ground with blood on your head...

A bit dizzy, Wednesday walked towards him.

-DID YOU HIT ME?

-I... I... don't know... you were on the ground... I had a piece of wood in my hand... I...

-I have to go get Enid... I'll deal with you later.

Meanwhile, Dana was in a cave. Enid laid on a makeshift stone table, her blouse once again wide open.

-I'll have to thank your little girlfriend for keeping you alive. I will not only get some more of your sweet little blood but also what I really need... your heart.

Enid tried to move but her arms and legs were tied to rocks that were nearby, and her mouth was gagged with a piece of her blouse. Dana then walked towards Enid with a big smile as she spoke.

-You see little Enid... after our... time together... I discovered that it was not only your blood what I needed... but also your heart. I was afraid you would be dead before I could get back. Fortunately for me: your stupid girlfriend kept you warm and alive for me...

Enid opened her eyes wide as she saw the knife Dana had in her hand and shivered as she felt the blade passing on her chest until it went under her bra cleanly, cutting in the middle. Dana passed her hand on Enid's chest, pushing the right side of her bra away.

-Mmm. Sexy, huh? But I'm afraid... there's no time for that now. I need to be quick before...

-BEFORE WHAT... CLAUDIA!?

Dana's eyes opened wide as she saw Wednesday standing at the cave opening.

-You... how could you...

Wednesday walked towards Dana with confidence and anger as she spoke.

-I had the feeling you were not what you seemed to be... you're the daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac... are you not?

Growling, Dana glared at her.

-You know not what you're talking about you little...

-I know the legends quite well. The daughter of Louis de Pointe du Lac was girl named Claudia, who was turned into a vampire when she was eleven... hundreds of years ago. You were supposed to have died when the high council of vampires found you guilty of treason and sentenced you to be burned by the sun...

-Errr. I knew more than they thought back then! They thought it so simple to throw me there to die... yet I escaped. I knew the secret to relocate, and used it in the last minute to get away and go into hiding.

-You obviously have lived quite the long life now, with multiple identities. Still... why Enid?

-Because it's the only way to end my hunger and be eternal. The mix of the blood of a werewolf and a vampire does not only give me strength but also kills my hunger for blood. But there's a caveat... I do not only need the blood. I also need her heart... the heart of a very specific werewolf... a teenage werewolf...

Wednesday was about to reply when she realized the fatal mistake she had made. She looked at Dana right in the eyes and as she talked... which allowed Dana to use her power to paralyze her.

-Guess... I'll have a little... d' œuvre with you... now lay still...

Wednesday's eyes opened wide as she felt her body obey the words of the vampire. She closed her eyes as she felt her open her blouse.

-I wonder... will you give me a good time like your friend?

Dana was about to pull Wednesday's skirt up when she heard a growling behind her. Then she turned and saw Enid on the stone slab, slowly wolfing out.

-GET... YOURRR... HANDRRRSS... OFFRRR... HEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Dana did not have time to react as Enid, now in her werewolf form, freed herself and tackled Dana off Wednesday. Both women tumbled out of the cave. Wednesday felt her body respond to her again and quickly got up. Outside, Wednesday found herself witnessing a battle between Enid and Dana; the latter having a huge slash on her face that showed a charred portion of skin under what seemed to be normal skin.

-She's not completely healed then...

Without another thought, Wednesday ran back inside the cave and retrieved the knife. Then she ran back where the fight was taking place. Enid was growling while Dana stood a couple of meters from her, her clothes torn and parts of her arms and face showing scarred tissue where Enid had torn her flesh off with her claws.

-You're going to pay for this Sinclair! I will kill you, eat your heart, and then go find your family and kill them until the very last Sinclair is gone from this forsaken world...

Suddenly Dana felt a knife go into her back. Dana then slowly turned around, and she found herself within inches of Wednesday's face; all the while feeling the metallic blade sliding into her chest.

-Dana, Claudia, or whatever you wish to be called... it's over. You can go to hell now.

Both Enid and Wednesday stood still as they watched their attacker lose her balance... and then fall off the edge of the nearby cliff... and disappear from their sight. However after a moment of silence... Wednesday looked over the edge of the cliff confusingly. A concerned Enid then spoke.

-What's wrong Wednesday?

-Nothing... it's just... I didn't hear her body hit the ground. Now, I... Errgh.

Wednesday began to wince in pain. Enid suddenly noticed Wednesday's wrist was bleeding. Enid rushed over to Wednesday with a concerned look on her face while speaking.

-Wednesday! Are you okay!?

-I am fine. I needed to coat my knife in my blood. It was the only way I could stop that monster.

-Why? Does you family's blood have mystical properties that can ward off vampires?

-What? No. I simply got an anti-vampire vaccine as a child, which was made from a rare plant in my mother's garden.

-Oh! - said Enid with surprise.

-Regardless, your new friend is either dead or very much weakened now. Any vampire that could actually survive getting a dose of my mother's anti-vampire vaccine would still find themselves needing decades to rebuild their strength. Now come Enid. Let us leave.

Wednesday and Enid then slowly walked back to Nevermore Academy, thankful the nightmare was over... but didn't notice a shadowy figure at the bottom of the cliff crawling away.

***

The next day, Wednesday was sitting in her room while working on her type writer when Enid suddenly stepped out of her closet wearing just a towel around her body. As Wednesday glanced at Enid, she looked annoyed.

-ENID. What I have told you about being nearly nude in the bedroom!?

-Oh, like you wouldn't enjoy seeing what's under the towel. - Enid jokingly said with laugh.

-Highly unlikely. I doubt your anatomy differs that much from mine.

The blonde girl walked over, and put her put her arms around her friend.

-Wanna make sure? I'm about to take a shower. You're free to share a stall with me.

Wednesday blushed as Enid made her offer. Wednesday paused for a long moment... and then answered.

-I... would prefer the solitude.

-Well... whatever you want roomie. Also... thanks again... for saving me yesterday. I'm glad neither of us got hurt. I... I don't know how I could handle life without you around Wednesday.

Wednesday began to look a bit nervous as she spoke.

-Well, I... I... would preferred not to have been forced into a situation where I would've had pack up all your belongings in the event of your death. All your brightly colored stuffed animals still cause my skin to feel quite irritated and break out into mild hives.

Enid giggled, and then responded.

-I really like you too Wens. So... you sure you still don't wanna come take a shower with me?

Wednesday paused for a long moment... and then gave her response.

-Perhaps... another time...

