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lordprettyflackotara · 1 month ago

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blue || masky

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: this is really depressing angsty smut / this is the au/theorywhere masky isn’t a split personality but instead an alter ego tim created to cope with his new homicidal tendencies as a proxy

Masky stared at the outside of your house, the yellow illumination from your bedroom window signaling to him you were awake. As usual, you were always a night owl.

It had been four months since he had mysteriously disappeared. Tim Wright along with Brian Thomas both vanished into thin air exactly four months ago. Neither of the two had been seen since, the trail detectives followed leading to a dead end. Since then Masky couldn’t bring himself to recall the horrors he had been through. His brain had been fried to practical mush, his humanity and grasp of reality slipping away more and more each day. But even through it all, he couldn’t forget you. You were his first love, his one true love in this lifetime. Despite The Operator’s attempts to make him forget you and protest to him seeing you, Masky still made it to your back door.

He had been stalking you from a far in his spare time, reading your diary and making sure you were taken care of. He knew you kept a spare key in the plant by your back door, hoping he’d come to you. He dug in the shallow dirt, locating the key. He’d come back for you, one last time.

Masky had tried to live his life in black and white since becoming a proxy, but it still had the faintest tint of blue everytime he thought of you. He was only human after all. He unlocked your back door, slipping inside of your quiet house with ease. Your cat, Bee, rubbed against his leg, purring in delight. The white cat adored him, her satisfaction ensuing from his mere presence. Masky petted her gently, before chuckling as she brushed her long tail against his gloved hand. “Where’s my princess Bee? Take me to her,” He whispered. Sure, Masky could’ve made an educated guess, your television upstairs still playing whatever show you were binge watching. You usually did that, fall asleep while staying up late. Masky usually would tuck you in afterwards, making sure the ac was lowered and the tv was turned off. He wondered if he’d be able to do the same now, Bee’s collar jingling as she climbed upstairs.

Masky followed behind her, taking a deep breath as she pranced into your room. “Hi Bebe, come here,” You greeted. Masky took this as his cue to round the corner, taking off his mask. Your eyes widened, your body unable to move fast enough to scramble to get out of bed. You ran to your lover, throwing your arms around him in pure bliss. You soaked in his forest like scent, holding him close to you. “Tim, you’re back,” You cried, tears of joy forming in your eyes. Masky reluctantly hugged you back, patting your hair with one hand while the other held you close. “Hey there princess,” Masky greeted, the sweet nostalgic nick name sounding like pure honey. You nuzzled your face into his chest, afraid to loosen your grip. “I knew you’d come back to me,” You say. You weren’t able to hide the smile that danced across your lips. You looked up, your eyes brighter than Masky had seen them in months. “I’m not here to stay, i’m here to say goodbye,” He informed you. Your smile fell, as did your face. Your eyebrows furrowed, causing you to take a step back. “Goodbye? What happened to you? Are you out of your mind?” You asked, your voice cracking.

Masky took your hand guiding you over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and began spilling his guts. He told you everything he could remember, most of his memory unreliable and spotty. He told you about Brian becoming Hoodie, The Operator, what his life been like the past four months. He watched your face shift from disbelief to pure horror. Tears had pricked in the corners of your eyes, your big eyes welling up uncontrollably. You tried to keep the hysterics inside, keeping a straight face as Masky told you everything. At first you hoped he was joking, that this was some sort of sick joke he was playing on you. The sorrow that laced each word told you that he was far from joking. His face had hardened drastically upon closer inspection, faint scars revealed through the illumination of your television on his neck. As he finished you both sat in silence, Bee rubbing against his leg. "Oh Tim...." You whispered. You threw your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Masky returned your hug, flashes of the gruesome murders he had committed flashing though his mind. "Tim died a long time ago princess, i'm what remains. My name is Masky," He whispered back. Unlike Hoodie who had developed a split personality, Tim created an alter homicidal ego to deflect the things he had done onto.

Timothy Wright died on the basement floor somewhere in the mansion, the ancient concrete bricks the last thing he had saw. The last thought he had though? Was of you. Your sweet smile, your laughter. He held you for a moment, listening to you softly cry into his jacket. He wondered if he should have even came. Maybe you would've been better off wondering what happened to him for the rest of your life. The ignorance would have been bliss. You pulled away slowly, your glassy eyes meeting his. "And there's no way out?" You asked softly. Masky shook his head, cupping your face with his hand. "I love you princess. I always have," He confessed. Your eyes flickered back and forth, searching for the Tim you once knew. The life had drained from Masky's face, all that remained being a moving body lacking a soul. You brought your lips to his, the salty tears trailing down your cheeks. "This is the last time i'm seeing you right?" You breathed, your lips not wanting to stray from his. Masky glanced down at your plump lips, before gazing into your doe eyes. "That's right," He murmured. You tilted your head to the side, licking your lips' "Give me something to remember you, something that I can miss the rest of my life," You pleaded.

The dark emotions placed a weight on your chest, the kind that one only feels when starting the grieving process. You weren't ready to grieve with the fact your lover was gone, even if he sat before you. Masky brought his lips back to yours, roughly kissing you. He guided you to lay back onto the mattress, his touch familiar but different. He was a bit rougher and more assertive. And more.... desperate? He shrugged his jacket off, tossing it aside. You wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer, before sliding your tongue on his bottom lip. He granted you access, the two of you quickly becoming intertwined underneath the comforter. The netflix show was forgotten, Masky shoving off his gloves. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs, before pulling at the hem of your oversized night shirt. He looked down, noticing it was an old Green Day shirt of his. A pang of hurt shot at his heart, the proxy shaking his head as he tossed it on your bedroom floor. He placed kisses on your neck, trailing down to your breast. You bucked your hips upwards, desperate to feel him closer. He kissed your breast, your nipples hardening from the cool night air.

You tried to focus on how good Masky made you feel, attempting to ward off the thoughts of sadness. He brought one of your nipples to his mouth, sucking harshly at the bud. You gasped at the sensation, his warm tongue swirling around the nipple. You grabbed a handful of his hair, groaning. "I fucking missed you," You groaned, his eager hands pulling down your pajama pants and panties in one swoop. He used his index and middle finger to toy with your other nipple, causing your back to arch off of the bed. He ran two fingers up your drenched slick, relishing in the feeling of your wet folds. The ones he had dreamt of feeling one more time. "I missed you too princess," He panted, releasing your nipple with a bop. You whimpered as he brought his fingers to your entrance, your walls clenching around him. "You've been a good girl, saving yourself for me?" Masky asked, his voice hoarse. You nodded frantically, asking to move your hips to make him go deeper. "I knew you'd come back for me. I haven't even touched myself," You confessed, your face flushing red. He shoved his fingers in deeper, curling them upwards. "That's my girl, so loyal and good for me," Masky huffed. Your gummy walls clung to his digits, his fingers curling upwards and going faster and faster.

