#sorry if there’s mistakes i’m not a native speaker

[ineffableuser]

PLEASE I AM SO MAD

LOOK AT THIS SHIT

THIS PART OF HANNIBAL TAKES PLACE IN ITALY

YOU’D EXPECT THEM TO GET THINGS RIGHT THAT ONE TIME IT ISN’T JUST ABOUT MAFIA, AND YET

I will now explain in detail some mistakes in this wanted poster because it is both extremely frustrating and hilarious

“Voluto per omicidio”. That’s supposed to be “wanted for murder” but since in English “want” can have different meanings it’s actually “desired for murdered”, instead of “ricercato per omicidio” as it should be said when talking about a wanted criminal

Small mistake, “marrone” means “brown”, referring to eye and hair colour, but Italian adjectives are numbered so it should be “marroni” (yes, even for the hair)

The “Caratteristiche Distintive” paragraph begins with “Dott. Lecter”, without putting the needed article “il”

The second sentence of that paragraph begins with the pronoun “Lui”, “he”, which can be and usually is omitted by natives since verbs already imply the subject

Third sentence begins with “Egli”, which is pointless too and also a rarely used, more posh version of “Lui”

Still third sentence, one of the worst things about this. “Egli sarà disegnato alla cultura”. Where do I even begin? “Sarà” is “will be”, I don’t see why they used a future tense while putting a present tense right after, but do you want to know the funniest thing? This whole thing is supposed to mean “he will be(?) drawn to culture”, but we all know that “draw” also means this: ✍🏻. GUESS WHICH VERB THEY USED

“Dott. Lecter è ben arredata”: lack of article again, also this translates to “Doctor Lecter is well furnished” and the word for “furnished”, which is referring to Hannibal, is feminine

Last line, the one with the phone number at the bottom of the page, talking about how you should contact local police or call the number if you see him. Last few words “o chiamata”: they probably meant “or call”, but “chiamata” is the noun “call” (the verb “to call” is “chiamare”)

It’s both hilarious and frustrating. I was glad to see that they spoke Italian relatively often and that it wasn’t all a mafia-centered parody, but apparently asking, possibly paying a native/Italian speaking person on set (like Fortunato Cerlino, the actor that plays Inspector Pazzi) to check this thing instead of typing on Google Translate and calling it a day is still too much to ask

What can I say?

Grazie e vaffanculo

I don’t think there’s any need to translate that too

[guzae0los]

Tbh I love how she has been de-deified in this latest era, and all of this didn’t happened in one night you know. this concept(or enlightenment what so ever) has already been given in the mid/post-twelfth era, starts with the Heaven Sent and has been unfolded in Extremis. Or even way back to The God Complex . (So then maybe the passive voice I used isn’t even quite accurate) they walk down the altar themselves with self conscious.

This isn’t the first time she felt the gravity of fate and reality, yet she’s now standing in her feet on the earth, struggles and fight like a living being. She’s not anymore a god nor a hero whom came from way beyond, after all this life with those creatures she has a complex feeling of, they’re now more alike, and it’s definitely not a downgrade.

[xxchumanixx]

Hii, I have a request Tim Bradford X Grey!reader, I really liked the other one where she is Sergeant Grey’s adoptive daughter.

So basically she is a detective in another station, because you know, conflict of interests since she is his daughter.

she is younger than Tim, so age gap, 25 or so. She is a complete badass fr

and she goes to an undercover mission, a fancy party or something like that, alone. and things kinda get complicated, so the sergeant of the station where she works calls for backup, her father, because they are closer to where she is and also because he thought Wade would want to know his daughter is in danger.

so they get the call, and go to the place, and at first they don’t know she is grey’s daughter. They didn't know he had another daughter and that she was a detective, just because doing this dangerous job he was trying to protect her.

but she was handling things beautifully💅🏻💅🏻, and once they got there she had the suspects under control and was just slightly injured (like her arm idk). And she did it in a dress and in high heels 💅🏻💅🏻. I imagine she would be very sassy like Grey, also kind brag about what she just did. and then she starts flirting with Tim, HARD, in front of everyone and he starts blushing, absolutely melting because of her duh. everyone thought that was it, but no, she then transfers to her father station and from there her and Tim start dating, even if they shouldn’t, so once a few months has passed (and EVERYBODY knew but her father 💀💀, Angela and Nyla were for sure teasing them about it) he goes to Wade and gives up his position (Metro Tim has me in a chokehold 🥵🥵, y/n’s will agree with me for sure, with that cargo pants damn)

and that’s it, sorry it’s pretty long and there are for sure some mistakes, I’m not a native speaker 🥺🥺. Thank u if you will do it ❤️❤️❤️

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Tim Bradford x Grey!reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, reader is Grey's daughter, swearing if you squint, canon typical violence

Word count: 3.386

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I know it's a hell of a lot late, but I didn't get to write it, because you sadly spoilerd me (I was mid season 2 when you sent your request I think) and I didn't even know what you meant with the cargo pants at first😂 But now that I've watched til the end of season 5 (still waiting with bated breath for season 6 to air in Germany with German sync) I can finally write it.

And I know about those cargo pants now and I have to agree with you. Metro Tim is🔥!

Also, I made the reader a little older, just to stay in the possibilities of becoming a detective at a young age (don't know if it's really possible to become one at 25, so she's 27).

Still hope you'll like it, though!

I suck at titles I'm sorry.

Enjoy!

God damn it.

Why did everything you so neatly planned with your team have to go bust?

It was supposed to be an easy mission - get in, get the intel, get out.

Simple as that.

But nothing ever really goes to plan, does it?

Not to mention the dress you were wearing, intoxicating yet so unpractical. Or the heels at your feet, making it all the more harder to fight.

You were worried about the seam of the dress ripping, as you kicked the guard in front of you down to the ground, sending him asleep with a blow to his face.

It was pretty, but so hard to move in.

"Grey, get your ass out of there and wait for backup!" your commander yelled into the small earpiece you were wearing, making you flinch at his high pitched voice.

If you hadn't known his face, you'd mistaken him for a woman.

Swinging at the man in front of you, you hit his jaw, your fist stinging at the harsh contact. The man reeled back, releasing an angry yell, as he made a run for you.

God damn it.

Ducking away from him you kicked at his legs, using the momentum to disbalance him. He stumbled, but managed to catch himself rather quickly, before he pulled a knife out of his boot.

Really?

Groaning inwardly, you tried to avoid the shiny blade, dodging the blow with a jump to the side. It grazed your skin though, a line of blood soon trickling down your left arm.

So much for the dress now being ruined.

The man ran after you, but you pushed a cart into his way. He fell down on it, his weight being his disadvantage, the knife clattering to the ground.

You pinned him down from behind, cuffing him with the binders you'd found earlier. He tried to push you backwards, but you kneed his groin hard, causing him to cry out in agony, as he stopped struggling.

Pushing him to the ground where the other man was lying, you did the same to the unconscious one, tying his wrists together.

"Backup is there!" Granville gave through the earpiece, your eyes rolling at the information.

A bit late, weren't they?

Huffing, you left the men behind, returning to the grand hall where the gala was being held.

Your dress was ruined, stained with the blood that continued to trickle down your arm, dropping to the floor, and your feet hurt.

The room was earily silent, no music or chattering people. Police crowded the room, guns drawn.

You groaned, when you spotted your father amongst them, rolling your eyes for the millionth time this evening.

They watched you, as you walked towards them, your father's eyes widening at the blood. "You're late." you announced loudly, stopping right in front of the aligned officers. "They're in the office back there."

Wade rolled his eyes, motioning for some of the officers to gather the attackers, and for the rest to back down.

God only knew where your constant eye rolling came from.

"Get an ambulance!" he shouted, as the crowd started to disperse, before he walked over to you. Your eyes swiped over the officers, stopping at a particular handsome face.

He was tall, walking towards you and your father, with a female officer on his tail. "Sarge, what about Torres?" he wanted to know, eyes darting to you in curiosity for a brief moment.

Tilting your head, you gave him a once-over. "Didn't know mid Wilshire had such handsome officers." you pointed out, causing his gaze to snap back to yours.

Your father inhaled sharply, not saying anything though. They didn't know you were his daughter, him trying to shield you from threats.

Bradford, as his name tag read, grew a bit red in the face. Clearing his throat, he returned the gesture of giving you a once-over.

"Oh, upstairs are three more guards." you told your father, crossing your arms over your chest. "They should be still asleep, like the ones in the office."

One of his fingers tapped on his waistband, as he tried to calm himself. You were an adult, a detective working at a station farther down the city. You knew what you were doing.

He was still worried as hell, though.

"Good work." he muttered, avoiding to look at you. He couldn't deny that he preferred you to have a normal job, not risking your life when going undercover like this.

Your gaze went back to Sargeant Bradford, the stripes on his sleeves matching your father's. "I'm detective Y/N Grey." you introduced yourself, holding out your non bloody hand for him to shake.

His breath hitched in his throat at the name, still shaking your hand as he introduced himself as well. "Sargeant Tim Bradford."

"I thought we'd talked about this!" your father interrupted you with a hiss, just as your eyes were about to roam the broad figure of Tim Bradford once more.

Rolling your eyes yet again, you smirked at Tim, ignoring the fuming form of your father right beside you. "Nice to meet you."

Some of the other officers where already looking at you, watching the commotion. The woman that had followed Tim - officer Chen - bit her lip to stop from laughing.

Tim's face grew a deeper red in the meantime.

"Are you in a relationship?" you wanted to know, his eyes widening, as your father grabbed your non injured arm, deciding he had enough.

"Look, the ambulance is there." He tried to be calm, his grip harsh though, as he left you no choice but to follow him.

Sending Tim a wink, you smiled. "Hope we'll meet again, sargeant Bradford."

He didn't answer, only watching your retreating figure with deep interest.

_____

After a rather tiresome talk with your father, resulting in both of you shouting at each other, your captain decided to transfer you - to mid Wilshire.

Your father wasn't happy, knowing he'd now have to watch his own daughter getting in harms way.

Things with Tim were getting interesting, after a few weeks had passed.

You'd kept flirting with him, even though he was a bit hesitant at first. Now that you had transferred, everyone knew who's daughter you were.

He didn't want to end on your father's bad side, though still giving into your flirts after a while. Somewhere along the way he'd asked you out on a date.

It resulted in marvelous sex and more dates. It had clicked instantly, things going beautifully between you.

Feelings sparked, soon resulting in a confession.

You'd been walking through the park in the evening, watching the water from a bridge you were standing on.

His arm was around your waist, his warmth engulfing you. You'd been going on dates for two months now, just having left the restaurant. He'd planned to do it in a more romantic way, telling you how he felt.

As the water rippled beneath you, the moon and the lanterns shining down on it, he turned you towards him, your gaze finding his.

"I'm glad you transferred here." he began, taking your hands in his, entwining your fingers. You leaned more into him, heart beating faster in your chest.

"I'm glad we met and I'm glad you still kept flirting with me, even when I was hesitant about it at first." he continued, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "And I'm glad you accepted to go out on a date with me. I really like you, Y/N... I want you to know, that I've grown feelings for you."

He held his breath, waiting for you to respond.

Your lips split in a broad smile, leaning even closer. "Well, I'm glad that you feel this way." you replied, face inching closer. "Because I've grown feelings for you too, Tim."

He sighed in relief, tugging you closer to cover your lips with his. You returned the kiss, his hands on your waist, as yours brushed through his hair, locking behind his neck.

He was like a drug for you.

He'd swept you off his feet when you first saw him, catching your gaze in an instant. For him it was the same, even with the blood that trickled down your arm, the light scar a reminder of the night you met.

_____

"So, when do we get an invitation for a double date?" Angela quipped, stirring her coffee, as she sat down opposite you. Cocking a brow you looked up from your phone, that goofy smile still glued to your face without you noticing.

You'd been texting with Tim, his own shift a later one that had yet to start.

Angela's smile grew warmer, her head tilting. Your brows furrowed at her, confused about the way she was smiling at you.

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean." she told you, eyes narrowing the slightest bit. "It's obvious that you and Tim are dating."

Your cheeks grew warmer, eyes looking down on the table. "Please don't tell my father about it." you asked of her, knowing that denying the obvious wouldn't get you very far.

She huffed in amusement, shaking her head. "Don't worry, I won't tell him."

"Tell whom what?" someone spoke up behind you - Nyla. She poured herself a cup of coffee as well, joining you at the table. "Tell her father that her and Bradford are dating."