***

Present Day:

"AAANNDD that's what happened." - Ana said while getting a box of cupcakes out of her backpack. Megan was frozen in place for a moment as Ana began to eat a cupcake... but after several moments, Megan finally said, "Hold on. I still can't get past the part where your mom and your mother had a gigantic Venus flytrap in the school." Ana looked at Megan with a confused face as she said, "Wait. The part where some crazy vampire that may or may not still be alive almost killed my moms... that's not what you want to talk about. It's the part of the story that involves the mutant plant you want to talk about?" Megan rolled her eyes and said, "Ana, I'm a student at Nevermore Academy; and I've grown up in the town of Jericho most of my life. I've been nearly killed by zombies, sirens, lizard creatures, demons, psychopaths, and a dark alternate universe version of your mother. Some random vampire lady that may or may not still be alive doesn't really faze me anymore. But you gotta tell me... what happened to your mom and mothers' plant? It's not... hiding around the school or their house is it?"

Ana smirked for a moment, and then said, "In the end, they had to take the plant to some jungle in the amazon... mostly because federal authorities demanded the creature be deported. Apparently the creature tried to eat a couple more students, so my moms were told their plant couldn't remain on the school grounds anymore... or the country. If you ask me, it was not Ptolemy II's fault. I mean that plant didn't ask several students to turn the plant nursery into some secret love shack. The smell of sweating skin from horny teenagers makes mutant plants very hungry. They all had it coming when they got devoured." Megan suddenly looked very worried as she said, "Your new plant you just got... you're not keeping it in the house when me and your sister get... intimate, are you?" Ana giggled as she said, "Well... you two have been getting a little too loud lately, so I had to come up with some way to influence you both to be a little more quiet." Ana began laughing as a frustrated Megan said, "Come on Ana! Getting almost eaten by one of those things is horrible!" Ana continued to laugh, while her cat began to chase after a squirrel on a nearby tree.

As Ana began to pack up, she said, "We better head back home now. Mother doesn't like it when I spend too much time near these caves without her." Ana suddenly heard Wednesday's voice say, "No, I don't." Ana and Megan both turned their heads, and saw walking towards them were Wednesday, Enid, and Harmony. Megan looked much more happy now as she said, "Hey Harmony!" Megan ran over to Harmony and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. A curious Megan then asked, "What are you all doing here?" Harmony then simply said, "Well, you both had been gone for awhile, and mother was getting worried. So we all decided to do a little jog here in our new running shoes I got while shopping today." A super excited Enid then said, "And the best part of all is... I got your mother to finally wear something pink." Everyone then noticed Wednesday's running shoes were black and pink. Wednesday rolled her eyes as she said, "Your mom was very... persuasive." Enid made a big grin as she said, "If you only knew how easy it was to convince her when I started getting extra frisky as I wolfed out in bed with her." Harmony and Ana both began to look disgusted, as Harmony yelled, "Too much information moms! We've talked about this!"

An excited Enid giggled, and then said, "Anyway, how about we run back home together and eat something? I can prepare some cake and..." Suddenly everything was disrupted when Ana's cat jumped on Ana's shoulder and made a loud meowing noise. A wide eyed and intrigued Ana then said, "Hold on! Stormageddon the Conqueror, are you saying the Society of Secret Squirrels just told you that the Racoon Mafia is supplying dangerous weapons to the Kangaroo Cartel's hidden hideout?" Ana's cat simply nodded his head and said, "Rowr." Ana then suddenly took out a sword as she excitedly said, "Gerard said he was gonna go investigate the same thing the other day. Ooo. Maybe I'll run into him there." A curious looking Harmony then asked, "Who's Gerard?" Ana instantly blushed bright red as she yelled, "He's not my boyfriend!" Everyone looked at Ana with a confused face, as a nervous Ana said, "I mean... uh... Lets go everyone and stop some evil raccoons!"

Ana then ran through the forest with her sword out, while her cat quickly ran behind her on the ground. Harmony then glanced at Megan as she said, "Wanna go help her out?" Megan groaned for a moment as she said, "Ugggh. I almost died going on one mission with your sister today. But... I suppose... I should get used to helping Ana out... since she's soon gonna be family to me." Harmony and Megan then ran off as they started to follow Ana. Meanwhile Enid looked at Wednesday as she said, "Look at them Wednesday. Off having crazy adventures fighting all kinds of crazy creatures like we did at their age. Hmmm... wanna give our kids some back up?" Wednesday looked into Enid's eyes as she reluctantly said, "Apparently... I have no choice." Enid grinned as both she and Wednesday ran after their kids. Then all five women (and their cat) excitedly ran off to their next adventure together.

THE END

...

...or maybe not...

EPILOGUE:

In a dark place: Wednesday and a dark figure in a dark cloak were in the midst of a sword fight, as several swings and clashes were made. However at one point, the two found their strength evenly matched as they pushed their swords up against one another. Then the dark figure moved one of their feet and kicked Wednesday to the ground. As Wednesday looked up at the dark figure, a voice from the figure under the cloak said, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?" Then just as the figure began to take off the hood of their cloak... Harmony sat up in bed looking scared. Harmony looked around the room realizing she had just awakened from her sleep. Megan, who had been laying beside Harmony in bed, woke up too as she said, "Harmony, was it?" As Harmony gasped for air she said, "I... I had that dream again where my mother was in big trouble. She was fighting someone in a cloak, and just as the person took off the cloak, I... I think I saw for a split second who they were, but... it... it can't be who I saw. It can't!" A curious Megan then asked, "Who did you see?" Harmony sighed, and then said, "What I saw... could only be a dream... because it made no sense. I... I'm sorry Megan. Lets go back to sleep." Then as Megan quickly went back to sleep, Harmony laid her head on her pillow... while looking incredibly worried.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next Week: A Family Weekend

In Two Weeks: WEDNESDAY VERSUS HELL... PART 1

*Final Picture by: @emeriart

*"Live Action" Pictures Created with AI

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BONUS FEATURE - When I was trying to create the AI image of the five women and cat running, I first used AI to make six images of each character separate. Then I combined them together. However, below I am providing you a look at what each character originally looked like when I used AI to make them separately (along with alternate images the AI program gave me that I didn't use).

[apollotronica]

APOLLO CAN U TELL ME ABOUR ON E OF UR OCS.. i was thinkin about how hearing u talk ab them kinda inspired me to actually pick my projects back up and also i think they r sick as helll :3 pretty pleaase ? ./NF!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

OKAY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY I WAS STUCK IN THE LABRYNTH (i couldnt decide which oc to talk about) BUT i relauzed i havent really talkrd about hiiro at all on here :3 EVERYTHING UNDER CUT and ill format it like i formatted the buwan post :3

this hiiro (left image most recent) ignore thr typology on the right its outdated

fun facts :3

likes: warm cloudy weather, bright lights, computers and technology, large cities, classic literature, anatomy and neurology, strong flavors, squid ink pasta

dislikes: most people, sunny days, manual labor, following orders, bland food, going outside, trains and train stations, getting wet

nationality: japanese

relatives: (adoptive) mother and father, elder sister (pacchi, 2 years older), younger sister (heru, 3 years younger)

early life (sort of???) (cw child injury/neglect, bullying, ableism?)

