#just Wednesdays are always hard for me this semester

[roseytoesy]

*hugs* Here's a big hug to help you get through the day, I hope things get better soon! 🥺💕

I'm rooting for you and care about you,

- a dear mutual

[pleckthaniel]

I hate Wednesday nights now

[babybluebex]

i saw ur message abt angus tully requests and🙈🙈 if u feel like it i would love to read a first kiss fic, but honestly i'd read anything !!!!

as you requested... :) word count: 1k

When you first met Angus, you didn’t consider him as someone you could fall for. He was a little short-tempered, a little too sarcastic for your tastes, but he was smart— even though you didn’t go to the same school, he still came into town on Wednesday afternoons and met you at the library to tutor you in biology. Even though Angus could definitely be hard to deal with sometimes, he helped you get the grades that you needed, and you were endlessly appreciative of him. 

Your biology midterm was next week, and you and Angus should have by all means been studying, but you weren’t. You were listening to him talk about his school, the prestigious Barton Academy, and how the all-boys school wasn’t exactly conducive to finding a date. “Not that I even wanna go to winter formal,” Angus said, twirling his pencil in his fingers. “But my mom and stepdad say I should.” 

“Who’re you taking?” you asked. Your school also had a dance at the end of the semester, but you guys weren’t fancy enough to call it a “formal”. You were also in need of a date, and had briefly considered just going by yourself; you were better off on your own, anyway. 

Angus shrugged. “Not a lot of girls for me to ask,” he said. “Not that any girl would wanna go out with me anyway.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you scoffed, gently erasing your work on your paper and rewriting the answer. “You’ve gotta have girls swooning all over you.” 

Angus barked out a laugh. “You flatter me,” he grumbled. “You think girls give me the time of day? That’s really funny.” 

You lifted your eyes from your paper up to Angus’s face, and you scrunched your eyebrows. “I mean, why not?” you asked. “You kinda have that Bob Dylan thing going on; if you went to my school, you would be everybody’s favorite.” 

“Mm, but I don’t go to your school,” Angus hummed. “The guys at Barton think I’m just a pest.” 

“Well, I don’t think that,” you offered lightly. “I think you’re pretty cool.” 

“Thanks,” Angus said softly. “I think you’re… Ahem, pretty cool too.” His cheeks went red as he cleared his throat, and his eyes flicked down to your textbook to break eye contact. Suddenly, he was quiet, his face burning; you had never seen Angus be shy before. 

“Angus?” you said. He said nothing, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, and you reached out to him, letting your fingertips brush his chin, lifting his face to look at you. You tilted your head as you watched him squirm, but he made no effort to move your hand from his face or try to move you away. “You know what I mean… When I said you’re pretty cool, right?” 

Angus took a breath, and he nodded quietly. “I meant the same thing,” he admitted. “Only, I… I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I don’t know how to do this.” 

Your hand dropped from his face, and you took up his hand from the table, twining your fingers together with his. His skin was soft and cold, and his grip was immediate and strong. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” you told him. “A real boyfriend, at least.” 

“What’s a real boyfriend?” Angus asked, leaning forward in his seat to get closer to you. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I mean, like… I’ve never had a guy get all shy around me or anything. Act like he really likes me, and isn’t just dating me to cheat off of me in history class.” 

Angus chuckled breathlessly. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me,” he said, and you smiled. “Umm… Can I… Kiss you? I’ve kinda wanted to ever since I met you…” 

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” you asked. 

“Have you?” Angus asked quickly. 

“I asked you first,” you smiled, and Angus huffed as he chuckled. 

“Um, no,” Angus coughed. “I’ve always gone to all-boys schools… Last time I had a girl I talked to regularly, I was in preschool. And that doesn’t really count, I think.” 

“Probably not,” you agreed. “I’ve kissed one other guy before. It was the boyfriend who would cheat off of me, and he kissed me sometimes, but… Never anything else.” 

“Okay, so you’re marginally more experienced than I am,” Angus said and jokingly rolled his eyes. “You can’t get mad at me if I’m a bad kisser.”

“I would never,” you told him. You both hesitated for a moment, trying to read each other’s minds, and, before you could speak first, Angus cupped your cheek with his soft palm and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate to lean into his kiss, reaching out and wrapping your fingers around his thin wrist, and he sank into you, letting himself relax. 

You finally broke the kiss with a big smile, and Angus chuckled, and you shifted away quickly when your teeth clacked together. “Was that good?” Angus asked, nervously pressing his lips into a thin line as his eyes stayed locked on yours. “Why’re you laughing, was it that bad?” 

“No, sweetheart, I’m not laughing at you,” you chuckled, shaking your head. You watched his cheeks go pink again at the pet name, and you said, “I’m just… Happy.” 

“Good,” Angus said. His hand reached for yours, pressing his fingers between yours, and he said, “Right... What were we talking about?”

“Well, we were talking about, like, biology and stuff, for my exam next week,” you said. “But then we started talking about your winter formal and my school dance, and how we didn’t have dates.” 

“Oh, right,” Angus said. “Umm… I-I guess, maybe, if you want, I could go with you to your dance.” 

“As my date?” you asked, and Angus nodded. “I think I’d like that a lot. And maybe I can be your date to the winter formal?” 

“As long as you can deal with the stuck-up pricks at my school,” Angus grumbled, and you grinned, leaning in and kissing Angus’s cheek. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

[takes1]

Some fluff w Koushi maybe?🫶

koushi realizing barista!reader is pretty cute

thanks for the request! this was a cute and refreshing prompt for me <3 much love!!

warnings. none info. sfw / fluff / college!au / coffeeshop!au / simple but cute / suga wears cardigans / timeskip!suga / like imagine english teacher suga pulling a stretchy cardigan over himself ugh so cute / 630 words links. haikyuu collection. masterlist. requests open. my ao3

"Good morning!" A gentle voice blessed your ears.

You smiled without looking up from the register.

Mr. Cardigan's ritual began. Glance over the menu, top-right to the espresso drinks, consider getting a decaf-- of course he won't go with the decaf, it was 7:40 and he was already tapping his foot to get to his 8 a.m class. Then he would decide on his tried and true as if it were a brand new idea:

"Double espresso, steamed milk, sweetened with honey."

He was wearing a face of mild shock, a touch of embarrassment, when you looked up from the order you already input.

"Oh, shit--," You laughed, warm at your slip-up, "I'm so sorry."

"Nono, it's- it's fine," He sported a similar color.

After a moment's hesitation, he chuckled and gave you his card.

Your Monday, Wednesday, Friday shift lined up with everyone who had a MWF 8 a.m (+9, 9:30, 10:00, and 10:30, regrettably). He was one of the few you cared to remember since he was such a cutie and he usually tipped you well.

"It's been a long morning, I get it," He graced you with a smooth forgiveness.

You sighed, relieved, and agreed wholeheartedly.

Spring semester was right at the close. Most were coming in to the Business building's little ground-level cafe early or late to cram for finals. He stayed consistent throughout the past few months, though, with his 7:40 sharp arrival.

7:44 if there was a line, but that was Mondays. Fridays weren't as busy because so many people skipped. But reliable Mr. Cardigan never missed a class.

"Almost done, though," You handed him his card back and spun the tip screen around for him, expecting nothing this time.

"Thank god," He tapped for No Receipt and closed his wallet.

He stood at the counter with his hands crossed in front of him to wait for his drink.

He never noticed how pretty your hands were before today. He looked down at his own kinda stumpy fingers. Then he watched -careful not to come across as creepy- at how gingerly you held the mug to the steam wand while screwing the filter in place.

The urge to talk to you nudged at the back of his throat, but he fell silent when you flipped the switch on.

The espresso machine was always a little too loud to talk over.

It was a graceful background noise to those who studied in this lobby, and a good backdrop to stay quiet to.

This time, he didn't feel as though your usual exchange was natural anymore. He wanted to talk, but didn't know quite how. The usual 4-minute wait felt like ages, but today he wasn't keen on leaving until he spoke to you again.

Your eyes flitted over his when you turned towards the lobby side for the honey.

His broad shoulders tensed and he turned his head to take false interest in some of the artwork on the walls. He didn't realize he was staring so hard.

He wondered how long you had been paying attention to him. If was just habit, or maybe a fondness had been growing and he was always too tired to notice anything other than how well you made his drink.

Now it was impossible not to overthink your friendly customer-service smile, or the smiley face you always put on the side of his cup.

Say something!

He repeated it so many times that his mind had been made unintentionally blank when you held the cup up for him to take over the counter.

"Good luck with finals," You said softly.

When he reached for his latte, your fingertips brushed for the tiniest moment. An intense heat crept up the back of his neck.

A shaky, "You, too," was all he could manage.

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[aliceintheworld]

PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

Summary: "I shoudn't be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."

Warning: Very cute Jungkook 🥰, tipsy behaviour, homosexual relationship, deep conversations, the Reader starts to lose their shyness 🥹, kisses, fluff, and a lot of fluff 😻

A/N: Hi, I'm back. This week has been very hard, and I thought coming here would be a way to distance myself from reality 😭 In the last chapter, we saw that Jungkook had a romantic relationship with Namjoon. I received some comments saying they won't read my story anymore and that I ruined it, because of that. I am a very insecure person. This is the first time I'm posting something I've written, and honestly, I don’t know what to think. The boys are very important to me, and I don’t want to offend any of them (or anyone else). If necessary, I will remove everything I’ve written and just move on. Please leave your opinion in the comments. Other than that, thank you very much for the positive messages. I’m very happy to know that a good part of those who are here with me are enjoying it. Thank you so much.

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Chapter 6

My week passed slowly and calmer than I imagined. I worked and studied as always, and fortunately, I passed my semester exams. My mind was always in another dimension, but I held back and did my best not to let Jungkook affect me. Or the thoughts of him, which were insistent and continuous. I didn’t see him anymore, at his mother’s house or anywhere I went. As soon as I got to my room that morning, I received a message from an unknown number, which I knew was him, asking if I was okay and if I was safe. I replied yes and then I didn’t send any more messages, even when he asked what I would do on Wednesday and if I wanted to meet him somewhere.

Unlike last week, feeling embarrassed, I didn’t visit Mrs. Jeon as much as I would have liked, afraid to see Jungkook and be confronted. At times, I wanted to tell her what happened, to vent to someone and express how confused I am, even though she is his mother, but I held back and didn’t say anything, knowing that the torment in my head doesn’t go away because I want him back, with me, and I know that venting in this case doesn’t help at all.

I have always been submissive to my mother and thought of her before anything else. Before myself, it comes her. It has always been this way, as if it were engraved in my brain or I were programmed that way. Jungkook may not understand, but that’s the truth. That’s why I can’t relax around him. I find myself in conflict with what I desire and what I know she would want. I have never disobeyed Eunji, let alone considered that idea. I know she wouldn’t approve of Jungkook, for a million reasons, so I am aware that if I were honest with her and admitted my feelings, there would be a conflict between us that I know I am not prepared to start.

My mother has been stricter with me as the days have passed, and I know it’s because the date of my father’s death is approaching. I try to please her in every way I can, as a way of compensation. I went to church more times than normal, worked at the bazaar, and even cooked so she wouldn’t have to. I don’t like hiding anything from her and I feel guilty in a way for lying that day. Our mother-daughter relationship has been like this my whole life, somewhat cold and strange; since I was a child, I took on her pains and tried to put her needs ahead of mine.

Today was very busy. I helped a classmate with her college exams, since unfortunately, she didn’t do well in the final tests, and I worked twice as hard because those who don’t study, always get desperate in the university library, trying to learn what they didn’t study the entire semester. I had to organize the same books thousands of times and barely had time to eat or go to the bathroom.

I got home dead tired but fulfilled. The college assignments are ready and the tests are done. At least the worries I felt about college are no longer a problem; one less thing to stress about. I grab a romance book to read, and flip through the pages with pleasure, curious to see if the main character will finally confess her feelings. I’m halfway through the chapter, engrossed in continuing, when my phone vibrates. I look at the screen without much attention, accepting the call without knowing who it is.

“Y/N?” I hear a hoarse voice on the other end of the line, and my body instantly tingles. I take the phone from my ear and sit up in bed, flustered. It’s Jungkook

I remain silent, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N? Are you there?” he asks. I consider the possibility of saying nothing, and just letting him think I answered the phone by accident, but I can’t. I want to talk to him; I want to know how he is. I miss him.