You couldn't process the man fingering you wasn't the man you once knew. That the one with his fingers buried in your pussy wasn't the same one who used to play with your hair until you fell asleep. Your brain couldn't accept that he was gone and replaced with a homicidal carbon copy. You tried to focus on the pleasure, forcing yourself to pretend this was just another night. That Tim, the man you knew, was coming back and this wouldn't be the last time you saw what was left of him. You whined as his fingers abused your g spot, curses falling off of your lips involuntarily. Masky enjoyed the sight of ruining you, your face scrunched up in pleasure that only he could provide you. Maybe he was incredibly selfish, allowing his possessiveness result in you only able to love him and no one else. He felt your walls squeeze him tighter, your first orgasm on the rise. "Taking my fingers so well princess, why dont you go ahead and cum for me?" Masky asked. You wanted to moan Tim's name, tears flooding your waterline once you realized you couldn't. Masky couldn't fall off of your tongue, that couldn't be the way you remembered the man you were in love with. You swallowed as you cried out, your vision temporarily white as you released on his fingers.

Masky slowly pulled them out of you, sucking your juices off of his fingers. "I've missed the way you taste," He breathed, fiddling with his jeans. Through the dim lighting of the television you could make out scars all over his body, from his shoulders, hands, to chest. His undershirt covered most of his chest, but you could still see the scars peeking out over the material. He tapped the head of his cock against your folds, causing you to squirm. "So cute and desperate," Masky mumbled, pushing himself inside of you. The stretch was sudden and intense, having not touched yourself since he left. Masky grabbed your legs, bringing them over his shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you. He was so impossibly deep, pressing his forehead against yours as his cock brushed against your g spot. "This is how I wanna remember you," You whispered. Masky's chocolate eyes met yours, a chuckle escaping his throat. "With my cock buried inside of you?" He asked. You nodded, meeting his assertive gaze. "The way you make love to me makes me feel infinite and I want to remember that for the rest of my time on this Earth," You said breathlessly. Masky didn't take your confession lightly, his heart aching at the notion of leaving you. He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he began to move his hips. You tilted your head back, moaning as he fucked you.

There was something so desperate about his movements, as if they were made so deliberately. As if he were trying to make them as pleasurable as possible to give you something to remember him by. As if your entire relationship wasn't enough. It suddenly felt like a blur of the past, the savory memories you had not enough. Masky began to pick up the pace, fucking you with as much passion as he could muster. “You feel so fuckin tight, shit,” Masky groaned, abusing your cunt as he pleased. You dug your nails into his back, trying to hang on as he fucked you mercilessly. It felt like it wasn’t enough, your body hooked on the feeling he was providing you. All thoughts of grief had been pushed aside, your legs trembling as he fucked you into the mattress. “Fucking shit, Tim-” You cried out. The proxy wanted to correct you, to remind you that version of him was long gone. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it, instead placing his hand over your mouth to silence you. The breathing restriction only made you milk his cock harder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came. Masky wasn’t far behind you, his hips stuttering as he came inside of you.

You were both intertwined panting messes, Masky slowly pulling himself off of you. He began to redress himself, your small hand grabbing his arm. “Dont leave, not yet,” You whined. Masky looked down at you, cum dripping out of your cunt and face flushed. Yet your eyes were still centered on him, as if he were the center of your universe. “You know I can’t stay,” Masky whispered. You tried to ignore the pain in your chest, swallowing. “I know that. Just pretend to stay, just until I fall asleep,” You pleaded. Masky finished pulling up his pants, crawling back into bed beside you. You nuzzled up against his chest, soaking in his warmth. He began to stroke your hair, trying to do it the way he used to. You appreciated the effort, but you felt the difference. His touch was much rougher now, unintentionally. A single tear slid down your face as he wrapped you in his arms.

“It’s easier this way, pretending you’ll be here when I wake up.”

“I know.”

“I love you, I always will.”

“I love you too princess, I’ll never forget you.”

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imthebadguyyy · 10 months ago

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Arms

pairing : sirius black x reader

fandom : marauders/hp

synopsis : sirius realizes there's no place that feels more like home than your arms.

warnings : self depreciating thoughts, insecurity

a/n : felt like wandering into the realm of the marauders! do let me know if you want more :) inspired mildly by francesca by Hozier

sirius sat with james, while remus and peter sat across from them, both pouring liberal amounts of gravy onto their plates. james was also digging into an obnoxiously large amount of roast potatoes and chicken, barely pausing for a breath as he scarfed down the food.

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the great hall was not buzzing with the sound of students chattering as it usually did, and the sound remained at the decibel of a small hive of bees, while the professors murmured softly at the grand table, the munch of the many treats laid on the table for the christmas eve dinner.

sirius himself didn't feel that hungry, fork half heartedly poking at the beans on his plate. his eyes roamed around the hall, taking in the tiny mass of people at the other tables, and at dumbledore pulling mice out of his purple witches hat - his christmas special.

that very morning, his owl had dropped off a rather nasty howler from his darling mother, once again choosing to call him a colourful variety of insults and ending with her usual "disgrace and traitor to the black boodline" bullshit, followed by a chorus of "mixing with mudbloods and muggles" that had him clenching his fists in frustration.

then, his father orion had also decided to grace him with a scathing letter he burned the moment he received, but not before catching the words "shame to my bloodline", which once again had him sighing and rubbing the sore spot on his temples.

he had ignored it initially, focusing instead on the beautiful hand knitted scarf, golden watch and basket of sweets and treats he had received from euphemia and fleamont, with a small engraved gryffindor lion at the back of the watch.

he had also received a leather jacket from you, and homemade strawberry pies that you had made with help from the elves in the kitchen, and a set of silver rings to go with his pre existing ones.

remus had gifted him a muggle record called rumors from a band called Fleetwood Mac, that you had freaked out over and told him you'd listen to together because they were your favourite band ever and you'd be damned if he discovered your favourites on the album without you.

james himself had bought him bundles full off tricks and games from hogsmeade, and a framed picture of the marauders, along with a small replica of his own quidditch jersey because, "everyone has to know you're my number one fan pads!"

even marlene had gifted him a bunch of chocolate frogs, and mary had got him a postcard from venezuela and chocolate because her parents were visiting. lily had sent him muggle posters of his favorite bands as well.

but despite the merriment, the niggling insecurity of not being enough played on his mind the whole time, creeping like a shadow, insecurity slithering through the corridors of his mind, casting doubts where there once was light.

his mind was spiralling, as he looked at his plate, gulping as a sudden lump appeared in his throat. james was reading a letter from his mum to remus and peter, telling him about their travels in egypt, and peters mum had sent sweets for them to share at dinner.

oh how he longed for a mom who would write him sweet letters and send him sugary treats instead of venom coated words and flame bursting letters, a father who would teach him how to tie his tie properly for class, or tell him tales of his childhood.

sirius longed for a family to love and hold him always. and the closest he had to that was you and james.

as his thoughts turned to you, he was distracted by a sudden crash as the doors were flung open, as you rushed in, followed by the two friends with whom you sang as part of the hogwarts band, your red robes flaring as you rushed to find your spot beside him at the table.

with a pant, you flung yourself down, taking heaving breaths to calm your racing heart.

"well hello little miss" james said through a mouthful of peas, making you scrunch your nose in disapproval. "where were ya?" remus asked, piling on food onto your plate before it changed course.