disclaimer i havent Fully fleshed out its backstory so this will just be a large summary of . stuff that Occured

hiiro and his sisters were put up for adoption almost immediately after heru was born (hiiro being 3, pacchi being 5) and they took turns taking care of her bcuz their parents were too "busy" to hire babysitters. hiiro and pacchi got into a fight while heru (like toddler age atp) tried to break them up. because hiiro has always been quick to anger and sort of physical, when heru tried to intervene his first instinct was to push her as hard as he could while yelling at her to stay out of it, it doesnt involve her . errmm aftermath of that argument was . heru got permenant brain damage and hiiro and pacchis relationship Completely broke apart :[ aww womp womp . Ok fast forward . heru is homeschooled by a tutor and hiiro and pacchi are both in junior high. pacchi is popular and friendly and pretty, but her grades are lacking . hiiro has always been incredibly smart (even though pacchi is 2 years older, he skipped a school year or two and is in her same year), but his social life is miserable . because of his temper and Overall Unfriendliness he was put in separate classes away from his peers where he was the only student under a teacher who didnt care about hiiro or Pretty much anything . it wasnt seen often but when he Was seen he was beat up n bullied relentlessly n followed home , so a lot of the time he spent nights hidden in the school or in damp alleys because he didnt want to lead anyone dangerous back to pacchi and heru . when he Was home pacchi ignored him and heru would try to make conversation but hiiro was Pretty much entirely nonverbal during their school years . at home hiiro drew and wrote and played like anyone else his age but bcuz hiiro looked different and sounded different and acted different it ended up outcast and alienated :[ womp womp

career ??

aaaanyway yada yada hiiro graduates early n basically disappears into researching neurology n brains n Specifically how theyre "programmed" , they end up lowkey kidnapping a couple people to experiment on them w a janky "neuroprogramming" device that, once hes sure is Safe To Use , hiiro uses on itself :3 the way proples brains show up on the device isnt like an mri or anything , the way it shoes up actually Depends on the person so sometimes itll be a short rpg or lines of code or Minesweeper and because hiiro Made the device they can decipher what each brain thing means and collects data based off that . but because what he does is Very illegal the government eventually tracks him down and forces it to work w them or theyll Krill him .

fun facts part Two :3

hiiro has only had alcohol Once and despite being of legal age they were kicked out for looking too young . he cant hold his liquor

he frequents a gaming cafe and knows all the staff by name but is too embarrassed to be seen in front of other people , so it rents out the whole cafe when it wants to go

hiiro has 3 cats and they are all Huge

after he Reappeared hiiro actually reconnected w his sisters and visits them as often as possible . Its not very affectionate at all though

i actually made his voice claim miyashita yuu . the songs where hes louder and yelling r more what i was thinking at the time , but i think miyayuu's soft speaking voice works as well

all the sleeves on their sweaters are slightly tethered and frayed because he fidgets with them while working . the right sleeve is more torn than the left

he doodles in his free time and has posted a couple oneshots on obscure manga forums . they dont keep up with them but one of them ended up getting really popular

hiiro Loves scifi . his entire apartment is decorated in super lame and obscure scifi anime posters and figures

THANKIES !!!

[nuoyipeach]

Collision

Nakamoto Yuta X Park Sooyoung

warnings: angst, mature stuff, just a lot of complex emotions I guess (but happy ending) tags: @yutahoes

Yuta knew who he'd spend his life with, he already planned it all ahead with her. She was his first love, someone he felt like protecting from the world, someone he'd hate to loose. He was so irrevocably in love with her, he even begged for permission from her mother to let her move in with him before marriage because he missed her so much. With all his busy work days, he wanted to be able to see her even for a few hours if possible.

Sooyoung didn't care about all the insults thrown at her by her neighbourhood people. So what she's in a relationship with a chaebol, and one from Japan to be specific. She loved him because he treated her right. He wasn't throwing money at her, but genuinely loved her. He was there when she got fired from her front desk job, helped her get into an elementary school as a teacher, stayed over when her father was dying from illness, even helped with the funeral and stayed over until both women felt better.

It wasn't easy considering his job as the stand in chairman of his family's company branch in Seoul, and sometimes Sooyoung did feel like she took advantage of him. But he always made it a point that she owed him nothing other than loving him back, and that she truly did.

Especially when she moved in, she did a lot of domestic work out of love for him, and he'd spend every spare second he could have with her, especially at night when he made love to her.

Needless to say, the couple's life was perfect.

But things that are perfect always come to an end.

Yuta was surprised by his parents visiting, especially since it was for work reasons he was unaware of. He rushed to the meeting room, and hugged his mother upon greeting them.

"I hope you've been doing well son." the couple talked with him, and Yuta couldn't help feel anymore excited to tell them about the love of his life.

Until his father spoke. "Well it's good you're doing well with the company, but I've made plans to secure our branch here. One of our shareholders has agreed with us about it too, you will marry his daughter."

He was sure he fainted, but he was still sitting up in shock as his mother shook his shoulder. "Yuta, speak. Did you even hear anything?"

He blinked and realised his father had continued but stopped when they noticed his blank face. And now it was his turn to speak, angrily. "I'm not marrying someone I don't know! I have a girlfriend, she lives with me and I love her very much. You can't make me do this!" he yelled standing up. "I have a woman I love, she's living with me right now. Here I was thinking this was finally my chance to introduce her to you, and this is what you bring to tell me! What kind of parents are you? Didn't you even care to ask me anything about this?"

His parents stared at him in awe, shocked by his outburst. "Who is this woman? Is she of business?" his dad proceeded to ask, which only angered him more.

"Business? I never thought my parents were that kind if people. No she's not, but she's everything I could ever ask for and want, so I have no plan on changing who I'll marry."

His mother remained silent, but he could see the anger piling in his father. "We didn't send you here to run our business just to waste time falling in love with some gold digging b*tch! Break it up, or so help me-"

Yuta slammed his hands on the table cutting off his father. "I'd rather be disowned and lose my job." he said through clenched teeth, leaving before the elder man could have another say. He stormed across the building to his car, and drove speedily to his apartment, slamming the door upon entering.

Sooyoung jumped from washing her hands as she finished eating, running to the front door just in time to catch him throwing his shoes at the wall. "Yuta! You'll dirty the walls!" she went up to him and grabbed his arms, pulling him to sit on the bench and stood in front of him. "What's wrong?" she cupped his face. "Did something go wrong at work? You know being angry over it won't fix it." she tried to calm him.

Except the longer Yuta looked at her, the more his heart broke. He held her waist and pulled her close hugging her body, face buried in her tummy. She stood still, and threaded her hands into his hair, shocked when she heard him sniffle and her shirt getting wet through.

"Baby what's wrong?" she asked again. "Talk to me, you're scaring me."

He lifted his head and looked up at her, eyes red with tears. "I love you..." he kissed her tummy over her shirt. "I want to marry you. I want to grow old with you. I want to have kids with you... With you I promise. Only with you."

"Yes Yuta, I do too." she cupped his face again and turned it up to look at her. "But what's wrong?"