“Jungkook, I’m here.” I say; my voice trembling without much strength. I swallow hard, nervous. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine.” He murmurs. There’s another moment of silence; only his heavy breathing filling the sound of the call.

“That’s good.” I force a smile, even though he can’t see me. I shake my head, grabbing a strand of my hair.

“I wanted... I wanted to see you.” He says softly, in a whisper, and my already agitated heart beats even faster. Butterflies fill my stomach, the way I can’t help it.

“Jungkook, I can’t.”

“You can, and I know you want to.” He asserts, with so much confidence, it’s as if he knows all my thoughts. “I want to be with you. We don’t need to do anything. We can just talk, watch something together. I need to be with someone.”

“Did something happen?” I ask, worried. I bite my lower lip, waiting for his answer.

“Yes... a person. One that I’m trying to get rid of, has been trying to get close. I don’t want that.” He replies. I don’t understand anything he says. Is it a friend? Did he have a falling out with someone?

“We can talk on the phone.” I suggest. For some reason, I feel safer when there’s a big space between us. I think the fact that he’s far from me, gives me the false sense that I’m in control of the situation.

“Are you that afraid of me?” He chuckles. I smile in response, shrugging.

“You said you wanted to talk. We’re talking.”

“How difficult you are.” He sighs, teasing me. “Don’t you miss me at all?”

“Jungkook!” I scold him. I’m breathless just from the question.

“It’s serious. I told you that you needed time to think, but I didn’t imagine you wanted to stay away from me, while you decided.”

“It’s just that everything is very complicated.”

“I feel used.” He jokes again, making me grin. “You used my body and now you don’t even want to look at my face.”

“You’re making me embarrassed.” I grunt, laughing awkwardly. My cheeks turns red with the memories of us in his bed. Him sucking me, fingering me, making me come. My God, it feels like that happened years ago, not just a few days.

“Sorry. I know, I shouldn’t say those things. But I really wanted to see you. Can’t you come here?” he asks, his voice dragging. I furrow my brows, suspicious.

“Did you—Jungkook, have you been drinking?”

“Just a little.” He chuckles on the call. Now everything makes sense. He wouldn’t call me if he were sober. If he were completely sane, he would seek out one of his friends to vent. I sigh, throwing myself onto the bed.

“I’m going to hang up, okay?”

“Wait! Don’t hang up! Why are you doing this? Did I do something?”

“Because you’re drunk.” I finally say, a little upset. Would he want to call me if it weren’t for the alcohol? The doubt makes me uncomfortable.

“I’m not drunk Y/N, I swear. I just drank a little. I’m 100% aware of the things I’m telling you.” Jungkook argues desperately, as if he’s afraid I’ll hang up at any moment. I sigh again, closing my eyes.

“Where are you?” I ask, and almost immediately, regret it. Whether he’s drunk or not, it’s not my problem. Jungkook is an adult and knows very well what he’s doing. He’s not your father, a voice in my head says.

“I’m at my apartment. You know the address. I just didn’t pick you up because I drank; otherwise, I’d already be at your door.”

“Please, don’t do that!” I widen my eyes, just imagining the scene. My father died in a car accident because he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Besides being dangerous, my mother isn’t stupid, and if she realizes I have any involvement with him because he came to pick me up, I’m screwed.

“Then come over. I even bought Mexican food.” He says softly, almost pleading. I roll my eyes and grunt, irritated with myself and with him. Why can’t I resist him? For fuck sake!

“Okay, I’ll try. But we’re just going to talk, watch something, and then I’ll go back. We’re not going to do anything else besides that!” I assure, more to myself, afraid that the same thing will happen as last Sunday.

“Okay. I swear I’ll try to control myself.” He mocks again. I smirk, covering my mouth. I like the normal Jungkook, but him being drunk... it’s like he’s himself, but lighter and funnier.

“Alright, I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

“Send me your location on your phone.” He asks. I mumble in agreement, and then he hangs up. I stare at my ceiling for a good few seconds, not believing it. Why am I doing this? Why am I going to his apartment? Where is this going to lead me?

When I was a little girl, I liked to imagine myself with kids, a husband, and a part-time job. I have always been very romantic; I never wanted to be with someone unless it was forever. At the same time, every time I think of Jungkook, none of that matters. He doesn’t want something serious, from what it seemed when he talked to his friends, and yet I can’t get him out of my head. I do things I would never do, and recklessly, I don’t measure the consequences of my actions. I quickly get out of bed and pace back and forth in my room. My mom is home, maybe in the living room. It’s already nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there’s nothing I can say to her that would convince her to let me go out.

At the same time, I told her an hour ago that I wasn’t going to have dinner and that I would sleep after a shower. She hasn’t been to my room since then. Maybe if I sneak out the window and call a taxi, she won’t even notice I left the house. I bite my lip, nervous. I decide to lock my bedroom door just for safety and simultaneously, put some pillows underneath my blanket, forming the silhouette of what was supposed to be my body. I grin nervously, not knowing what to do. I’ve never run away from home, and the only experience I have consists of teen movies and series. I have no idea if this is really going to work.

I change my clothes for a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt when I realize it’s colder outside, and I open my window. I sneak out with little skill along the balcony, and the bars that accompany the wall, until I reach the grass in my backyard. I tiptoe, trying not to make noise with my sneakers. I walk down my street somewhat breathlessly, pondering the idea of turning back and forgetting that Jungkook even called me. At the same time, I want to see him again. Without thinking too much, I call the taxi, which arrives quickly at my address.

The whole journey takes about ten minutes and simultaneously passes in the blink of an eye. My hands get sweaty as I recognize some places and establishments still open. I sigh, looking at my phone. There are no messages from my mother, only one from Jungkook, saying he’s tracking me via GPS. I smile, feeling a bit more secure. A wave of anxiety, heat, and uncertainty washes over me tough, when I arrive in front of the building of the man who, since I met him, has been haunting my head.

I open the car door and take a moment to look at the facade of the place, something I didn’t have much time to do last time. It’s beautiful, full of flowers and a spectacular garden. I walk along the sidewalk, still not knowing what to do, when I finally see him. Jungkook must have gone down to the lobby without me noticing, and he watches me with a smile on his face, so innocent and anxious that, amidst all this chaos, I’m glad I came. He walks up to me with disheveled and wet hair, perhaps from a recent shower he must have taken, wearing a black and white striped pajama; one of those you only wear in the comfort of your home.

I smile, unable to help it, vulnerable, energized and anxious. “I was worried about you, so I came down.” He comments, getting closer to me.

A scent of perfume, soap, and shaving foam envelops me deeply. My stomach churns again. If I thought hearing his voice made me unstable, seeing him in person completely breaks me. I don’t say a word, still mesmerized by his presence.

“You didn’t pay for the taxi, did you? I came down like a madman when I saw you had arrived.” He tells me. I shake my head in denial. He smiles again and walks over to the driver’s window. He takes the money from his wallet and returns to me as if this were routine and I visited him every day. He smiles one more time, taking steps towards me. “I told you I wasn’t drunk. Tipsy? Yes. Drunk, no.”

“Okay. You’re not. Sorry.” I grin awkwardly, looking down.

“You don’t need to apologize. Come with me; it’s too cold here, and I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He concludes, putting one of his arms around my shoulder, in an intimate touch that brings back memories of the night we were together. I follow him without much questioning, until we reach the elevator.

Inside the metal box, the tension rises. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to stay calm. I don’t need to be nervous. We’re going to talk, whatever it is he wants to say, and then I’ll go back home the same way I left, through my bedroom window. I lean my head against the wall, staring at the mirror that surrounds the elevator walls. The energy of his gaze burns me. He looks at me in a way that leaves me breathless. I swallow hard, not having the courage to reciprocate. It’s as if time has stopped and only we two exist. When I decide to say something, the elevator stops.

He guides me to enter his apartment, and a mountain of memories takes over me immediately. I chuckle in disbelief, covering my face with my hand. If my mother finds out I’m here, I don’t like to think about what could happen. I sit quietly on the couch, observing the place. It all seems the same as last time, except for Jungkook’s friends who filled the environment. Now it’s like there’s too much space, just the two of us here. I lick my dry lips, organizing my hair back, behind my shoulders.

“Are your friends okay?” I ask, trying to talk about things that aren’t about him and me. That for a few minutes, we can pretend that night never happened.

“They are.” He smiles at me, shrugging. “They’re planning a party to celebrate my studio when it’s ready. You’re definitely invited.” He says, sitting next to me. He touches the piercing on his eyebrow with his fingertips, and tosses his dark, soft hair back.

“When’s the celebration party going to be?” I ask, placing my hands on my lap, afraid to touch him. He’s so close that I can fully see the moles around his neck. The Adam’s apple moving every time he talks and swallows.

“I don’t know. There’s still so much to do, but I can’t stay in Busan because I left everything in Seoul to come here. At the same time, I can’t neglect my mom. It’s like I need several versions of myself to handle everything. Just one Jungkook isn’t enough, I think.” He chuckles, but gazing into his big eyes, I find no humor at all. I can’t imagine what it must be like for him to have his mother in this situation and live so far from her. He must be exhausted and worn out.

“When do you plan to go back to Seoul?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

“In about a month and a half, maybe.” He shrugs, biting his lower lip.

“Wow!” I say, surprised. I didn’t expect it to be so soon. He returns my gaze, confused. “I mean, it’s not long until you go back.” I smile, feigning an excitement I don’t feel, awkward.

“Yes, that’s true. I wish I could stop time right now. That would be the best superpower of all.” Jungkook laughs, forming a dimple in his cheek that I had never noticed he had. He rolls his eyes at himself, grunting. “Sorry, every time I drink something, I say these stupid things.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” I chuckle, a little more relaxed. He has this power over me, making me tense and calm at the same time.

“You know, I wanted to ask you something.” He comments, putting his feet on the couch.

“You can ask.”

“Promise you won’t get embarrassed?” He asks, grinning. I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

“I can’t promise that because I don’t know what the question is.”

“Oh, come on!? You always make that face when I talk to you.” He chuckles, teasing me. I shake my head, not understanding.

“What face? What are you talking about?”

“That face. You puff your cheeks because you’re blushing and look away all the time.” He clarifies. My cheeks turn red instantly, making him grin again. I cover my face, embarrassed.

“I can’t control that. Just ask your question, please.” I plead, somewhat awkwardly. He stops grinning and clears his throat, leaving me even more curious.

“I just wanted to know why... why didn’t you answer me that day? Why have you been avoiding me? Why didn’t you go to my mom’s house these days?”

“How do you know I didn’t visit your mom?” I retort, feeling a tingling in my hands, nervous.

“I know because I asked her.” He murmurs, and this time, he’s the one who turns red, as if he didn’t expect my question and feels uncomfortable answering. “After that night, I thought I’d see you again, that we could talk, but you never showed up again.”

“You didn’t show up either.” I defend myself, but I know my stupid argument makes no sense. Jungkook rolls his eyes, looking at me in such a deep way that I find myself breathless, for a good few seconds.

“Seriously Y/N. Did I do something? Did I hurt you in some way?”

“Do you think you did something to me? Is that what you’ve been thinking?”

“I understood it that way, and I’m afraid that it might be true. I don’t want to hurt you, not at all. You’ve helped my mom and have been so good to me. I don’t want to make you feel bad.” He assures again, without stopping. I close my eyes, angry with myself. Is that what I led him to believe when I didn’t respond to his message? When I was cold, did I upset him?

“Jungkook, you didn’t hurt me. Not at all, not in any way. You need to know that.” I affirm in the best way I can, breathless. “I’m like this. That’s why I don’t have friends; that’s why I don’t have people I can count on, because I push everyone away. This is a problem with me, not with you.”

“And why do you do that?” He questions, relaxing his body on the couch. He looks me in the eyes, and even though I try to look away, I can’t. He stare at me in such an intense way that it’s as if he can see my soul. I play with my fingers, not knowing what to do, disconcerted.

“I don’t want to get hurt. Because human relationships are difficult and unstable. Because when you let someone get close, you give them the power to hurt you, and I don’t want that to happen.”

“I know. I understand, and I don’t judge you.” He shakes his head. “So many things have happened in the last few months. I wanted to talk to someone during these days, and incredibly, the only person that came to my mind was you.”