Nyla made a dismissive gesture, shaking her head. "Don't worry, it's so obvious, we wouldn't even have to tell him. He'll find out on his own."

Eyes widening, you sat up straighter.

Where you really this obvious?

They must have read your thoughts, snickering into their cups. "It's cute." Angela pointed out, sending you a wink. "But yes, it really is this obvious."

_____

"We can't go on like this." you told Tim the same evening after your talk with Angela and Nyla, forking at the food on your plate.

Tim cocked a brow, wondering what you were talking about. Looking up from your plate, you placed the fork down. "I mean us."

He froze, the pasta falling from his own fork back on the plate, before he placed it down as well. "What do you mean?"

He couldn't shake the fear that suddenly gripped him, eminent in his voice. He'd thought you'd love him?

"We can't keep this a secret anymore." you explained, leaning on your elbows. "Angela and Nyla are constantly teasing me about it. It's obvious, everyone knows except for my father - he would have decapitated me already if he'd know."

His heart stumbled, though relief filled him at your words.

You weren't breaking up with him.

"Then we'll make it official." he proposed, leaning forward as well. You bit your lip, contemplating it. Someday they would find out anyway.

You nodded, sending him a smile. "Let's make it official."

_____

You should have known it would be a bad idea.

You had a deja vu at the way your father was yelling at you, whilst your mother was shaking her head constantly at him.

She knew better than to interrupted him.

It felt like the time you'd set the bathroom on fire, trying to alter a dress of yours when you were young.

Your father had his very own opinion about you trying to be a fashion designer.

You were waiting for him to finish his speech, knee bouncing as you stared at the wall behind him.

He inhaled deeply and you used the opportunity to interrupt him.

"I love him." you told him firmly, standing up from the chair.

Wait, what?

You loved him?

Well, yes, you did.

"I love him and I won't leave him just because you tell me to. You don't like it? Well, you don't have to. I'm an adult, I'm 27 and I can decide on my own. I can choose who I love and who I date, I don't have to ask for your permission."

He was stunned, noticing once more that you were in fact, an adult. You're mother was smiling to herself, never having had any problems with you dating Tim, even if he was a few years older than you.

Wade grumbled something to himself, wondering when you'd grown so much. To him you were still his little girl, he had to protect you.

"I'm okay with leaving mid Wilshire, if I have to. But I won't be leaving Tim." you clarified, crossing your arms over your chest.

He shook his head, wiping over his face with his hand in a tired manner. "Since when are you this grown?" he wanted to know, voice defeated. "You're my little girl, I have to protect you!"

You couldn't help the smile that fought its way onto your lips. "Dad, you don't have to protect me - protect Dom, not me. She's still so young. I'm a grown-up, I can look after myself."

Luna chuckled, agreeing with a tilt of her head. "Our daughter should be free to decide what she wants." she spoke, putting a hand on your father's arm. "Let her date him, don't ruin this for her."

He sighed heavily, head hanging low. Nodding, he looked at his wife, before he looked at you.

"But you're not leaving mid Wilshire."

_____

"I have to." Tim pressured, pecking your lips. "And I want to. Metro is great, it's an opportunity I want to take."

He had proposed to transfer to the metro, after a position had been cleared, giving him a chance he wanted to take. He secretly hoped he'd get the job - it would make things a lot easier and he had thought about it even before you two met.

He'd be going to your father today, giving up his position if the metro was willing to take him in. He'd already talked to their chief, meeting her in a few minutes to discuss things.

You were nervous about it.

Sure, you knew he wanted to go to the metro, but you were worried he'd regret it. But you knew you had to let him do this.

They rest of the day went on like chewing gum.

Whilst you were working on some cases, he talked to the metro. You bad trouble concentrating, Angela soon noticing.

"What's up with you?" she wanted to know, leaning on the small wall that divided your desk and the hallway. Looking up from the papers you'd read three times already, you pushed them aside.

"Tim's trying for a position at the Metro." you told her, leaning your head on your hand. Her eyes widened, letting go of the air inside her lungs. "Wow."

You nodded, biting your lip. "Im happy if he gets the position, but I fear he's doing it because he feels pressured to do." you explained. "I don't want him to regret his decision."

Angela shook her head, adjusting her position. "He won't." she assured you. "Tim knows what he wants. Just as he knows that he wants you. He'd have done everything in his power to ensure that, believe me. If he tries for the position, than it's because he wants to."

You nodded, trying to belive her words.

You really hoped she was right.

_____

Tim wrought his hands nervously, trying to calm his racing heart, before he would face your father.

He had been a bit harsher on Tim since he knew you were dating, but he refused to let it bother him.

Entering the watch commander's office, he braced himself for the conversation ahead of him.

Wade looked up when he entered, putting his pen down and crossing his arms on the desk. "Bradford, what can I do for you?"

Tim closed the door, sitting down on the chair opposite Wade's. "I want to transfer to the Metro." he spoke, getting right to the topic.

Grey's eyes widened - even if he kept a closer eye on him due to the relationship with his daughter, he wasn't willing to give him up that easily.

"Are you sure?" he wanted to know, his eyes wandering to your desk for a brief moment. He couldn't really see you, but he knew you were there - and Angela was as well, still talking to you.

Tim nodded, licking his lip. "I've talked to their chief and their willing to take me in." he explained, swallowing. "I think it's better this way."

Wade rubbed his chin, humming to himself.

"Are you doing this, because you want to, or because you feel forced to?" he inquired, gaze fixed on his Sargeant.

Tim cleared his throat, never breaking eye contact. "Because I want to." he responded. "I was thinking about going to the metro for a while now, not just because of your daughter."

Wade nodded, contemplating.

"Do you love her?"

Tim was taken aback by the question, still nodding fervently. "I do. Why?"

Wade nodded too, looking down on his desk. "Do you plan to marry her?"

Tim choked on his saliva, growing red as he desperately tried to regain his breath. Wade cocked a brow at his flustered face, eyes wide as Tim stared at his watch commander.

"I think it's a bit early for that." Tim gave back, swallowing hard. Wade huffed, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. "But when the time comes, I would want to."

Wade was pleased to hear that, the smallest smile gracing his lips.

"Well then, if you want to transfer to the metro, I'm sad to see you go but I won't stop you." he told him, sitting more straight again. "It was my honor to be your watch commander."

Tim looked up from his lap, where his eyes had landed moments before, disbelieve evident in his features. Grey sent him a smile, nodding slightly.

"It was my honor, too, Sarge."

_____

You didn't see Tim, before you went home that evening.

Did he get the position?

When he entered his house - you had a key, already having cooked - you couldn't help the impatience that overtook your senses.

"Did you get the position?" you wanted to know, greeting him in the hallway.

He cocked a brow at you, fighting a smirk. "Let me get home first." he chided, shaking his head as the smirk won.

Rolling your eyes, you walked back into the living room, waiting for him to join you at the dining table.

When he did, his hands found your hips, tugging you closer to kiss you. You returned it, sighing contently. He deepened the kiss, but you separated from him.

"Did you get it?"

He rolled his eyes at how impatient you were, but smiled down at you eventually. "I did." You smiled back, happy for him, as you kissed him again.

He smiled into the kiss, before he leaned back. "And I talked to your father."

Your smile fell, a sigh leaving your lips.

"He didn't want to let me go, but he eventually agreed."

Nodding, you bit your lip, the smile slowly returning. You knew that Tim was one of the best at mid Wilshire, and your father knew too.

"Let's eat, baby."

_____

"Damn, those cargo pants make me want to stay instead of going to work."

You bit your lip as you watched him dress, the pants definitely going to be a weak spot for you. He smirked, capturing your lips with his own. "We have to get ready, I don't want to be late on my first day."

The pants in combination with the boots made you go weak in the knees. It was tempting to just seduce him and stay, but you knew he was right.

It didn't mean you wouldn't seduce him later in the evening, though.

"It'll be hard to concentrate when I see you in these pants." you admitted, staring at them. He chuckled, redirecting your gaze with a finger under your chin. "We have to go." he reminded you, grinning.

He had trouble not giving into you and stay as well, so he tried to get you two on your way to work as fast as possible.

You let him walk in front of you, so you could stare at his ass, as he ushered you out of the house.

Damn, those pants would be the death of you.

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Astrology observations part 11;

(Don’t copy my work pliz and these aren’t facts but what I have seen and experienced in my life. If you can’t relate to any of these. It okay we are all different)

-Pisces are really good gaslighters like they argue and they know they losing and then boom…you are the one who is crazy. (Girly pops how about stop it)

- speaking of Pisces…maybe I’m saying it from personal experience but I can’t keep an aesthetic and even when I have find a aesthetic Im changing again. It’s endless circle…I hope another Pisces can relate with me:)

- i have seen an Aquarius women being so quick minded and have unique takes but also I have seen Aquarius women being really shy and slow to talk. There is no between with them.

- y’all think that Taurus are the lazy and don’t like to work out but they are so active and most of them love sports or gym.

- the second best venus is cancer…soooo giving soooo sweet and lovinggggg 🥰

- Aries placements show PASSION in any planet/house they are placed . Like if you have Aries moon you will be really vocal about ur emotions. If you have mercury then you will be passionate about ur opinions ect.

- Taurus and libra are the type of people who are seductive and flirty so naturally but if doesn’t work out they will be so pissed.

- Pisces are insane when they getting obsessed with something they like. They will make sure everyone in their group will know what new show/book/character ect. they started liking.

- Aquarius placements are the type of people who love anything that has to do with universe,planets ect. (Some of them people I know they follow on Instagram space accounts or nasa)

- Capricorn mars are workaholic…they always do things right to get where they want. (A placement that I kinda wish i had) "money money money must be funny in the rich man’s world"

- It’s from my personal observation but we tend to connect mostly with singers that have the same moon sign as we do. Maybe I’m the only one but from day 1 I loved they way Ariana grande was expressing her emotions through music and then I released we both have libra moon. So next time check the moon sign of ur fave artist 🤌🏻 (it’s my showing that I’m a big Ariana girly)

- Scorpio Venus people are my favourite cause they like you a lot and they know it but you don’t know it. They will not let you go and if they do they will return back to you no matter what. They will know everything about you and ask a lot about you. They will care about your opinions (when they really don’t care about others). They will share the darkest secrets with you,they personal/family traumas. They are consumed by your existence. (if they have Sagittarius placements maybe they will pretend not care at the same time so you might think u are just friends)

- speaking of Venus…if you are a Scorpio pliz find a Pisces Venus for you. Like insane connection. Soulmate energy and both consumed by each other. (My personal fave duo)

- Gemini Venus need to be studied cause they rush into love and at the same time they can’t settle. (Girly pops maybe decide for once but men are the worst)

- cancer mercury is more dramatic than a Leo but they don’t show it that easily.

- they say don’t date someone who has the same moon sign as you…but I disagree. You will be the same page and react the same way. Understanding from both sides. ( my ex bestie has libra moon and we understood each other so well). Maybe date or hang out with people that have the same moon as you.

- Sagittarius mercury/Venus flirts for joke but they do it so well that you fall for them and then they have to run away from you.

That’s all💙

Here is my masterlist

Thank you for reading my blog so far. Really grateful about that 🫶🏻 and sorry if I do spelling mistakes but I’m not Native American speaker so I try my best. Stay hydrated and healthy 💙

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Ride or Die (Santiago "Pope" Garcia x fem!reader): Series Masterlist & Warnings

Posting schedule and Series Masterlist

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BONUS content: PLAYLIST (TBC)

Series Warnings (below the cut):

To avoid chapter by chapter spoilers, this time I'm providing general, series-level warnings of the main themes covered throughout. This may also mean the list is non-exhaustive. If you need more information in order to safely avoid a trigger/topic, or to enhance your reading experience, you are welcome to DM me / send in an ask. Also, if you spot something I missed that you think should be included here to aid other readers, hmu!

Please note, the whole series is NSFW, MDNI (18+). Minors or ageless blogs interacting will be blocked.

Smut: EXPLICIT, CORE THEME e.g. fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, casual sex with other non-pairing partners implied off-screen.

Angst: A CORE THEME. Relationship angst. A lot of arguing / yelling (not trying to romanticise this at all!). Some toxic jealousy. Conflicts with friends. Abandonment fears. As well as this central relationship conflict, side characters are dealing with individual issues, such as those referenced in canon (divorce, prior violence, drug misuse etc.). 

Drugs / alcohol mentions: reader participates in casual social drinking throughout, some heavier drinking in one chapter (party context). Smoking (one chapter). Brief mentions of drug use (cocaine).

Food mentions: casual, frequent. 

