#jade fictif

[fictifile]

Snow Falling in Love: A bundle of laughs 😅

[anonymous-eggy]

*gently sets in front of you* Take him... and protect him... keep him happy, for the entire world's wellbeing depends upon it.

Big thanks to @jadeee and @mahirublue for the idea! 🥺💕💕 (mahiru drew a beautiful Nicky in a scarf and a Nicky with a lollipop!) (jadeee made a wonderful headcanon and fanfic about Nicky using lollipops to help him quit smoking!) (check both of them out, i love them very dearly!!!) Nicky belongs to our dearest @fictifgames 💖💖💖

[bryceslahela]

u play fictif?????!!?!? omg which paths are you playing??

well... im playing roadkill and im playing poe’s route but now i’ve finished all the episodes so i’m going to start howie’s and i also finished playing two against the world and im missing nicky valentine already 😔💔 i started the arcana a while ago but i couldn’t seem to get into it but i’ll try to replay it and see if i’m feeling it.

[anonymous-eggy]

THIS MAN IS TOO PERFECT

Hey! I have a hc prompt for you: Nicky has a toothache

this is diff from my other requests but i like it!

p.s.: thanks for being patient bc i've been sitting on this for days

I think as soon as he felt the pain, he knew smthn was wrong. He made a dentist appointment as soon as he could. Nicky doesn't strike me as the kinda guy to wait for smthn to get worse.

He hates it so much bc he smiles all the time. In public he'd act like everything was fine. Instead of smiling, he'll just give a lil grin.

Whenever ppl ask him what's wrong he'll prob say "(y/n) is too sweet for my own good" and he'll glance at you with a grin and say you gave him a toothache.

Once you two are alone though he wouldn't hold back how he felt from his toothache. He'll prob just bury his face in your lap.

I'm not sure that he would ask for you to comfort him outright bc he's more of a giver than a receiver and he doesn't want you to feel like you have to do anything for him. But if you did comfort him in any way or help him he would A S C E N D. Honestly, he'd prob say smthn cheesy like you're the only medicine he needs 😪💕

You'll often see him with his hand over his cheek wherever the sore spot is. He'd prob have a warm towel over the spot in hopes that it can ease the pain a bit.

He would pout whenever he sees you eating smthn really good that he can't have. Don't stop on his behalf though! He'll def tell you you can eat whatever you want.

Because his toothache is such a pain, he wouldn't eat much. If anything he'd prob eat stuff like mashed potatoes and applesauce, like more creamy stuff if that makes sense. {idk about spoon feeding him though..}

I'm not sure if toothaches can be so painful to the point where you don't talk but if that was the case with him, he'd prob just stay home until he sees the dentist. He'd carry a pen and notepad around to write down his words but he likes to indulge in charades.

If you manage to guess what he was thinking, he'll clap or mimic a crowd cheering. What he really wants to say is "this is why we're meant to be bc you know what i'm thinking without even saying it" but somehow he manages to do that when he cups your cheek and gazes into your eyes before kissing your forehead.

I wouldn't be surprised if he tried any and everything to get rid of the pain while he waits to see the dentist. After he does get fixed up though he would smile all the time. He'd def kiss you more too bc he hasn't been able to do that with his toothache.

He's so smooth though as soon as he's healed up he'll start laying smooches all over your face.

You two had just finished a bowl of ice cream to celebrate.

"I believe I owe you somethin'."

"What -" you felt him hold you in his hands as he pulled your face towards his.

You didn't forget what his lips felt like, but you definitely missed them and he could tell. He smiled against your skin while he continued to make up for lost time.

[tallblondasian]

Alright first impressions from the story menu: don’t like how man has top billing. Does not bode well after the $hit show Fictif has been facing with female love interests recently. I hope it’s just false advertising to lure us into thinking he gets the most screen time but hopefully he doesn’t.

Man’s name is Rogue but he is not a member of the X-Men so I will instead refer to him as ManBun.

Serena actually looks good, I’m not usually into femme ladies and I had some issues with some of the Roadkill artist’s female characters kind of having same face syndrome (Elise to me just looks like a Tess recolor) but this gal looks like kind of a buff cross between Audrey (Ghosted) and Jade (Roadkill). Now I just hope her character is as good as her design!

Billie: just gonna say right now if Billie is not a romance option I’m gonna be pissed because she’s the most masculine looking lady we’ve gotten so far and Fictif needs a butch LI so bad 😭

Story wise this sounds weirdly like a series I read forever ago on a crappy otome app called Otomania. The story was called a Villain’s Twisted Heart and in it you’re a girl who brings fairy tale villains (the big bad wolf, Captain Hook, and a gender-bent Ice Queen) to the real world and they need your help to fix their stories because they’re not actually villains, someone just messed up their books and framed them. It was kind of typical otome trope garbage but weird how that story sounds so similar to Isle of Enchantment.

Ok now I’ll start the actual chapter!