I widen my eyes in surprise. I turn my attention to his face, but he’s distant, staring at something beyond the ceiling of his apartment. It’s as if he’s far away in thoughts and not in this moment, with me. I bite the inside of my cheek, touched. Him thinking of me, even if it’s just to vent, moves me. I like Jungkook. I truly like him, since the first time I saw him. Not just his body or his appearance, but the way he talks to me, as if I were someone worth listening to.

“You, Y/N, did something to me. Since that night, I can’t think of anything else, and I don’t know why.” He confesses, finally returning his face to me. My breathing becomes erratic, my heart races, and my hands get sweaty. “I also, that night, was confused. Just like you.”

“How so?” I ask, speechless.

“I don’t want you to be upset. I want to be honest with you.” He says. He puts one of his big, soft hands close to my face and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. I feel that wherever his touch passes, my skin burns. “Before coming to Busan, I had a serious relationship. Very serious.”

“You were with someone?” I ask, afraid to find out he still has something with that person.

“Yes.” He says softly. His breath close enough of me to feel it. “It was so serious that I swore he would be the person I would marry. I had never dated anyone besides him. I had never fallen in love, not that way.” He speaks, confessing to me, and my throat tightens. Does Jungkook like men? He had a relationship with someone of the same sex? For some reason, I never imagined the inked guy could be attracted to the male gender. Still, what really bothers me is when I hear him say he loved him. Does he still love him? Does he still think about him, when he’s alone?

“And then it ended, and everything I believed was shattered.” He shakes his head, and then chuckles without any humor. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I really don't. It’s just that when I’m with you, I feel light. I love my friends, I truly do, but when I’m with you, I feel comfortable, as if you wouldn’t judge me.”

“I wouldn’t judge you for anything, Jungkook.” I say softly and somehow, he can hear me. He smiles too, a little embarrassed.

“You know, after I ended my relationship and then that happened with my mom, I thought I was in a nightmare. All the people I could count on would simply disappear, and I couldn’t do anything, as if my hands were tied.”

“I know what you mean.” I comment, remembering my father. Not his last moments, drunk and a stranger. Those moments, from before, when he was the man I was proud to call my father. The man I knew I could count on, because he was always by my side.

“Tell me a little about you, Y/N. I feel like I’m just talking about myself. I really want to know you more. Listen to you.” He suggests. I raise my eyebrow, surprised.

“I don’t have anything to say.” I chuckle awkwardly.

“Of course you do. Everyone has something to say.” He argues, shaking his head. “Tell me about your life. Have you always lived in Busan?”

“Yes, I’m from Busan.” I reply, smiling slightly. “When I was younger, I went to the beach every weekend because I lived closer to the coast.”

“Really? I’ve never been to the beach.” He says, shrugging. I open my mouth, astonished.

“It’s so strange to hear that. I always went when I was a kid. For some reason, after I moved, I never did again.” I sigh, nostalgic. The things I used to enjoy a few years ago simply lost meaning, when my father died and my mother became the woman she is now.

“Why don’t you go back to the beach once in a while? It’s not that far from here.”

“I don’t know why; I just don’t go. I forgot that I missed it until I started talking to you.” I smile genuinely this time. He returns the smile, nibbling on his rosy lips that I like so much.

“Maybe we could go to the beach together. I to get to know it, and you to reconnect.” He suggests with a light and sincere smile, and my stomach, a little calmer, fills with butterflies again.

“Maybe.” I agree, not knowing if that would actually be possible. Who knows, in the future, or at some other moment. I don’t want to dismiss that possibility when it seems so sweet and inviting. I sigh, looking at the screen of my phone. It’s almost eleven o’clock. I know I have to go home. Jungkook seems to realize my doubt and makes a pout with his lips, almost like a spoiled child who didn’t get what he wanted. "I think I must go."

“We should eat first. I ordered tacos and burritos, and if everything gets cold, the food loses fifty percent of its flavor.” He says, already getting up, not giving me much opportunity to contest. I get up too, rolling my eyes.

“That’s another one of your theories? Like that one of having four meals a day?” I ask, finding it funny. I follow him into his kitchen, watching him take the Mexican food out of some containers. It looks so appetizing and seasoned that my mouth waters.

“My mom was really cruel when I was younger.” Jungkook laughs. He frowns, with that same expression he always makes when he sees something delicious, then looks at me, bringing a taco closer to my mouth. “The first bite has to be yours.”

“You can eat it. You seem hungrier than I am.” I reply, teasing. He pretends to look angry and shakes his head, as if I just said the most nonsensical thing in the world.

“I’m a gentleman. I insist.” He brings the taco closer to my mouth again, and with no alternative, I bite the food he offers me with such insistence. The spicy flavor brings such a rich explosion to my tongue that I can’t help but like it. I must have done something funny tough, because Jungkook smile, in a delightful chuckle that I had never heard coming from him.

“The corner of your mouth is dirty.” He explains in a whisper, pointing to my lower lip. I try to clean it by myself, but I seem to be unsuccessful, as he himself wipes the sauce off my skin with his thumb. I take a few seconds to realize how close he is to me, naturally intoxicating me. I can smell his perfume. His energy that brings electricity to my body. How much my skin longs for him. I want to kiss him again. To feel his lips, just like I did in this same kitchen that morning.

Jungkook seems to understand exactly what I’m thinking because he smiles that loose and careless smirk, as if he knows what I want and is waiting for me to make the first move.

“If you want to kiss me, I give you all my permission. I’m serious.” He jokes, but doesn’t laugh. His dark, big doe-eyes go toward my mouth and I see desire; feelings I had never seen directed at me. I swallow hard, nervous.

“I can’t, Jungkook. My mom, she...” I whisper, trying to organize my thoughts. He smiles, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Forget about your mom, Y/N. Do you want this?” He questions softly. I nod my head. He knows I want to, I want it so badly that it’s as if I’m going to die. “If that’s what you want, do it! Screw what your mom thinks. Just do it.”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t do anything when I came here.” I tell him, chuckling nervously.

“It seems you can’t stay away from me. After that night, I don’t want to stay away from you either.” He denies, closing his eyes. “This week was hell... I don’t want to feel alone. Do you feel the same as I do?”

“I do.” I agree, and without thinking much, I kiss him.

His warm lips touch mine, and if I could save this moment in my head and make copies, I would. Unlike the first night I was here, Jungkook is calmer, less desperate. It’s as if he has time to be with me and wants to enjoy every second. I feel his hands on my waist, pulling me towards him until I’m completely fused to his body. I grunt when his tongue requests entry inside my mouth, and I can’t stop him, nor do I want to. I pull at his hair, feeling its softness, in a pleasant caress at the nape of his neck. He smiles during the kiss, moaning. He slowly separates from me, holds my cheeks with both hands, and seals our lips once again, in short pecks that spread across my entire face. I chuckle when one of them touches my jawline, tickling me.

“Stop, please!” I burst out laughing when he continues, kissing my forehead, nose, and finally, my lips again.

“I'm only stopping because I need to breathe.” He laughs with me, finally ceasing.

“Ok, clingy boy, I really need to go now.” I mock disheartened, trying to disentangle myself from him. He stops me, kissing me again.

“Please, don’t go.”

“I have to go. Seriously.”

“It’s too early.” He argues, caressing my face with his thumb.

“What happened to you, Jungkook? Why are you being so dramatic?” I question, curious. He’s different. A good different, but I can’t understand him. Does he want something serious with me? He doesn’t love the person he was in a serious relationship with, anymore? There are so many questions in my head that I feel lost.

“I'm not being dramatic. I like you, Y/N.” He assures me as if it were the most obvious thing, with those dark, big eyes, so pure... I simply can’t explain why, I just believe him.

“You do?” I ask, smiling. No one ever said that to me. A good feeling fills me; my cheeks turn red as he nods his head.

“I like. I thought you knew.” He says simply. And then peck me again. “Come on, before you go, you’re going to eat with me.”

“Okay, but I need to be quick. It’s getting really late.” I say, worried about my mom; the fact that she might find out I left the house.

“I’ll accompany you in the taxi. I’m not letting you go alone. Then I can come back here.”

“Really?” I ask. He chuckles, pulling my hand until I sit in the chair. “Then okay. Let's eat. And Jungkook?"

"What?"

"I like you too." I say, seeing his small and cute smile

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[germhammy]

“Outreach Day pt 3”

Enid: OMG! This stew is to die for!

Candace: I know right?

Bianca: not that the food served to the general public isn’t good? But this is so much better

Candace: that guy you were with, Bianca? Who was he? Getting Wednesday all worked up like that? Does he have a death wish? I mean those of us who work with her know NOT to make her angry

Wednesday: he is an elitist snob who thinks he is better than everyone else because his father is a famous psychic. He thinks I owe him a relationship because he has known me the longest.

Enid: oh! And he helped you so much in your investigation last year!

Candace: sounds charming. Ugh.

Outside the actors area, Yoko sits with Xavier.

Xavier: why are we stuck out here with everyone else when Bianca, Enid and Wednesday get to go back with the actors ?

Yoko: Bianca is Lucas’ girlfriend. And Enid is Wednesday’s

Xavier: I get that Lucas has given Bianca privilege but why Wednesday?

Yoko: are you really that dense? Wednesday is literally helping Jericho and Pilgrim World bring forth the true history? Enid was laughing telling me about Wednesday getting frustrated trying to write ‘Goody’s script” for The Meeting House.

Xavier: it was pretty awful

Yoko: it’s not fully operational yet.

Xavier: it’s all pretty sus

Yoko: what is?

Xavier: Wednesday’s involvement here in Jericho, Pilgrim World. Even Nevermore

Yoko: why is that?

Xavier: her mother and Weems won the Poe Cup four times for Ophelia Hall and Ophelia Hall as never won it since until she shows up. The history of Jericho’s founding suddenly changes when she shows up. Oh! This Hoody Addams supposedly founded the Nightshades, and another relative of here Ignatious Itt was the right hand man for Nevermore founder Nathaniel Faulkner? Come on! Oh! And let’s not forget her mother captained the fencing team and went to school with Tyler’s mother!!

Yoko: so?

Xavier: you don’t find any of that at all suspicious?

Yoko: and yet you are the one who didn’t bring up any of these suspicions up last semester?

Xavier: I didn’t know how deep it went last semester!

Yoko: and yet you still think Wednesday cares about you and are constantly interfering in hers and Enid’s relationship. Even Ajax tries to help them not get in the way. You still are, maybe worse than last semester, lovesick over Wednesday

Mistress Arlene returned. She barked out new assignments for the Nevermore students. Yoko and Xavier were assigned to the butter churning station

Xavier: Mistress Arlene? Where is Wednesday? I want to be stationed where she is.

Mistress Arlene: Wednesday is not part of your group. Her whereabouts are not your concern.

Wednesday walked up with Bianca and Enid.

Wednesday: perhaps Lucas and his crew can use Xavier at the stocks? It would be a shame to make this poor boy work the butter churns

Enid: oh! I know it’s hard work but I’ve always wanted to know these butter things worked. I’ll take over for Xavier. I’ll see you later, Wednesday?

Wednesday: of course. - kissing Enid on her scarred cheek-

Bianca and Wednesday led Xavier over to the stocks.

Bianca: Lucas. Xavier will be with you here at the stocks. Take good care of him - she winked

Lucas: will do

A small crowd gathered. Lucas and Carter grabbed Xavier by the arms and led him up the steps. Jonah opened his scroll

Jonah: -getting the name cue from Lucas- Xavier Thorpe, hereby charged with stealing from the village , inappropriate behavior towards council members. Hereby sentenced to three hours in the stocks.

Lucas and Carter placed a protesting Xavier in the stocks. At first Xavier was just playing the part until he realized he was stuck

Xavier: hey! Wait. I can’t get out. Let me out?

Lucas: do not worry. There are multiple ways we can let you out.

A few actors came up in front of the crowd and let their insults fly. Bianca and Wednesday watched from the back of the crowd. They watched as Candace walked up, still dressed as Goody

“Goody”: Xavier! How dare you! How dare you insult me! How dare you defile me! Curse you!!

“Goody” stormed away. Wednesday laughed behind her hand. Bianca was stunned. At both Candace’s display and the laughing Wednesday beside her

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks @indestructibleheart @junebugclaremontdiaz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @getmehighonmagic and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags! Hitting post on this earlier than usual because I feel like death warmed over—I'm posting this and going to bed... at 9pm on Valentine's Day. Follow me for more sexy action stories.