Mentions typical of canon / e.g. wartime, US army, bullet wounds, car crash, injury, fear of mortality, violence (no graphic descriptions).

Mental health: implied past trauma typical of canon. Brief mentions of nightmares, possible PTSD.

Reader descriptions: fem!AFAB reader. Uses she/her pronouns. Reader’s hair is described a couple of times as being e.g. “pulled”. No hair texture / colour / style / other details specified or implied. Reader has a family who appear in a couple of chapters (sister and nephews). No physical descriptions of them are supplied. Mentioned that reader grew up with her sister, though not specified whether biological / adoptive / found family.

Spanish language: reader understands / speaks Spanish, though not specified what her first language is (or isn’t). I have avoided lengthy Spanish translations / text as I am not a native speaker. Some Spanish language is included, limited to terms of endearment and the like. I am always happy to be corrected. I research, but some mistakes are likely.

Sexual health / pregnancy: mentions of reader using birth control, including mentions of emergency contraceptives / slip-ups. Not a core theme. 

Religion: mentions of Catholicism.

Other: contains significant Tom. It’s pre-canon, I’m so sorry. 

[justourimaginations]

Come For You (Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader)

gonna split this into two parts, first one just fluff and some angst and second one smut. Both can be read independently from one another.

Note: not a native speaker so I apologise for mistakes. Would love feedback :)

PART 1

Summary: You called Colter to help find your stalker but end up getting kidnapped by him and needing to be saved by Colter. At the end of the night you end up in his trailer.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, blood, wounds, knife, gun, slight swearing, stalking

2,4k words (not proof read)

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You and Colter have known each other for a few months now. You met when he was doing a job in a small town, which you had visited to do some research for a book. You were an author and a sucker for a good story and mystery. He was asking questions at a coffee shop you were writing at, and you got curious about the case he was working. You worked the case with him since you were good at putting things together and had the advantages of a woman to get information from dumb men. After the job was done you hooked up and went your separate ways. However, every now and then you crossed paths in different towns, where he was working some job, and you were giving readings. Part of that was also that you met Reenie and you two became good friends, staying in contact, texting, and talking on the phone.

Colter was focused on the road ahead of him, he wanted to get most of the distance done for the night so he could start working the case the next day. A missing teenage boy in his father’s Ferrari, with a payout of $60000. He rubbed his eyes. His phone ringing came in at the right moment, lifting his spirits a little when he saw your name on the screen. He swiped to answer.

“Y/N, what can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk. Maybe Reenie told you where he was headed. He wouldn’t be complaining if he got to see you.

“Hey Colter, I’m sorry, I know it’s late” your voice came from the other end of the line. You were pacing in your apartment, wearing your pyjama.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m still on the road so, what’s up?” he reassured you.

“I need your help” you replied. Colter set the indicator and pulled the car with the silver airstream over. You sounded serious and if you needed his help, he wouldn’t lose a moment by driving in the wrong direction.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” he said.

“I’m home right now, but I’m thinking about going to a hotel” you replied. “I have a stalker, and I need you to find him, so I can get him arrested” you explained further running a hand through your hair. Colter put in your home address into the cars navigation system and pulled the car around.

“Look, I’ll pay you, okay?” you continued unaware that he was already heading your way.

“Y/N it’s fine, I’m on my way, I’ll be there in about six hours” he said glancing at the time indicated by the navigation system. This wasn’t what he was expecting the call to be about, but even though he didn’t like to admit it, he was happy to hear your voice and see you again. A sigh of relief left your lips. The police had been utterly unhelpful with this. Colter was your last hope.

This was three days ago. Colter had arrived early the next morning and had come straight to your apartment. He had looked exhausted, just like you. Both of you had not slept. You told him about your stalker. How it started out with DM’s you hadn’t even noticed at first. Then little notes left in the bookstores you were doing readings at but then they were left at your car and finally at your apartment. They seemed harmless at first, but they had become more frequent and with notes saying he would come by and show you what you were missing if you continued to ignore him. Finally, a dead rat was left on your doorstep. The heart was cut out. But the police couldn’t figure out who it was and only told you to leave town.

With Bobby’s help Colter put a name to your stalker in a day, Thomas Smith, very original. They couldn’t find him right away though. And now you were tied to a chair in some basement. Your phone had been left by the side of the road somewhere. Your stalker had hit you on the head with something and then drugged you. You had trouble keeping your eyes open. He was mumbling to himself. You saw a knife reflecting the dim light in the room. Panic rose in your chest.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“If I can’t have you, no one can” he hissed looking at you. He then walked over swiftly and pressed the knife to your chest, which was heaving up and down in panic. You could feel the cold metal on your skin.

“And if I can’t win your heart, I’ll just take it” he spat. Tears rose in your eyes. You were too weak to move or fight against the restraints. Blood drew from the spot he was pressing the knife into, and he cut a long wound right above your boob. A short scream escaped your lips before he pressed his hand on your mouth. He slapped your cheek. It was long enough though to tell Colter, who was clearing the house above you, where you were. The door burst from his hinges. In relief you closed your eye.

“You better step the f*ck away from her” Colters voice was husky. He seemed even broader than usual and his gaze was full of anger.

“Or what?” your perpetrator asked, standing in front of you, shielding you from Colters view.

“Or you’re gonna regret it” Colters jaw was clenched. Your breathing was still heavy, the blood from the cut was soaking your shirt. Colter put his gun away. He was ready to hurt this guy with his hands, making him regret ever putting hands on you. You didn’t know what happened but suddenly Colter was by your side. The creep on the ground.

“Are you okay?” his voice and gaze had softened. You nodded weakly.

“Let’s look at this” he said, taking a look at the wound on your chest. “You’re gonna need stitches.”

“Watch out” you said, your voice betraying you by not being able to warn him louder. But Colter quickly turned around and a loud bang followed by a thump had your stalked on the floor, bleeding from a hole in his chest. Colter’s breath was heavy.

“Police and ambulance are on the way” Colter breathed out and loosened your restraints, taking you in his arms. You could smell his scent before passing out.

After waking up in a hospital bed and staying for a few hours for observation, Reenie who had been worried sick, was taking you home.

“Did Colter already leave town?” you asked her.

“No, he wanted to be there when you woke up, but he had to give his statement to the police” Reenie explained. “I’m sure he’ll meet us at your apartment.” You nodded. You hoped so.

“Y/N, he was worried sick when we couldn’t locate you.”

“He was?”

“I’ve never seen him like this. He carried you out of that house and didn’t leave your side until this morning.” she continued. You rubbed your temples. You still had a headache.

“He’d do that for every one of us” you said, trying to play it down.

“No, Y/N, not like this! Yes, he would be worried, but he was… this was different. He was terrified something would happen to you.”

You bit your lip thinking. How was this different? Yes, he had come when you called and saved your life, but he would have done the same for Reenie, Bobby, Teddi, Velma and maybe even Billie. Yes, you had hooked up a few times and sometimes you wished he would stay longer, but you would never ask him to. You both were living on the road. You preferred writing all over the place, you found it inspiring. You found him inspiring.

“I don’t know Reenie” you sighed as she pulled up into the parking spot in front of your apartment building. Colter’s car was parked in the parking lot, and he was leaning on the hood, walking towards you as he saw you pull in. You couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. He seemed relieved to see you smile. He had a cut on his lip. Your stalker must have gotten a punch in. You got out of the car and Reenie went to get your bag out of the trunk.

“Hey” you said with a crooked smile. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“Hey” he mumbled into your hair then letting you go, his hand remaining on the small of your back.

“I’m really sorry, darling but I have to get to the office” Reenie said giving you a hug and dumping your bag on Colter. “I trust you will bring her up safely” she added looking at Colter with a raised brow.

“Will do Reenie, see you” he smirked. You thanked Reenie and she drove off. Colter followed you up to your apartment and put your bag inside once you had unlocked the door for him. He stood in your living room awkwardly, his hands in his pockets.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Colter nodded, not looking into your eyes.

“Thank you” you said, offering him a warm smile, “for saving my life, you know.”

“Anytime” he replied, meeting your gaze. You could look into his eyes for hours.

“I’m glad you’re okay” he added and walked towards the door.

“You’re leaving already?” you asked, your heart aching a little.

“Yeah, that case I was on my way to when you called, they still haven’t found the boy” he explained. You nodded.

“Good luck then.” Once again you knew it would make no sense to ask him to stay. He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. He wanted to stay longer. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He wished he could ask you to come with him.

“Get some rest, okay?” he said instead and gave you a last hug. He wished he could hold on a little longer but that might have made him change his mind about leaving already.

“I’ll see you when I see you” he added with a smile and let go, walking down the stairs and disappearing. You sighed and closed the door. You went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. You undressed, inspecting the wound that pervert had caused. You winced a little at your reflection. You looked like a mess, not exactly how you wanted Colter to see you.

“Do you think Colter already left?” you asked Reenie on the phone. An hour had gone by since he had left your apartment. You had dozed off for half an hour after showering but couldn’t stop thinking about Colter. Like Reenie said it was different with you.

“Probably not, why?” she asked.

“I need to see him” you said, rummaging through the hospital bag.

“For what?” Reenie asked and you could hear the flirt in her voice.

“Why is a man’s hoodie jacket in my bag?” you inquired, confused at the piece of clothing you had found.

“Oh, it’s Colters, he put in on you in the basement, since apparently you were only wearing a bra” Reenie explained.

“Oh, for god’s sake” you sighed in embarrassment.

“It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before” Reenie chuckled.

“Context Reenie, it matters” you groaned in annoyance. You couldn’t help but notice that the jacket smelled of Colter and breathed in his scent.

Colter had just come out of the shower; the hot steam filled the trailer. He put on a pair of sweatpants. He would pack up and then leave. On his way over to his trailer, Velma had called, telling him the job he wanted to get to was done. Police had found both, the teenager and the Ferrari. However, they were looking for another job for him. He hated leaving you like this. He hated to admit that he felt a jab every time he left you behind and it pulled at his heart not to see you or hear your voice in weeks. Because it wasn’t the same with other women. He tracked your book tour appointments just to see if you were close by, but it was over now, so there was no chance of running into you at random cities.

Colter squinted as headlights lit up the trailer. “What the f*ck?” he mumbled, confused as to who was driving up to his camp site. He grabbed his gun. The car outside came to a halt and the lights turned off. He opened the door, trying to see a face in the dark.

“Put that down” he heard your voice and your footsteps coming closer. He smirked slightly.

“I thought I told you to rest” he replied, stepping back in the trailer to let you in. You took the few steps inside but hesitated for a moment when you saw he was shirtless and just had a towel hanging over his shoulder, which he was now using to ruffle his hair dry. As soon as you stepped in your body was overcome with warmth and the same scent his hoodie smelled of.

“I’ve never been very good at resting” you smirked. You noticed a stitched up cut on the side of his stomach. Your perpetrator must have not only gotten a punch in.

“You got stitches?” you asked, you hated that he got hurt while saving your ass.

“Was just a scratch” he replied looking down at it. “It was my fault really, I was distracted, should have taken him out the first chance I had.” Colter saw that you were still looking worried. He also noticed that you were wearing his jacket he had left you with and even though he didn’t want to, it made his heart beat a bit faster. He liked the thought of you wearing his clothes. He cleared his throat, distracting himself from his thoughts about you and making you look up into his face.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked, looking at you gently and grabbed a shirt from the bed. You followed his movements with your eyes.

“You’re not gonna need that” you said firmly and finally closed the distance between you, pressing your lips on his, taking the shirt out of his hand in the same movement and buried your other hand in his hair. Colter might have been surprised at first but then immediately kissed you back. His hand pulled you closer by your waist. He breathed in your familiar scent, and it instantly made all his worries disappear. There was only you in this moment.

To be continued in PART 2

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi, I saw that you request is open, so is it okay if I request a Natasha x fem!R in a secret relationship and Nat always leave a hickey in R's neck and the team kept on asking R where did it come from and R will answer "just a spider bite" and the team thought it came from Peter, but Peter denies it, until Nat calls R a pet name and they kissed in front of the team. Thank you!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲

paring: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, the team being the team, i love clint and nat so much, also civil war never happened in this timeline (lol)

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 0.8k

note: OMG MY FIRST NAT FIC!. I had so much fun writing this, thank you for letting me write out your idea, nonnie. I kinda changed it a little bit, I hope that's okay. Sorry it's kinda short. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

Your breath hitched as you felt her soft wet lips on your neck. 