[loredumptime]

taglist

ORIGINAL

20s STORY: clarice, [southern man], iola kleeman, petra aveson, cleo aveson

APAMA STORY: apama, iotape, roxane, kleandros

APOCALYPSE STORY: foyoko suzuki, nguyen duong, ramona ahmad, roxanna, maisel, pablo

BAND STORY: electra, andromeda, venus, juno, bijou, milan, kiki, amber, dorian

BASIL LOUISE: basil louise callaway, maxine greer

CIRQUE NOELLE: mellie patch, leo fig, noelle tuleja, quura, areck johansen, mirissa acquati, orion floros, lula marinos, prissy, the lemon girls

COLD WAR STORY: lukas petrauskas, alexei, nadia pavlovsky, annika, sasha petrauskas, natasha petrauskas, tina petrauskas, valentina campos, ximena aguado, ilya bykov, ona petrauskas, lyosha petrauskas, vladimir, svetlana

DYSTOPIAN DELILAH: lemonade blackstone, eun-ha park hakim, jared smith, alexander moore, delilah yoshida, andreaus choi, emil olsen, erzsebet kemeny, zsofia kemeny, liam kishka, cory anderson

EZRA AND THEO: ezra ramirez, theodore rundle, ebony wilson, madeleine drozdov, jade wu, maple wells

HELL STORY: ashari astiela, baphomet, azri diotallevi, lia diotallevi, ark, the devil

HOMEFRONT STORY: henri, tucker, mirabelle

HONEYPOT: eleanor sabina, carlotta fernandes

KING TUT STORY: king tutankhamun, [girl] 

KORE’S UNIVERSE: kore mariangela, gertrude muller, leon ryland, dyani chuchip, hanzou kenta, aurelie babineaux

LESBIAN PIRATES: maeve finch, mariana finch, elena-rose finch, aerynthe milleny

MARY STORY: mary, [killer], [brother], hotaru saito, magnolia lewis

PANDORA STORY: william vasilescu, adam lysander, pandora chung, [pandora’s mom]

PETER PAN RETELLING: pan, wendy, hook, [hook bf], tink

PROFESSOR STORY: [professor], [inspector]

RAVIOLI: aika, augustus, olympias, [augustus sister], [evil prince]

RHIANONH: rhiannon mitchell, micha amos, lark beaumont, micha amos, richard mitchell

SACRILEGIOUS KIDS: lamb, rowan march, belle melangell, finn laurier, shiloh st. james, adam page, marley grey, haniel, gabriel SADIK STORY: ahmed, mihr nush, sadik bin abdullah, roshanak, fatima 

SLASHER KIDS: milo saint, charlie messer, jack colton, eli shaw, oliver shaw

TUTOR FROM CORINTH: philippos, tullia, calidus, berenike, galene

WEREWOLF STORY: alicia hughes, marlene hughes, wolfsbane hughes, alfred hughes

WILD WEST STORY: wes, beau, lottie, eve

WOODSTOCK STORY: annamae sinclair, jolene dixon, [hippie mother], [hippie cult leader], [hippie girl], [hippie boy]

WW2 STORY: wilfried achterburg, pepper porter, felix alberton, kostya vasiliev, luciano vargaz, carla neguirra, gwendolyn achterburg

YOKAI STORY: rio watanabe, sol costa, sumi ito, chiyo ito, hana ito

FANDOM

ARCANA OC: amaris natale, rishva bakhshi, tallulah devorak, maksim devorak, nyneve satrinava, lorelai natale, asanna natale

BREAKING BAD OC: cager myers, elise myers

DC OC: phoebus, constance, ella nashton, duela dent, cyril bloom, elsa king

FICTIF OC: diego perez, beatrix sparks, malou rossi, heidi dunajski

FNAF OC: trixy cat, ollie, hope

GORILLAZ OC: margo green, lemonade blackstone, jackson haywood, anita baker, connor bailey, eun-ha park hakim, marla kekoa, mason kekoa, delilah yoshida, jemima green, etienne green, catalina, francesca, camila, louis miller, juliet

HARRY POTTER OC: freya thrawcliffe, fern marden, circe ellis, yoon hye-in, aiden carter

HETALIA OC: agnes escalona, carla / andorra

JOJO OC: cecilio grande, delia sallow, miguel, jean, consuelo grande, maria grande, leandro 

MARBLE HORNETS OC: nicholas hill

SLENDERVERSE OC: alice burns, beam, [the rest of these guys aren’t my ocs, i just want to reblog stuff with their aesthetics] sally williams, jeffrey woods, tim wright, brian thomas, jane richardson, kate milens, tobias rogers, nina hopkins

SOUTH PARK OC: coral kelley, nia valez

UNDERTALE OC: kitty

WAKFU OC: hanezil the xelor, amodri the osamodas, nella the cra, rook, isre, fionan, milien, cleora, totio the ouginak

WARRIOR CATS OC: roseleaf, foxtail, frostspeck, snowpaw, [df mentor], sheep, lily, [riverclan guy], violetpelt, goldenfur, hawk, sardine

YURI ON ICE OC: leena makela, wynn virtanen

MISC.

DEAD OCS: sheena, hina takahashi, jazmin lafleure

[val-pilar]

Jade route when?  👀

SEXY VAMPIRE WIFE????

[anonymous-eggy]

"As a grieving husband, he wasn't supposed to give a shit about how he looked and he didn't"

I had to quickly draw the outfit that was given to Nicky by @jadeee in her series Vendetta 😩💖 This is a very rushed colored sketch and im not sure if i drew it correctly, but its one of the two drawings i want to do! (now that im looking at it, i love that the only color in his outfit is his ring 🤧💞💞💞)

The newest chapter is definitely my new favorite, it's so full of vivid descriptions and fantastic scenes 😩💕💕💕 ugh i could go on and on about it!

I'll take a lot more time on the second drawing ☺️☺️☺️

[bryceslahela]

Sometime, when you get the chance, please post your opinions on some ROs from cog games or other games that you’ve read I love reading your opinions on characters, especially love interests, it makes me so happy :))))

i will !!! i’ll try to do some tmrw bc im not in uni !!!🙈

[diazpoems]

Thanks for the tag @pilarsalazr !