I feel like this snuck up on me this week... I was so focused on finishing and posting sex club spanking that I stopped paying attention to the passage of time. It's a scam anyway, so.

Today's snippet is the opener to chapter three of the Big Secret Collab, because the amount of the Anastasia AU I've shared is getting a bit ridiculous lmao.

Alex is dimly aware that he’s having a panic attack.  It’s not an unfamiliar feeling. He averaged one a semester in law school, not to mention the whole ‘forcefully outed on a global stage’ incident. He has a number of grounding techniques taught to him by an excellent therapist, and Cash’s hand between his shoulder blades, pressing so hard it’s just the right side of painful and giving him a physical sensation to focus on that isn’t his racing heart or sweating palms. He has a boyfriend who— A boyfriend who— “Breathe, Alex.” The hand that isn’t on his back reaches out and Alex grips it, fighting through every breath. He’s pretty sure his nails are digging into Cash’s skin, but Cash doesn’t flinch; he just sits there, solid and dependable and calm, and waits for Alex to come back to himself.

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[kimpossibly]

Okay but can I get a Wednesday x reader on how her and Wednesday argue when it gets really bad💕 maybe reader walks out and they both make up after giving each other space

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 -> w. addams

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi yes???? I love this so much?????? Healthy relationships?????? Thank you so much for your wonderful words???? But seriously I love this kind of angsty fluff stuff fr...this is how I survive in this cruel, cruel world HAHA. Also I'm pretty sure I've used the phrase "thaw her frozen heart" in a Wednesday fic before, but oh well! I'm a sucker for stuff like that. Hope you enjoy this one! I'm really proud of this :') (Also peep the little gif paragraph break thingie I made on Photoshop...I'm a little too proud of it...)

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: arguing

ARGUING WITH WEDNESDAY ADDAMS IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. She's as sadistic as they come, even when not mildly discontented (which in Wednesday Speak is as close as you can get to happy), and she never backs down from a fight. And, though a lot of Wednesday's sharp edges become a bit dull around you, that doesn't mean that she'll let you win an argument.

"You can't just endanger someone's life because they bother me, Wednesday!" you shouted. That particular argument was nasty — while you and Wednesday fit together seamlessly most of the time, she occasionally did things that you just couldn't agree with.

This time Wednesday's target had been Leah. Leah was one of the Scales, and one of the more insufferable ones at that. For the past week or so, Leah had for some reason chosen you as the target of her constant torture. She tripped you during class, used her siren song to make you humiliate yourself in front of the school, and on one occasion even managed to push you down the main staircase without anyone around her seeing. Wednesday had seen, of course. Wednesday always saw.

So she concocted a plan: she sent Leah a fake letter in her boyfriend's handwriting, telling her to meet him at a very specific location in the woods near Nevermore. As expected, Leah took the bait and made her way deep into the woods after dark. Instead of finding her boyfriend there, she was met with a pack of hungry wolves — and she quickly noticed that someone had sewn raw meat into the pockets of her clothing.

Leah returned to school half an hour later — out of breath, scratched around the ankles, and terrified. Wednesday watched her return with a smug grin — all it took was one look at her and you knew instantly this had been her doing.

Wednesday hadn't really expected you to be pleased (she had made peace with the fact that you two had very different moral codes), but she certainly hadn't expected you to react like this. "I only inflict pain upon people who deserve it," she said, her monotone voice never wavering in resolve, "and Leah deserved it."

"You don't get to decide that!" you said, rage curling your hands into fists.

"Would you rather be pushed around and ridiculed for the rest of the semester?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but your throat constricted and tears rushed to your waterline before you could get a word out. You paused, taking in a breath and willing your voice to steady. "I don't need you to fight my battles, Wednesday. If you can't respect that, then..." you trailed off, not quite sure where you were going next. Then maybe this isn't going to work out. You stopped yourself just short of putting the end in sight, not wanting to say something you didn't really believe and might regret later. Instead, you bit down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood. You blinked the tears away as you took one last look at Wednesday's stoic face and walked out, slamming the door to her dorm room behind you.

Wednesday watched you go with a bitter taste on her tongue — and not the kind she liked. You had had your arguments in the past, but you had never walked out on her. Unlike Wednesday, you were a stickler for talking things out right then and there, clearing the air before things got too ugly. But this time it had been too much. She had been too much.

Thing crawled onto the desk, having heard the entire argument. Wednesday turned sharply. "What do you want?" she snapped.

"I hope you're going to fix this."

"Why? Clearly they don't care enough to stay and have it out. Why should I be the one to piece things back together?"

Thing said nothing, but sat there in a way that said, Really?

Wednesday grit her teeth. "You're very passive aggressive for a hand."

"You're one to talk," Thing tapped back, "and ouch. Don't you think they might've needed some space?"

Wednesday paused. She hadn't thought of that, actually — not that she'd ever let Thing know that. "Fine then," Wednesday conceded. "What do you suggest?"

And, for once, Wednesday took someone else's advice.

She gave you the space you needed. For the next day and a half you received total radio silence from Wednesday. She still took her seat next to you in class, but she kept as far away from you as possible and didn't attempt conversation — not that Wednesday could ever endure small talk.

Eventually you were so unnerved by her behavior that you spoke to her, leaning over and keeping your voice to a whisper beneath Thornhill's lesson. "Wednesday? What are you doing? Are you alright?" you asked.

"I'm giving you space," she said, not meeting your eye. The words sounded unnatural in her voice. "Thing suggested it," she added quickly.

You sat back in your chair, a perplexed crease forming between your brows. This was very un-Wednesday like behavior. You weren't upset of course, just surprised. Not only at the fact that Wednesday was willingly giving you the space you needed, but that she actually took advice from Thing. It made your heart give a little flutter as you attempted to focus back on the lesson.

Wednesday never paced, but she had never been closer to doing it than she was that evening. She skipped dinner with the intention of writing her novel, but found herself staring at a blank page, unable to write a thing. Rain pounded the large stained glass window on the opposite side of the room. She had never suffered from writer's block before. This was excruciating, and not in a good way. She let out a slow breath, and finally something snapped. That's it.

She got up and strode to the door of her dorm with the intention of meeting you in the courtyard and demanding that you settle your argument from two nights ago, a crack of thunder scoring her sudden outburst. But just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, she heard a knock.

You stood out in the hallway, shivering and soaked with rain, your blazer wrapped tightly around you. The greeting you had prepared was quickly tossed away as you gave a sudden sneeze, a shiver running down your spine. You looked back at Wednesday and the words died on your tongue.

Instantly she pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and getting one of Enid's fuzzy (revolting) blankets to wrap around your shoulders. Wednesday didn't often have these, God forbid, motherly urges very often, but again, a lot of things about Wednesday changed when she was around you. And the sight of you shaking in the cold on her doorstep was enough to thaw her frozen heart.

Once she was satisfied that you were slowly being warmed up, she stepped back, letting you dry the rain droplets from your cheeks and hair. Thing subtly crawled onto the desk and Wednesday saw it subtly sign out of the corner of her eye: "Talk."

Wednesday set her lips in a grim line. This was the part she always had trouble with. "Y/n —"

"I know you were just trying to protect me, Wednesday," you cut her off quickly. "I know that now, and I appreciate it. I didn't like what Leah was doing, and I know you didn't either, but I needed to try and figure out how to fix it in my own way first. I know that you want to look out for me, but I'm capable of fighting my own battles. I need you to tell me that you understand that."

Wednesday paused. And now she understood. This was what you had been trying to say the night of the argument — you just hadn't been able to get the words out right. Space. Space had allowed you to understand what you needed to say and what you needed to hear. Wednesday understood that now — and more importantly, she could respect it. "I understand," she said, "and I'm sorry."

You almost gasped. Wednesday rarely apologized for the things she did, especially to the people she did them to. But this was genuine.

She continued, "I don't regret what I did to Leah, but I do regret that it hurt you."

You nodded in understanding.

"I don't like seeing the people I love get hurt."

All at once you felt tears rushing to your eyes. Not the bad kind. You pushed them away with a hard swallow, sniffing. "I love you too, Wednesday," you said. "And I promise that if my way of fixing something doesn't work, you'll be the first person I call."

Wednesday felt a rush of something then, something that flushed in her cheeks and almost drew the corners of her lips up. She struggled to stifle it, but every glance at your rosy face made her that much more willing to surrender to it.

"Can I give you a hug?" you asked. You and Wednesday had reached a point where you could hug her without asking first, but you liked to get the clarification every once in a while.

Once you received a brisk nod, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around her and enveloping both of you in Enid's thick purple blanket. Wednesday wrapped her arms around your waist, letting herself bury her head in your shoulder. She allowed herself to enjoy the warmth of being wrapped up with you, holding you tightly and knowing that you were together.

The storm continued to rage outside, but you two were warm and safe in the knowledge that, when you were together, there was nothing that couldn't be fixed.

[barnesafterglow]

friday (i'm in love)

summary: every day you love bucky. every friday he pretends to love you too

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: college!au, angst, phoebe bridgers made me do this, ambiguous ending

a/n: i've been working on this bad boy since august and finally got around to finishing it. i actually really like this and i hope you all do too! please remember to reblog and comment - i love getting feedback!

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The Monday sun trickled through your half opened blinds, waking more sweetly than you probably deserved. Your eyes cracked open, seeing a peaking glance of the blue morning sky, and a half smile made its way to your face. Mondays were usually hard for you but you thought that just maybe today would be a change.

That is until your hand reached for the other side of the bed, feeling the sheets cold from a body long gone. Any warmth the splashes of sun may have granted you seeped from your body, leaving you as cold and empty as your sheets. Disappointed - but not surprised - you slipped from underneath the covers and made your way to the bathroom. While you were waiting for the water to heat up, you hesitantly looked at yourself in the mirror.

It was the same as every Monday of the semester -  messy hair, the remnants of mascara just under your eyes, the peak of a smattering of bruises across your collarbones - always low enough that no one could see them but you, and the person who left them there. But they would mostly fade by Friday, just to be replaced over the weekend.

It was a pattern you had somehow let yourself fall into, no end in sight. Every time your roommate gave you the side eye, or poured you a glass of wine when she heard your muffled sobs over the sound of the running shower, or heard the door quietly open and close in the way too early morning hours while she was awake in the living room, you tried to come up with ways to end it, ways to break the cycle. You would never do it, of course, but maybe if you could imagine, just for a moment, an end to the hurt you put yourself through, you could take a breath of relief.

As you stepped out of the lobby of your apartment into late fall air, you tampered down a quick flash of anger. It didn’t seem fair that the light blue of the sky and the golden rays of the sun were allowed to be out and proud when your own blue mood was so dark it neared black.

But still, just like every Monday, you took a deep breath and headed to your first class.

You were halfway across campus when you saw Bucky, talking to Sharon, and the quick flash of eye contact before he looked away, not so much as a wave of recognition, threatened to bring you to your knees. 

And the sky remained blue and clear.

-

Tuesday was so dark and cold it gave you whiplash.

The second day of the week was always a little easier, the wound less fresh, and you eased yourself out of bed, still sore from yesterday’s workout - where you ran until you could barely breathe because it was the only time you stopped thinking of Bucky. The warm shower nearly held you hostage, knowing you would be faced with a bitter chill once you stepped outside.

You managed to get out despite the protests from every cell in your body, and spent a long time getting ready, delaying the inevitable.

Your heart thudded, heavy in your chest, as you navigated campus, never sure when your greatest daydream and darkest nightmare would emerge from the crowd to haunt you with empty eyes.

The universe granted you reprieve for a day.

-

Wednesday wasn’t as kind.

The same weather matched your overcast mood and you bundled up in the first sweatshirt you grabbed from your drawer.

It wasn’t until you were already out of the door that you realized it was Bucky’s, and you let out a choked sound before you composed yourself.

Of course it would be your luck to be just outside the building when you got a message your only class for the day had been canceled, and you decided to make the trip worth your time by heading to the library.

You studied for your upcoming exam, digging into your textbook with a highlighter and a middle-of-the-week attitude.

As you turned the page, it sliced your finger and you let out a hiss of pain. The other hand gripped your pen so hard you thought it might explode in a splash of ink and shame. From the way your week was already going, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised. 