“Natty, stop. You are going to leave a hickey,” you tried to sound annoyed but clearly you were enjoying the situation. 

“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do,” you heard her mumble against your skin. 

“Nat, they are going to find out if you keep on marking me,” you chuckled. 

“I don’t care, detka. Let them know who you belong to,” you could hear the grin on her face. 

“You are the worst,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

[...]

“Again. This time punch harder, Y/n. Imagine you're fighting for your life,” Steve said, trying to help you out. 

Your head fell back in annoyance, you had been throwing punches at the punching bag for the last hour. Your arms were sore, your feet hurt from standing and you felt like you could just die any second now. 

“Hey, what’s that on your neck?” you heard Bucky said next to Steve. 

Your hand immediately went up to cover the hickey. You had tried your best to put some makeup on it, but clearly you hadn’t done a good job. 

“What is it?” you tried to play dumb, which was no use. The boys standing in front of you knew better than that, they could see right through you.

“Looks like a bruise,” Steve raised his brow at you. 

“Spider bite,” you mumbled. 

“What was that?” Steve asked, not having heard anything you had just said. But Bucky had heard perfectly. 

“Oh, nothing. It’s probably a mosquito bite,” you shrugged it off.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. Sure, Steve may seem innocent and cute but he knew better, and that was no mosquito bite. Bucky could tell that it was a hickey even from a mile away. Still, they played along.

“Yeah, sure,” Steve shrugged it off.

“Come on, again,” Bucky said, nodding to the punching bag. Smile creeping on his face as knew he would use this new information later on. 

[...]

“So, you two have been spending a lot of time together recently…” Tony said, entering the kitchen. There was something about his tone that sent a shiver up your spine. He was up to something. 

Tony walked in while you and Peter were having an afternoon snack, you were helping him out with his homework. Well, you weren’t actually helping him, you were telling him everything about your relationship with Natasha while he was trying to do his homework. He was the only one who knew that the two of you were dating and was the only person who didn’t mind hearing you rambling nonstop about your badass girlfriend.

“Yeah, we have been training together, what about it?” 

“Nothing at all, Barnes said something and I was just curious,” he said nonchalantly.

“What did he say?” Peter chimed in, finally looking away from his books. 

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation, “Well, he said that the thing on your neck isn’t a mosquito bite, more like a spider bite,” he winked at the two of you. 

You and Peter shared a look and a second later the two of you were laughing. 

“You think he gave me the ‘spider bite’,” you said in between laughs. 

“Y/n, they think we are dating,” Peter put a hand over his belly trying to hold back his laughter. 

“Wait, you didn’t give her that hickey?” Tony asked seriously. 

“No, Mr. Stak, what makes you think that?” the boy next to you said once he was done laughing. 

“I just thought… Barnes said… But Steve thought,” Tony couldn’t say a word, confusion was written all over his face. 

Just when he was about to say a coherent sentence another person walked in the kitchen. 

“Hey, detka,” Natasha said and pecked your lips. 

“Wait what?!” Tony screamed. 

Soon enough more people found their way into the kitchen because of Tony. 

“What’s going on?” you heard Bucky said. 

“Is everyone okay?” Steve stepped in, always the gentleman.

“Nat’s the spider,” Tony simply answered. 

“What?” the two of them asked in unisom. 

“Y/n’s spider?” Clint chimed in. 

“Yes. All this time I thought it was Parker,” Tony said in annoyance. 

“I don’t understand why this is a big deal…” you tried to say but someone cut you off.

“Pay up, losers,” Clint cheered. 

“What?” you and Nat complained at the same time. 

“They had a bet. This is actually really funny,” Peter said, trying to hold back from laughing so hard. 

“Goddamin it, Y/n,” Tony protested. 

You watched as the three men gave each a fifty-dollar bill to Clint. You couldn’t help to playfully roll your eyes at them, they were like children.  

“It’s okay, malyshka. Let them be,” Nat said before softly kissing your lips. 

“Okay, yeah, that’s our cue,” you heard Clint say.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[finnsbubblegum]

Will You Forgive Me? (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, jealousy, possessiveness, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: After a fight with Joel, you decided to go to the bar and got drunk. He got angry and apologized to you in his own way. 😏

Words count: 1.4k

A/N: Hi! I’m not a native English speaker so I’m sorry if I have grammar mistakes or the sentences come up unnatural, please be nice and I'm open for suggestions. I hope you like the smut I’m writing because I am inexperienced lol. I hope you enjoy it.

You got in your car, hesitating to drive, hoping Joel would come out and stop you. But he wasn’t there. So you drove away and went to the bar called Ray’s where you usually drank with him. You found a seat and drank a lot. You started feeling tipsy and you decided to call him.

“Hey handsome, I take it back. We’re not breaking up. Ugh. No. I’m done. I don’t care. Uhm. I. Uhm. Don’t call me. Why are you calling me?” You were drunk and you thought he called you when you were the one who called him.

“Are you drunk? Where are you?” Joel grabbed his jacket and rushed to his car, and he was getting worried.

“Why do you care? You don’t love me.” You laughed.

“Tell me right now! Where are you?” He raised his voice and started to get angry. 

“You know where, here, there, at Ra- Hey! Did you just grab my ass? Fuck you!” You hung up and confronted the drunk guy.

“Fuck!” Joel started his car and drove as fast as he could to the bar. He guessed it's Ray's since your call was cut off and it’s the only bar you’ve gone to together.

His blood was boiling as he walked in the bar and found the drunk guy was hugging you as you tried to pull away. He came to you and pushed the guy. You gasped as Joel punched the guy. 

He gave a death stare and yelled, “You stay away from my girl!”

Joel grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the bar. His grip was very strong and it was hurting you.

You tried to release your wrist from him, “Joel, stop it, you’re hurting me, it hurts.”

He didn’t care. He kept dragging you and put you into the passenger seat of his car and slammed the door. You were scared, you have never seen him this angry before. As he got in the driver’s seat, he hit the steering wheel.

"What the fuck were you thinkin'?!" Joel clenched his jaw and stared at you.

“Oh! Now you care, huh?” You scoffed.

Joel growls. He didn’t say anything.

“My head hurts. Will you just take me to my house?” You asked Joel.

The whole way to your house was just silence. Joel parked his car into the driveway. You immediately got out of the car and stood in front of your door looking for your keys.

“Fuck! Where is it?” You were annoyed as you couldn’t find your keys.

Joel opened the door with the spare key you gave him. You rolled your eyes as you walked inside and Joel followed you. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you roughly while his foot kicked the door to close it.

“What are you doing?” You sounded irritated and pushed him.

Joel sighed, “I..Uhm..”

“Tell me you love me, Joel.”

Joel cleared his throat, not answering you.

“If you can’t say it then get out.” You were tired of him.

“I..I love you. I mean it. It’s just that..”

“Just what, Joel?” 

“I’m not good in expressin’ myself.” He let out a sigh. “I fuckin’ love you. You should know that.”

“Oh, Joel. I just needed to hear those three little words from you. I’m sorry I blew up like that.”

“No, it’s not your fault. I was wrong.” He said it softly as he walked slowly and closer to you.

Your eyes were getting teary and you looked down. Joel’s hands raised your chin to look straight into your eyes. He kissed you deep with his tongue caressing your lips then your tongue touched his. You moaned and put your arms around his neck while his hands on your hips. The two of you kept kissing as he raised your leg to his hips carrying you towards the stairs. He pressed you to the wall after walking up just a few stairs. The kissing never stopped. He held your weight with his strong hips and thighs. He slid his hand under your shirt, massaged your breast, and swallowed your moan. You felt arousal pooling between your legs. 

“Touch me, Joel.” You guided his other hand to your cunt and he palmed it with his big hands.

“Already wet for me, darlin’?” 

He kneeled and pulled your panties down. His eyes looked hungry when he saw your pussy shining with your slick. He kissed your inner thigh slowly and lovingly before he went to lick your clit. 

“Oh, Jooell.” You gasped. 

Your breathing was heavy and you pulled his hair which made him let out a moan. He kept licking and slurping you up and down. Your thigh trembled and you knew you needed him.

“Joel, bedroom, now.” 

Joel stopped to look at you. You held his hand and dragged him to your room. The kissing and touching continued as the two of you were already in your bedroom. You walked backwards and led him to your bed. You undressed yourself, naked and laid on your back. He climbed on top of you kissing your neck and his fingers played with your nipple. He was a lot bigger than you, his broad shoulder covered all of your body and you could feel his warmth wrapping you.

“Let me ride you, Joel.”

“Not tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you tonight, baby.”

You groaned as his words made you even more horny. 

“Okay, take care of me tonight, Miller. Fuck me till I can’t walk.”

“I will.” He growled as he stood up beside the bed and pulled his shirt and pants off letting his cock free. You can see a leaking pre-cum on his tip.

He climbed back on top of you, brushed his tip on your clit, covering his cock with your slick before he slowly pushed himself in your entrance. You moaned as it felt so good when he stretched you wide. He rested his hands beside your head to hold his weight and started to move slowly. He started kissing your breast and licking your nipple. He was so good that you loved him doing that to you. You shut your eyes enjoying the night and clenched your hands to his shoulder.

“Fuck! That feels so good. You’re so good, Joel.”

He didn’t answer. He rubbed your clit with his thumb and pinched your nipple with the other hand. He kept doing those moves you loved to please you. He started to think that this position was not enough for you so he shifted you to your stomach and started fucking you from behind. You moaned loudly.

“Can you move faster?” You asked Joel and his thrusts were getting faster. 

There was no other sound besides the sound of skin to skin, moans and heavy breathings. He clenched his hands on your hips. You whimpered, bit your hand as you felt you were close. 

“Joel, Joel, fuck!” It felt so good that you could only whimper and shout his name.

“Cum for me, baby.” He kept pleasing you.

You panted and felt your vision blurring. You squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenching on the sheets, and screamed his name. You felt your orgasm washed all over your body. You shivered and it felt like heaven. He has made you cum thousand times before but orgasm from makeup sex is your favorite. He let you catch your breath and came down from your orgasm as he laid down beside you. You tried to stand up to clean yourself but you couldn’t walk. Your legs were shaking. Joel really did what you told him to do. 

“You really did what I told you, huh?” You chuckled and looked at his face full of sweat.

“I told you I will do it. Fuck you till you can’t walk.” He sounded so sexy when he said that to you with his deep voice.

He got up and walked his way to the bathroom to get a towel and dampen it with water. He came to you and cleaned you up. After he cleaned you, he laid beside you again, pulled you closer to him, wrapped his arm around you, and put your head to his chest. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I love you. Will you forgive me?” He apologized to you and kissed your forehead.

“How can I not forgive you after all of this?” You laughed and kissed his chest. In fact, you have even forgotten about the fight with him. 

You thought to yourself, “Joel really knows how to apologize in his own way.”

[telvess]

Record of Ragnarok Poseidon (relationship headcanons) 🔞

My first attempt in writing anything in… eternity. I’m not a native English speaker but trying to improve myself, sorry for all mistakes I've made. I didn’t write any major spoilers but used knowledge from manga. Also + still no clue how tumblr works.

Poseidon is such a adorable idiot.

SFW Not gonna lie, to catch his eye (not to mention eye-to-eye contact) there will be needed someone really specific. Someone similar to him in general, but unique in details. I think Poseidon is really good observant. Just because he’s indifferent to others, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t pay attention. He would notice nuances in behaviour, manners and gestures. His future s/o must be elegant, self-contained and pride. Maybe not in the haughty way but undoubtedly confident in her position as a goddess. Definitely not ‘damsel in distress’ type, she has to have guts to rule her sphere, protect her opinion and status. No other god or goddess shall stick their nose in her business. Unless they’re ready for harsh words or worse. In summary: a less extreme version of Poseidon. On the other hand, I don't think these qualities are enough to draw Poseidon's interest. It’s good base but potential s/o must get under his skin. Intentionally or no, she has to do or say something that would get his attention, and annoy him… He wasn't seeking her subtle chitchat, nor did he want to end up witnessing her fight! Congratulations, miss! You accidentally annoyed Tyrant of the Seas! Choose a burial place. Jokes aside, the best thing s/o can do here is ignore Poseidon. He thinks he wants that, but hey! Looks like he played himself. Now s/o annoys him even more and he cannot understand why. Such a useless bottom feeder and he can’t get over her?

She was like a sea: capricious and unpredictable in nature, always remained resistant to the expectations of others. But sea bend to his will like tamed puppy. He stamp his foot and it humbly part before him. That’s what he couldn’t stand - how little control he had over her, how unbearably free this woman was compared to other gods who ran away in terror as soon as he merely frowned.