"i was at band practice! we just lost track of time and then had to rush because we were so hungry!" you exclaimed, while your hands reached for sirius' under the table, taking his cold palm in yours, squeezing it tenderly to get the blood flow back in them, bringing it up for a quick peck to the knuckles before interlacing his fingers with yours.

sirius felt his heart physically slow down as he watched you, laughing a joke remus made, poking fun at james and messing around with peter. he watched as you cut the roasted potatoes into smaller chunks, dipping them in extra butter as you popped them into your mouth, and the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled.

he watched the way your hair fell, little strands framing your face as you brushed them off impatiently, all while leaning forward for a slice of a chocolate tart and icecream that had just appeared.

he watched as you put a slice of apple pie on his plate, topping it with a healthy dollop of cream, and passing it to him with a saccharine sweet smile and a murmur of "your favourite siri!" and he felt his heart flutter again.

what he didn't note was the crease in your eyebrow as you looked at your friend, the darl circles under his eyes, the slight stoop to his posture, the way his smile came out forced, lips pressed tight together with none of his gorgeous smile lines appearing around his eyes and lips.

he failed to note the way you drew a sharp breath when you felt the rough skin of his palms, coarse from all the times he dug his nails into the delicate skin to control the rage and hurt he felt at his family. the way your eyes softened as you looked at him, the way his lack of obnoxiously lewd jokes and quick wit made him look so vulnerable that it shattered your heart into a million pieces.

after the crackers were pulled and you had packed up a "grow your own warts" kit and many a butterbeer flavoured candy and a few white mice, he squeezed your hand again, gesturing towards the gryffindor common room, leaving the boys chatting with a few members of the ravenclaw quidditch team who had stayed back for christmas as well.

murmuring the password to the fat lady, you stumbled into the common room with sirius, who had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. you sunk into your favourite armchair, and giggled when sirius fell into you with a muffled "thump"

even though you were 'just friends', you knew him better than anyone else and he knew it as well as you did.

the cozy red armchair with its plush cushioning looked as inviting as ever as he settled into it, legs haphazardly tossed over yours. affection was a major part of your relationship with sirius, having become fast friends since the first year at hogwarts.

ever since you were joint at the hip, bonding over a shared love of music, shared comfort in silence, shared trauma and a love for leather. you were as much a part of the marauders as any of the other boys, and sirius couldn't quite point to the time when you had become such fast friends.

he buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, absorbing the lilting notes of vanilla and shea, and fiddling with the loose strands of hair at the base of your neck. you hummed softly, some melody that had been playing on your mind, hands gently running through his dark locks, nails scratching softly at his scalp.

"you okay?" you asked, noting the tenseness of his shoulder muscles, and the still present frown between his eyebrows.

a non commital shrug was the only response.

worry began to seep into your mind, surprised at how your usually bubbly bestfriend was decidedly unbubbly.

"you don't seem okay babe" you stated, lifting his chin so he was looking at you.

his stormy gray eyes reflected doubt and insecurity dancing like lightning, casting shadows of uncertainty that loomed deep in his mind.

to your surprise, tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring raindrops, poignant with a tempest of emotions swirling within, creating a tumultuous scene of vulnerability and insecurity.

"oh sweetheart.." you cooed softly, shuffling so he was engulfed in your arms. you felt him bury his face deeper into your neck, clinging to you desperately as if he was worried you'd disappear into thin air.

"talk to me honey" you whispered, trying to coax him out of his hiding place.

just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the common room swung open and remus james and peter trooped in, followed by a few other gryffindors.

they stopped short, taking in the scene before them, their best mate in tears in the arms of the girl he loved who happened to be his best friend.

"mate are you-" james began, only to be cut off by a glare from remus.

"who don't you go up to our dorm y/n? I'll make sure no one goes up" remus said, staring at your pointedly, offering a soft smile to you when you nodded.

"i think we'll take you up on the offer, is that okay with you siri?" you asked, still softly stroking his hair.

he nodded against you, and followed you silently as you took his hand in yours and draped an arm around his torso, pressing a kiss to his temple as you led him up the winding staircase to the boys dormitory.

as soon as you were inside, you led him over to his bed, gently pushing him down so he was sitting, eyes looking unseeingly at the posters and polaroids that graced his headboard.

with worried eyes, you watched his gaze flicker back and forth, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"talk to me siri, im right here" you cooed, kneeling down in front of him, hands resting on his knees, drawing tiny circles with your pinky over the material of his robes.

"are you here with me love?" you asked, watching the black in his pupils darken as he spaced out. you watched as he jolted a little, looking at you almost alarmed, before the tears began to drip down his cheeks.

the first drop had you sprinting into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him, kicking your shoes off as you squeezed him tight, knees resting in between his own, as he sobbed into your chest.

you'd seen him cry before, but never like this. broken sobs spilled from his salty lips, dampening the material of your robes, and small choked sounds escaped his lips, along with deep strangled breaths as he gripped your waist to keep himself grounded.

he cried for what seemed like hours while you whispered sweet reassurances to him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his hands, placing his hand on your chest to feel the steady beating of your heart.

"m' right here darling, let it all go, I've got you, i promise, I'll be right here to hold you honey" you whispered to him, rocking him back and forth like a child.

sirius gripped you even tighter, clinging to you as if you were his lifeline.

eventually, his sobs slowed,and he pulled back, eyes red and swollen and face glistening with tears. even when his hair was messy and he looked like a wreck, he looked ethereal.

"oh my beautiful boy" you said, kissing the top of his head. "tell me what you need" you said, interlacing your hands.

"you, just need you" he said, and the way his broke on the word 'you' shattered your heart into a million pieces.

"just give me one second darling, okay?" you said, walking into their bathroom and taking out a clean handkerchief from your pocket. you soaked it in some water, bringing it back to him, gently wiping his eyes and then his face with it, leaving kisses on every spot you cleaned for him, before taking a comb from his nightstand and slowly untangling the mess that his hair was.

sirius watched as you combed his hair, eyebrows furrowed in attention, and he swore his heart fell even more for you.

"d'ya think you can tell me what's wrong sugar?" you asked, biting you lip when he flashed you a smile at the nickname.

"yeah" he nodded, tugging you down so you were cuddled into his side. "oh wait!" you exclaimed, fishing some chocolate out your pocket and offering a piece.

he took it with a smile, letting it melt on his tongue as he looked at you.

you were now snuggled into his shoulder, your ankle intertwined with his as you lay across from him, hand gently holding his, as his other hand traced patterns on your hip.

"darling mother of mine sent me a howler this morning for a christmas present" he said with a dry chuckle.

"did she now?" you said, anger simmering deep in your bones. "yeah, and then sperm donator sent me a lovely letter as well" he said, chuckling a little at his own nickname for his father.

"mmhmm" you said, tracing his thumb.

"yeah, jus' caught me off guard" he mumbled

"you do know that whatever they say is not true, right?" you asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"yeah but- fuck, darling, it gets hard sometimes. sometimes I feel like I am a traitor and failure. sometimes i feel like I'm not worthy of being a human, I'm not worthy of being a friend, I'm not worthy of being loved i-" he broke off, looking at the ceiling.

"you are more than just a name, sirius. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being human, and you are worthy enough to have friends who care about you" you said firmly, forcing him to look back at you.

"it just hurts me sometimes" he admitted

"i know sweetheart" you cooed again. you felt like no words you said were enough when it came to this topic.

"am i really worthy of being loved?" he asked suddenly, turning his face to look at you.

"of course" you said. the silence got louder for a moment. "siri?" you asked, voice lighter than honeycomb.