Dropping the pen on the table with a soft clatter, you dug around in your bag, searching for tissues you knew you didn't have. You finally gave up, sticking the bleeding fingertip in your mouth so you didn’t get blood on the page of notes you had been diligently working on. You looked around to see if anyone had seen your miniature fiasco, but everyone else on the floor was either immersed in their own studying or chatting quietly amongst themselves.

In your glance around, the elevator doors opening caught your eye at the very same moment Bucky walked out. Your heart swelled in a flurry of hope as his face split into an easy grin, until you realized he was looking over you. You turned your head enough to see Steve and Sam just a few tables over, and Bucky took a couple steps forward until his gaze dropped enough to see you. And your sweatshirt.

He came to a sudden stop, smile disappearing from his face, and he took a sharp turn towards the corner of the library where the stairwell led back to the bottom floor. You could barely hear the slam of the heavy door over the shattering of your heart.

-

By Thursday, you had fully convinced yourself to move on.

You had one last crying session with Wanda, over a bottle of wine and a mountain of good advice you would try desperately to take.

With a warm buzz, you felt light and airy on the decision to do better, be better, be stronger. No matter how many times you had told yourself the last time was truly the last time, you were convinced this was it.

Instead, Friday brought you a hangover and a text from Bucky.

Usual tonight?

You ignored it all day. You turned your phone off, shoved your laptop in a drawer, took away any form of communication you had with him. You spent the day catching up on reading you had been telling yourself you would get to for months.

It almost worked.

Wanda was gone for the weekend - she mistakenly trusted your promise that Bucky wouldn’t be coming over.

Because by the time the clock struck midnight, you texted him back.

-

For most of the next week, you didn’t see Bucky at all.

Monday it was a downpour, the sky black and the wind cutting your skin. You knew he skipped class on days like that. After class, you went for a run, watching the rain splatter on the window that looked over campus, and tried to push him from your brain. It worked.

Tuesday, in the early hours of the morning, you got a panicked call from your mom. Your dad was in the hospital and she needed help for a couple days. You packed a bag and got in your car, heading home without a second thought.

Wednesday you were so busy you didn’t think about Bucky at all.

Thursday, it was almost easy to block Bucky’s number.

Friday, you heard it.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock knock.

The pattern that let Wanda know to disappear into her room, where she could pretend she didn’t know what was happening. Bucky didn’t like anyone to see him there, even the girl who heard everything the two of you did through the thin walls.

The doorknob rattled, and you could tell he was surprised to find it locked. Every Friday before, it had been left open for him.

Evening your breathing, you opened the door and saw his confused face. Your thoughts wrestled between slamming the door shut and leaping into his arms.

In the end, you did neither, stepping back and letting him trail you to your bedroom.

“You never answered my text.” There was no emotion behind the statement. He said it like it was a simple fact, no different than telling you that your walls were grey.

“I know.” He sat on your bed like he belonged there.

“Why?” You backed away as far as you could, your back hitting the wall, your arms crossing over your chest like they could protect you from his words.

“Why do you think?”

“I have no clue.” You were in disbelief. He had no clue? No clue what you felt for him? No clue that he broke your heart a little more every time he came and went?

“I’m done. With us.” You tried to keep your voice from shaking, but there was still a slight waver. You wondered if he even noticed.

“What do you mean you’re done?”

“I mean I don’t want to do this anymore. Don’t want to see you. Don’t want you here.”

“Why?” So many why’s. So many sharp words he didn’t even know were cutting you deep.

“What do you mean why, Bucky? This isn’t fair anymore! You stay here all weekend, you slip in my bed and in me and then you’re gone by the time I wake up Monday morning. And every Monday I can’t hold my tears back, even though I know you won’t be here.”

“Baby, you -”

“Don’t call me baby.”

He looked genuinely shocked, and you knew why. You had never raised your voice at him. The two of you had never even gotten in any kind of fight; he didn’t care enough to.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just,” he stopped, seemingly gathering up his next words, “you knew what this was when we started.”

“And what is ‘this’? What am I to you?”

“You know what you are. You’re a… friend. With benefits. We said there were no strings attached.”

“No, you said there were no strings attached, and I went along with whatever you wanted because I knew this was as close as I could ever get to you loving me back.” The words flew from your mouth before you could catch them, and the tension that blanketed the room was so thick you felt like you could hold it in your hands.

“What?” His voice was barely a whisper, the first time he had shown any true emotion since he walked into your apartment.

“Just forget it.” You took a deep breath. “Get out.”

His eyes held a thousand questions, and you didn’t want to hear any of them. He sat, still as a statue, just staring at you.

“I said get out.”

It was like the words awoke him from a trance and he stood quickly, stumbling past you as he made his way out of the apartment.

-

The weekend hurt - the first weekend you hadn’t spent with Bucky in you didn’t even know how long.

But you didn’t cry.

You thought that might be a good thing.

-

By Monday, you were truly feeling better - the first Monday you could remember not having an emotional hangover. You got up early and went for a morning run, and didn’t even have to push the thought of Bucky from your mind. Then you went home and showered and got ready for the day. As you walked to class, you held your head high, a ghost of a smile on your face.

You felt good.

Then you saw him again. 

It was like deja vu, life in slow motion, a moment so perfectly timed you couldn’t even make it up in fiction.

You passed Bucky, the same as just a couple weeks before, talking to Sharon. Except this time, his arm was slung over her shoulder, a cocky grin on his face. Except this time, he actually looked at you, met your eyes in a stare, and his face dropped.

Except this time, gazes still locked, you watched each other, heads turned, until the moment passed and you were on your way, heart stilled in your chest.

-

Tuesday and Wednesday you couldn’t even get out of bed. 

It was like the small modicum of progress you had was washed away with the rain that pattered outside your window.

You wouldn’t - couldn’t - eat, so Wanda resorted to bringing you glasses of water, making you sit up and drink at least two before she would let you go back to wallowing.

She was a good friend; you knew she would make you get out of bed eventually, and she would help you move on. And you would try.

Thursday, the door cracked open, and you figured it was her finally coming to drag you out of bed. Instead, Nat and Wanda walked in.

Without a word, then got into bed on either side of you, and held you until you couldn’t cry anymore.

-

The weekend was easier. You went out with your friends you had been neglecting. You didn’t see Bucky. You felt better, at least a little bit.

You thought that maybe you would always love Bucky - love the way he touched you, love the way he would lay in your bed for hours and talk about anything and everything, love the way you knew each other inside and out - but you could also move on.

It was possible, you just had to try.

-

Monday night, you were sitting on the couch watching old TV reruns when you heard a shuffle outside your door.

Knock. Knock. Knock knock knock.

[igotanidea]

Consolation: Enid Sinclair x f!reader

request: I’d like to request something with Enid x fem!reader where Enid’s s/o comforts her after parents week and everything that happens with her mother.

„So, your father bailed on you this year as well?”

Xavier raised eyes on me and his pouted lips and annoyed expression were enough for an answer.

“You know, I don’t even care anymore” he shrugged, not having a care in the world.

“Mhm, right. Sure.” I leaned on the wall next to him watching everything that was happening in the quad during the first parents-students meeting this semester.

“Looks like your family abandoned you as well….” Xavier started.

“Well, you know, banshees are not exactly known as the familiar ones. It’s enough emotions for us to sense death around…..” I muttered, busy looking for a familiar face in the crowd of people downstairs. “Do you think she’s alright?”

“Who?” Xavier followed my gaze “Oh. Enid. I don’t know. She’s another one to have complicated family relationship, isn’t she?”

“You have no idea” I sighed deeply “I’m worried about her, you know. She looks…. sad. So much different from the happy, bursting joy of sunshine she is every day.”

“It’s just one weekend, I bet she’s…..”

“You know, maybe I’m being delusional as on only child, but I always thought having a lot of siblings means that you have someone to talk to or fight against or get into trouble together….”

“That might as well make us brother and sister.” Xavier smirked, but I barely heard his words, being too much inside my head.

“….and just look at them.  She’s all alone while her brothers play together. And her mother? Ugh. She’s just pushing her so hard. It’s so unfair! It’s not her fault she did not wolf out, yet!”

“Ok, Y/N, you might want to calm down…..” Thorpe put a hand on my shoulder and that made me realize I was squeezing the stones so hard my hands started to bleed. “Take it easy. You know you can always step in and become her knight in shining armor saving her from the literal claws of her relatives, right?”

“What? Oh hell, no! I love her, but her mother scares the shit out of me. I can sense a lot of negativity coming from her. Definitely a lot more than she’s showing.”

“Whatever you say. I guess we are cursed with each other this weekend than.”

“Could have been worse, I guess” I shoved him playfully, but my worries and fears about my wolf girlfriend were still there.  

***

“Y/N” I turned around facing forward but there was no one in front of me. Luckily, quick enough I realized the voice was coming from below and lowered my gaze only to spot Wednesday Addams glaring at me.

“Hello Wednesday.” I smirked “it is a wonderful day, isn’t it?” I tried my best to get any reaction from her, but her face did not change in the slightest so I dropped the act. “what do you want?”

“There’s nothing you could do to be useful to me.” She said flatly “Enid, however…..”

“Did something happen to her?” ok, now I was concerned. Just the mention of her name I was ready to jump into fire. Given my girl’s character that wasn’t so unlikely.

“Apart from that catastrophe of parents visit? Nothing. It is truly, a beautiful tragedy.”

“Where is she? Wednesday!” I wanted to wake her up from her own dark, gloomy fantasies about horrors and fears, but Addams was too intimidating to shake her. And maybe I was a little scared she would kill me at the spot if I were to do that.

“Dorm. Obviously. She got into one of her emotional state. Refuse to go out and see anyone, though I can’t comprehend why. I was always the one to stand out from my family and yet it never drew any emotions out of me.” I did not even listen to her blabbering as I took off running towards the Ophelia Hall. “Interesting,” Wednesday muttered to herself “and absolutely unnecessary.”

***

The wooden floor creaked the second I took a first step and the sound startled Enid, who ironically was a bit jumpy for a werewolf.  She abruptly turned towards the door, her cheeks puffy, eyes bleary from the tears falling down freely and that view broke my heart in a million pieces. My wonderful girl, my lovely golden-labrador, purely-hearted, perfect, innocent, sensitive girlfriend. Someone hurt her. Someone being most probably her mother. I felt endless rage just because of watching her broken figure, her hopeless expression and at the moment I was ready to burn the whole world down and watch it go down in flames just to make her feel better. For those who doesn’t know, banshees scream are indications of death, and I sensed one coming from the back of my throat, but her crouched, small figure made me stop. She looked so fragile and broken, sobbing desperately, trying her best to calm down and failing spectacularly.

“Y/N” she managed to pant, wiping her tears, and I rushed to her side, my hands circling around her at once.

“I’m here, Enid. I’m here. It’s ok, love” I shuddered when she hid her face in the crook of my neck.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” She muttered

“Why?”

“Cause I’m always happy and …. And I though…..”

“Hey. Stop it. Look at me.” She raised her blurry eyes and locked them with mine “There’s nothing, nothing you can do to make me look at you differently. All right? Tears or smiles or throwing daggers…. I love you all the same in each of the moods, ok? You don’t have to hide. And certainly, I don’t need Wednesday Addams to inform me of your stare” I muttered holding her tighter.

“She came to you?”

“Yes. And I did not like that.”

“I told you she cares. In her own way, but she does.”

“Right.” I muttered. I was not going to admit to Enid I was simply jealous. At least not at the moment, since it was not the time nor the place, but maybe, maybe in the future we will have a conversation about this. “What happened? I mean, I know the effect your family has on you but this is a whole new level of sadness. Even for you.” I cupped her cheek “Come on, sunshine, let it out.”

“she wants to send me to lycanthrope conversion therapy!” she dropped the hammer and started crying again.

“Oh, my love” I circled her arms and pulled her closer not believing what I just heard. No words could ever express how I felt at that moment. “I’m not letting you go anywhere. “

“You don’t?” she asked weakly and hiccupped which made her let out a laugh.

“Oh, there is that little smile I love” I pressed a small kiss the corner of her lips “of course I’m not. Wait, did you think differently?” even the thought of her believing I would not fight for her made me appalled.