1. Nicky Valentino - Fictif/Two Against the World

2. EJ Caswell - HSMTMTS

3. Felix Escellun - Fictif/Last Legacy

4. Jade McKellan - Family Reunion

5. Mia Thermopolis - The Princess Diaries

tagging: @qualityplaidturkey @brattycobra @wlw-in-a-forest @big-blog-of-cheese-day and anybody else who'd like to! (as always no pressure and let me know if you don't like tag games!)

RULES: POST YOUR TOP FIVE FAVOURITE COMFORT CHARACTERS

tagged by @brockedavis 💗

1. nathan scott - one tree hill

2. isak valtersen - skam

3. marcus baker - ginny and georgia

4. alec lightwood - shadowhunters

5. simon spier - love, simon

tagging: @sandersdocs @samdeena @pilarsalazr @nellsdani @nathansctt

[bryceslahela]

Top ten favorite LIs? (in no specific order)

bryce lahela, damien nazario, nicky valentino, poe, lucas thomas, michael harrison, hayden young, thomas mendez, marc antony and kenji katsaros!!

[bryceslahela]

hi jade!! i think i remember u mentioning that u like interactive fiction, like the sword of rhivenia. what other ones have you read/do you recommend??

dashingdon: mindblind, ofna, greenwarden, triana academy, ace of spades + seven days in purgatory!

not cog: fictif (i like roadkill + tatw), episode (i have some recommendations on my acc! just search episode), litg (s2 is my personal fave)

[anonymous-eggys-gone-feral]

😳🥴 HOLY SHIT IM ASCENDING THIS WAS SO GOOD JCJDJDNSNNS

I'll Teach You

Celia wants to try something new.

Warning: 18+ only | Word Count: 2.8k

* cw: dom celia, overstimulation, usage of toy, oral sex, gn penetration + swearing

The melody of a record Celia put on filled the air. She laid next to you in the loveseat and idly rubbed your calf as she sipped on an after-dinner cocktail.

Your fingers intertwined with hers and she gave you a slight smile. You found it funny how comfortable silence could be.

The two of you spent most of the day inside. You hadn’t done much except lounge around yet every moment with her was precious.

“Darling?”

“Yes?” You glanced up at her.

“I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer honestly.”

You sat up at the sincerity in her voice “Of course.”

She set her glass down onto a coaster and admired the liquid courage, not that she needed any.

Nina Simone sang while Celia remained quiet.

You grabbed her hand “Don’t tell me you’re shy, Cille.”

She looked at you with a smile.

When you first called her that, she thought it was odd. However, she started to like the nickname over time.

“I’m not shy, I’m just thinking it over.”

You nodded your head, “Take your time.”

She turned your hand over in hers.

“Would you be willing to try something new with me?”

“What do you mean ‘new’?”

“I mean, sexually.” Her eyes shot up at you when your fingers twitched.

“Oh...” you thought about your experience and then Celia. You two had done things before, but some boxes remained unchecked.

“There are these things that are like a man’s pecker and … I know I’m not a man but -” she cast her eyes down.

You noticed a slight tinge of pink in her cheeks.

“If you don’t want to try it, I understand.”

You thought it over in your head for a moment, “I’ll do it.”

Her head snapped up “Really?”

“Yes.” You tightened your grip on her hand and she beamed.

She brought her lips to yours in a flurry.

You giggled at the impact.

“You’ll have to tell me if it hurts, of course. I’ll stop immediately!”

You held her face in your hands “I’ll let you know if it’s too much, but I trust you.” I don’t think you’d hurt me, you thought.

She brought her hands up to yours. I could never do such a thing, she answered in her mind.

~~~~~~

She pressed her mouth against yours in a hungry kiss.

The sheets bunched beneath you as the two of you rolled around meddling your bodies into one.

You reached for the hem of your shirt to lift it but Celia’s hand stopped you in your tracks.

“What?” You gasped as she kissed your neck.

“I want you to put something on first,” her voice was like honey in your ear.

“Wait here.” She dragged her hand down your torso before she left your side.

The knot in your stomach tightened and begged for release each second she was gone.

Celia strode into the room with a big black gift bag in her hand.

You turned your head and saw white tissue paper peep out of the bag.

She handed it to you with a grin.

“What is it?” You moved the tissue paper.

“No peeking!” She gently slapped your hand away, “I want you to try it on.”

“Okay!” You chuckled while you stood to your feet.

You inched your face towards her and focused on her lips, “I’ll be right back.”

She dragged her fingertip under your chin.

“Do hurry darling, I’m becoming impatient.”

“Yes, dear.”

You glanced up at her eyes which were filled with lust.

As you headed to the walk-in closet to get dressed, Celia prepared for your return.

~~~~~~

You gasped when you looked inside the bag.

There was more tissue paper than anything else. Two tassels, a pair of lacy underwear, and socks with a garter belt waited for you underneath two feathered folding fans. The color was quite beautiful, but you felt so vulnerable.

You put on the ensemble despite your feelings. After a few turns here and there in the mirror, you started to admire how the dark blue shade looked on your skin.

You ran your fingers across Celia’s lipstick which was stained on your lips. You flicked the beaded tassels that rested at your nipples.

“Oh, Celia … the things I do for you.” You held each fan in your hand and played around with them.

She perked up when she heard the closet door open. She checked her makeup once more, then ran to the bed. Before taking one last sip from her cocktail, she crossed her legs and put her arm behind her. It looked as if she was waiting there the whole time.

You strutted into the room with the feathered fans over your chest.