"theres something Ive been wanting to tell you" he got out in a rush. "ever since we met on the train on our way here, from the tender age of eleven, my heart silently declared its allegiance to you. each passing day has been a testament to a love that started as a whisper and has grown into a resounding echo in my soul. darling, with every sunrise and every moonlit night, my affection for you deepens, as if there's an infinite well within me, filling with the boundless affection i hold for you. you are the constant melody in the symphony of my existence, and i fall harder for you with each beat of my heart" he said, turning to look at you.

you felt tears welling in your own eyes, and it only felt right when you leaned forward, pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones.

to him, you tasted of strawberries and cocoa, warm and sweet and oh so extravagant, a taste so luxurious he couldn't get enough of it.

to you, he tasted of cigarette smoke, mint and cocoa, an intoxicating taste you couldn't get enough of

his lips pressed deeper against yours, hand grasping your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him, as he poured all his love and passion out for you.

time stopped, the world slowed and your heartbeat dropped to the lowest of lows. relaxed. calm. loved.

finally, when your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, you drew away, chests heaving as you looked at each other.

a slight flush lay on his cheeks, tinges of red littering his cheekbones. you could feel a heat thrumming in your own cheeks, and your heart felt like it was racing a million miles an hour.

"i don't know how long I've waited to say that to you" he breathed out, nuzzling his nose to yours.

"since our shared days at eleven, my heart has been a clandestine haven for the enchantment you brought into my life. you don't know how happy you made me with this. in the quiet dance of our days, my affection for you has blossomed into a resplendent garden, and with every sunrise, I find myself immersed deeper in the captivating allure of our love. you are the symphony that resonates in my heart, and i cherish you always" you told him, pressing a kiss to the swell of his cheekbone.

sirius felt his cheeks burn a deep red, and he tilted your lips up to press a searing kiss to them again.

"i love you" he gasped against your lips, drawing you closer to him.

"i love you too" you murmured against his lips moulding your body to him.

and as sirius lay there in your arms, pressing kisses as sweer and delicate as spun sugar against every part of your body but especially your lips, he realised there was no other place that felt more like home than your arms.

you.

you were his home.

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a/n : I've missed writing so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! marauders is a new field for me but if u have any reqs/ideas please do send in asks! happy reading ☺️♥️

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nonbinary-potatoes · 23 days ago

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Prompt: star 05/11/12 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 464

"I don't get it," Evan said, looking at the piece of parchment Barty had handed him. He had read it three times, and all Barty did was stare expectantly.

"It's my divination work. We're doing star readings," Barty explained at last. He took the paper back and pointed at a diagram of different stars labelled with different times and dates.

"This one here" he pointed at a constellation label 01/09/72 12:34 "is when I met you" he grinned widely, digging in his pocket and slotting a green apple lollipop in his mouth. He spoke around the sweet as he continued to explain.

"See because... I don't know if some air and fire sign was aligned with mercury when we met. That means we're actually soul mates, " he laughed, taking the lollipop out his mouth and offering it to Evan. Evan took it and tucked it safely between his lips, raising an eyebrow at Barty's explanation.

"S'a good job, I already knew that," Evan joked, frowning as Barty continued to drone on about divination, not even acknowledging the hilarious joke he had made.

Barty had taken all 12 OWLS and seemed to enjoy every subject equally and was physically unable to shut up about every assignment and tidbit of information he learnt. Evan wouldn't have been shocked if he could pass all 12 just from having to share a room with Barty.

After far too long of listening to how the universe allegedly was certain that he and his boyfriend were meant to be, something he had to listen to a slightly different explanation of everytime Barty came back from divination, Evan had grown slightly bored. It wasn't that he didn't love Barty - he loved him to bits and peices, and he did love watching Barty talk about things he found interesting and how he was not so subtly showing his love for Evan even if it was in an odd way. But you can only listen to your boyfriend say mercury is in the microwave, and that makes us soul mates so many times before it feels like overkill.

"Bee..." Evan said, taking the near gone lollipop from his mouth to speak "Bee" he repeated himself after Barty didn't listen. "For fucks sake.." Evan grumbled under his breath, leaning foreward and pressing a short kiss onto Barty’s lips.

"I love you, but please, can we talk about anything but divination?" Evan half pleaded, trying to come off light and joking.

Barty took the lollipop back and nodded, biting down on the remains of the candy and thinking for a moment before tossing the marked work aside and grinning madly - his teeth stained slightly green.

"Did I tell you I read this book on necromancy..." Barty began, and Evan was content to just listen.

#gay dead wizards #marauders #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders era #marauders fic #mauraders #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty crouch x evan rosier #evan loves barty #barty x evan #bcj #efr #rosekiller prompts #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic

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queer-media-tourney · 9 months ago

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Here are all 64 round 1 polls:

Rent vs Orphan Black

Heartstopper vs Orange is the New Black

Carol (2015) vs Bugsnax

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern vs Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Fienburg

Red, White and Royal Blue vs This is how you lose the time war by Amar el-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Our Flag means Death vs Always human by Ari North

The last of us two vs On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden

Heartbreak High vs Shameless

Undertale vs The Handmaiden

Young Royals vs Revolutionary Girl Utena

Sens8 vs Carry on by Rainbow Rowell

Bee and puppycat vs The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Yuri on Ice vs Ranma ½

Q-force vs Feel Good

Torchwood vs The interview with a Vampire (2022)

Homestuck vs Good Omens

Some like it hot vs Killing Eve

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off vs Bound (1996)

It's a sin vs Magnus Chase by Rick Riordan

Doctor Who vs Portrait of a young lady on fire

Steven Universe vs Saltburn

Xena Warrior Princess vs Cyberpunk 2077

Welcome to Nightvale vs Schitt's creek

Night in the woods vs A league Of their own

Lisa Frankenstein vs The boys in the band (1970)

Black Sails vs Owl House

Hannibal vs The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Bottoms vs The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir

The picture of Dorian Grey vs Adventure time

The Sandman (comic) vs Supernatural

Maurice (1987) vs Hazbin Hotel

Nimona vs Love Simon

Epithet Erased vs What we do in the shadows

Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs The Other Two

One Day at a time (2017) vs Falsettos

She-ra and the princesses of power vs Dykes to Watch Out for

Celluloid Closet vs Harley Quinn

But I'm a cheerleader vs Vida

Angels In America vs Glee

Hooky by Míriam Bonastre Tur vs They both die in the end by Adam Silvera

Will and Grace vs Paris is Burning

Sanders Sides vs The Magnus Archives

The L word vs Goncharov

Queer as Folk vs Paper Girls

Boys don't cry vs Dracula

All of us strangers vs Yellow jackets

The Song of Achilles vs D.E.B.S

Brokeback Mountain vs Dead end: paranormal park

Carmilla vs Pride (2014)

The Bifrost Incident vs Pink Flamingos

Call me by your name vs Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Grishaverse vs Roswell New Mexico

Riverdale vs We Know the Devil

Stardew Valley vs Pose

Disco Elysium vs Different For girls

Banana fish vs my own private Idaho

Celeste vs Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin

Everything Everywhere all at once vs Outer Wilds

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar vs Victor/Victoria

Moonlight vs Stranger things

The birdcage vs Midnight Cowboy

The Watermelon Woman vs The Ritz

The haunting of Bly Manor vs Epic of Gilgamesh

Fun Home by Alison Bechdel vs How to survive a plague

#queer media tourney

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rosiesocosy · 2 months ago

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I did it! I finally made a cosy list of art prompts for October. This is my version of Inktober! And I call it:

COSYTOBER! 😍

For years I didn't make my own because I figured, I'm just a really small artist and basically have no reach, so who is going to join in, you know? And that really hasn't changed much. 😂 However, I really want to do this at least once in my life. And I feel if there was ever a time to do it, this is it. In between hospital visits and struggling with real life stuff, I need some cosy art.