“I…. I…. was too worried to think.” She confessed finally “you know, it’s just painful seeing your family not accepting you.”

“Can’t say I have such an experience, but I know how it feels to be alone. “ once again, banshees are not family creatures. “but you know what, you have family here, at Nevermore. You have me, Ajax, Xavier and as much as I hate to admit it, Wednesday.”

“She’s one of a kind, isn’t she?”

I rolled my eyes. I did not want to talk about the dark haired girl.

“Look, Enid. We all love you. I love you. More than anything. You could you have  fangs , scales or feathers for  what I care. You could even be a normie and that wouldn’t make me love you less.   None of this matters to me. You are kind, unlike your mother apparently” I hissed and she scoffed me for that but smiled a bit, “helpful, selfless and smart. Brave and full of life, ready to explore it to the fullest. I love your pink hair” I touched the left side of her head “and your blue hair” then the right one “I love your eyes and your claws” I grabbed her hands in mine, rubbing thumb over her soft skin. “But what I love most is your smile, even when it’s not on your face.” I caressed her cheek “just a memory of it makes it all better for me” I rested my forehead on hers, like I was trying to convey all my emotions to her and she definitely got the message leaning in and kissing my cheek softly.

“Thank you” she whispered “you are my strength, you know?”

“Maybe, but sometimes I wonder how you put up with my murderous attitude.”

“I love your murderous attitude.” She grinned “I think I’m feeling better now. “

“Does that mean you are going to stand up to your mother?”

“Well, if staying here with you is at stake than I definitely  will” she laughed “can’t leave you alone in case you were trying to murder the whole school, right?”

Oh, how I loved having that little rainbow in my life.

[triplesilverstar]

A much needed break

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Wolfwood X F!Reader

CW: P in V sex, creampie, clothed sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, office sex, oral sex, slight voyeurism, teacher-student relationship, porn with plot, listen you’re getting railed by Wolfwood as a teacher,

Word count: Roughly 1.2K words

A/N: A follow up blurb to file versions are important, where you’re still enjoying some intimate encounters with the salt and pepper man and this time it’s exam week.

The smell of nicotine wafts down from above you and mixes with the smell of dusty books and the musk of sweat and sex. Your legs spread as you lick the underside of Nicholas’s shaft tasting the remnants of your coupling from minutes earlier on his soft skin. A long exhale from Nicholas above you and the smell of nicotine grows stronger as he leans on the open window sill. 

“That’s a good girl.” A low groan as his free hand tangles in your hair briefly and you lightly nibble on his cock where the skin connects to his balls. “Making sure I take breaks.” It’s been a rough week for both of you, and while it’s only Wednesday you’ve written your final exam for this semester and most of your peers still have more to go. Nicholas has the pressure of marking everything from his three courses so you’re helping him the best way you know how. 

Your first coupling had been hard and fast on the floor of his office, shedding all your clothes in your hurry to have his dick split you open while Nicholas kicked off his shoes and slacks. Dragging you towards him before slamming home and throwing your legs over his shoulder so he could hit your cervix on every thrust, lips connected with his tongue plunging into your mouth and swallowing your screams. 

Fast and desperate. 

Too bad that one round was no where near enough.

When he left you for his post orgasm smoke you followed dropping to your knees with your hands on his thighs as you kissed his shiny tip. “Just till you’re done your smoke, then you can fuck me again. You deserve the break.” Giving him your best sultry smile until he relented letting you have your way.

“Fine. But once this cigarette is done I’m reminding that tight pussy who owns it slut.” Flicking his lighter as you got to work licking at skin, as much as he was gruff with you you were starting to figure out when he was playing the part and when he was actually upset with you. 

“Yes Sir.” 

Lapping at his semi hard cock you smile, well aware he’s dragging this cigarette out and you raise an eyebrow at him. Wondering just how far he’ll let you push him so he can say it’s for some punishment later. Smirking as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck, an involuntary jerk of his hips and more of his length is splitting your lips apart. “Horny slut. You better take it all now.” Growling down at you.

You’re happy too, humming as you start to bob your head feeling him growing firmer as you work more and more of his impressive size into your mouth. Drool escapes the corners of your mouth as you keep your eyes on the salt and pepper hairs that grow around his base. Keeping one hand on his thigh and using the other to push the edge of his dress shirt up so you can run your fingers through the same coarse hairs that start at his belly button and trail down. Your clit throbs in response to the way the muscle of his body flex, your mind already thinking of the wonderful ways he’ll have you screaming later.

Taking a deep breath through your nose now that he’s fully hard you start to deep throat him, relaxing as much as you can so your lips brush those same coarse hairs. You’d hum if it didn’t make you want to gag when his head brushes the back of your throat, looking up at Nicholas you can see him watching you as he takes another drag on his half-finished cigarette. His eyes are dark and your walls clench in response, he always looks so damn fuckable when he smirks like that. His eyes tell you how he’s going to enjoy the rest of his break. 

“Hey, Professor!” A voice calls from the open window and both of you react. You try to pop off his cock in surprise as the fear of being caught shoots through your spine. Nicholas however responds very differently.

His broad palm is at the back of your head, shoving down his length so your lips are at his base and your nose buried in those hairs you had been admiring. A pained whine at the sudden forcefulness of it as you do your best to breathe while your throat spams like mad. Nicholas answered with a wave of the hand holding his cigarette. “Good morning! How are you doing?” 

“Well, wondering why you’re smoking out your window? And it’s afternoon Professor!” You and Nicholas both know you’re slowly learning your different kinks, and you’re pretty sure this just unlocked a new one with how hard your walls are clenching. Wishing his dick was in your cunt instead of your mouth right now with the way your stomach was burning as he carried on a normal conversation. 

“Taking a quick break, and if I leave my office I might not get all these exams marked.” Nicholas is equally as affected if you had to guess from the way his hot cock is throbbing inside your mouth and his hands are gripping your head. 

“Oh, well good luck Professor! I'm off to my next exam!” Both of your hands are suddenly gripping great handfuls of his ass, moaning gently as the smell of sweat trapped in his pubic hair has your sex roaring. 

“I think you need more luck than me!” Laughing as if he isn’t shaking or has his cock down your throat. You don’t know how you managed to hear it over the sound of your blood pumping through your veins, but Nicholas has his cigarette out and is closing the window. The snap as he locks it in place and he’s stepping back, grabbing you and pulling you upwards before slamming you into the wall next to the window. His mouth is insistent as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth, his hand flying to hook one of your legs over his hip and slide into your wet cunt. 

“Maybe after this round, you need to stay behind and drink some tea.” Panting as he slams into you against the wall of his office. 

Your fingers are flying to his shirt, loosening the buttons so the flesh of his chest can touch your tender breasts directly. “Oh?” 

“Your throat must be sore after that rough treatment.” Meeting you for another sloppy kiss as he grinds his hips more into you, rubbing you in all the right places. “And after that I don’t I can focus on work.”

“Why is that, Sir?” You don’t need to pretend to let your voice drop, breathless from his actions as your hands dig into the meat of his shoulders under the shirt.  

“Because my dick is going to want you wrapped around it again, so you need to stay and keep it warm. Either in this tight pussy or that pretty throat of yours.” Tossing your other leg over his hips and raising you higher to thrust harder up into you and shoving his face into your neck, starting to leave a trail of bruises just below where the neck of your shirt would sit. 

Well, who are you to say no to such a hard-working man?

[antimonyandthyme]

sebmick vampire au in which

Seb’s a professor at the university and when he comes in for his lecture there’s always this lad standing politely outside the hall wouldn’t take a step in looks so shy doesn’t really make eye contact and Seb jokes, “Do you need me to invite you in?”

And the lad swallows, stares at the ground and nods.

And Seb, bemused, goes “Alright then, come on in.”

And the lad bolts into class takes a seat and listens to everything Seb says with the most attentive of faces. His essays are Seb’s favourites. His practical sums are so neatly done Seb imagines he could line them up with a ruler. There’s no reason why anyone would put this much effort into GEOG 101. Maybe the lad just wants a really good grade. Maybe the lad wants to impress him—don’t go there, he tells himself.

Still, Seb saves Mick’s essays for last. Almost a treat, the last paper he marks before he goes to bed.

Every Monday Wednesday and Friday finds Mick standing outside his lecture hall. And every time, Seb beckons him in. “You’re welcome here,” or “Come on,” or “I’m inviting you in.”

By the end of the semester Seb’s so invested in this kid but it’s nothing beyond professional, of course. Nothing to do with Mick’s soft voice during office hours, asking Seb questions Seb’s pretty sure he already knows the answer to, or how Mick’s hair looks so soft to the touch, or how his skin almost glistens in warm light. By the end of the semester Seb resolves to encourage Mick to step into a lecture hall without coaxing. Reasons it’s for Mick’s good, building some confidence in himself. It wouldn’t do for Mick to miss classes if a Professor wouldn’t invite him in, would it?

“Come on,” Seb says, even though Mick’s panicked eyes are a little unsettling. “You can do it.”

“No,” Mick says tightly. “I can’t.”

Everyone’s different. Everyone’s got their own hang ups and fears. This is a strange one, walking into spaces without an invitation, but Seb’s not one to judge. “I know you can,” Seb says cheerfully.

Mick shakes his head, terrified.

Seb smiles, tries to ease Mick with some gentle ribbing. “You’re not a vampire, Mick, you don’t need permission to exist. Come on. It’s easy.”

Mick stares. Seb watches as his jaw clenches. As something age-old passes across his face and as he braces himself and steps into the lecture hall.

“There we are,” Seb exclaims. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Mick doesn’t respond. It takes Seb a moment to realize why—

Twin trails of blood, leaking from his nose. His skin has turned from gold to grey. His breath coming out in staccato bursts, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. Mick drops to his knees, clutching his chest. The air passing through his mouth rattles from the liquid gathering in his lungs—

“You’re welcome here,” Seb shouts. “I invite you in. You have my permission. Mick—look at me.” The boy does, Icarus gazing at the sky. “You’re welcome here. Dammnit, listen to me, please.” Seb dabs wildly at Mick’s sluggishly bleeding nose with his own sleeve. “I’ve been cruel. Forgive me. You’re welcome here.”

Mick eventually stops shaking in Seb’s arms. The long, slanted glass windows of the lecture hall announce the arrival of dusk. It’s a good time for secrets. Seb presses a kiss into Mick’s forehead.

There. Now they both have one.

[leigh-kay]

Tyler x reader where reader has actually been killing everyone as a Hyde and manipulated everyone into thinking it was Tyler. Tyler figures out it was really her and fucking rails her as revenge - @serrinaisdying (didnt know how to answer it twice lmfao) but here u go babe

.... i told u i was on it 🥂

Revenge is Best Served Rough | tyler galpin

SMUT OBVI

i am so fucking sorry for that cheesy ass title oh my god

warnings // mean!tyler, struggle for dominance lmao, dark!reader, dark!tyler, a teeny tiny smack across readers face, choking, missionary bc tyler likes to know you're looking at him as he fucks you, degrading, unprotected sex (would not reccomend), dirty talk (my fav), mention of past... encounters w xavier bc hes on my mind, p in v fr, spitting in readers mouth, biting

Her door slammed shut, causing her to jump, a gasp escaping her as she turned on her bed to acknowledge the sound.

Her eyes widened at what she saw.

"Tyler, aren't you supposed to be in a cell right about now?"

He tried his best not to laugh at her casual ask, "Not like you have any reason to fear me so why does it matter?"

"Wednesday says you're dangerous... That you're the one killing people." She scooted towards her headboard in an effort to put distance between them.

He smiled, "You're the prettiest little fucking liar there ever were."

The falsified fear in her eyes no longer lingered, her fingers releasing the grip she has on her duvet. The jig was fucking up.

"You think I'm pretty?" She grinned, patting at her bed, "Come sit, we clearly need to talk."

"Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"That happened before we even met, now don't be a rude guest. Sit down."

His arms crossed, but he sat. He refused to take his eyes off of her. Answers were in order.

"Why me?"

"You're mom of course. She was like me. You will be too. You havent been awoken yet. Your mother died but for some reason it didn't trigger you. You'll be transformed one day, and when you are, all that extra strength and anger and hunger will amplify and you'll be just like me. I blamed you because it made sense."

His eyes narrowed, "You blamed me for no good reason! I haven't done anything yet!"