His voice shook. "My parents came... They want me to marry a shareholder's daughter... I told them no, but who knows..." he hugged her tight again and buried his face in her tummy again. "I won't do it... I won't leave you... I love you, I promise baby."

Sooyoung's mind froze. He always spoke positively of his parents, how did this happen? They were supposed to be welcoming, open-minded people. But they weren't. Her legs shook, and Yuta was quick to pull her on his lap, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck instead.

"I won't let them break us, baby. Never." he kissed her skin, content when she hugged him back. "No one can take you away from me." he kissed her lips, his arms tightening around her more. She pulled away and hugged him instead, knowing he'd always calm down like that and it's what he needed most right now.

Yuta stayed off from his phone for the rest of the day, following Sooyoung around the house as she did chores, helping her with a few to take his mind off things. Even as they went to bed, his phone was left in his office room while he cuddled into her arms, holding her tight to himself as the mere thought of spending a life without her scared him.

Sooyoung was in a worse dilemma. Even she couldn't fathom the mere thought of living without her lover, but she couldn't and didn't want to be the reason he breaks off from his family's well earned business lineage, especially not when he worked so hard to prove himself. She had heard enough stories about these things, and whether or not they were entirely true, she didn't want to be the other woman.

That is if Yuta even agrees to the arrangement. She knew deep inside he wouldn't, but she also knew his choices either way weren't any good.

Peeking down at the man who nuzzled into her chest as he slept, her heart ached. No matter what the solution was, nothing seemed to be a good one.

>>>

"This is Mr Kim, and his daughter Minji."

"What the fuck?" everyone was taken aback by Yuta's reaction upon entering his parents' living room, when his father immediately introduced the supposed shareholder and marriage prospect to him before anything else.

"Language!" his father yelled, about to continue before Yuta cut him off.

"Screw this! I told you I have someone, I do not agree to this marriage!"

He could see his father fuming, as well as the other woman rolling her eyes. Clearly she gained nothing from this but the title of being a business wife, that itself secured her wealth from both sides, and Yuta was far from agreeing to simply being someone's black card.

"You either agree or you're out of the family Yuta!"

"GO TO HELL!" even though he had just arrived, as requested by his mother for "lunch", Yuta turned on his heels and ran back out, to his car and again back home to the arms of the only woman he loved.

Sooyoung didn't know what to do as she sat on the couch and held Yuta, who crashed onto her the moment he came back, and was hiding his tears in her chest.

"Yuta, my love..." she spoke softly, sighing as his hands tightened around her torso. "Calm down please." she simply said whatever came out, unsure if anything she can say would make it better for him. And it further hurt her knowing if she didn't make a decision, Yuta would be the one hurting further.

As she comforted him to bed, kissing his lips softly to not wake him, Sooyoung left to the dining room and called her mother, explaining everything that had happened the past two weeks, and that she was stuck in a situation she didn't know how to navigate.

"Maybe his parents are right... I'm not for him, I don't know anything about this business world of theirs..."

"Sooyoung the biggest mistake you can make is listening to his parents." she sighed hearing her mother's reply. "You know Yuta more than anyone right now, you love him, and he clearly loves you, I don't know how to help other than to say make a decision that you think is best for the both of you, not just one."

>>>

It took Sooyoung another month to make a clear decision, during which Yuta had come home another six times angered by the same thing. One of those days she was terrified as the other woman had attempted to flirt with him and he supposedly threw a folder at his father's assistant. She knew this could not continue, and finally she made a choice.

A choice she knew was bound to hurt everybody. She could rely on just her mother, who was against her decision but knew there was seemingly no other way. It hurt both of them for having to make arrangements behind Yuta's back, but Sooyoung needed everything after this final week to be a clean slate.

Final week, a thing that broke her heart.

She spent the whole week spending time and doing as much as she could with Yuta, and as the week came to an end, the last day more precisely, she pasted a smile on her face the entire time while her heart tore up inside.

Yuta was more than happy this day, having spent all of it with the woman who owns his heart like no other ever had or could, and as he changed into his pyjamas, he was caught off guard when she appeared out of the bathroom, in his favourite white lingerie and see through robe, smiling at him innocently.

"Am I dead?" he gasped out as she walked towards him sultry. "I see an angel. If this is how heaven feels then God I never want to leave." his hands reached out and grabbed her hips, sitting back on the edge of the bed as his eyes still trailed all over her as if it was the first time he'd ever seen her this way.

Sooyoung chuckled, hands cupping his cheeks forcing him to look up at her. "Then you better be a good boy, so I can bring heaven to you." she slowly sat on his lap, and without another second wasted Yuta pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their kiss filled with moans from both as she started grinding her hips onto his, lips almost never parting until Yuta moved to kiss her jaw and go lower.

With her eyes looking at the ceiling, Sooyoung was able to quickly blink away her tears. "Yuta..." she looked back down, pressing her forehead on his. "You'll always be the one for me."

"Oh God..." he breathed out, kissing her neck while his hands pushed off the robe. "And you'll always be mine, my love. I'll never leave you, between heaven and earth, you'll always be the one woman that owns my heart and soul."

Always good with his words, Sooyoung found it harder to hide her tears, so quickly pulled him back for a kiss, pushing him back to lay down this time.

"I love you Yuta, forever, wherever... only you."

>>>

He should have known. From the start of the week until last night with the way they made love, Yuta could only blame himself for not realising it sooner. Waking up this morning to an empty bed, a quiet apartment, and finally a letter on the kitchen counter, he realised too late.

The reason she was so affectionate, the reason she was so passionate, the reason she was so intimate, it was because it would be their last.

With the letter still in his hand, Yuta used his other to swipe everything on the counter off, crashing all the items onto the floor as he let out a scream.

You may not make the right decision, and neither would I, but I don't want to be the reason you lose all that you worked hard for. I don't want to make you give up what you deserve. And before you think it, I don't want to be the other woman. We both know there's no way out of this for you, so please Yuta do what's best for your life. I love you, I still do and always will, I meant every word I say to you. You will always be the one for me forever and wherever, and maybe by some fate we will be together again. I pray for it, but I pray now you first live the life you deserve. I will miss you dearly my love, hate me or not I hope you can forgive me some day.

- Sooyoung

>

"Did I do the right thing?" the elder lady looked at her daughter as the two sat in the bus, their life loaded up inside it as they leave the town they had called home until now. "Oh God mum what if... what if I shouldn't have done this?" she could only sigh as her daughter broke down, even an hour after they've been travelling.

All she could do was hold her in her arms, hug her tight, and kiss her hair. She knew what she did wasn't right, but she also didn't know what would have been. There was no winning in this situation, and she only hoped they could live a quiet happy life in their new home, far from where her daughter's beloved was.

>>>

5 years later...

As the meeting came to an end, Yuta greeted everybody and left swiftly. Ever since he had taken over the Seoul branch of his family's business, the staff were shocked at how strict and efficient and particular he was in all his work. His parents no longer meddled into his life or business, though truly there was nothing left for them to meddle.