Here are the cosy prompts for October:

Pumpkin

Leaf

Broom

Bunny

Fox

Frog

Soup

Mushroom

Book

Moon

Rainbow

Witch

Cat

Hedgehog

Ladybug

Brew

Ghost

Picnic

Owl

Rain

Forest

Cosy

Hat

Wand

Spooky

Pie

Magic

Bee

Sparkles

Cauldron

Halloween

All human-made art is welcome. Traditional and digital. Whether you like sketching, drawing, or painting, everyone can join in! Maybe you prefer cross stitching, sewing, modelling clay, or paper crafts. As long as it's creative and created by you! Everyone is free to participate.

Please tag me (I'm RosieSoCosy on all the socials) and use hashtag #cosytober2024 so I can find your work!

Don't worry about having to do all of them. I know the pressure prompt lists can give, and I want this to be fun and cosy. If you can't do them all, that's fine. So do whatever works for you. ❤

I will be sharing my own progress on my blog, here, and other socials. I will check out and share my favourite entries. I might stream some of this over on Twitch. If you plan on streaming/recording the prompts, let me know, and I'll try my best to watch!

Happy Cosy Spooky Season! 🎃🍂

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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everyone but her pt.15

Summary: Detention can't keep you down, but Yoko certainly wants to give you a piece of her mind. When you're finally free and you stand Wednesday up again, she decides to investigate and learns a bit more than she was prepared for.

Word Count: 6.0k Warnings: swearing, making out (so slightly suggestive themes), slight description of injuries Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist) Taglist: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @n0p35 @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @asters-abditory @alexkolax @thenextdawn @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot @the-night-owl-blr @natashasapphic @parkersmyth @alilbitlesbian @irish-piece-of-trash @rainbow-love4ever @audigay @bakugounuggets @myfturn

Larissa was on the verge of separating you and Miss Addams to opposite ends of the room.

It was her own fault for having assumed you and Miss Addams, of all people, would have behaved in detention. You were naturally nothing but trouble, and Miss Addams had been stirring the pot ever since she had been accepted into Nevermore. Yes, you had gotten slightly better since admitting your feelings for Miss Addams, but she should have known better.

“Pass one more note,” Larissa said without looking up; she heard all movement in the room halt, “and you shall be separated.”

You groaned, and Larissa looked up in time to see you put the note on your desk and get back to your excessive late homework. You should have done them earlier, she thought, but she knew better. It was getting closer to your birthday; you wouldn’t be able to properly finish your work until it had passed.

She leaned back in her chair and watched you doodle aimlessly on your work. Thankfully it was your right arm that was stabilised; your handwriting would’ve been illegible if your left had been injured. Two weeks of stabilisation had done little for the cut under your eye or your broken nose, but at least you were almost cleared to have a little more mobility. Maybe you could finally sleep and ease the bags under your eyes.

“Principle Weems?” Mister Ottinger asked, drawing Larissa’s attention to him. “May I go take care of the hive?”

“Of course you may,” she said with a smile. “As a bonus, we will consider this your last day of detention.”

His face lit up as he gave a quick “thank you” and gathered his things. She had to admit, he was a sweet kid, she understood why you had gone to keep him safe in the woods. It did not excuse your recklessness, but she understood your intentions.

“Principle Weems.” She sighed. “May I go help with the bees?”

“No you may not,” she answered without hesitation.

“Oh come on,” you huffed, “I’m an integral part of the Hive Society.”

“You most certainly are not,” Larissa shot back once she saw the defiance in your eyes. “Besides, if anyone needs to serve out the entirety of their detention, it’s you.”

“Well that’s just rude,” you mumbled, but she saw the way your shoulder relaxed slightly.

“Since we’re on the topic,” Miss Sinclair voiced, “may I go too?”

“Yes you may,” she said with another smile and a pointed look at you. “We will consider this your last day as well.”

“See you later, Wednesday,” Miss Sinclair called out as she very quickly left the office.

And the delinquents were down to two. Of course it was the two most troublesome ones as well, Larissa shouldn’t have been surprised. Miss Addams would never dare to ask to leave early, and she would never give the option. But you, no, she wanted you to stay longer than necessary. You had been avoiding her since you had gotten back from Spring Break, and she was determined to find out why.

Paper rustled just enough to become suspicious. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as you handed Thing - she had long since gotten used to his presence around Nevermore - a folded piece of paper. He in turn crawled across the floor until hopping up on the desk and handing the paper to Miss Addams. The ghost of a smile appears on her lips as she reads it before writing one back, and the cycle continues.

“Miss Addams,” Larissa said once it hit 7 in the evening, “you are free to go.”

She didn’t say anything before grabbing her things and leaving. Your eyes followed her until the door closed and she was officially out of view. It almost made Larissa chuckle when you slunk further into your chair now that you were the only one left in the office.

“This isn’t fair,” you said, apparently feeling free enough to speak your mind now that everyone was gone.

“You were the one who put yourself in direct danger,” Larissa said, finally putting all of her work down to focus on you. “If anything, you should have gotten a worse punishment than simple detention.”

“If keeping someone safe gets me punished, then I’ll just mind my own business next time,” you threw back at her.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” It was difficult to see you this way; injured, frustrated, defiant. In pain. “Are you going to tell me what this recklessness is really about?”

You sighed, twirling the chewed up pencil between your fingers. A nervous habit that, truthfully, Larissa hadn’t seen you do in a few months. It brought a sharp pain to her chest as she watched your eyes focus on the pencil, eventually glazing over before you dropped it and it brought you back to the present.

“Marcus called a few weeks ago,” you said so softly, so tearfully. “He wants to cut Nicky off.”

Oh. Now that. That would explain things.

“He can’t just do that.” Your bottom lip quivered as you looked down at the papers in front of you. “He can’t. Nicky will wake up, he just needs a bit more time.”

“Darling-”

“-he promised.” A single look into Larissa’s eyes. “He promised, and Marcus can’t just do that.”

Larissa barely had time to rush to you before you leaned into her and held her with your one good arm. Tears soaked her blouse but she couldn’t care less. It wasn’t often that you allowed yourself to feel, and she wasn’t going to stop you for something as inconsequential as a wet blouse. No, she just held you tight, letting you cry.

It broke her heart, and there was nothing she could do about it. Deep down she knew this wouldn’t help you very much; you never allowed yourself to feel long enough to make a difference. But it was better than nothing, and she would be damned if she didn’t give you the space and comfort you so desperately needed.

Larissa held you until your cries turned into hiccups, and those hiccups turned into the occasional sniffle. Your fingers still kept their death grip on her blouse as you pulled her closer, and her own hands rubbed your back as gently as she could. The bandages under your shirt were still prominent, and she was doing her best not to touch the injured wing, but she didn’t stop until you finally pulled back.

Do you feel better, she thought, please talk to me. But she didn’t say anything to you at all. Not a single word as you wiped your nose with the sleeve of your sweater and let out a long, shaky breath. Another tear fell silently before being harshly wiped off with that same sleeve. Your bottom lip quivered.