"Yet. And I blamed you because you're young and clueless and weak."

Her head cracked the headboard as his hand grasped around her neck, closing her airways and leaving her choking on the air she couldn't call in. It made her stomach turn, and his head spin.

"You call that weak? Looks to me like you're in no position to speak." He laughed under his breath. Pun intended, he supposed.

Her own fingers twisted around his wrist, pressing her nails into his skin, cutting and digging. It called a hiss out of his teeth, but made him falter just enough to catch a breath as his grip loosened.

He was wild. Eyes black, hair messed and teeth bared. His lips were swollen, bitten to a raw point that she assumed was from Wednesdays torture methods just a few hours prior.

He looked like he wanted to rip her apart limb by limb and fuck, she hadn't been this turned on since her and Xavi snuck around secret library last semester.

"Oh? So the psycho bitch doesn't shut up unless she wants to be fucked then?"

He's closer to tranforming than she thought if he can smell her already.

She opened her mouth to speak, having his hand come across her cheek.

"Not one more word."

His hands groped at her, tearing away at her top as his lips attacked hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Kisses, bites, tore down her neck as she wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, tugging his already hard cock against her core, bucking against him. The groan he let out was enough to let her relax. He at least wouldn't be a real threat to her safety until after he finished.

She'd worry about that after he fucked her senseless then. Priorities.

"Why do you kill?" He worked off her jeans.

She laughed, "I'm not allowed to talk."

He halted his motions, grabbing her by the chin, "Open." She obeyed.

She always thought if someone spit in her mouth she'd hate it. She fought the shame off of the fact it was actually the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. She swallowed with a smile on her face.

"Now, if you can open your mouth to be a slut you can open it to talk." He glared down at her, thumb running over her cheek in a manner much too soft for the mood of their situation.

"I kill because it's fun." she grasped at his shoulders and forced her weight over, straddling him as he fell under her.

"I kill because it feels good," her own mouth found his collarbones, tugging the skin between her teeth and nipping just hard enough he whined, hips bucking involuntarily.

"And i kill because they taste of their fear is amazing," her tongue ran across his neck, "not as good as you taste though."

He lifted his hips to press against her center and her eyes fluttered as he repeated the motion, bringing his hands to her hips. He used all that extra strength to force her down against him and he didn't let up until she finally gasped and lost the straightened posture she'd taken on top of him.

Lost in the feel of him against her, she hadn't noticed when he grabbed at her wrists and rolled her right back under him. Not until he stopped his attack on her lower half.

She whined before she could stop herself.

"Tyler so help-" his mouth covered hers.

"Let's try the quiet route again, yeah?"

His fingers crept into her panties, pulling them down her legs as she wiggled under him. She was desperate for friction he refused to currently give her.

"You're unbelievable. Getting me arrested to letting me use you like a goddamn toy."

He bit his way up her thighs, onto her stomach, "and I meant it when I said you were a pretty liar."

He tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts to the cold of the room and to his view.

"I think it's just because I like seeing your mascara run when you cry. Even if it's fake, those little tears of yours are just so precious you know?"

His lips closed over her nipple, pulling, the warm contrast made her sigh. Her relief was short lived as his teeth began to tug at her.

"Fuck!" she squealed, hands finding his hair and tugging right back.

"Thought I said to shut the hell up?"

"Either fuck me or kill me Galpin, choose fast or I'm choosing for us."

His eyes rolled as he ripped his pants down, taking his cock in his hand as he leaned over her.

He was bigger than expected, and thicker too. Butterflies stormed her stomach as he eyed her, looking feral.

He entered her with a single quick thrust, fucking into her with ease.

He didn't go slow and he didn't care to. She was hardly complaining. The sting was unimaginable compared to the feel of him pulling at that spot inside of her that had her clawing at his back.

It made her eyes roll as his hand refound her neck, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"God you're such a slut. Squeezing down on me like you need it."

She couldn't force out a snarky reply. Not when she could feel him in her stomach. She thought she might die when she saw him pushing against her, the print just visible as he fucked her.

He could see the bruises forming from the bites he'd ravaged her with, and the sight of the red staining the cheek he'd struck and he hated to admit it made his blood warm like a fire.

"Faster," she cried, eyes watering at the brutality of each thrust.

He slowed, putting more weight behind each slow drag as he pressed a hand down where his cock pushed against her pelvis.

"Can't have you calling the shots," he teased, noting her annoyance at ignoring her request.

Her stomach clenched as she forced her walls in on him, making him whine against her neck.

"Keep that up and you won't cum at all."

She huffed, bucking her hips, "Please, I'll be good, I'll tell them all the truth, please!"

"You? Be good?" he pierced each word with a thrust hard enough to make her head spin.

"I promise!" she sobbed, feeling the tightening in her core as her legs shook around him.

"So pretty when you beg too, hmm?" He ran his fingers across her clit, feather light with each touch as he pounded into her like she was less of a person and more of a toy.

She fought to keep her eyes on him as he gazed down at her, a smile gracing his lips just as he pressed harder against the bundle of nerves keeping her in tact.

"Tyler!" she yelled, teeth tearing into her bottom lip as she let go.

She saw stars, moaning and crying as it crashed down on her. It drove him crazy to watch her fall apart, driving him to pump harder, fuck her through each and every wave as it hit her.

His own composure began to break as he felt the build start to break. His hands tightened around her waist, pressing hard into her as he came, head falling back as she seemed to suck out every last drop he forced out.

He fell to her side as they caught their breath, staring at the cieling.

Before she could fully calm down, her phone was held over her face.

"You promised."

[wol-fica]

《𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂》 - Chapter I

summary - a new semester has dawned on wednesday, bringing new people and new feelings with it warnings - lil bit of xavier hate 🤷 an - welcome to chapter I, let’s get this shit —————————

Wonder

Wonder is a very useful word, it can be wound into almost anything. You can call someone or something wonderful, alluding to them being nice. You can also say something is wonderous, which would mean you would see something as interesting or complex. Now as normal, you can also just wonder; to think and imagine.

Currently right now, Wednesday is wondering how she is in the predicament of her younger brother Pugsley squeezing the life out of her. He always was the hugging type, just not this extreme.

As of the moment, her family was stationed outside the large burgundy doors of Nevermore school as they sent Wednesday off for a new semester of learning useless information to “guide her in life”. Her father, doting as always, stood by her mother while giving her the ever-so-usual heart eyes. That was one thing Wednesday vowed to never do; fall in love.

“Pugsley, let go of your sister before you flush her face with color.” Morticia mused, waving him back.

“My little viper, we will miss you so much.” Gomez sighed, giving Wednesday a gentle hug after cupping her face.

“Likewise.” Wednesday droned out, keeping a close eye on the doors in case someone stumbles outside to witness her sappy family.

“We shall see her in due time, four months correct?” Morticia asked Wednesday as she clasped her hands together.

“Unfortunately.”

“Well then, have a wonderful time darling.” She said before heading to the car, Gomez and Pugsley on her tail. 

“Wonderful is an interesting word for sending me into purgatory…” Wednesday muttered before turning around sharply to head inside.

Once she pushed the large doors open and made it inside, she started on her direct path to her dormitory. Footsteps echoed harshly against the cool-tiled floor as Wednesday walked, giving harsh glares to anyone who spared her a glance. 

The semester wouldn’t be starting for another two weeks, but she decided she wanted to be early as to settle in and have time with her group before classes overwhelmed them all. If she had chosen to wait, she would sure be bombarded with people in her face and questions all around about the events of the past school year. 

Even though Crackstone had been defeated, Wednesday still had a feeling of uncertainty in the back of her brain. His demise was too easy, to say the least, and it was perplexing to her that the so-called “battle” didn’t last that long. Tyler has been missing recently; he had broken out of his imprisonment and whisked Thornhill away with him, so who knows of their whereabouts. 

Her thoughts had overcome her senses so much that she didn’t even realize she made it to her dorm. The familiar dark oak wood door welcomed her with open arms as she made her entrance into Ophelia Hall’s glorious expanse. The scent of taxidermy remnants and aggressive vanilla perfume practically slapped her in the face, causing her to stop abruptly in disgust. 

“Wednesday!” 

Wednesday turned her head to the left to see a colorful mass running straight towards her. Enid engulfed her in a hug, jumping up and down in excitement of seeing her roommate.

“I didn’t know you would be here early!” Enid squealed, squeezing the life out of Wednesday’s midsection.

“Enid, let go.” Wednesday growled, trying ever so hard to keep her composure.

Enid pulled back, keeping her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders, and seemed to look her up and down in surprise, “You grew! What are you, 5,6?”

“5,3.” Wednesday corrected, wiggling away to head to her side of the room for unpacking, “Still shorter than you.”

“Don’t be such a grump about your height; people like small…er…people!” 

Wednesday suppressed an insult, knowing that Enid wouldn’t take it seriously, and instead opted for an eye roll. Living with her again will be a wild ride, to say the least.

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The quad was alive with noise when Wednesday arrived to meet up with her friends for a nice trip to Jericho. Students wandered about, smiling at old friends and greeting new ones with the same forwardness. There were only about twenty or so people in the area, as school wouldn’t be starting for a while and some believed that they should arrive at the very last second. 

Wednesday grimaced at a couple making out as she walked by, mentally noting to never fall in love while she is alive. She glanced around, searching for some familiar faces, and spotted Enid with Ajax, Bianca, Yoko, and Xavier. 

Xavier. The names rolled off her tongue with distaste. As much as she did care for him and found his brave act of archery very noble, she did not care for his flirtatious antics, at all. As most men go, he was as stubborn as a blunt stick and as persistent as a sea otter in heat. The way his arm would casually drape over her shoulder, or how his hand wound up always brushing Wednesday’s; at that point she was mildly uncomfortable. And not in a good way.

“Wednesday! It’s nice to see you again.” Bianca sneered playfully, clearly faking a rivalry.

“You finally decided to show.” Xavier smiled, pulling Wednesday in for a quick hug, in which his hands went an inch too low for Wednesday’s comfort, “It’s good to see you.” 

“Likewise.” She droned, stepping back and giving the group an exceptionally dry stare, “Can we go now?”

Everyone nodded, grabbing their things before heading out of the quad and down to the gate where their shuttle was waiting. The ride was quick and quiet, most everyone just enjoying the calmness. Once they stepped off of the bus though, they were bombarded with sound and an exceptionally aggressive mob surrounding outside of the Weathervane.

“Freak!”

“Outcast!”

“Go back to the forest!”

“You’re a curse!”

Wednesday wrinkled her nose as she listened to the insults being spat about. She craned her neck, trying to see who was being poked around, but before she could get a glimpse, Enid stormed forward in a fiery rage. 

“Get away, all of you! Screw off!” She yelled, causing the crowd to disperse immediately. 

Who knew she was so well respected, Wednesday thought, but her quips were cut off when she finally saw who was the center of attention just moments ago.

A taller girl, about five foot seven, stood shakily in front of Enid. Her hair was a stunning ferrari-red pulled back into a ponytail while two snow-white streaks rounding her beach-tanned face. Freckles danced across her nose while a handful of old scars littered her skin. Her eyes glowed a sunny yellow, matching with the pale daisy-colored sweatshirt she wore with her dull brown cargo jeans. The most eye-catching part of her, and probably why she was being targeted, were her large black wings protruding from her back. Their bold exterior had a slight iridescent shimmer to them as she spoke her thanks to Enid. 

Wednesday was speechless, but not just because of the girl. Her heart was hammering in her chest at an alarming speed while her breathing seemed to be cutting short. A feeling, one that Wednesday cannot describe, was rising in her throat. Her stomach seemed to flutter uncontrollably as her lips parted in shock. 

“Beautiful.” Wednesday whispered almost inaudibly before slapping a hand to her mouth in utter shock. 

I did not just say that. Why did I say that?!