A grin dominated her face as you stopped at the door frame.

You leaned against it and arched your back. You moved one fan from your front to your back, then shot a glance her way.

Although you held a lustful glare, you wanted to grin at the new outfit she put on. While you adored how the dark pink robe complemented her golden skin, you wanted to know what was underneath.

“Is this what you had in mind?”

She admired your form.

“Yes,” she confessed in a low tone.

You sank down against the doorframe while maintaining your gaze.

“Celia, quiet?”

You faced forward as you bent over and held the fans at your ankles, “So strange.”

You ran the feathered fans slowly up your legs.

“You’re never speechless.”

“It seems you have that effect on me.”

She was in such a trance she didn’t notice how she leaned forward with each move of your performance.

A sly grin replaced your innocent smile as you faced her fully.

You covered your chest with the feathered fans, then fanned your warm skin while you batted your lashes.

“Tell me more.”

As you strode towards her, you alternated the fans at your side.

You stuck your hip out with each step and waved the fans in a half-circle motion.

“You’re gorgeous.” She stood to her feet and walked towards you slowly.

You stepped back until your butt hit her vanity desk. The clink of perfume bottles and other glass bottles made you falter. You set your hands behind you onto the desk for support.

Celia held her eyes on yours as you dropped the fans to the floor.

“You’re one of a kind.”

Your breath quickened as she closed the distance between the two of you.

“And you drive me crazy in the best way possible.” Her words warmed your lips.

She untied her robe and the dark pink fabric pooled at her feet.

You gazed at her body that was adorned in lilac lace. Your eyes trailed down to her bralette. Of course, I’d be the only one in tassels, a small smirk accompanied the thought.

Her fingers slid across your neck as she pulled you in for a kiss. She pressed her body against yours.

You moaned into her touch and ran your fingers through her hair.

“Are you rea-”

“Yes, Celia. Please.”

She smiled at your impatience before kissing you again. Her lips remained on yours as she led the two of you to the bed.

She held onto you gently while laying you on your back.

You scooted back to the pillows which she fluffed and set for you. Your head melted into their softness while she crawled on her knees.

“You’re so beautiful,” she praised you while painting your body with her lipstick.

You moaned and clutched at her as she slipped off your underwear.

Her fingernails lightly scratched at your skin and you gasped at the gesture.

She glanced up at you in between kisses above your groin.

You gently tugged her brown tresses with each moan she coaxed out of you.

She tossed your garter belt and underwear aside, then quickly took off hers.

“I’m afraid my mouth has more important places to be.”

She straddled you in between her knees, hovering over your midsection. In one fluid motion, she slipped out of her bra.

Your hands drew to her hips like a magnet and caressed her sides.

She ran one of her hands over yours, “I do have to check something though.”

Without warning, she held you in her other hand and you arched at the unexpected touch.

You gripped her tightly as the heat between your legs intensified.

“Sugar, you’re slicker than an oil spill.”

Celia bit her lip while you squirmed beneath her. She stroked you slowly in her hand.

“Please,” you panted “just fuck me already.”

“If I recall correctly, I’m on top.” She quickened the pace.

You gasped and whined “Ah, fuck, Celia!”

You clutched at the sheets as her other hand squeezed your breast.

“‘Fuck’,” she sneered.

She pulled the tassels off of your nipples then squeezed them a bit harder.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to fuck you?”

You started to respond but choked with pleasure at her handiwork.

She noticed that you were close and pulled her hand back from your sex.

You panted as she bent down and looked you in the eye.

“If I wanted to fuck you, I would’ve had you in my bed when we first met.”

She sat on your midsection, careful not to put all her weight on you.

“Everyone fucks and I’m not everyone,” her fingers wrapped around your neck.

You stared at her, breathless.

“We’re not everyone else. We’re original, got it?”

You peered into her eyes and played back every moment you two shared up until now. She gave you a fever, you were hot all over.

Her fingers gently squeezed your neck while gazing into your eyes for an answer.

“Got it.” You nodded.

“Good,” she moved her hand up to your mouth.

You opened up for her and she slipped a finger inside.

“I hate when people -” she moaned when you greeted her index finger with your tongue.

“Again.”

She set her weight down onto you and grinded with the movement of your tongue.

Your moans only encouraged her to instruct you further.

“As I was saying, I hate when people rush me.”

She drew her finger back and you swirled your tongue around the tip before she left you completely.

Her eyes remained on you as she slid her finger into her mouth to savor your taste.

You tried not to wrap your legs around her and take her right then and there.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

She pulled her finger out with a pop.

“Don’t be sorry. You haven’t had anyone to teach you yet, that’s all.”

You looked at her with wide eyes and felt your slick spread between your legs.

“I’ll teach you.”

She reached over to the drawer of the nightstand and removed a small luxurious box.

“Are you ready?” She looked up at you.

You ran a hand over her thigh, “Yes.”

She opened the box and removed a strap-on dildo along with a bottle of lubricant.

“Tell me if it hurts. Okay, sugar?”

Her voice was stern as she strapped the dildo on.

“Cellie?”

Her eyes flickered up at you.

You caressed her cheek, “I trust you.”

She ran her hand over yours “I know.”

She turned her head and kissed your palm.

You felt the tip hit your inner thigh and gasped.

Her eyes widened “Did you change your mind?”

“No, your little friend just caught me off guard.”

You swatted at her new addition.

“Be gentle!” Celia laughed as she poured lube into her hand.

You watched her hand slide down the tip to base.

“What should we name it?”

“How do you know it’s worth naming?”