Poseidon would catch himself thinking about her in the least expected moments. He used to almost never leave his realm, now suddenly is more present in social life. Still doesn’t care much, usually just staying in loneliness that nobody dare to disturb and observing from distant object of his contempt. As if nothing had changed, yet it did. Probably the only people that would notice he’s different will be Hermes and Hades. When first one won’t act on it nor share his observations, the eldest brother definitely won’t resist to make some ambiguous comments.

— Well that’s unusual of you, dear brother — said Hades. He toyed with his glass of wine, watching carefully Poseidon, who looked as unconcerned as ever. However he honoured him with one short glance. Hades couldn’t stop the corners of his lips to lift up. Did his little brother seem… disturbed? Or was that just his imagination? If Hades could pick one thing out of everything known in the universe that was unshakable and untouched by time or any other matter Poseidon would be his choice. Unaffected stability that did not leave any room for doubt and yet… something… someone push his stern brother out of his safe zone. Hades couldn’t wait to see what else the future may bring to them. He just hoped the intruder will be able to keep up with the challenge.

It will actually take a lot of time for Poseidon to realize that he isn’t annoyed with s/o but himself. Idea of being attached to another person is almost physically uncomfortable. It’s new and suspicious. The moment of understanding is the flash point of the relationship. At this point Poseidon would abandon distant admiration and start acting. He is still slightly annoyed but what’s more irritate him is the absent of that unbearable mouth of s/o. Poseidon would sit next to her or stand much closer at any events. At first she won't notice, but over time she'll start to connect the facts. She’s not dumb. Quiet neither. If she point it out, he may mock her.

— Why don't you just ask me to dance instead of deterring others? It would be a graceful way to start a relationship. Poseidon gave her almost cold look. — Such a audacity — his voice teetered on the verge of indifference - he thought so. She snorted. Her eyes weren’t darkened with anger, sparks of mirth still shone in them. Maybe even more after his refusal. Then she turned to face him and, with a subtle but promising smile, began to close the distance between them. Poseidon remained calm as she came within inches of him. He could feel the warm breath of hers, the smell of fresh air… — You know you want me — she whispered without hesitation. Something unbearably nagging was born in Poseidon’s belly. And that annoying heat under it… almost as someone wounded him. He frowned but didn’t move away. — How are you going to win me over if you can't stop fighting with yourself? — she asked innocently and didn't wait for an answer - just left him on the balcony.

Truth be told, Poseidon wasn’t made for small talks so s/o is doing most of the part and - to provoke a reaction - teasing him a bit. After a while, they both find the silence in their presence pleasant. Poseidon’s seduce tactic would mostly navigate around small gestures such as gifts. However he won’t send them like every normal suitor. If his s/o lives near the ocean or is often near it, she would probably find many beautiful pearls by chance. All of them in her favourites colours of course. Is she basking on the beach? The finest shells surround her. Is she admiring shoal of fish, coral reef or just the sound of the sea? There are no storms. And go on… It’s hard for Poseidon to overcome his pride and openly talk about his desire. When he finally bring himself to it, he’ll sound angry as if he’s doing something unworthy of him. Once s/o assures him that she wants to know more, Poseidon would relax.

— I want you to remind me every day how unbearable I am. How capricious… how impertinent… — she kissed his hand without taking her eyes off him and then put it to her cheek. Poseidon liked the cool touch of her skin — And still watch me with that quiet yet deep fascination.

Yeah, s/o has to make it official by saying out loud how she feels and Poseidon generously accept the offer…

NSFW For Poseidon to be in any relationship, especially romantic is almost impossible. He doesn’t get involved with others because, in his opinion, they’re not worth it. So nobody would force on him arranged marriage. He must be the one choosing that path. That’s why I don’t believe he would ever degenerating his s/o. The reason is simple - he would treat his wife with the same level of respect he treats Hades. Otherwise she wouldn’t be his wife; she cannot be someone less. I also don’t think he would praise her much, probably only when he’s in right mood she would hear complement here and there. His s/o must be good at reading his minimalistic facial expressions and body language. She may notice how his eyes widen in admiration, how he holds his breath for a moment or tightens the jaw muscles when feels really good. He’s not vocal; purrs or growls only on occasion. Poseidon has his moments where he shows desire for s/o. He won’t say it loud but won’t take his eyes off her as she undress in the evening. Yeah, she definitely gonna feel that burning look on her back. The only place where he become caring and warm is in bedroom, in private, far from servants’ eyes. These kind of moments are rare. Mostly because they both take their responsibilities seriously, which means they've been separated for a long time. Poseidon is calm, methodical lover. He’s detail-oriented - would leave no curve or plane untouched from his hands or tongue. He’ll enjoy every sound, shaking and blush s/o make, and act in accordance with the mentioned gestures. Poseidon prefers variants of missionary position to share eye contact though he wouldn’t say no to his s/o if she wants to ride him. In intimidating moment he enjoys challenging her to not close eyes when he thrusts deep into her. He starts with slow and almost annoyed pace that soon becomes raw and firm when they both chase their release. Afterward they usually lay in bed in silent, both satisfied and tired. Poseidon won’t say it loud but he really likes when his wife show him affections at that time. Slowly almost lazily massaging his chest, touching his neck and jaw, putting small kisses on his ear or cheek. Her tender words soft him. Poseidon doesn’t entirely return the favour but when she does all this to him, he caresses her back, pretending to be indifferent.

[moonllita]

My KanNao fankids 🫡 I should do Pegoryu next right?

I’m not an native English speaker so sorry for the mistakes below! I suck as writing

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Yu Tatsumi (oldest son) 15yo

Birthday: November 25th

Love: Play guitar, his band, music

Hate: School 

Favorite color: Black 

Yu is the oldest son of the Tatsumi family. He’s not a big fan of school and his grades are not good ether but he doesn’t care very much. The only thing he care is his passion for music, he skips school but never a practice with his band. He love to go against the rules, so he dye is hair blue, got some piercings and make some modifications himself on the school uniform that most of the teachers are really not fan of. He gives a lot of trouble to his parents, that are doing their best to go trough his adolescence. But even if he doesn’t show it really often by his actions, he love them. He also like to upset his little sister for fun.

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Noriko Tatsumi (daughter) 13yo

Birthday: April 7th

Love: Cute stuffs, animals, solving mysteries, crafting

Hate: Her older brother 

Favorite color: Blue

Noriko is the only daughter of the Tatsumi family. She’s super cheerful and she’s always full of energy. She adore cute things and love to craft outfit and gadget help by her dad. She’s want to become a super famous detective like her mom, but also the cutest detective probably influence by Rise. Her dad make her outfit and her hat that’s she’s wearing almost every day, highly inspired by her mom working outfit. Other kids at school made fun of her because of that outfit but she still keep a positive mindset all the time. 

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Shingo Tatsumi (youngest son) 8yo

Birthday: May 19th

Love: Space, video game, goodies

Hate: People

Favorite color: Green 

Shingo is the youngest of the Tatsumi family. He’s mostly shy and have trouble to make friends in general. He doesn’t like school because he doesn’t like people, and so on he’s often alone but he doesn’t mind. With his maturity even for his age he like solitude and prefer to play video game with his online friends. He still like to studies and he have good grades that make their parents really proud. Since he aspires to become an astronaut he keeps working hard at school and love to use his telescope discreetly during the night. He’s also have a good collections of featherman figures and other goodies related to his favorite franchises.

[moonymoodz]

Damnatio Memoriæ

Genre: for this chapter ? Not sure, it’s not smut, or fluff, or angst, really. Def slowburn. Idiots to lovers.

Pairing : Sirius Black x fem!OC (here, friends (?) to lovers (?) )

Wordcount : 2.1k

Original Character : fem, Cordelia de Valois, Ravenclaw. Pureblood and wealthy.

Context : fifth year is rough. bruised egos on the daily.

Disclaimer : I’m not a Native English speaker, so there are going to be mistakes here and there, don’t hesitate to message me so I can fix them.

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Monday, December 11th, 1975.

The chilly winter air did little to quiet the lively chatter in the Great Hall. With the Winter Ball just around the corner, breakfast conversations seemed to center solely on the three unavoidable topics: Dresses, Dancing, and, most importantly, Dates.

At the Gryffindor table, James was busy doing what he did best—whining about Lily Evans, who sat not too far away, ignoring him completely.

“I mean, it’s ridiculous at this point,” James grumbled, stabbing at his eggs with unnecessary force. “I’ve asked her every single year. This time I’d even rehearsed the whole thing!”

“Don’t remind me,” Sirius mumbled with a shake of his head, as he poured milk in his tea, “there are things a man can’t unsee.”

“And she still said no.” James chewed through an entire slice of bacon.

‘Sorry, James,’ Lily had said lightly, ‘This year, it’s a girls-only affair,’ before hopping back towards Marlene and Mary, who were in stitches, unable to contain their laughter.

“You do make it easy for her,” Remus remarked, not looking up from his copy of the Daily Prophet. “There’s a kind of—satisfaction in watching you beg.”

“Beg?” James sputtered. “I don’t beg.” He shifted his gaze among them, uncertainty creeping in. “Do I?”

“It’s tragic, really,” Sirius drawled from his seat, not even bothering to hide the grin that tugged at his lips. He was lounging in his usual spot, looking as though he owned the entire table. “Maybe if you stopped trying so hard, she wouldn’t find it so bloody funny to turn you down.”

“That’s rich,” James shot him a dark look. “Coming from the one bloke who’s never had to lift a finger.”

Sirius let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in his chair.

“What’s the count so far?” James asked. “How many girls have you turned down already for the ball? Ten? Fifteen?”

Sirius tilted his head, feigning thought. “Mmm, closer to twenty, I think. But who’s counting?”

“Modesty, thy name is Sirius,” Remus muttered under his breath, not quite suppressing a grin.

Peter, who had been quietly picking at his food, piped up suddenly, his voice nervous. “I don’t have a date either, Prongs,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as his gaze darted from the Ravenclaw table.

Sirius leaned in, grinning wickedly. “Don’t look so grim, Wormy, we’ll get you a bird in no time.”

There was a brief pause before James, smirking, clapped Pete on the shoulder. “Right, there’s still time. Have you been eyeing anyone?”

Peter’s eyes darted back toward the Ravenclaw table, where Cordelia sat with Dorcas and a few others. His face went from red to crimson and he quickly looked down at his plate. “No one in particular.”

“Oh, come on,” James urged, catching on. “I see you looking over there,” he nudged Peter. “Didn’t think you were into bookish gals.”

“I’m not,” Peter mumbled defensively, “Anyway, everyone’s probably taken by now.”

“There’s always Cordelia,” Remus suggested, out of the blue, “Why don’t you ask her?”

Peter nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. “Wha- no, I—I can’t ask her.”

« Well, of course you can’t ask her, » James chuckled, shaking his head, « but it’s not a terrible idea—she might fix you up with-»

“Hold on a minute,” Remus said, pretending to be genuinely interested, “Someone’s got to ask Cordelia, why not Pete?”

“Because,” James hesitated, “she’s… well… he’s.. I mean- you know.”

Peter’s face was now almost matching the Gryffindor tablecloth.

« Moony, please, » Sirius whined, « you know I would tongue Peety, here, real hard if I were a chick. Hell, I have tongued him real hard not that long ago, and it wasn’t half bad,” he raised his hands. « But let us be real for a second, the lad doesn’t stand a chance. » He continued with a teasing grin. « She’s probably got some noble suitor lined up already. You know how it is with girls like her—always got some lofty standards. »

Peter sank lower in his seat, looking thoroughly embarrassed. But before anyone could say more, the very object of their conversation approached.

As though summoned, Cordelia had appeared at the end of their table, her Ravenclaw robes fluttering softly as she walked towards them, holding a handful of parchments. She glanced at Remus as she laid it all on the table. “Here, your notes from last week’s divination.”

“Thanks Cord,” Remus replied, taking the notes with a nod.

“No problem.” She gave a small smile before turning to leave.

But Sirius, ever one to poke the bear, leaned forward. “Leaving us so soon de Valois?” he called, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. “Won’t you grace us, mere mortals, with your—delightful company just a tad longer?”

The girl stopped, “It may be a foreign concept to you, Black,” she spoke calmly, turning to face him with an arched brow, “but some of us actually have things to do.”

Sirius leaned forward, his grin widening as he took full advantage of the attention. “Surely you can spare a minute to discuss this week’s hot topic. Tell us, have you settled on a hot date for the ball, already?” He asked. “I suppose you must have your pick of eligible suitors.”