“Am I done for tonight?” You asked in a shaky breath.

No, Larissa thought, we’re staying here until you feel better. There was no undoing the damage you were trying to process all on your own. She also knew, was painfully aware of the fact, that you wouldn’t talk to anyone about it. You wouldn’t let her know you were hurting, wouldn’t let her know how to help, wouldn’t agree to receiving help.

She had tried. Oh yes she had tried, time and time again, from the time you had first arrived to just this past year. No one had gotten through to you. You would let your tears fall for a minute before picking yourself back up, dusting yourself off, and going about your day with a smile.

“Yes,” Larissa said softly. She pushed a strand of hair out of your face and felt her heart ache when you leaned into her touch with a sigh. “You’re done for tonight.”

You pulled away and took a deep breath in before releasing it, and just like that you were back. With puffy red eyes and a tired smile, it was you.

“Is this my last day too?” You asked hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” Larissa shook her head, “I might just add another week for the note passing.”

“Come on, Mama Weems, please?” You asked, sticking your bottom lip out to pout in the way you knew she couldn’t resist. Oh, you were using the big guns, and for a moment she considered letting you win.

But only for a moment.

“I will definitely add another week for the note passing,” she answered. Your pout immediately turned into a frown and a huff.

“Worth a try,” you mumbled, followed immediately by another sniffle.

At this rate, you would be in detention for the rest of your life.

—---

You had only a few days left of detention, but Yoko was convinced she was going to murder you before then. She was already mad at you for luring Enid out during a full moon, but now you were just getting on her nerves. If she didn’t love you so much, she would’ve beat you to death a few weeks ago.

“I told you it wasn’t her fault,” Enid said when Yoko let out a loud sigh as Thing brought another note to Wednesday.

“She says otherwise and I believe her,” Yoko said simply. “She’s an idiot, but she’s not stupid.”

“She’s both,” Wednesday said from across the room. She was writing her own note that she handed to Thing, who grabbed it and left out the door once again.

“Then she’s a stupid idiot who could have gotten you all killed,” Yoko finished with another sigh.

She loved you, she did. If put in the same position, she would kill and die for you. There was no denying you were probably her closest friend, her greatest confidant, her partner in crime. Through thick and thin, she would defend you with her life. Hold you when you needed that small bit of comfort, remind you that everything would be okay. She loved you.

But if you ever put her girlfriend in any sort of risk again, she was going to kill you. Yoko knew you had a lot going on, especially right now, she understood. And she most definitely understood how reckless you could get when you were stuck in your own head. If that’s what you needed then she would let you do it and help patch you up afterwards (before Wednesday came along, at least).

She drew the line at you risking other peoples’ well being. Whether it was Enid, Wednesday, Xavier, anyone, she didn’t care. Some lines had to be drawn and shouldn’t be crossed, and this was one of them. There was no doubt in her mind that you hadn’t intended to get anyone hurt, but intention didn’t matter when the outcome could have been so very horrific.

“Give her a break,” Divina said softly. “She’s been stuck with Weems for nearly a month, I think that’s punishment enough.”

Yoko supposed that was true. Not that you didn’t love Weems, but you certainly didn’t love detention. Which was funny considering how often you were in it. And when Thing marched into the room with another note, Yoko realised that yeah, maybe it was a decent punishment.

“Is she surviving?” Enid called out to Wednesday as she read the note.

“She says, and I quote,” Wednesday started, “I’m starving, bored, and Weems won’t quit fussing over my shoulder.”

“Oh poor thing,” Yoko taunted. Divina elbowed her in the side.

“Behave,” she whispered.

“Maybe we should sneak her some snacks,” Enid chimed in, far too cheery. “She’s been in there for ages.”

“We aren’t doing anything,” Yoko said quickly, “otherwise we will get detention. Again.”

Thing tapped on Wednesday’s desk and started doing his weird faux sign language thing. Yoko still had yet to understand what he was saying, but Enid and Wednesday just nodded along. Thankfully Divina wasn’t even attempting to pay attention either. Made her feel a little less out of the loop.

“Won’t that get her in more trouble?” Enid asked. Thing signed again.

“Fine,” Wednesday huffed. She leaned over and pulled something out of her desk drawer and handed it to him. “This should suffice for now.” He scuffled off quickly.

“Since when do you keep protein bars in your desk?” Enid asked, thankfully just as confused as Yoko and Divina were.

“Since I discovered our little bird gets extremely agitated when hungry,” Wednesday explained with a shrug as she turned back to her desk.

Ah, there was that hint of softness Enid had told them about. Just that tiny bit of consideration Wednesday had for almost exclusively you. If she didn’t think the goth girl would’ve killed her, she would’ve laughed. Laughed aloud at how you of all people had wormed your way into her cold heart. Leave it to you to break down those walls, huh?

On second thought, maybe you being with Wednesday was punishment enough for the rest of your life. She would certainly keep you in line.

—---

For one reason or another, you were becoming particularly adept at driving Wednesday to the edge of insanity. The worst part of it all? It wasn’t even on purpose. There was just something in your genetic code that gave you the natural talent of dancing on her last nerve.

You had been granted your freedom from detention two days ago, on a Thursday of all days. That same night you had come by her dorm, asking her to finally go to coffee on Saturday morning. Of course she had agreed, though maybe with a bit too much enthusiasm, and you had smiled that nauseatingly attractive smile before running off; heaven forbid you got caught after curfew and had your detention extended. Again.

But now it was well past noon and you were still nowhere to be found. Wednesday had waited a reasonable time (until 10am, to be exact) before searching. She had checked your dorm first, knowing that you had been guilty of sleeping in far more often nowadays. Then the library, the greenhouse, the hives, and even Ajax’s dorm. No one had seen you.

“Check her climbing gym,” Yoko said when she passed Wednesday in the quad. “It’s where she hides away when she’s upset.”

Upset? Why would you be upset? You had just gotten out of detention, surely that would have been a good thing. There had been plenty of excitement in your voice when you had asked her to coffee. Had something happened?

She could feel her heart in her throat as she quickly made her way to your gym. Her brain was filled with ceaseless theories of what had caused you to be so upset. Was it her? Had she done something to upset you? The leaves and sticks on the ground cracked underneath her shoes as she got closer.

Muffled music could be heard echoing in the forest before Wednesday could even see the building. It increased in volume as she got nearer and nearly deafened her when she opened the doors. Some horrific sort of music, far too loud and screaming and heavy on the drums. An assault on her ears, is what it truly was.

And in the midst of it all, you were nowhere to be found. But your presence, she noted, was scattered around the room in various ways. It was found in the boots and uniform pieces that were tossed haphazardly near the doors. Or the numerous thermoses sitting on the table closest to what you had called the “challenge wall.” And, most obviously, it was in the music that was continuing to blare so loud Wednesday felt she would go deaf before the day was up.

You’re here somewhere, Wednesday thought, her own feet carrying her through the gym. Under the arches, in the makeshift caves, everywhere you could possibly be. She found your harness at the base of one of the formations but that was all. There was nothing, not the slightest hint of where you could be-

-there. A shadow on the ground.

Wednesday stepped out of the makeshift cave just enough to see you sitting at the top, your legs dangling off the side. She knew the nurse had given you a bit of freedom to move around, but there was no way you had been cleared to climb or fly. How had you even gotten up there?