He returned to his new apartment, handed his bag and jacket to the maid, then left to wash up before heading straight into his office room, with nothing more than an acknowledged nod towards the woman he was supposed to be sharing his life with.

The young lady huffed and rolled her eyes, though inside she was hurting as well. She thought this was the life she wanted, to be a business wife who didn't have to lift a finger and spent her days spending her family's money. But a year into her marriage she realised how empty and worthless her life felt, and no amount of expensive foods or new bags and shoes could fill up that hole.

For the four years they had been married, Minji not once even held his hand, let alone share a bed with Yuta. She knew this was what she was getting herself into, he made it clear it was marriage by contract and nothing more, and the recent scar on his wrist during their engagement was enough for her to not further question anything until today. But now as she settled into her bed, in her room, she felt sadder than ever today after having met some friends, who's lives were busy with their own families.

After a lot of tossing and turning, Minji figured to just go for it, throwing on her night robe and heading to Yuta's office room, where she knew he'd be until late night anyways. She always wondered how much work he actually did for him to spend every moment in his offices, but she also knew not to question him. She knew he was unhappy, and the last thing she wanted was to tick him off. She stood in front of the door, and after some final hesitation, knocked.

"Come in." she opened the door quicker than she'd like when hearing his low voice answer, clearing her throat as they came into each other's view. "What is it?"

"I, uhm... I have something to talk to you about." she stalked in, and after seeing his eyes look at the seat opposite to him, she sat down. "It's nothing work related, but..." she trailed off, wondering how to bring up such a topic with a husband who's never even touched her by a finger.

"Well?" he cooked a brow, eyes drifting between her and the computer screen.

With a final sigh, she let it all out. "I know how it is for us, so I'll cut to the chase. I want a baby, a child of my own." this caught his attention as Yuta suddenly sat up straight and turned to her completely, though his expression seemed disapproving. "I know you hate me, you hate everyone, but while you have work to keep you busy, I have nothing."

"No." his immediate response stopped anymore words leaving her. "We will not be having any kids. You know very well I don't want anything other than that piece of paper tying us together."

"Yuta it's unfair!" this time she spoke louder, getting back up on her feet. "I'm sorry for the pain we all caused you, but I've learned my lesson, and I'm not asking for us to have a baby, I just one on my own."

Yuta's eyes were filled with rage and annoyance, but she didn't back down. "And how exactly are we supposed to make that happen?" he clapped back at her, shaking his head when she continued.

"At least help me adopt." his ears perked up at this. "You said it yourself, our marriage is nothing but a piece of paper. Well, help me adopt a baby by just being a father on paper too. I won't burden you with anything, I'll hire help if I have to, but I've checked and the chances of adopting as a single parent are very low."

She could see Yuta was unconvinced, and pulled out a final stunt as she walked around the table and fell onto her knees in front of him, hands clasped together.

"Please Yuta, I'll ask nothing else of you, just grant me this one thing. I know how hurt you are, but I've been sad too, and I didn't say a thing because I knew I'm part the reason of your pain. I promise I'll leave you alone after this, just sign this one thing and that's it."

Yuta saw her eyes welled with tears, and despite his hatred towards every single person involved in his life, he was not that cruel. Sighing, he motioned her to get up and back in her seat, which she did albeit reluctantly as she still couldn't tell his feelings.

"Did you find one yet?" her ears perked up at his words, but she hid her excitement.

"No, but there's a home in Gwangju, if it's alright with you I was hoping to head there this weekend."

>>>

The trip to Gwangju was filled with silence, even as the two freshened up in the hotel suite, which had two rooms separate as always for them. The morning of their arrival, Yuta had suggested they head to the home that afternoon right away, and Minji had no rejections to them getting things done quickly.

Reaching the children's home, Yuta noticed how Minji's eyes followed all the kids playing around the place, and he couldn't help himself feeling the same. He had always wanted a family, children of his own, but of course all ideas of those dreams were gone the day he lost his will to live. And as pathetic as it felt even to him, the letter was still always in his work bag.

"Hello sir, madam, please come this way." he turned to see a lady greeting them, and followed her to the head office room. The whole building was more of an actual house, and he noticed many adults along with the children. As they sat, the lady stood aside while the main manager came out, an older woman.

"Thank you so much for coming all the way down here Ms Kim. As we're more of a home than adoption center, it's rare we get anybody coming in."

Yuta's ears caught this and made him finally speak up. "What's the difference? I do see more adults here as well, are these children not orphans?" he noticed Minji seemed a little bothered by his question, but didn't pay attention to it.

"Well sir, we're more of a place for the less fortunate, we do have orphans but we also take in single parents, mostly mothers, who in exchange for their children being here offer time to work at our sponsors for minimum wages. It's not entirely the perfect life, but it's the best we do. We also get donations, like Ms Kim has been doing monthly for three years now."

Yuta's eyes switched to Minji, who this time avoided eye contact with him. He decided against questioning it considering it might seem strange to them that her husband had no clue, so he made a mental note to ask later.

"Anyways, the baby we told you about Ms Kim, he's about six weeks by now. His mother left him in our care, and we're so glad you've decided to take him in. With everything else, we were very worried on how we were going to watch a complete newborn ourselves."

Yuta turned away, looking out the windows at the children playing while the women continued their talk. He was here to just sign as the father, and that's really all he intended on focusing on.

Until a sudden call towards him took his attention.

"Daddy?!" the room of adults all turned to the door, where a young girl with long black hair suddenly stood and ran to Yuta, hugging his leg. "Daddy you came! Mommy will be so happy!"

"Haruka don't do that." the lady standing aside pulled away the girl, who only looked at her upset. "So sorry sir. Kid what on earth-"

"That's my daddy teacher! Mommy has the picture remember?"

Both Yuta and Minji looked more confused, but he didn't miss the sudden change of expression on the teacher's face, so suddenly looked at Yuta with shock. But Yuta had another thing in mind, as he stared at the child and thought further about her name.

"Haruka? Why is your name Haruka?"

"Because mommy said you liked the name." the little girl smiled back. At this Minji turned to Yuta, and for once she saw an emotion other than hatred or emptiness.

The teacher quickly carried up Haruka and was about to leave when Yuta stood and stopped her. "Where's her mother?" the teacher looked at the manager, who had a similar expression, both hesitant to answer. Seeing that, Yuta turned back to the little girl.

"What's your mommy's name?"

"Soo-ung."

At this the teacher quickly walked out despite the little girl's protests, but Yuta was quick to follow as she headed to what he assumed was a kitchen. He watched as she barged in, suddenly saying something as he peeked at her passing the girl to someone else. Unable to handle himself, he headed in, and suddenly everything around him became a silent blur.

The teacher gasped as he had entered, and the person now holding Haruka turned around. The moment their eyes met, Yuta wasn't sure if anything was real.