“Because of the person carrying it.” You pulled her towards you.

She smiled at the compliment and rested a hand on the side of your head.

Her fingers traced your jawline, “What about Mr. Big Stuff?”

“That is incredibly tacky!” You laughed at the name.

“Maybe you can think of something better when it’s inside you?”

Before you could respond, Celia bent down slightly to kiss you. The shaft pressed hard against your member which made you open your mouth. She kissed you harder and melted her tongue against yours. With each kiss, she grinded against you.

It wasn’t long until she took her lubed fingers and slid them into your hole. You clutched onto her as she stretched you out for what was to come.

Occasionally, she rubbed the tip against your slick sex while licking and sucking at your neck or chest.

“Darling, you’re not too lost in ecstasy are you?”

“Not yet.” You whimpered while grinding your hips against hers.

“I’ll go slow at first. Alright, sugar?”

Celia continued after she saw you nod your head.

She lifted your lower half slightly.

You scooted down for her so she could position herself at your entrance.

As the tip met your hole, you bit your lip. With each gradual glide inside you felt your body sucking her in.

“Ah f-” you whined and gripped at the sheets.

“Say it.” She inserted the last few centimeters in.

“Celia, fuck! It feels so good.” You panted while pressing your head deeper into the pillow.

She held onto your hips as she pulled out slowly and re-inserted herself.

You gasped at the movement.

She noticed you attempting to speed up.

“Too slow for you, my love?”

“Faster,” you wrapped your legs around her.

“Go faster, please!” Your hips bucked up to take in more of her.

She placed one hand on the side of your head and the other around your waist.

She started to move twice as fast as before.

“Shit, yes.” You moaned and fondled her breasts.

“I love when you talk like that.”

“Don’t stop, Celia.” You reached around and grabbed her butt.

“Cel- fuck, fuck!” You hissed while arching for her.

She lifted your bottom half even more and the tip kissed your sensitive spot.

“Yes!” You felt your core tighten.

Your praises made her move faster. She panted heavily above you.

Her fingers met your sex once more and the cord within you began to snap.

Your hands fell down to her thighs.

“So good, don’t stop!”

Her mouth worked at your nipple, licking your hot skin then blowing her breath on it.

You let out a yelp as you climaxed. Your legs tightened and pulled her closer to you.

The tip kissed your sensitive spot again and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Moans and praises escaped between your lips while you leaked her favorite juices.

She rubbed your shaking legs and tried to keep you still, seeing as she wasn’t finished.

Your back remained arched as she rolled your nipple between her teeth.

“F- fu- fuucck!” You stuttered beneath her.

You lifted your head to look at her and opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it.

She let out a low moan as she kissed you from your chest to your groin. The further down she went, the more sensitive your skin was. She pressed down on your shaking legs so she could clean up your mess.

You yelped when you felt her tongue lap at your sex. Involuntarily, your legs lifted but she pinned them down. She sucked at your juices, then dragged the tip of her tongue across you. Without a pause, she drew tiny circles on you with her tongue.

“OHHH, I-” you arched your back and rolled over out of Celia’s grip. She smiled to herself as you convulsed in pleasure, jerking about like a fish out of water.

While she waited for you to come down she removed the strap with a satisfactory smile and climbed onto the bed.

“I’m s-sorry.” You panted in between waves of orgasms.

You rolled onto your back while your legs kicked about “It was just too- ah, shiit - too good,”

Your sex throbbed sending another orgasm throughout your body.

“So fucking good!” You whimpered and clutched at a nearby pillow.

She pulled the pillow away from you then laid by your side. She placed her thigh in between yours and wrapped her arms around you. You waited until the last wave passed to speak again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go any longer.”

“That was all I needed,” she brushed a thumb over your cheek “you’re all I need.”

She kissed your lips “You were amazing, darling.”

After a few stolen kisses and comforting silences, she rested her head in her hand.

“How about a hot bath?”

You rested your chin on your arm and studied her face.

“In a minute. I wanna stay like this a little longer.”

She sank her head back down onto the pillow “The view is quite extraordinary.”

“Not as extraordinary as Mr. Big Stuff.” You grinned.

“If I recall correctly, you said that was ‘tacky’!”

Celia playfully swatted at your shoulder.

You let out a laugh and sat up “I did, I did. But it’s growing on me.”

She sat up to meet your loving gaze, “Promise me something.”

“What’s that?”

“We’ll have more moments like this. We’ll be vulnerable and perhaps terrified but we’ll trust each other regardless.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my dear Cellie.”