Cordelia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh, come on,” Sirius continued, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. “You’re telling me you haven’t been bombarded with offers?”

Remus spoke, “Didn’t that Hufflepuff lad ask you just the other day? What’s his name? The sixth y-”

She shook her head, her tone clipped. “He didn’t.”

“Really?” Sirius continued, his grin widening. “What about your fellow Ravenclaw Prefect? You two would make a lovely pair of rule-abiding bores. I bet he’s just dying to escort you.”

“Also no,” Cordelia said, her patience starting to wear thin.

James leaned in, grinning. “Please tell us you’re not going with some Slytherin fuckwit”

Sirius’s eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. “Ah, of course, how could I forget? Snivellus, perhaps? Or better yet, Mulciber. Quite the catch,” he giggled. “Can’t go wrong with a bloke who’s just as charming as a Blast-Ended Skrewt.”

“Definitely not him.” The corners of Cordelia’s mouth twitched, but she remained composed. “Are we done here?”

“Oh, but if not him,” Sirius mused, “then maybe… no… don’t tell me you’re going stag?” He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. Cordelia rolled her eyes. “What’s the matter, duchess? Has your charming personality sent all the boys running?

Remus shot Sirius a look, raising an eyebrow as if to say tread carefully. “Pads…”

“To be fair, you are tough to approach, Cord. Not everyone’s brave enough to handle all that—pedigree.”

Cordelia’s expression hardened, but before she could reply, Peter, sensing the growing tension, blurted out, “Well, I-I’m going alone.”

She turned, her face and voice softening as she looked down at the freckled boy. “I’m sure you’ll find someone, Pete,” she laid a gentle hand on his arm, “Either way, you must save me a dance,” she winked at him.

Peter’s face lit up, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks as he stared at his plate.

« You know, » Sirius stated, louder than anticipated, « if you’re that desperate, I could always step in. I’ve had to fight off so many invites, already, it’s a full-time job, but I’m sure I could— squeeze you in for a twirl or two. »

Cordelia’s eyes flashed with something cold, though her smile was still polite. « I’m sure you could. »

« A lion can hardly be tamed, » Sirius declared, laying a dramatic hand on his chest, « But I am nothing if not selfless, I might make an exception-»

“That won’t be necessary,” she sharply cut off his rant and Remis sighed in relief at the interruption. « Believe it or not, Black, somebody did ask me to the Ball, » she continued, before adding, « weeks ago. »

The table fell silent. Sirius, for the first time, looked slightly thrown. « And you said—yes? »

Cordelia nodded, her expression calm but her eyes dancing with satisfaction. « I did. »

« So, who’s the lucky guy? » James asked eagerly.

« Wouldn’t you like to know, Potter? » She rolled her eyes.

« Come on now, Duchess, » Sirius urged, leaning forward with a playful grin. « Don’t leave us in suspense. »

« You really want to know? » Cordelia challenged, raising a single eyebrow, her voice dripping with mock curiosity.

The boys nodded eagerly, exchanging glances, clearly waiting for her answer.

Cordelia leaned in closer, hovering just above the table as if preparing to divulge a deep secret. Her eyes flicked around dramatically, scanning the hall to make sure no one was eavesdropping. They all leaned in, hanging on her every word.

« It’s… » she began in a whisper, dragging out the suspense, « …someone who doesn’t need to brag about their conquests. »

Sirius sighed in exasperation as the group collectively leaned back, realization dawning. Cordelia straightened with a satisfied smirk, her eyes locking onto Sirius.

« You should try that sometime, » she added, her tone light but razor-sharp,

Sirius’s smirk faltered, the cockiness wiped clean off his face. The others, watching closely, stifled their laughter.

James burst out first, laughing loudly. « She got you there. »

Sirius tried to maintain his nonchalant demeanor, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed him. « Well, forgive me for taking interest in a classmate’s social well-being, » he muttered, though his voice had lost its playful edge.

Cordelia, now with the upper hand, tilted her head slightly. « Sure, you were. »

Sirius’s smirk faltered, just for a moment, before he leaned back in his chair with a mock-relaxed grin. « Hey, play nice, I’ll let you know plenty would’ve killed for the offer. »

« Yeah, » James chimed in with a grin of his own, « In all fairness, he has been fighting off girls left, right, and center.”

“The proof’s in the pudding,” Sirius added, his grin widening as he winked at Cordelia.

The girl paused, her eyebrow arching slightly as she glanced between Sirius and James, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, I’ve heard you’re popular, alright.”

Sirius, still smirking, leaned in a little. « Have you? »

There was a beat of silence, and Cordelia’s smile remained cool as she regarded him. « It’s a shame popularity doesn’t equal quality, though, isn’t it? »

Sirius’s smirk dropped and Cordelia’s eyes glimmered with amusement as she delivered her final blow. « Yes, like those chip shops everyone queues up for in London. Foul things. Greasy, a bit common, and the smell? Stays with you days after you’re done, or so I’ve heard. »

James snorted into his goblet, laughing loudly. « She’s got a point there, Pads. »

Remus, grinning, chimed in. « Careful there, Cord, I happen to enjoy a good chippy. »

The girl gave him a sly smile, «Case and point. However dreadful they may be, there always seems to be a line out the door, » she sighed in fake contemplation, «Makes you wonder doesn’t it? »

James chuckled. « Sure beats me. »

Sirius, though clearly thrown, tried to recover, giving James a playful smack on the back of the head before meeting Cordelia’s gaze. « Well, » he said with a pause, « I guess not everyone is a picky eater like you. »

Cordelia raised her chin, a smirk dancing on her lips. « I suppose not. Which is exactly why I won’t be needing you to— how did you put it? Squeeze me in, after all. »

The laughter from the table grew louder, and Sirius, for once, had no retort. He could only watch as Cordelia straightened, shot him one final, victorious glance, and turned on her heel with perfect grace.

The Ball was certainly going to be fun.

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Next Chapter

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[yeagerfate]

surprising them by speaking spanish.

characters: miguel o’hara and miles morales (earth-1610)

warnings: spoilers and reader is pregnant in miguel’s but other than that none! just pure fluff <333 oh and i write using actual capital letters not just lowercase lol. wrote this all on my phone so sorry if it’s bad 😭 and i’m not a spanish speaker so i used spanishdict for this. i’m really sorry if it’s not accurate, let me know if there are any mistakes! xoxo. one last thing: sorry this is so short! i just wanted to post something short and sweet while i work on something a bit bigger wink wink. can you tell i’ve never been on a date before?

MIGUEL O’HARA

It had been a very tiring day for Miguel.

Lyla had detected five more anomalies, including the Spot, messing with the Canon and all of the universes they’d ended up in. All of it had been extremely stressful for Miguel, especially because he was scared he’d end up snapping at you because of all the emotional turmoil. However, he couldn’t help but look forward to having a nice, warm dinner with you when he got home.

When he arrived home and didn’t hear you humming while cooking in the kitchen or reading on the couch, he was very concerned. “Honey?” He called. “You home?” Of course you were. Your car was parked outside in the driveway. Miguel wanted to smack himself for asking such a stupid thing, but he was much more worried about your whereabouts.

“I’m upstairs!” You yelled back. You hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late, and you were rushing to finish putting together your present for Miguel. A positive pregnancy test.

Miguel walked up the stairs quietly, a little confused but not mad. He could hear you fiddling around with something that sounded… like a bag? “Mi luna?” He entered the bedroom, and saw you rapidly shoving something in a small, white gift bag. Your shoulders tensed.

“Close your eyes!” You yelped out. “It’s a gift for you.”

“What for?” Miguel furrowed his brows. His birthday had already passed, Valentine’s Day wasn’t anytime soon, and your anniversary was in 6 months.

“Es una sorpresa para ti. Cierra los ojos, mi sol.” You smiled brightly. Finally, you’d be able to both surprise him with your Spanish, and your pregnancy. You couldn’t be more excited to see his reaction, especially since you’d both decided you were ready to have a child a few months ago.

Miguel’s ears turned pink. Since when did you speak Spanish? “I… okay.” His smile was beaming and eager.

You gently grasped his hands and opened them so that you could hand him the gift bag before telling him to open his eyes again. “Adelante. Ábrela.” Although you were nervous, you couldn’t see Miguel freaking out in a bad way. He’d been longing for a child for a very long time, especially after the loss of his Gabriella. Of your Gabriella, since Miguel was also your husband in that universe.

Miguel’s mouth was opened slightly, a small gasp emerging from him when he saw what the “gift” was. A positive pregnancy test. It felt like his entire world lit up when he saw those two lines; those two lines that meant everything to him.

“A baby? A baby?!”

Suddenly, his arms were wrapped around your waist, and he’d picked you up, twirling you around in a sincere hug before setting you down again. “You’re serious? You’re positive?”

“I’m serious. Vamos a tener un bebé.”

The way his eyes lit up was something you wished you’d captured with a picture, but you also were happy you could see it in real life. You were also delighted you’d learned Spanish secretly, so you could give him the news in his native language.

In that moment, Miguel decided that he’d never let anything happen to you or your child. It was the family he’d always wanted; the family he wished he hadn’t lost. One of his hands cupped your waist, while the other rested on the back of your neck. His soft brown eyes looked at you with such devotion it made you tear up. “Mi cielo,” He whispered, “Como te amo.”

MILES MORALES

Tonight, you were going to meet Miles’ parents for the first time. Miles had given you only one warning: not to call his parents by their first names. Though, you really wanted to impress them, especially since Miles was so special to you, and to his parents, of course, so you secretly began studying Spanish.

At first, it was a bit hard, especially since you spent so much time with Miles. You made sure to hide your Spanish workbooks under your bed, though, and whenever you had to go to Spanish lessons, you’d just tell him you had a babysitting job. It was always believable, though Miles was smart enough to know you were lying about it. He didn’t think you were doing anything malicious, though, so he decided to let it go. Maybe it was for his birthday? It was next month, so maybe you were planning a surprise party. He really did not want to spoil that for himself.

You’d seen his parents around sometimes, more often that not his father because he occasionally worked with the PTA. This was the first time you were actually going to have to hold a conversation with them, though.

You’d already gotten ready, having chosen a nice, classy dress but not too fancy. You put your hair into a pretty updo and kept it minimal on the makeup. Now, you were just rushing to review your Spanish. You really did not want to make a mistake and give his parents a bad impression.

Your reviewing was interrupted when you heard your phone ring. “Hi, I’m here,” Miles said. You could tell he was really anxious too, especially because of how shaky his voice was. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” You set your flashcards aside and walked towards the front door, smoothing your dress out and fixing your hair one last time before leaving.

Miles smiled as you walked down the front steps of your house. “You look nice,” He said shyly. “Thanks,” You smiled and took his hand.

You and Miles had given each other a pep talk on the way to his apartment, though Miles had given you much more advice. It was very appreciated. “Oh God, I’m scared,” You whispered to him as soon as you could see his house from down the street. “Don’t be, it’ll be fine,” He replied kindly.

Once you had gotten to his house, Miles took out his keys and unlocked the door, yelling to his parents that he’d arrived. Rio had immediately walked towards you, introducing herself as Miles’ mother in English, since she’d assumed you couldn’t speak Spanish. By the look on her face, you could tell she was skeptical of you, though that was understandable. Miles’ father, Jeff, had followed Rio.

“Hola, Señora Morales, Señor Morales.” Miles looked up, eyebrows raising impressedly at you before a boyish smile appeared on his face. He knew you’d ace your first impression, he was just nervous.

Rio was pleasantly surprised, and her face lit up. So did Jeff’s. “Bienvenido, mija,” Rio smiled. “Sígueme.”

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“So… what was that?” Miles asked as he walked you home. The entire visit went great, although just a little awkward at first, and Miles was very satisfied with how it went.

“What was what?” You feigned confusion. “The Spanish thing. I didn’t know you knew how to speak it,” Miles replied. You smiled gleefully. “I didn’t. That’s why I was acting so weird. I wanted to learn for your parents, for you, Miles. I just wanted to surprise you, that’s all.”

Miles’ eyes widened. He blinked. He blinked again. “Really?! So that’s what you were doing. It all makes sense now.”

Giggling softly, you nodded enthusiastically, proud of yourself and your efforts to truly learn Spanish.

Miles couldn’t have been prouder.

[cablyunkataplum]

Never meant to be

Sully family x Sully! Fem/Pronouns Reader

Words: 6,358

Summary: It does not matter who's fault it is right now. You're gone, it won't be the same any more. In the way to your eternal rest, memories come out and fill the sad enviroment.