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[nova-alien-rants]

sometimes it can be really fucking scary to achieve the things you've always wanted.

i think i need to put this out there not just for myself, but for anyone else who may be having a hard time coping with change in their lives, even if it's for the greater good.

this past wednesday was genuinely a really hard day for me. like, really really fucking hard. one of my best and oldest friend bailed on me along with her entire family which i considered to be my own, my parents acted disgusting toward my brother and tried pulling the same shit on me, i came back to my dorm after 40 minutes of driving to discover someone came into my room and touched my shit, and then had some stupid freshman act like a brat when i brought it up to the RAs. i haven't felt as low in a LONG time as i did by the end of that day.

but while i was driving back to campus, feeling completely alone and like i had no one to talk to, my grandparents ended up calling just to chat. i was crying so hard that i couldn't stop myself and spilled everything that had happened to me that day, and to my surprise, they were... really nice. they comforted me and even offered for me to move in with them once they get settled in their new house. i told them i felt really worried about how my parents would take the news of me moving, but my grandma said not to worry about that and she'll take care of it. for once i'm actually glad the people in this family are crazy.

all i've ever dreamed about for as long as i can remember is getting away from my parents. no longer living with them, no longer being controlled by them, no longer being physically and mentally broken down by them. my life goal has been to break free from my parents permanently. not a career, not material possessions, none of those things can ever come close to that goal. but now that it's happening, i'm filled with a kind of fear i've never experienced. there's so much uncertainty about literally everything in my life now.

will this thing with my grandparents' house even work out? how will my parents react to it? how am i going to manage to move all my shit into my grandparents' house even if i am able to stay there? what will happen when next semester starts? if i move in with my grandparents, my parents will cut me off financially and i won't have any help paying for my university tuition and/or housing. how will i finish my degree? how will i be able to afford going to graduate school? how will i pay for my medical bills?

i know in time all of these questions will become trivial, and i'll be able to look back eventually and be able to laugh about the fact that i was ever worried. the universe always works in my favor, even if i can't see it at the time. things always seem to have a funny way of working out but it's scary in the moment to not know what's going to happen. i'm a person who desperately craves stability and concrete plans in order to function, so all this uncertainty is... a lot to deal with.

but i think all this is happening so i can shed my old life and start another chapter in which i can finally heal for good and stay that way. even if our old lives suck, we can get used to them anyway and changing them can be absolutely terrifying. i think that's why leaving one's comfort zone can feel so hard. we don't know what to expect, so how are we supposed to protect ourselves in the event that something goes wrong? but i've come to believe that things don't go wrong, they simply don't go the way we expected them to. and that's scary, but it's also okay to sit with that fear. everything happens for a reason.

i'm not one of those people who will say to just "be happy" under circumstances such as these, even when your feelings may seem irrational and/or confusing to you. we're human, we're not fucking robots. we can't go through life stone-faced. change is hard. it's scary. it's overwhelming and full of so many questions no one may ever have the answers for. it's okay to take some time to cry, to scream, to get those feelings out. our brains are trying to keep us safe, and it's our job to let our brains express themselves. not every feeling has to be rationalized. it doesn't all have to make sense. sometimes it's okay to Just Be.

i personally believe that the world would be a much better place if we all took more time for ourselves to really feel our shit, because that's the only way it's going to get processed and let go. if you're someone like me whose BPD makes every feeling seem like a nightmare straight from hell, or whose alexithymia confuses you about what you're even feeling, that's okay too. again, you don't have to have all the answers. let yourself cry. let yourself lie on the floor. let yourself engage in your comfort activities. let yourself rest.

change isn't supposed to be all sunshine and rainbows. it's hard work, but it will all be worth it in the end. after every single one of my darkest times, i found myself shining brighter than i ever did previously. i don't know why we have to go through certain experiences, but it will all make sense one day. every single person on this earth has trauma, even if they may not have been abused or deal with a form of a post traumatic disorder. we're all just oversized children who are scared and need a hand to hold as they navigate life. we're human, and we're allowed to feel. we're going to get through this.

there's a reason why people say bravery is being scared while doing it anyway. change really is fucking scary, regardless of how good it may be for us. i'm going to keep saying it. hold your breath and do the thing anyway. let yourself be scared. feel that fear. make room for it and live with it. your brain loves you and is trying to protect you, even if it seems misguided. it's doing its best to be there for you, so you may as well at least humor it, right? how beautiful is it that your brain loves you enough to constantly try and protect you, regardless of the circumstance? i think it deserves love back. love those parts of you which have always loved you.

you're going to make it. you love you.

[myzzjolanda]

Eat. Please?

I might have done something again. Took me a while to write this out because I wasn’t really sure hów I wanted to write it out, but I’m pleased with the result. Enjoy again! 

Show: Wednesday

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader

Warning: none, I think

Wordcount: 1923 

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Larissa Weems was a really busy woman, but she usually made sure she could spend time with you for lunch and in the evenings. Even if she had tons of work to do, she would find a way to have at least a quick lunch and half an hour together with you before bed so you could talk (or vent) about your day.

But this is the last week of the schoolyear. The week you both had been dreading for a while already. Both of you had tried to prepare for this week, but when it had started, the workload was still wáy more than any of you had anticipated on. There were so much papers and tests to be graded, students who needed help with resits or trying to fix subjects so that they could continue their studies in their next year, even more parents who demanded some of your time you didn’t had to talk about their children grades. Larissa, of course, had to put even more time in those things than you do. She had to oversee the processes and had to deal with most of the parents who wanted to complain about the grades of the students. This meant you barely saw her this week. You saw her just before going to sleep when she crawled into the bed and pulled you closer to her, and in the mornings when she woke up early, and placed a kiss on your forehead just before she got out of bed.

And you saw her in the hallways during the days of course, when you gave each other small smiles and had really short smalltalks. To everyone else, she looked as calm and relaxed as ever, as if everything was under control. But when you looked at her, you could see she felt tense and perhaps even a bit stressed. You even wondered if she even ate enough. You knew she always struggled with eating breakfast, even when she wasn’t stressed. And earlier this week, when you needed something from her, you stepped in her empty office, and more than half of her sandwich was still on her desk. ‘At least she finished her tea’, you could only think to yourself. When on Thursday you heard her assistant say the day was a four out of four of which she didn’t finish her lunch, you had enough of it. You decided that you’d work extra hard to cook her a simple and light, but her favourite meal. And then you’d bring it to her. And you would sit with her until she had finished her plate. You’d shove the food down her throat if necessary.

 Luckily, you just had one class with a test today and that class was in the morning. This afternoon, you had 2 meetings with students who wanted help with your subjects in the next semester. You gave them a bit of reading to do for in the summer, and afterwards you could finally grade the tests. Luckily again the test was 75 percent multiple choice and the other 25% open questions. You’d have a hard time finishing on time if you put more open questions in the test, but it was 3:30pm when you where done. You entered the grades in the schoolsystems and in an excelsheet, and then made your way to the shops. Luckily, you’ve made this dish quite often for Larissa so you knew where to find everything quite quickly. Larissa loved fish and especially a salmon salad you made for her on one of the first dates you had. In the beginning, you thought she was joking, or that she would just say it was her favourite just to please you, but she just kept asking for this salad when you asked her what she wanted to eat. One time, when she was really terrible sick with a bad flu, she was half asleep in her bed. You didn’t think she would feel like eating a lot, but then out of a sudden, with a sad voice, she had stated: “My salad. Yóur salad. I want your salad.”. When you looked at her with confusion in your eyes, she sleepily continued: “The salmon salad. I want your salmon salad. Please?”. And surprisingly, she finished the whole familybowl in one setting. 

When you got home, it was already 5pm. It was a blessing you didn’t have to cook or boil anything, since it was quite a hot day. You just had to wash the veggies and cut them, put them together with the salmon and the dressing and then you’d be finished. Before you started cooking, you decided to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes. After the shower, you put your still wet hair in a messy bun and started to put together the salad. You also cut the baguette you bought in pieces, put them in a bowl and put some garlic butter in a smaller bowl. Eventually, you put the salad, the baguette, the garlic butter, two plates and the cutlery on a big tray. You were happy Larissa’s office wasn’t far away. You were doubting if you’d go to her immediately or that you’d wait a bit longer, since you didn’t want to disturb her. But then you reminded yourself of the fact that she doesn’t plan meetings or calls after 5PM, so you wouldn’t disturb her with such things. And she needed to eat anyway, especially since she didn’t finish her lunch.

When you got to Larissa’s office, you noticed her door was open a tiny bit. You didn’t hear any voices, just her working on her computer. Since your hands were full with the tray, you pushed the door open with your shoulder. “Oof, I’m glad you left that door open a bit, love, thanks for that.”, you stated. Larissa’s head twitched up from her computer at you when you spoke. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”, she asked you, with a tone of surprise in her voice. “Making sure you eat.”, you answered. You put the tray down on an empty corner of her desk. “And I missed you, so I decided to make a big bowl of your favourite salad to eat together”. You saw a twitch of panic in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/n, but I don’t have much time. I still need to answer a ton of emails, I have four tests to enter into the system, I-“ “Make time. Please. I’ve heard you didn’t finish your lunch for the fourth time in a row already. I don’t even want to know what you’ve had for dinner the last few days.”. A look of guilt appeared in Larissa’s eyes. “but…” “Please?”, you continued. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten much dinner these days, have you?” “Wasn’t hungry.”, Larissa mumbled back. You sighted. “Please eat? I’ve made your favourite salad, and brought a baguette with garlicbutter as well. We can eat together if you like and I’ll help you entering those grades if we’re done.”.  With this, you earned a little smile from Larissa. “Alright then. If you insist. And I of course can’t resist that salmon salad of yours.”. 

For a few minutes, you both sat there, eating in silence. “So how was your week up until now?”, you asked Larissa. She stayed silent for a few moments and then something in her face changed. “Oh no, sweety!”, you said to her while you run to her to hold and hug her close. Her face changed to show pure panic and stress. A tear fell down on her check. “I’m sorry”, she said with a soft voice, “I’m used to last weeks of semesters and even to last weeks of schoolyears, but this one seemed to be the worst of them all and I don’t even know why. I’m not even doing anything differently, but I started to feel overwhelmed and then there was miss Adams as well and…”. You shushed her. “It’s okay. Why didn’t you tell me? It’s okay to be a little overwhelmed at times. It’s also okay to ask for help. What is nót okay is that you forget to eat. Please, ask for help the next time you start to feel overwhelmed and I try my best to help you. We can sort everything out together, remember?”, you whispered in hear ear, remembering her of the promise she made you when the two of you where just together. She nodded, and cried for a few more moments with her head on your chest. When her sobs started to be more soft, you made eye contact with her again while wiping away her tears. “Are you feeling better again?”, you asked her. She nodded slowly. You smiled at her. “Good. Now, empty your plate, as the good girl that you are.”, you told her with a grin. She smiled at you and started to eat again. After a few more bites, Larissa put down her fork again. “Y/n?” “Yes, love?”. Her mouth opened. And then closed. And opened again. She took a deep breath and then said: “Marry me.”. Your face jolted up. “I’m sorry?”, you said, your mouth still full with a bite of the bread. She looked a bit taken back with your answer, but at least she didn’t panic. “Marry me y/n y/l/n. Please. I know this is a weird question asked at a weird moment and I also know I should’ve bought you a ring but you’re fantastic and I love you and I just realised how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and-“ “Yes.”, you answered blankly. You felt your throat get thicker. You tried not to cry. “…What?”, Larissa said softly, with a somewhat worried, but also somewhat surprised look on her face. “Yes. I’d love to marry you, Larissa Weems.”,  you answered. Tears started to fill up your eyes while you let out a giggle. Larissa stood up, still with a look of surprise on her face, and walked over to you. She took your hand and pulled you up so that she could make eye contact and she could hold your closer. She cupped your face with one hand while she placed her other hand on your waist. “Really? Do you really want to marry me?” “I’d love to marry you. Wouldn’t want to trade you with anyone in the universe.”, you answered softly. Larissa started to laugh uncontrollably while her eyes filled up with tears of joy. She kissed you passionately. “I love you, y/n. I love you so much.”, she told you when she hugged you. You started to cry too. “I was so worried you’d say no.”, Larissa whispered softly in your ear. That surprised you. “Really? Why would I want to say no?” “Don’t know. But it bothered me ever since I decided I wanted to marry you earlier this week.”, she answered. You looked at her with a surprised look. You giggled. “You liar. You told me the school was what stressed you out this week.”. Larissa giggled back. “It was. But this week I had something extra on my mind as well.”. Laughing, the two of you kissed again. When you let go of each other again, Larissa looked at the table with the salad on it again. “How much salad do you have left? I’m starving.”. You laughed. “A lot, I wanted you to eat properly again.”. “Good, let’s finish this bowl of salad. I need it.”.