"Ms Lee, take Haru out with you please."

The little girl reluctantly followed the teacher out, not before waving with a smile at Yuta, and they shut the door behind them. Yuta still didn't know how to react as his eyes remained on the person in front of him, and followed them as they came close to him.

"I'm fucking dead aren't I, or dreaming?" his words came out soft despite the harshness, but he was proven wrong when warm hands were placed on his cheeks. "I'm dead... an angel is touching me."

"You must have been a very good boy then."

Those words were all he needed to hear before crashing his lips onto hers, arms tightened around her torso as he kissed hard and passionate, as if never wanting to let her go. Not again.

"It's you... it's really you baby..." in what seemed like eternity, Yuta felt emotions. After years of shunning away from anything and everything, he felt his heart swell up, his chest hurting, his eyes water. "Sooyoung, tell me it's you." he continued speaking through their kiss.

"It's me Yuta..." they pulled away, foreheads still attached as her hands cupped his cheeks again. "I can't believe you're here, all the way down... Yuta..." as if she hadn't been crying every other week, Sooyoung let go of all emotions as tears streamed down her face, and Yuta was quick to pull her into his embrace. The room filled with nothing but their sobs, Yuta's chest and Sooyoung's shoulder drenched in tears.

After some time, as they calmed down, Yuta was first to pull away this time and look at her straight. "Haruka?" he suddenly said questioningly, only for Sooyoung to nod with a half smile.

"I found out a month after I... she's yours, you like the name Haruka, so I kept it..."

Unable to control himself, Yuta let out another sob, but with a smile, before turning around and dashing out the door until he found the same little girl in the hallway. The moment his eyes found hers, he ran to her this time and picked her up, hugging her tight in his arms.

"Ruka..."

"Yay daddy!" the little girl cheered, squealing in joy as Yuta walked back towards Sooyoung with her, who came closer as he hugged both of them together this time.

>

Minji held the baby in her arms close to her chest, smiling ear to ear as the little boy's eyes met hers and she softly touched every part of his face. It had been an hour since Yuta left the room, so she had no choice but to wait for him to sign the papers so she could finally take her little baby home.

He finally did, and she could tell a lot had happened by the state of his red eyes and messed up suite, but she paid no heed as he signed the papers accordingly, just happy to finally be able to take home her baby.

But as they were about to step out the gates, she saw Yuta stopped and hesitated. She turned to him and followed his eyes which focused far towards one of the play areas, and recognised the little girl from earlier. She turned back to him again and saw how broken he looked, her heart in pain from it. Sighing, she thought something she didn't know would be right or wrong, but she needed to say it.

"Stay with them." Yuta's eyes turned to her surprised. "I'll be alright, I told you, I just needed you to sign the paper. You don't have to stick around anymore." with that she walked off to the car, getting in with the driver's help. She waited to see what Yuta would do, until a woman came out and spoke to him.

Minji may have never seen her before, but she was clever to notice the look in Yuta's eyes at the sight of the woman and immediately knew her identity. They had a talk, Yuta looking defeated, and it ended with her giving him a sad smile before he walked back to the car too, much to Minji's surprise.

"I thou-"

"Head back to the hotel, we leave tonight."

>>>

It had been a week, and no matter how happy Minji was with her baby, she was still bothered by what had happened with Yuta. He became even more cold and distant, and whatever hope she had that the baby would somehow get him to care was all in vain as he did not once look its way.

Having had enough, she stormed into his office one night, after putting the baby to sleep, catching him off guard. "Look, I know you're suffering, I understand you're in pain. But what I don't get is why you didn't do something when you finally found them. You could just be with them, no one would care, or you could bring them back here. Why is it so hard for you to make these choices?"

"Shut the fuck up!" her voice disappeared as his suddenly raised, his hands slamming the table as he got up in anger. "You're nothing but a spoilt brat, you'll never understand! Until now at this very second you got everything you've wanted, so no you don't fucking understand my pain! You never will, so just shut up and get back to your baby!"

She stood still in her spot, unable to move in fear even though he told her to leave. Yuta growled before sitting back down, leaning his head back eyes closed and rubbing his temples.

"Then make me understand..." he looked at her annoyed as she spoke softly. "Why don't you be with her?"

"Because she was right." he spat out, tired. "She's not for this world of ours, she's too good for it. And I'm not going to drag someone down to our level of low morality and make her the other woman, no matter how much we love each other, no matter how much I crave to be with her and my child, I will never put her through that. If I can't make her my all, I'd rather not make her anything at all."

>

"Why can't we see daddy again?" Sooyoung's heart broke at her daughter's words. Two weeks later and she still craves to be with her father despite only ever meeting him once. "I miss my daddy..."

"Me too baby..." she laid next Haruka in bed helping to put her to sleep, while her mind was full of the last conversation she had with Yuta.

"I'm staying..."

"No Yuta. It won't be right, you're married. Even if you don't like it, you are, you have a life there."

"Then come with me, please..."

She cupped his face again in her hands, eyes teary.

"You know I can't do that... I'm sorry Yuta, but I care too much about my own dignity to be the other woman, and especially not with Haruka around anymore."

She knew it was selfish of her, but she also knew it was the better choice, especially for her daughter. She knew Yuta was hurting, and she simply prayed he would come back to at least visit, hoping to not break his daughter's heart.

>>>

Maybe it was the new motherhood, or maybe something else, but as she celebrated her son's 6 month birthday, Minji had a sudden thought as she noticed Yuta's absence again. She looked to see her parents playing with her son, and she realised not only was her husband absent, but so were her in-laws.

As night approached and she put her son to sleep, she took a deep breath taking out papers from her bag she had taken earlier that day from her lawyer. Maybe it really was the motherhood, because for a while she thought about her future and there was always one thing she didn't want in it.

To see her son in pain.

And she realised, understood, just how much pain she and the two families had caused so many people. Yuta, Sooyoung, Haruka, and if she continued to live the way she did, her own son too. A missing father was bad enough, but she knew that a present father ignoring the child's existence would be just as worse.

She headed to Yuta's office with the two folders, knocking before heading in, and placing them on the table.

"One's for divorce, the other is custody."

As if for the first time, she was taken aback herself at Yuta's sudden movements of shock as he stood off of his chair and grabbed the two folders to open. But she composed herself quick before continuing.

"The custody is easy, just sign your rights away and I'll have full responsibility over Juno. For divorce I've spoken with my lawyer, it's best if we just stick to what we already own and split anything from either family you may have power over, so I'll keep my family's rights while you keep yours."

Yuta was listening to her, but still confused by everything happening. "You... want to divorce? Now? Why?" he stumbled on his words, eyes scanning the papers until he heard her scoff.

"You're right, we're people of low morality, and until recently I never realised it. But... Juno is my son, and I don't want anything to ever hurt my baby. Call it insightful, but I realised many things, past present and future, and I've decided the best thing to do is for us to split in the most business method possible to avoid any further issues. I don't want my baby to suffer, and by extension I don't want anyone else to keep suffering either."