There was only a split second of hesitation before Wednesday bent down to unlace her own shoes. Then her jacket until she was left in just her pants and sweater. She paced around to find the easiest path up to where you were and braced herself. I can do this, she thought as she grabbed the first hold and started making her way up.

It took her far longer than she would ever openly admit. The holds were rough on her bare feet and she could feel the cramping starting in her calves and forearms. She purposefully ignored the stinging in her hands. If she focused on the music then it was easier to keep going. Maybe that was why you had it so loud.

Every muscle in her body ached by the time she pulled herself up onto the top of the structure. Her feet, her hands, her back, everything. It didn’t help that now she was out of breath and a little bit dizzy. Adrenaline had certainly kept her going, but now that it was wearing off she felt a crash coming on.

Now that she was atop the structure, she trudged to where you were sitting. Your wings drooped pathetically, the right one looking a little stiff. With no shirt in the way she could see the shine of scars littering your back. The wounds from the attack were almost healed but there was still a bit of scabbing left.

Just from the hunch of your shoulders, you looked… sad.

You flinched when she put her hand on your shoulder. If she had thought you could hear her, she would’ve called out to you. For a moment she was worried you were going to fall off the edge when you spun around. Your eyes went wide when you saw her.

The music drowned out whatever you were trying to say. Sure, your mouth was moving, but the only thing Wednesday could hear was the deep bass of whatever new song had just come on. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before pushing her to sit down and holding your hand out to her.

Stay. She knew that one.

Almost immediately after Wednesday nodded once, you slipped over the edge and disappeared. She hoped you had climbed down, but she knew not to expect too much from you. The music fell to little more than a thrum that settled into the base of her skull. It was only another minute or two later before your head popped back up and you pulled yourself onto the top.

With one hand, Wednesday didn’t fail to notice.

You let a bag roll off your shoulder onto the structure in front of her. The clang echoed through the now-quiet gym, reaching her ears again by the time you sat down. What usual gentleness was in your hands was gone as you reached over and pulled her hands closer, inspecting the new wounds she had received on the climb to the top.

“You shouldn’t have come up this high without help,” you said as you let her hands go. “What are you even doing here?”

The bite in your words didn’t go unnoticed.

“It’s Saturday,” Wednesday said.

“So?” You were digging in the bag for something, completely focused. Or possibly avoiding her eyes. Either was a very real possibility.

“We were going to get coffee.”

Every muscle in your body tensed up and your jaw clenched impossibly tight as your hands stopped moving in the bag. An almost inaudible exhale through your nose while your eyes slipped shut. Wednesday had seen you with that look only a handful of times. It was more often than not accompanied by guilt.

“Shit,” you whispered, your eyes squeezing shut even tighter.

As your eyes opened and Wednesday noticed the slightest shimmer of tears, she felt lost. She didn’t know what to say to you. It wasn’t like she could tell you otherwise, you had missed coffee with her. Intentionally? Most likely not, though that didn’t change the fact. But she hadn’t expected you to react this way.

“Fucked up again,” you mumbled around a humourless chuckle. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You don’t have to, Wednesday thought, but she didn’t say it aloud. Her mouth wouldn’t form any words as she watched with bated breath as you started moving again. The muscles in your shoulders were still tense, but at least you were moving around.

“Come here.”

A disgusting little squeak fell from her lips as you grabbed her by the arms and pulled until she was sitting in your lap. Your lap. Her back was pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped around her to mess with her hands and your breath was fanning across her neck. Instinct told her to pull her hands back to her lap; you stopped her.

“Quit moving,” you said softly as your arms tightened around her, “I need to clean them or they’ll get infected.”

Wednesday watched your movements as you started cleaning the new raw spots on her hands. If you hadn’t pointed them out, she never would have noticed. Well, surely she would have known eventually, but you had picked up on it immediately. The alcohol wipe you used stung, but Wednesday refused to let you see her wince. You cleaned and started bandaging them as if you had done it a million times before.

“You know what you’re doing,” Wednesday said when you effortlessly taped one of her fingers.

“My brother taught me,” you said, your face now leaning over her shoulder to get a better look. “Used to tear my hands up all the time.” Delicate fingers wrapped tape on another wound. “Eventually he got tired of patching me up and taught me how to do it instead.”

“Which one?” Wednesday asked, recalling all the names she had seen on the paper in her novel.

“Nicky,” you said; she felt your chin rest on her shoulder. “He’s my big brother.”

Ah. Wednesday had heard others mention that name before, and now she could at least figure out the relation. She wanted to ask you more, find out who he was, if he had gone to Nevermore. But judging by the slightest shake of your chin, she kept her mouth shut.

“He taught you well,” was what she said instead when you finished wrapping the last of her wounds. Her hands looked like a mummy’s with all the tape and bandaging.

“He was actually pretty shit at it,” you said quickly with what almost sounded like a small laugh. “Couldn’t clean worth a damn.”

Wednesday could feel you pull her closer, your wings moving into her peripheral almost as if to keep you cocooned. Your hands rested palm up, and she couldn’t help but place her own hands on top of them. Slowly, your fingers linked through hers until you were holding her hands. Snug, but not too tight. Comfortable.

Just ask.

“Yoko said you were upset,” Wednesday said. You squeezed her hands.

“Yoko needs to mind her own fucking business,” you said with what was akin to a growl.

“Are you?” She asked anyway. You shifted underneath her before holding her closer once again. Your wings continued to encroach upon her peripheral.

“Yes,” you said so softly she could barely hear it. “I am.”

Wednesday wracked her brain trying to think of what else to say. She had talked with Enid numerous times to work on keeping up this kind of communication, but that didn’t mean she was adept at it just yet. What would Enid say?

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked. That was the proper response. Right?

“Not today,” you said. "I'd rather be distracted."

How could you not already be distracted in such a giant building? Your music was still in the background, you had hundreds of feet of climbing walls, and you had that obnoxious phone of yours sitting off to the side. What else could you possibly need to be-

-she froze when she felt your lips brush against the skin behind her ear.

"Relax, Addams," you chuckled, your breath tickling her neck, "I don’t plan on defiling you in a gym." That was not what she was concerned with. "But I do have a question for you."

You were really going to ask her a question while you littered the softest of kisses behind her ear? When your hands were pulling her closer until she could feel your heart racing against her back? When you could undoubtedly feel her erratic pulse underneath your lips? Now was the time to ask a question?

She nodded once for you to continue anyway.

"Be my girlfriend." Odd, that didn't sound like a question. No, it sounded like a statement.

A rather bold statement that created a fog in Wednesday's brain that she couldn't clear. You wanted her to be your girlfriend? It was preposterous, really. More than once she had let you know she wasn't relationship material. If anything, she was barely even friend material, she was only going to hurt you or use you for her own personal gain.

But as your lips trailed kisses down to the back of her neck, she started to reconsider. After all, you had stuck with her for this long, hadn't you? Through all of her attempts to push you away, her insistence that you were merely acquaintances, her poor excuses to be near you. Her family had taken a shine to you, you had defended her brother, and you had done everything she asked without question.

She shifted in your lap, turning herself around until she could put her legs on either side of your hips. Even sitting you were significantly taller. Looking down at her with slightly puffy red eyes, blown pupils, and a soft smile. Your hands felt so incredibly warm on her waist.