You ran your fingers through her hair and she was like putty in your hands. Truth be told, you were putty in hers as well.

~~~ A/N: All I have to say is 🥴

[anonymous-eggy]

AWWWW WELL I'M CRYING TOO NOW THATS SO CUTE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THOSE TWO ARE PERFECT WHAT THE HECK

THANK YOU FOR ENTERTAINING MY POOR 5 AM BRAIN ROT

sometimes. I think ab Chris and Taylor. and then. I can stop thinking about them. any fun facts or random thoughts you'd like to share ab them?

i was just writing about these two a few days ago! i've thought about making a headcanon for their dynamic but i haven't worked out all the details yet. so, i wrote about their first official date instead.

since they met during a time of absolute chaos, they haven't had an official or normal date if you will. so one day, while taylor is off at work chris sets up their patio for a dinner date. i like to think chris can't cook to save his life so he prob asked nicky and mc for help.

so chris is in the kitchen trynna follow the notes nicky and mc gave him to the best of his ability. his timing is actually perfect though bc he finishes as soon as taylor gets home. they know smthn is up though bc they can smell the food in the air and chris actually has some in his hair.

chris gave taylor a peck on the cheek before he took their work bag from them and set it on the couch. as they giggled and asked why he was acting so different, chris practically pulled them to the patio door.

he looked back at them with a smile "close your eyes."

taylor chuckled "what?"

they didn't even have a chance to catch their breath when they walked into their home. orion sat nearby and waved their tail in the air before tilting their head.

"come on, babe. just do it please?" chris pleaded.

"okay, okay." taylor tried to suppress a smile and did as told.

chris opened the door and put his hands over theirs for good measure.

"watch your step." he guided them outside onto the patio. orion snaked between their legs and jumped onto a nearby pillow.

once taylor was in place, chris shut the door behind him.

"okay."

taylor opened their eyes and immediately clutched their hands to their chest.

string lights were tucked away in the vines of plants, illuminating the table he set for two. a covered dish sat on the table along with two plates, forks and glasses.

in the corner lay a blanket and a few thick pillows, one of which orion nestled himself on. a stack of books sat in the middle of the spread. a handful of fairy lights surrounded the comfy area chris had made.

taylor brought their hands up to their face "aww, chris." they glanced again at the little world he had made for the two of them.

"it's perfect." a tear pricked the corner of their eye as they turned to face him.

chris took his hands out of his pocket "are you crying?" he smiled while walking towards them.

"of course i'm crying!" taylor chuckled before lifting their glasses.

chris cupped their face with his hands "as long as you're happy." he wiped their tears away with his thumb.

taylor gazed into his eyes "i'll always be happy with you."

they inched toward him and kissed his lips softly. he pulled them in closer, indulging his desires. so this is what it's like, when they pulled back he admired the beauty before him.

a/n: the pictures above were the inspiration for this. ngl, i legit screamed "i'm crying!" when i wrote taylor saying "it's perfect" 🥺 anyway, taylor is v laidback so chris knew this would be perfect for a date. especially considering that they're under police protection bc of floyd. ohh the stacks of books! taylor doesn't know it yet but chris actually bought them a few new books. one of them is about myths, specifically fairies, bc i think taylor is into that kinda stuff. they freak out when they see it and practically smother chris in kisses 😪

[anonymous-eggys-gone-feral]

😳

OH- AAAAAAAH I AM WEAK. I AM SO WEAK. WHOA I AM VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO THE FULL THING NOW, NOT THAT I WASN'T BEFORE

YOU ARE SO RIGHT. I AM NOT READY. I'M GONNA LOSE MY SHIT WHEN ITS FINISHED

People who like Celia really be like

SIMP MODE ACTIVATED

and honestly this is just me calling myself out

[anonymous-eggy]

actual pictures of how i handled this validation:

had to take a moment and remind myself how to breath. It helps when i write that I'm really interested in psychology and how the brain handles stressful situations. ALSO YEAH THE STARS 😫 THATS ONE PART IM REALLY HAPPY WITH, ESPECIALLY SINCE I CARRIED THE REFRENCES THROUGHOUT THE FIC. I also kind of tried to make a connection between the people watching mc and Nicky's movie and the stars, not sure how well i did that though. I was only able to write because i was inspired by you, i was just running off of the perfection you provided 🥺💖

also one of the parts that lives in my head from this-

mc: f**** the driver!

us: i mean... yeah you probably have

Vendetta fanfic(?) Not Alone

Warnings: swearing, blood, angst, violence mentions

Word count: 2.6k

ayo, @jadeee i finished it :l *nervously twiddles thumbs*

(this is a fanfic based off of another fanfiction series by the lovely tagged person above! If you haven't already, go read it before reading this, or you'll probably be confused!)

I will see Nicky again...Even if it kills me…

Hands firmly gripping the edge of the docks, you pulled your head out of the water that had threatened to rob you of your life. You took in huge gulping breaths of the cold night air as you scrambled to pull yourself onto the docks, blinking the water out of your eyes. Your entire body shook with determination and pure adrenaline. Little by little, you managed to wiggle your way fully onto the wood, which felt warm compared to your chilled water-soaked body. You pulled the cloth out of your mouth, spitting and coughing to rid your mouth of the burning salt of the seawater.

For a moment all you did was lay there on your side, your chest heaving and racking with forceful coughs and limbs still bound under the cold moonlight. You felt like a dying fish and chuckled at the thought of what you might look like at that moment. You rolled onto your back and gazed up at the stars, your vision swimming from light-headedness. You laid there as you felt the adrenaline that had saved your life drip away. You and Nicky had spent countless nights cuddled in each other’s arms gazing up at their twinkling beauty. The two of you had shared tender kisses and soft conversation, and the stars had always been there, listening and watching your story with a wonderful glow. They had always felt so warm and close as if you could reach out and run your hand through their calming glittery depths.

Tonight, the stars felt far away and cold. As if they were watching. Lying in wait. Waiting to see what you did next. Waiting, still with anticipation of what action you would take, if you would. Perhaps even rooting for you. Rooting for you to free yourself and reunite with your one and only husband and live out the happy ending you deserve.