A.N: Use of (__)-Third person- I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--Sorry for any mistake-- I tried to relate the stories with something of the funeral and scenes before, I hope it makes sense. I hope this is sad/angst but fluff too. -(__) has different ages in each memory. 6 months for this is pretty wild.

It was weak but it was still there, the lullaby made by the waves, accompanying those who were grieving. The water a little warmer but cold for the Sullys, burning their skin as memories flowed over the surface of the reflecting form.

Her body floating softer now it was lifeless, being encapsulated between large leaves and flowers, taken away from the village to a place unknown to all of them even after living there for weeks; there was not their home, not with pain clouding their senses. She's not coming back and it will be a long road before they can be together again.

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Kiri did her best to find a flower that only grew in remote places and very well hidden ones. She spent her days trying, but it seemed she would not succeed and that frustrated her. Everyone noticed this and asked her if there was anything they could do, she simply said it was nothing and continued with her tasks.

One night, after noticed how distracted she was, again, (__) talked with Mo'at about the matter.

Reaching the tent after dinner, (__) announced herself before entering given the permission to, she greeted with her hand raising and descending --I see you, grandmother-- Mo'at reciprocated --I see you granddaughter,What brings you on these sides? You haven’t come here for a long time-- She grabbed a few herbs putting them in a bag to direct her attention to collect others, without taking off the eyes of them she heard --I know Grandma, I’m sorry-- (__) squatted and then took a more comfortable position.

--But Kiri has been different these days-- Now the tsahik turned to look in her direction with the same calm as she crouched down --different?-- she placed the herbs in a bowl and began to grind them for a few seconds neither of them spoke, concentrating on how the bundle turned into a pasty mixture, the sound of fire breaking the wood causing their ears to move, --And haven’t you thought about asking her?-- This question sounded very innocent but it was obvious how sarcastic too, --Of course Grandma!, but she didn’t say anything-- Mo’at stopped grinding and her eyes met those of (__) raising her eyebrows and tilting her head a bit --And I should know--.

With her ears pressed to her head she answered almost whispering --maybe-- but quickly continued --She spends a lot of time training and healing with you-- at the end the eldest shook her head laughing a little --You care too much granddaughter of mine-- And she went on to mix it again --If it helps you and Kiri, I think I know what’s going on. I told her about a very rare ingredient that I use in several of my mixes, but I no longer have it and I have not been able to find any, not even the pickers-- when she finished and saw that the texture was the best she stopped and picked up a few rags.

At the same time (__) came closer to her --How is it?-- Mo'at could see the determination in her eyes, after thinking a little about whether to tell her or not, she gave in and then gave her the details of said flower.

The days passed, (__) spent less time in the clan returning untidy and sometimes with cuts. Something that worried the Sully’s, another girl who behaved differently than usual, but this would not last long.

Kiri tended to several with their wounds, focused on making the right moves and putting in the right amounts that ignored a figure who walked beside her and sat a few feet away from her.  Mo’at, who was attending to another na’vi, spoke --When you finish with him, take care of your sister, I have already done it too much--- So Kiri looked up, first to her grandmother who with some seriousness saw (__) then to the same one who offered a small embarrassed smile lowering her gaze.

Without saying anything and keeping her eyes for a few more seconds she continued to heal the wound. At the end she grabbed her things and went with her older sister observing those that required more attention first --what happened this time?-- (__) frowned trying to disguise the satisfaction of the task that left her in such a state --MH?-- Kiri exhaled somewhat tired --You know what I mean and don’t try to deny it (__)--She ran her fingers through the mix and spread it on the first wound getting a few moans of pain --Didn’t you think about what might happen to you?-- Turning her eyes for the scolding she opened his mouth for the first time to speak not before making other sounds for the burning --Mom and Dad already scolded me enough … I’m fine, Thank you--. Kiri quickly took her arm and extended it so that she and her sister could see it and bending over to see her face. --Is this being fine?-- --Kiri-- now (__) had a tired tone, Kiri’s uneasy face relaxed and looking for her sister’s look tried to be more delicate --What do you think you were doing?-- Studying her face a little and looking for the words to explain herself and make the surprise a good surprise --Little sister it won't happen again-- --I hope so-- she returned to focus her attention on the wounds --If you continue this strange, I will be the one who will have to take care of you--.

--Now I am the one who acts weird?-- Again they connected glances but Kiri shook her head and attended another cut --I don’t know what you’re talking about-- (__) brought her face closer to hers --Really?-- --Ugh-- she took some bands and wrapped them around her sister's arm --You are the one who is acting weird I’m fine-- (__) nodded slowly with lips a little pressed but her tail somewhat restless, her head looking at some shops began her “little plan” --TUK!-- Without turning but her eyes focused on Kiri continued with a smile forming --Then I think I’ll have to see what I do with all this-- The steps became more audible as they got closer, soon after Tuktirey appeared holding a basket --Hi Kiri!-- When she was close she extended the basket, when she took it, the little Tuk just as she came she went --Goodbye Kiri!-- with some caution she opened the lid to meet several flowers, the same that she spent many days searching without success Her mouth opened a little, her eyes opened a little more, after a few seconds she looked at (__) with the same expression and then at Mo’at --she is quite persuasive, as stubborn-- with bowl in hand went to her tent. --And?-- Her face full of happiness and fun for Kiri's attitude, but only received a slap on the face --Auch!, what was that for?-- --For being a skxawng-- With hands running her arm and without erasing that smile from her face --I can show you where there are more-- taking the basket and putting it in another place she observed them for another time --they are beautiful … I like them-- (__) confessed --Thank you-- softening her expression --It is nothing Kiri, anything for my siblings-- now it was Kiri's mouth that curved to share the smile.

Kiri sat next to (__) and laid her body and head on hers. --I think you better collect more, grandmother will reproach you every time you approach to her the times she has had to attend you--. She exhaled amused since it was most likely --as you say-- her posture became rigid and made a military signal that her father had taught them. Giving another pat but on the back of the neck she rolled her eyes without losing her smile --I'll reserve some for you, you'll need them-- --You talk like I'm always in trouble-- her tail moved as she remembered the many times her brother had gotten in trouble and where she had to heal him.

--You behaved like lo’ak--. Kiri felt (__)’s head lying on hers, she closed her eyes and (__) answered --That’s why you scolded me? I am older, I am the one who should scold you--.

--I was worried-- settling more into the gap that she had in the neck of (__) and her chest, focused on listening to her heart. --You don’t need to worry about me-- and neither said anything, enjoying each other’s company. Kiri then thanked the great mother for giving her the family she has, for the support and love they gave her and give her, for being in the here and now. Her arms encircled her sister's figure and hers her shoulders.

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The cold wind caressed the face of Lo’ak who was still sleeping, the external activity diluted in his listening announced the morning, feeling the lack of body heat at his side, it took him a while to open his eyes that to his surprise the light was already abundant, he stretched as much as he could, he left his resting place and went to breakfast.

When he arrived he was greeted by his family, first by his mother who stretched his arm to his head and kissed it, then by his father --Did you sleep well son?-- Jake asked by taking a piece of food and Lo’ak settling down next to his mother and Neteyam answered --Yes Father-- by bowing he grabbed a few pieces of food, leaving no room for further conversation (__) continued to swaying and asking --Daaaaaaddd pleaasseeee--.

Neytiri, who helped Tuk to eat, replied --(__), your father already told you no-- with this the girl made a few grimaces, without stopping her action her dad interfered --What will you do there?-- Before answering Neteyam spoke --She's going with a boooyyy-- he didn't dissimulate the smile and immediately made sounds to imitate kisses --Puagh! I'm not!-- with disgust she pulled out her tongue while the other children laughed but her mother looked at them to stop and so they did but in a while the ones emerged a little, --Very good, but you take your brother, today Kiri and Neteyam have their trainings-- As if she had never been sitting, she started jumping around and then hugging her dad for a long time, --Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-- and hastily sat down to eat, with a small look at Lo’ak. Neytiri who at that time had finished eating and was now focused on Tuk saw Jake with a smile that he tried to hide when he saw her along with Mo'at.

When they finished eating Lo’ak and (__) went to the spring, the wet grass as well as the weather made the road lighter, concentrated in the view that although it was not possible to see beyond 4 meters was abundant, the sounds of his own steps, insects or even the wind was enough to relax the little one and make his body feel sleepy but the grip of (__) hand with his hand was enough to keep walking. After several moments of the walk the water hitting and joining with another was already heard as well as several laughs and other movements.

Lo’ak watched his sister dive more and more into the spring, from time to time pouring water or dipping her head. --Lo’ak! Come!-- (__) called her brother with a sign, the one who was sitting playing with some toys just shook his head and continued with his game, the water was too cold for his taste but, (__) wouldn't take a no for an answer, she had come to have fun and wanted her brother to do it too. But as soon as she thought of something to convince the child she would enjoy the spring.

Dipping and dipping she noticed a close flash, curiously she approached, came out of the water to take a breath of air and dive again, extending her left hand and grabbing the object. This moved a little, when she opened her mouth by the surprise she had to leave to not take or breathe the water. --Lo’ak! Lo’ak!-- He raised his head and saw his sister walking quickly towards him. --Come, look what I found!-- Her face no longer reflected surprise but joy like her body language, again shook his head --I don't want-- (__) clasped her hands together and asked again --Come on Lo'ak! If you do then I'll play with you whatever you want, but come-- thinking about it for a few seconds, he accepted and took the hand of (__).

When he touched the water he moved back a little by the temperature but his sister gave him a squeeze with her hand and a look to encourage him, as he walked more and the water reached his torso he had already become accustomed to the cold. When they got to a certain point they stopped, the elder pointed her head and spoke --There it is, ready?-- She noisily breathed in and waited a little for Lo’ak to do the same, in doing so they both put their heads in and with their eyes wide open they searched for what had excited his sister so much.

When he saw a little figurine of pastel colors and that with the passing light shone, as (__) he tried to touch it, but when his hands did he felt a peculiar texture, without having the same reaction, he only pulled his hand and watched the little figure come out antennae and move slowly on the rock on which it rested.

It was a snail he had never seen before, a very nice one, smiling he came out to breathe and began to laugh, next door his sister saw him and just imitated him. Already in a less deep place both walked looking at the rocks and stones below and the leaves that had fallen and floated aimlessly, some of the na’vi were no longer there, they had returned to the clan so it was calmer.

As the child that is Lo’ak it occurred to him that it would be fun to surprise his sister. As slow as he could was approaching (__), he bent down and her hands formed small spaces, when she turned to hear her brother approach she was greeted by nonstop water splashes with laughter, she tried to shelter her face with her arms but it was quite difficult so she decided to fight back, thus initiating a battle that neither of them would be willing to lose.

Hours later the only thing they did was rest, when one said they had given up and the other believed they took advantage to throw water again, the other did it too. Her hair moved according to the waves, as did her garments that barely floated. The light was dim by the leaves that covered the spring.

Looking at her face, Lo’ak appreciated every detail of her sister, even how serene she was even seemed to have fallen asleep. Almost as a sigh Lo’ak said her name, she opened her eyes and waited --I thought you were sleeping-- she shook her head. --It is better that we go to the clan, surely we have passed the food-- Turning a little leaning on her knee and squeezing her hair to remove the excess water, his brother did the same and taking by the hand they collected the toys to leave.

Back his head followed a thought that had formed at breakfast time, at his father’s condition and decided to clarify it even if it hurt his feelings, --(__), did you want to come with me?-- For the sudden question she stopped the steps, the sister who saw the face of her brother understood what he meant --Hey… why wouldn’t I want? with brothers as “cool” as you-- she broke her grip and swirled his hair with a smile before it got serious --I'm here Lo'ak, ok?-- without much thought he nodded.

They grabbed hands again and continued their way home without looking back.

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Neytiri had already finished several of her tasks for the day, one of her last was to go hunting, walking among the hammocks and some roots she carried her bow and arrows with constant step, the eclipse was approaching remarkably so it was necessary to get something before the night covered every corner of the forest.