In this moment, you were vulnerable. Vulnerable in that you were still recovering from injuries that still clearly pained you. Vulnerable in the fact she could feel the bare skin of your stomach under her fingers. Vulnerable in that all she had to do was tell you "no," and your entire world would come crashing down.

Against all odds, you were baring yourself to possible devastation.

She had an idea.

"No," Wednesday said.

"I knew- what?" You asked, your cocky grin instantly dropping. "No?"

"No," she repeated. Your stomach tensed underneath her fingers.

"Wha- why not?" You asked; pouted, essentially. It was almost adorable.

"I have standards," Wednesday said, doing her best not to laugh as your mouth fell open in indignation.

"Don't be fucking rude-"

"-ask me again when we're not in your disgusting gym," she interrupted, and the offended look on your face turned to confusion, then understanding.

"Then will you say yes?" You asked with furrowed brows.

“Ask me later and find out,” Wednesday told you. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

But she noticed the way your eyes then fell to her lips; the way your tongue darted out to lick your bottom lip. She was becoming particularly skilled in knowing when you wanted something. No, scratch that, when you wanted something particular. And in that moment, with your soft skin under her fingers and your slightly parted lips, who was she to deny you?

Your fingers gripped her tightly when she leaned up to kiss you. Somehow your body always tensed up for the smallest moment before relaxing completely under her touch. She could feel your hands pull her closer, trying to eliminate whatever space was left between you; not that there was much to begin with.

In a surprise twist, your lips aren’t chapped today. No, they’re much softer even though you’re kissing her as if your life depends on it. They even taste different; unlike the usual sour taste from your energy drinks, you taste sweet. Fruity. And when she dares to lick your bottom lip, the specific taste hits her; cherry.

Her fingers scratch lightly against your stomach and she can’t help but smile when you inhale sharply through your nose. She can feel your own smile against her lips before you lean down to deepen the kiss. Oh, the reactions she could get out of you if she only dared to try.

“You’re a dick,” you mumble against her lips before pulling away.

In a shameful twist of fate, Wednesday was the one leaning forward to kiss you one more time. But you pull further away and she’s left there in your lap with a smile that, for the life of her, she can’t get rid of. How had you turned her so soft? She felt like nothing more than a fool, falling deeper into the trap that you had unwittingly dug for her.

You, with your kiss swollen lips and wings that were now completely encompassing the both of you as if to create a safe haven that only you knew about. For a moment, Wednesday reconsidered telling you no. In this position, in this very point in time, she wanted nothing more than to tell you yes. Yes, she would allow you to call her yours and vice versa.

She leaned forward again, trying to recapture your lips but your hands pushed down on her hips until she couldn’t move. With a furrow of her brows, she locked eyes with you. Those blown pupils of yours had gone back to normal and were now replaced by the slightest little crinkle that made Wednesday’s stomach flip.

“I only kiss my girlfriend,” you said with a shrug and the tiniest shake of your head. “And you’re not her.”

“What?”

With an ease that would normally get her heart racing, you pushed Wednesday until she was off your lap and you could stand up. From her position on the ground she looked up at you like some kind of worshiper at the feet of her god. You looked far too smug about it.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Addams,” you said.

She watched in absolute shock as you winked at her before starting your climb back down to the ground. You were really going to just leave her there? On top of the structure that took her far too long to get up on? Now you were going to expect her to climb down all on her own? No, that wasn’t acceptable.

“You’re going to regret this,” Wednesday called over the ledge. You were already halfway down.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you replied with a smile.

If she ever managed to get down, she was going to kill you.

The next two weeks were insufferable. Even after her threat that you would regret things, she was being proven wrong time and time again. No, you weren’t regretting a single thing. She was the one with the regrets.

It had started at lunch on Monday, and you hadn’t brought the two mugs of coffee that you usually carried with you. There was only the one chipped mug that you kept with you at all times. Wednesday knew there were times you would just share with her, so she did what she usually did on those days; she reached over to take a drink.

And you slapped her hand away.

“I only share coffee with my girlfriend,” you said with a raised brow and a smile hidden behind the mug. Everyone else at the table looked at you both in complete shock but wisely kept their mouths shut.

That was all it took for Wednesday to learn what game you were playing, and she was not happy about it. The nerve, the audacity you had to pull this type of nonsense. She shouldn’t have been surprised, you were known for making plenty of bad decisions in your life, but you had yet to make them where she was involved. Well, she supposed that wasn’t true, you made plenty of poor decisions where she was involved.

And you continued to make them over the next two weeks.

“Sorry, I only shoot things when my girlfriend is around,” you said with a shrug when Wednesday asked if you wanted to go to the archery range.

“Can’t, only my girlfriend knows how to teach me math,” you retorted when Wednesday pointed out you had missed tutoring.

“I’d love to, but I only really let my girlfriend in my room, sorry,” you said when Wednesday attempted to meet up with you in your dorm to talk about a project.

“I only give my girlfriend the other half of my snacks,” you told her with a frown while you handed a piece of your orange to Yoko. Who proceeded to then not take the orange slice when she saw the death glare Wednesday sent her way.

Each time you told her no, you would have to turn your head to hide a smile. Everyone knew you were smiling, everyone - even Wednesday - could see it and could see the shake of your shoulders in silent laughter before you quickly excused yourself. It was infuriating that you were getting so much joy out of this preposterous situation.

She knew what you were doing. It wouldn’t work. Wednesday would rather be cut down before becoming something great than let you win such a ridiculous little game that you had started. There was no way in hell she was going to let you win. Pride be damned, now this was personal.

“Sorry, I can’t talk, I’m waiting for my girlfriend,” you said when you saw Wednesday standing at the door to your room.

She pushed against your chest until you were both in your room and she could shut the door behind her. Now that you were (mostly) officially cleared, your nest had gone back to normal and your things were as chaotically organised as ever. There were a few new shiny things on the shelf, but it was normal. It was you.

“Do you make it a habit of barging into someone’s room when you know they have a girlfriend?” You asked.

Your incessant, obsessive, intolerable overuse of the word “girlfriend” was starting to grate on Wednesday’s nerves. She understood, she got your point. But as you smirked down at her with those eyes that were sparkling with mischief…

Oh, fuck it.

“It’s pretty ru-” you came to a full stop when Wednesday pushed against your chest again and you fell backwards onto your nest.

Your mouth snapped shut when she walked over and climbed on top of you, her knees on either side of your hips. That mischief in your eyes was long gone, now dulled into something comparable to hunger. But your smirk grew when your eyes trailed down her body and back up.

There was that vulnerability again; you were splayed out before her, underneath her, and it gave Wednesday a sense of power. Sitting there on top of you, she held your heart in her hands. She knew you were smiling, but she could feel how tense you were. It was understandable; her own heart was racing at the aspect and that familiar nausea was settling in her stomach.

And then you opened your mouth to speak.

Oh no, Wednesday thought, not this time. She reached out to firmly grip your jaw, holding your face still and stopping you from saying whatever nonsense you were planning. You had talked plenty over the past two weeks, it was her turn.

“I will be your girlfriend,” Wednesday said. There was no room for debate.

“Knew you would cave-”

“-just shut up.”

She didn’t give you a chance to keep the bickering going. Instead just falling forward until she could kiss you, her hand still keeping your face still. Your warm hands rested on her hip and the back of her head, pulling her closer as you let out a dreamy sigh.

Maybe she was okay with letting you win. Just this once.

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