You reached upwards with your bound hands towards the sky as if trying to hold a star and feel its energy, energy you desperately needed in this moment. You choked back a sob as silent tears spilled from your eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut and gritted your teeth as you let out a pitiful whimper at your helpless situation.

When you opened your tear-blurred eyes your gaze drifted to the rope around your hands, and suddenly you felt a sharp spark of seething anger ignite a flame within your stomach. The spark caused you to jolt upright and tug at the water-logged rope around your sore wrists.

What did Floyd think he would accomplish from this? Did he want to break Nicky? You scoffed at the thought as you angrily bit at the knot on the rope and pulled at it. Hot tears continued to stream down your face. Floyd really doesn’t know Nicky, then. All he’s gonna do is piss Nicky off. The ropes unwound and fell to the docks. You took a moment to rub and stretch your freed wrists. With your newly freed hands, you pushed your tears away and rubbed your nose with a sniffle. I’ve never seen Nicky pissed pissed, except for when Ralph... but I imagine it looks nothing short of what he says he was like before he met me. You started on the knot that bound your ankles together. Floyd certainly doesn’t know me either. He should have known from that headbutt I gave him that I wasn’t going to die so easily. The rope around your ankles loosened as the knot came undone. As you slipped them off, another thought came to mind. Maybe I’ll keep these ropes to show Floyd and remind him of his failure to kill me.

“I lived, bitch,” You shakily hissed to no one but yourself and the universe as you gripped a pole and used it as support as you stood. You weakly smiled at the meme reference no one in the 1920s would understand. Your legs violently shook and threatened to buckle beneath you, but as you tested them some more the shaking lessened.

You tucked the ropes into your pockets and started your half-conscious hike back home. When your feet hit the sand, you stumbled forward, your gate slowed and awkward from your soaking socks and shoes. With an exhausted grumble, you pulled them off and held them as you continued.

Your bones and muscles ached, and your eyes blurred and threatened to stay closed, but you didn’t stop walking. The thought of Nicky holding you, kissing you, kept you going. He had to know that you were alive, and you had to be sure that he was safe. You wanted- no- needed to see his face again. You needed to see that beautiful smile he always gave you when you said something witty. That smile where a light blush dusts his cheeks and he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to him. And you can’t help but feel your heart twist in your chest as it fills with love and adoration for his cute face. And you can’t help but pepper it with kisses to show it.

“Please,” You whispered into the silent night air, holding back tears at the thought that there was a chance would never hear his lovely voice or hear his heart-warming laugh again. “A taxi...or...hitchhiking? That���s safe in the 1920s, right?” Your voice was hoarse and sounded more like a whine than a mumble.

You felt like whining. You felt like crying and giving up and collapsing on the side of the street. You felt like laying down and curling up on the cold sidewalk. Like you were helpless and you might as well just give up now. But you couldn’t. No rest until I get home to Nicky and strip out of these freezing wet clothes. I’ll take a nice warm bath and let Nicky help wash this damn sand and salt off of me. Never touching another goddamn beach again for a while.

For a while, everything was quiet, only the rhythmic pit-pat of your cold bare feet on the concrete and the chattering of your teeth as you shivered to keep you company. Eventually, your tired brain used the beat as a tempo for a song.

“Mr.Sandman, bring me a car. Make it the fastest that I’ve ever... seen,” You muttered in an attempt to get your mind off of the current situation. You drifted in and out of silence with yourself, every now and then quoting a random line from a song.

After what felt like hours of mindless walking, you had to stop and lean up against a wall. It took all of your strength to not slide down and pass out as you took deep fatigued breaths. You took a hazy look around, your mind fogged, but no less determined to survive.

Judging by the nearest street sign, you were still about a few hours walk away from the place you could safely crash. You let out a frustrated whimper and pushed yourself away from the wall, new hot tears of frustration spilling from your heavy eyes.

I remember seeing a hospital a ways back...they could help...no...I technically don’t exist. That could cause problems. You thought as you shook your head in an effort to shake off the weight that was tugging at your mind. You slapped your hands on either side of your face, the stinging feeling jolting away some of the fogginess in your head. You felt so alone. So small. You looked up at the stars again.

“No...no I’m not alone. They’re rooting for me. This is a movie, (y/n). Everyone watching has got to be rooting for you. I’m not alone, I’ve gotta keep pushing. Gotta do it for the vine,” You murmured with determination before wiping your face and setting off again. Sarcastically, you muttered, “Please, I’m so funny.”

As you continued your thoughtless stumble across the city of angels, suddenly bright lights blinding your vision. In excitement, you waved both hands and let out a loud, broken “Hey!” This had been one of the only cars you had seen all night and you were getting desperate. “Wait! Help! Please slow down!”

The car didn’t slow, and zoomed past you, going well over the speed limit. You felt the wind the car had kicked up tussle your crusty salt-dried hair, carrying your hope away along with it as it sped out of view.

You felt your arms fall limp at your sides as you looked around at your surroundings. With an aggravated growl you threw your shoes at the wall, picked one back up, and then threw it further down the sidewalk. “Fuck!” You shouted as you watched it roll to a stop, upright. “This is stupid! I hate this!” You shouted as you scooped one shoe up and stomped towards the other and nabbed it off the ground without stopping.

“I’m going to get out of here, I’m going to get home, I’m going to kiss Nicky’s stupid face, I’m going to take a bath, take a nap, and then I’m going to beat the shit out of Floyd! This is stupid! I’m cold, I’m wet, I’m crusty as hell! I’m tired!” As you threw a tantrum you walked faster and faster, ignoring the burning in your legs as your muscles complained at the pace. “Fuck the ocean, fuck that car, fuck the driver, fuck these shoes, fuck Floyd, fuck this entire situation, I’m already done with this!”