>

Without hesitation, or even discussing with his parents, Yuta was quick to get their divorce proceedings started. He had his own lawyers look over the contracts, all surprised by how fairly she had actually written them out and even avoided any grey areas, and within a week they had both signed the agreements. Yuta only included one extra clause, which made Minji realise he indeed wasn't a cold-hearted person after all.

Yuta added on that she could keep and live in their current apartment, despite it being bought by him and under his name. But Yuta was ready to give it up and go back to his old place, the one he shared with the woman he loved, the one he called home.

During their engagement, he bought the new apartment just to move out of his old one, he simply couldn't imagine having anyone else live there that's not Sooyoung. Now that his marriage is over, he had no need for his current place, and feeling Minji would require a place to her own anyways decided to just give it to her.

Of course the news reached their parents, and while Minji's side were saddened yet supportive of her, Yuta's parents threw a fit, to the point they flew over just to yell at their son.

But Yuta knew all their words were empty. They no longer had control over his position at his branch considering they handed the whole control to him as a wedding gift, so he smirked as he called up security to his work office. He didn't actually want them dragged out, but he knew it was enough to scare them.

"What will people think of you? Of us?! You even had a child!" his father yelled.

"Correction, she had a child. I just helped her get one without laying a finger on her these past four years. Now please leave my office, I have an important trip to make." Yuta motioned them towards the door with his hand, where security had just arrived and awkwardly stood.

"Why did this even happen?" his mother finally spoke. "How did it come to this point?"

"Easy, unlike you, Minji had some common sense left in her and realised the right thing to do, at least for herself. What kind of couple do you think we'd be if we hadn't ever held hands in public even." he started grabbing his things into his bag, looking at his parents to see their angered and distraught faces.

"What trip are you even doing?"

Closing up his bag, Yuta smiled. A happy smile, at the thought of what tomorrow may just be like for him. The life he wanted, albeit he missed many things, but better late than never.

"I'm going to retrieve something important, something none of you will ever lay a word on ever again."

>

It was closing time for the home, and after settling in the residing children to their beds, Sooyoung cleared away her things and Haruka's before heading out to find her daughter so they could go home themselves. It wasn't that hard for her mother to settle down here, and she was glad for it even if she still didn't feel at home herself.

"Haru, baby." Sooyoung called out as she searched for her daughter along the hallways. Confused by the silence, she noticed people standing at the entrance and decided to check. Their manager, other teachers, and a few of the mothers had been standing there, all with emotional eyes, and she finally heard her daughter's voice.

"Daddy I'm so happy! Are we really going back with you? Yay!"

Her eyes widened as she looked outside to see her daughter being spun around in her father's arms. "Yu... Yuta?" she felt a push, turning to see one of the mother's urging her to go. They all knew about her story, so it was no surprise they were all ecstatic over Yuta's return to their lives.

The said man finally turned to see his long lost lover approaching them slowly, and carefully put down his daughter before heading towards her and pulling her into a hug.

"It's over Sooyoung. I can make you my all again. It'll just be you and me, and our future. I promise."

>>>

so funny story, I had the first idk 10%? written out for almost 2yrs in my drafts... and for some reason this exam season got me so pumped I finished the entire rest in 2 days🤡 so yea hope you all loved it as much as I do hahahah, ignore errors pls

[justforbooks]

By the mid-1950s, the singer Harry Belafonte had taken the lead role in an Oscar-nominated film, Carmen Jones; reached No 1 with his album Calypso, which helped find a mainstream audience for that musical style and became the first album ever to sell more than 1m copies; and headlined major venues around the US.

However, Belafonte found himself unable to use the main entrance to the Las Vegas hotels where he regularly performed – nor could he eat, stay or gamble in them. On tour in the south, he faced an evening curfew because of his skin colour. When he starred with Joan Fontaine in the then controversial film about an interracial relationship, Island in the Sun (1957), he was advised not to mention Fontaine in press interviews for fear of suggesting a romance between them. He learned that the power and respect that usually accompany fame and fortune could be largely illusory as far as black entertainers were concerned.

The enduringly handsome Belafonte, who has died aged 96, had great success not just as a honey-voiced singer and a compelling actor, but also as a passionate and erudite campaigner for civil rights.

The seeds of his ambition and his social conscience were sown by his tough childhood. Harold Bellanfanti was born in Harlem, New York, and raised in a cramped apartment. His parents came from the Caribbean. His father, also called Harold, had been born in Martinique and was an itinerant ship’s cook; his mother, Melvine, born in Jamaica, worked as a domestic servant.

When Harry was six, his father left the family.

The boy was sent by his mother to study in Jamaica, where his American accent made him feel like an outsider at school. In Jamaica, he loved visiting the banana markets; many years later, after his international success with The Banana Boat Song (Day-O), he observed: “Not by chance did that song become my signature. I knew of what I was singing.”

After a few years, Belafonte returned to New York, dropped out of high school and entered the navy. It was 1944 and he was 17. Two strokes of good fortune changed his life. First, he met Marguerite Byrd, a young teacher from a black middle-class family, who four years later became his wife. He abandoned the menial jobs he had been doing and, thanks to the GI Bill of Rights, became a student and enrolled at Erwin Piscator’s drama school, where his peers included Marlon Brando and Sidney Poitier. With the latter, Belafonte trained at the studio theatre of the pioneering American Negro theatre in Harlem.

Except for some off-Broadway shows, he found little work as an actor and began singing, mainly in jazz clubs, such as the Village Vanguard and the Royal Roost in New York, earning a reasonable living for a couple of years. He also began recording, including some of his own songs. Tiring of the routine, in 1950 he opened a small restaurant, the Sage, in Greenwich Village, entertaining customers with folk songs. This, and his attachment to calypsos (he became known as “the Calypso King”), changed his style, and he was soon performing in more prestigious venues. He had signed a deal with Jubilee Records in 1949, and his records began to sell. Throughout his career, he recorded dozens of albums, including live concerts at Carnegie Hall, New York.

Belafonte won a Tony award in 1954 for his performance in the musical revue John Murray Anderson’s Almanac. By then, his film career was under way. After playing a headteacher in Bright Road (1953), he was cast in Otto Preminger’s 1954 movie version of the Broadway hit Carmen Jones, opposite Dorothy Dandridge. This all-black adaptation of Bizet’s Carmen, in which both his and Dandridge’s voices were dubbed, was a considerable success.

In 1957, Belafonte had top 10 hits in the UK with The Banana Boat Song and the title track from Island in the Sun, before achieving his biggest recording success with Mary’s Boy Child, which spent seven weeks at No 1 in 1957 and was re-released for the following two Christmases.

He began to appear on television, toured successfully in Europe and recorded several programmes for BBC television, working for a fraction of his normal fee because he enjoyed the extended nature of the shows, which gave him time to develop his performance. He became one of the first major artists to tour with a multiracial band and he integrated black performers into orchestras in prestige venues where the musicians had been exclusively white.