You knew that the tantrum you were throwing was nothing short of childish, but you didn’t care. you would be a fool to let this energy go for the sake of being mature. Angry, burning tears rolled down your face. You held the punishing pace, letting out a string of curse words, and even repeating some Italian ones you had heard Nicky say before. Only when you had exhausted every curse word you knew did you pause to take a breath.

When you reached a cross street, you aggressively checked the road names and turned left, letting out another string of curses. For a while you pushed forward in seething silence, only breaking it to shout a curse word when you stumbled or almost fell on your face because your legs could barely keep up with your spirit. You roughly wiped away your salty tears and spit on the ground while muttering “Stupid salt.”

As the walk continued on, you slowed down and your anger slowly dissipated. The burning in both your legs and your lungs became too much to bear, forcing you to slow down to a halting walk. You continued limping forward, your sore determined eyes never dropping from where they were fixed. Your’s and Nicky’s house was finally in sight. Soon you’d see him. He was going to be sitting there on the couch, waiting to envelop you in his strong arms and welcome you home. You thought of all the witty things you could say when you walked through that door. Things that you knew would earn a chuckle or a kiss on the forehead from your lovely husband. Your eyes threatened to leak again as a wobbly smile spread across your face at the thought of him holding you, making you feel safe and loved. You walked a little faster, being mindful of what your legs could handle this time.

As you drew nearer and nearer, you betrayed a glance up at the sky. It was still dark, though it seemed the dark black and blue of the night sky was turning shades of purples and pinks on the horizon. The morning was approaching, and the stars shined brightly in celebration of your close victory. You dropped your gaze back onto your home and ambled onward like a zombie. Keep going (y/n), you’re so close. Keep going. You told yourself over and over as you got closer and closer.

By the time you had reached the door, the horizon had barely added shades of orange to its palette. I swear, if this door is locked, I’m gonna- you thought as you swung the door open. Oh, how convenient. Dangerous. But convenient.

You let out a relieved sigh as you stepped into the house. Calming fatigue washed over you, different from the desperate, life-threatening one from hours earlier when you were huffing like a dying fish on the docks. That calm didn’t last long as you kicked a crystal ashtray. You felt pain shoot through your foot, but all you could muster was a soft monotone “ah.”

You lifted your tired gaze and let out a gasp and backed into the wall beside the door. You pressed your back against the wall to keep yourself steady as your stomach dropped through the floor. Shattered glass littered the usually spotless floor, along with blood. Blood everywhere. Blood droplets splattered across the floor, mixed with glass, and the worst part; A long smear of blood that trailed down the wall and ended with a small puddle. When paired with the gun that laid on the floor a ways away from it, you could only piece together what might have happened.

You dropped your shoes and carefully navigated around the glass and looked down an empty hallway. “Nick?! Nicholas!” You called, panic in your breaking voice. Had it not been for your eyes already being puffy and tired from crying so much, you would have broken down into more tears. Instead, the lump in your throat became unbearable and you let out panicked sobs that shook your entire body. Oh god, please tell me Nicky’s okay. Please let Chris be okay too. You pleaded the universe.

There was nothing you could do about the situation out in the living room, and you hated it. You were too weak and exhausted to let yourself worry about it for too long. As you limped down the empty hallway, you gave in to the weight pulling at your mind.

Stella bolted towards you, skidding to a halt in front of you and gently sniffing and whining at you. She hopped to give your hand licks repeatedly as she bounded around you. You let out a soft chuckle and endearingly whispered, “Hi, Stella baby,” and walked into your and Nicky’s shared room and collapsed onto the bed. You didn't even bother to land on a pillow or get under the blankets, you simply laid diagonally across the giant bed. Stella nimbly hopped up beside you and continued sniffing you over, carefully avoiding getting in your face. “He’s okay, right? You’d protect him real well, right pubby?” You muttered mindlessly, causing Stella to tilt her head to one side and let out a confused noise before continuing her check-up. "yeah, good girl…"

As you drifted off, you felt Stella settle against your side, dutifully alert and watching over you in your weakened state. For a moment, everything was peacefully quiet. Your entire body relaxed and went limp. Your body felt heavy and for the first time, you didn’t resist its heaviness. Darkness swept over you before you were aware of it, wrapping you up like a soft blanket.

It felt like you had only just closed your eyes when you were awoken by Stella emitting a deep growl, but you knew you had been out for at least a few hours. The sun peaked through the curtains and warmed your stiff body, rewarding you for pushing through the night and not giving up. Despite the comforting warmth of the sun, you didn't feel well at all. A pounding headache bit at your brain, your lips chapped and cracked, and your throat filled with a dry, burning sensation. You attempted to clear your throat and let out a small cough as you looked around.

A deep threatening voice came from the living room, dripping with stone-cold murderous intent. “Show yourself!” It yelled, causing you to flinch fully awake with a gasp.

You quickly sat up as Stella leaped off of the bed and rushed towards the voice. Cold panic ran through you and you quickly followed, remembering that you had completely forgotten to close the door, which meant anyone could just waltz in if they wanted. Specifically, Floyd.

“Stella! no!” You whisper yelled as you hobbled after her, trying to stay quiet.

But what you saw was the opposite of Floyd or any of his guys. You froze at the sight before you.

“(y/n)? Is it really you?”

“Nicky?”

A/n- Wanna know what happened? go check out Jadeee's series and give her a follow! awooga, Vendetta really takes up most of my thoughts, I love it so much. which is something I've said… probably too much at this point. of course I couldn't resist the chance to practice writing some sweet angst. This is probably not at all what jadeee had in mind for mc, but i hope she likes it anyway and/or corrects me on what she had in mind. Here's to making fanfiction of fanfiction, have a lovely day/evening 🥂