Belafonte and Byrd divorced in 1957, and he married Julie Robinson, the first white dancer to work with the Katherine Dunham company. The breakdown of his marriage had led Belafonte to seek psychiatric treatment, and his psychiatrist’s husband, a stockbroker, subsequently became Belafonte’s agent and manager, replacing Jack Rollins, the man responsible for masterminding Belafonte’s early career.

The 1950s was a period of considerable civil rights activism for Belafonte, who cited his friend Martin Luther King as the dominant influence on his life. When they first met, in 1954, they were in their mid-20s. “His courage was really quite remarkable,” Belafonte recalled. He embraced King’s message of nonviolence and lent his support to protest movements. With King, Belafonte was one of those who planned the 1963 march on Washington.

In the following year, he helped to raise and then personally delivered, with the assistance of Poitier, $70,000 in cash to support the work of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee in Greenwood, Mississippi. Facing hostility from the Ku Klux Klan, the SNCC was striving to register black voters in the region. “In Mississippi’s vicious climate,” Poitier wrote, “the chances of a Klansman taking a potshot at me were actually pretty high.”

A television show, Tonight With Harry Belafonte (1959), brought Belafonte an Emmy, making him the first African American man to win the award. He returned to the screen in The World, the Flesh and the Devil (1959); the story of racial conflict within the science-fiction genre worked effectively. In the same year he made a thriller, Odds Against Tomorrow, with a racial subtext behind the animosity between two criminals.

Belafonte won a Grammy for best folk performance in 1960 for a powerful album of chain gang songs, Swing Dat Hammer. In 1965 he won another Grammy for best folk recording for an album he made with Miriam Makeba, the anti-apartheid activist. But another musical collaboration, with Petula Clark on her TV special in 1968, raised Belafonte’s profile further. During their performance of the song On the Path of Glory, Clark held Belafonte’s arm – much to the objection of an executive from the show’s sponsor, who feared that this show of intimacy between a white woman and a black man would enrage southern audiences. Clark refused to cut the performance from the programme, which had a warm reception when it was broadcast.

Returning to acting in 1970, he played a black angel, sent to earth to help Zero Mostel, in The Angel Levine, which he co-produced. He fared better producing Buck and the Preacher (1972), directed by his co-star, Poitier. The pair’s subsequent film, Uptown Saturday Night (1974), proved less successful.

In the mid-1980s, inspired by the success of Band Aid’s Do They Know It’s Christmas?, Belafonte helped to organise the charity single We Are the World, written by Lionel Richie and Michael Jackson and recorded by an all-star lineup of musicians including Stevie Wonder, Paul Simon and Diana Ross. The song reached No 1 in the US and the UK and won a Grammy. In 1987 Belafonte replaced Danny Kaye as UNICEF's goodwill ambassador; that year he chaired an International Symposium of Artists and Intellectuals for African Children in Senegal.

Having played himself in the satires The Player (1992) and Prêt-à-Porter (1994), Belafonte made a third film for the director Robert Altman, who cast him as Seldom Seen, a gang boss and club owner, in Kansas City (1996), for which Belafonte received the New York Critics Circle award for best supporting actor. Although he had not taken a leading role in a feature film for nearly 20 years, he was sufficiently tempted by the part of the bigoted Thaddeus Thomas in White Man’s Burden (1995), opposite John Travolta. He also joined the cast of Bobby (2006), Emilio Estevez’s film about Bobby Kennedy, whom Belafonte knew in the 60s.

Belafonte belatedly considered entering full-time politics in the Democratic party, but work, social commitments and family took precedence. Among his ongoing social concerns over the years were the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People; a school for emotionally disturbed boys; the prevention of gang violence; and his own Belafonte Foundation of Music and Arts.

He remained a force to be reckoned with, in 2002 likening the then US secretary of state Colin Powell to a slave who “got the privilege of living in the house if you served the master, exactly the way the master intended to have you serve him”. He lent his support to the Occupy movement in 2011, and when asked in a Guardian interview the following year which living person he most despised, he replied: “George W Bush, for his betrayal of America.”

His autobiography, My Song (2011), was followed by a documentary about his life, Sing Your Song. His final film role was a cameo as a veteran activist in Spike Lee’s BlacKkKlansman (2018).

In 2008, following divorce from his second wife, he married Pamela Frank. She survives him, along with the two daughters of his first marriage, and the son and daughter from his second.

Harry Belafonte was one of the most important and influential campaigning black musicians in American history, though for the public at large he was better known for most of his career for the relaxed, middle-of-the-road image that he projected through his calypsos.

His true character was very different, for in the 60s he used his wealth, fame and organisational skills to bolster the civil rights campaign in the US and bring American attention to the apartheid regime in South Africa, playing a crucial role in promoting the careers of the South African musicians Miriam Makeba and Hugh Masekela.

He was always a smartly dressed figure with a powerful physical presence and a glorious husky growl, but was also a man of considerable bravery. He took part in such major events as the 1965 march from Selma to Montgomery – where he made speeches, but had to leave town lying on the floor of a car, along with Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary, to escape the Klansmen.

But the suave crooner of calypsos was regarded with suspicion by black power leaders because of his links with the white establishment. Belafonte had his own campaign for bringing change, and was quite happy to talk to white politicians, though in 1986 he turned down a request from governor Mario Cuomo to stand for the Democrats as senator in New York.

His agenda included forging links between black Americans and Africa, and in the 60s he helped to organise a trip to several African countries for SNCC activists, because he felt they needed to know more about the continent. But his most important role in Africa was in the anti-apartheid campaign, and his help for exiled South African musicians.

Belafonte first learned about Makeba after being approached in the lobby of the Dorchester Hotel in London by Trevor Huddleston, the priest (and later bishop) who helped found the anti-apartheid movement. Belafonte helped her to obtain a visa to the US and then guided her to becoming an international celebrity. They often performed and toured together, with Makeba calling him “my big brother”, and it was with Belafonte that she performed in 1962 at President John F Kennedy’s birthday celebration at Madison Square Garden. Belafonte helped Masekela, also an exile in the US, by arranging a scholarship for him.

In 1988 Belafonte released the South African-influenced album Paradise in Gazankulu, which included the political songs Capetown and We Are the Wave, and in the same year he gave a powerful speech at the Nelson Mandela 70th birthday tribute at Wembley Stadium, watched by a television audience of hundreds of millions across the world. In 2003 he was reunited with Makeba, when they recorded an album together.

Throughout his career he always matched his genial persona with political commitment – and sometimes anger. A passionate campaigner for gun control in the US, he chastised fellow black Americans in 2013 for failing to speak up on the issue. The easy-going calypso singer and actor was also a major political force.

🔔 Harry Belafonte (Harold George Bellanfanti), singer, actor and activist, born 1 March 1927; died 25 April 2023

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