Before she could completely leave the clan and call her ikran’s attention, she was attracted by a creak that frightened her, turning around quickly she found nothing less than her eldest daughter holding her own bow, her own eyes open --sorry ma, I didn't mean to scare you-- calming down immediately she signalized to her to approach her --what happened darling?-- slowly shook her head as she shortened the distance, arriving Neytiri surrounded with her arm the head of (__) charging it at the end of her collarbone --no, I just wondered if... could I go with you?-- --Nothing would make me more happy-- before continuing she separated a little to take her face in her hands and observe it a while --My great hunter is not yet big enough to think that hunting with her mother is thing of the past-- the cheeks of (__) warmed up to remember how those last weeks she was alone or with other young na’vi --mom!!-- a smile crossed by both in a moment, --It is better that we go at once-- without another word they walked until they reached the place that seemed right to them and called their ikran.

Already in the place that Neytiri had planned both began with the task, as cautious as possible they roamed the forest, tracking and following the chosen prey.

The rope was stretched until the arm reached its ideal point, the tip centered in the sight and with one last breath her hand released the rope, the arrow accompanied by another giving in different objectives, without wasting time they approached and performed the prayer.

--You have improved a lot in your aim-- --Thank you-- when she met her eyes her mother nodded --when the time comes you will take my father’s bow-- (__) who was preparing the animals to be loaded stopped the action taking again her eyes to those of Neytiri with disbelief --But Mom-- Neytiri interrupted --A bow must be strong, endure all the times it is used and those that do not, the person who wears it must be as strong as one, is one more part of who wears it; just as important as the heart, it is decided-- she finished preparing the animals herself, turning just to make her posture clearer, (__) nodded and then helped with what remained to be done.

On the flight back, the girl's mind wondered why that decision, despite being honored and happy she was also confused and even a little worried because that bow was one of the few things that her mother kept from her own father and therefore from her old home but she would not question it otherwise as it was what her mother wanted.

After dinner averyone went to their hammocks to sleep and be ready for the next day, including the Sully’s, each to their respective but before Neytiri could go with Jake, her daughter asked to talk to her.

Already set aside for others to rest, (__) sat on a rock and waited for the moment she thought was most appropriate to ask by tilting her head a little towards Neytiri --how was my grandfather?-- She stood behind (__), she took a great inhalation as soon as she sat next to her, looked at the stars standing still in the sky, --He was one of the strongest people I have ever met, wise and determined, even though Oloeyktan, he was someone who inspired confidence, love.-- The memories crossed her mind good and not so good but made tears find place in her eyes --Sometimes you look a lot like him, I'm sure he would be very proud of all of you.--

(__) In her periphery saw how her mother's face changed according to her emotions, her hand rested on top of hers --so would he be with you-- Neytiri turned her head to see (__) that she did not look at her directly swallowed saliva and tried to say something, she took off her tears with her hand --I wish it was, it is time for us to return-- and so they did.

Before (__) lay in her hammock she pulled Neytiri into a big hug putting her ear on her chest --rest ma, see you tomorrow-- with a kiss on the crown of her head for the last time she spoke -- you too, ‘ite’-- that’s how the night ended, the clan resting quietly.

The bows rested one above the other in their designated place waiting for another use, while dreams visited everyone, Neytiri dreamed of her father, she was again a girl and he was as always a great man.

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The little Tuk ran from one side to another screaming, the na’vi and people around her gave small glimpses toward her direction somewhat confused by her actions, as she stopped she turned around with her eyes going through every possible corner, attentive to any suspicious movement. But for a while there was no action to alert Tuk, for a moment her face was covered in confusion.

But as she let her guard down, two arms surrounded her figure –-I got you!-- Tuk shouted again but it was mixed with laughter --not true!-- And tried to break free repeatedly until she gave up, when (__) let her go, she resumed her escape --Hey, that's not fair-- she shouted but the girl ignored and kept running toward the tent of the whole family, with the things that were there she tried to hide and keeping silent, she waited.

After several minutes she heard as someone approached and entered the tent, holding her breath she watched as the na’vi moved to the other side, that’s when Tuk noticed that it was not (__).

But lo’ak who squatted and pulled something out of a basket, but when he stood and turned around he realized that the little girl was in the same space, carrying a scared look for a moment he asked --what are you doing?-- --Shh-- without being quiet, Lo'ak asked again, raising his voice --Shhhh!,What do you not see that I am hiding?-- he immediately answered --No-- and without further, he left the tent.

Other minutes passed and Tuk was already more than bored, she thought that, since (__) had not entered there perhaps she had forgotten their game and that she could already leave and not worry too much so she did but as she walked toward the entrance she didn't notice the shadow that was expected on the cloth of the store, When she left, she was back between two arms, the same ones that had imprisoned her moments before – I knew you were here-- --(__)!-- She laughed a little, --I win-- at that moment she let go of her, but the girl didn’t move from her side-- it’s not true, you cheated, that doesn’t count-- Tuk pressed her lips and changed her posture so that her sister knew how she was feeling.

--Cheated? How I cheated?-- Her tone of voice reflected the confusion she presented at what her younger sister said --surely you pretended that you forgot that we were playing to distract me and sure Lo’ak told you where I was-- Now she was the biggest grimace – I didn’t forget anything and Lo’ak hasn’t even spoken to me since breakfast -- Tuk’s tail stopped moving abruptly, his ears just as still – really?-- -- promise TukTuk-- she took a hand to her heart to make it better understood what she was telling the truth, Tuk seemed quite satisfied with that and she accepted it --that’s good because others usually do it when we play--. So (__) knelt down to level with her sister and seeing her in the eyes --then I promise I will never forget when we play together-- Tuk smiled and with his hand imitated her sister’s previous action --And I… promise… never forget anything-- ----what?-- The expression was funny because of her sister’s somewhat vague promise --Yes, I will never forget anything, nor of this-- raising an eyebrow the kneeling Sully asked --Really? Then I hope you never forget that I am your sister-- she composed her posture rolling her eyes--it seems that Lo’ak and Kiri already did-- the latter was more for herself but Tuk managed to hear and laughed, without saying anything else they heard how her mother called them to eat, --Yeah, i promise--

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Neteyam had finished his practices for the day so he decided to go and walk to relax, he knew that his father expected that when he finished he would immediately return to the clan, half a year ago that the people of heaven had returned and Jake was more strict and hard on them, plus he was busier. So he tried his best not to stress his father and make him proud, just like anyone, he needed time to rest.

So thinking of returning to the clan before worrying anyone, he went on his way, observing the flora and fauna, eating from the fruit he found, memorizing the parts of the forest where he was. After a long time he remembered what he had planned watching as he was close the eclipse ran as fast as he could as his ikran was not close. When he arrived and was under the camp he called his ikran in a hurry, without having stepped on, first he heard the cry of his father and then his figure approaching with tense posture –-did you already realize the time you arrive!?-- --I’m sorry, sir.-- But this response only seemed to infuriate Jake who immediately thought of some punishment for his eldest son –-A sorry doesn’t help me when you don’t even seem to care!-- Neteyam lowered his head, biting his tongue to the point of drawing some blood.

What else could he say? He knew that if he told the truth he would only make things worse and if he didn't say anything else he would take his father out of his boxes, at that time to remain silent and Jake's to wait, (__) approached knowing what was going on from her father’s screams, and to try to help, she spoke –-Neteyam, did you get the stones?-- both turned to see her confused --What do you mean sweetheart?-- asked Jake, for a second the ears of (__) went down but quickly replied --an apology father, I asked Neteyam some things for a project I have-. --And the stones?-- Jake turned to Neteyam who stuttered a bit trying to give an answer that was credible –- I didn’t find any special for (__), sorry --Do not worry brother, another day will be–- with some doubt and without discomfort already some Jake accepted the fact and left everything with a warning that they should always warn with issues like this to avoid worries --it will not happen again father--, -It better not-.

When Jake disappeared from their field of vision, Neteyam spoke -– why do you lie to him? You shouldn’t have done that-– something tired (__) put her hands on her brother’s shoulders --did you see how he was? He almost takes your teeth out one by one-- he sighed – anyway, that was wrong – with one hand he pushed the hands away from (__) -- when he finds out that I never looked for anything, what will we do?-- She raised an eyebrow – what else could we do? Tomorrow you bring me any stone and I will pretend that I loved it–For a moment, Neteyam watched his sister in disbelief. Had she lied before? --We won’t do that-- she escoffed, --As you wish, so what do you suggest?-- --We won’t do anything, this was my fault.-- (__) turned her eyes and before turning around she said, --very well-- and finally marched to leave Neteyam with his thoughts.

The next morning, as if he was not between his father’s expectations, he woke up late, possibly it was already noon. He rushed out to apologize and start his arc practices immediately. But Jake did not recriminate anything, to the surprise of the boy and his mother - thank (__) who warned me of your great ability, this day you can rest as much as you want but I will not allow it to always be that way, did you hear boy?-- --Yes, father, thank you very much-- without further ado, he did. In the night when he saw the eldest, he thanked her but she shook her head and with a confessed smile – you earned it – she shook her brother’s head and finished –now rest Tey– –you too (__)--. And with that they went to sleep without seeing eachother in the eyes.

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It had been a busy day but full of fun and new discoveries with his friends, his family. Removing the mask that helped him move in Pandora, Spider opened the second control door, when Norm entered he received it as usual.

--Hello Spider! How did everythin went?-- --It was great Norm, Kiri showed me plants I had never seen before and then with Lo'ak, Neteyam and (__) we went to explore a place she found, There were a lot of bugs and they ate some-– Spider only laughed at what happened as they had also joked with each other but Norm made an expression of disgust thinking about their texture and taste --Very well I do not want to know more details, Go take a shower so we can eat-– Spider breathed out his shoulders and walked down heavily to where the showers were --ok-- without having moved too far he stopped and without losing another second he passed his hands on Norm’s clothes and ran to his room --Spider!-- he shouted with his hands outstretched seeing the dirt and what looked like drool on his shirt and some of his pants, with a sigh of defeat he went to change and make Spider bath.

Well into the night and after having dined Spider lay on his bed, just below Norm's and before he went up the boy asked why he never learned the ways of the Omaticaya to be one of them, he settled on the edge of the bed --well-- he squeezed his lips --Jake was the first, he was taught as he was not a scientist and I was a little jealous- Spider curved an eyebrow --Something?-- Norm frowned --Don't you believe me?-- The boy shook his head and denied, Norm forrowed his eyebrows and nodded slowly --I guess I was very jealous, I had spent many years learning so that someone who barely knew what photosynthesis was or knew what skxanwngg meant would have been accepted into the clan… but then Grace and I had the opportunity to live with the Omaticaya, everything seemed to improve.

After the war I still had the opportunity to ask and more with Jake being Oloeytktan but at that time I realized that it was really not something that was for me... plus-- he shook the hair of Spider --Someone has to take care of you-- --The other guys take care of me too-- he moved his hand away from himself --Yes, but I'm the one who does it most of the time-- Spider was silent thoughtfully and yawned, --I guess-- Norm shook his head with a smile, --Good night kiddo-- --Good night Norm--.

The next day Spider went out again to meet the Sully's near a river, even if (__) did not arrived yet he and the others started playing, Neytiri and Jake watching them, for a while they chased, they swooped down and the boy pulled their tail until being a little calmer the mud hit them right on their faces, with their mouths wide open they saw that the cause was her older sister --(__)!-- the children shouted while she laughed, they took off the mud and began to grab more.

When she saw this her tail tightened and ran away as quickly as possible --don't run coward!-- Lo’ak shouted --try to catch me fools!-- and as the challenge that was all came out shot in her direction – children!-- They barely heard how Jake called them, but they continued as they knew she would not return until it was safe and accelerated the pace further, just as if they were for the prey that runs away from the hunter. They all took different routes, Spider running on the ground just like Kiri, while Lo’ak and Neteyam took their route on the tree branches.

The further they advanced Spider recognized the way as he and Lo’ak sometimes passed by and had even made a shorter path, so he took it for the sake of everyone’s revenge.

After running a little more he managed to see the figure of (__) that now ran less, so as not to frighten her or to make her notice his presence he slowed down until he only gave step by step with caution when she had stopped completely, examining her surroundings for any alert that her siblings were nearby, she took a long time to notice Spider as lightning came out at her, when she did it was already falling and being muddy --Spider!-- (__) she shouted before removing the child next to her and the mud, when she stood up she asked --Do you think it's funny?-- --It is--Spider smiled and she gave him a bitter one, before he could walk a few beads and ties fell to the ground, as if she had never been blue (__) she felt the blood leaving her body --what is that?-- --Nothing-- she wanted to pick them up but Spider had already done it with some --this is for a songcord-- without being able to lie (__) exhaled and sat on the wet ground nearby,he did the same, she extended her hands to him and spoke --it's yours-- Spider remained silent for a while --mine?-- She nodded --I thought maybe you could make your own cord, I wanted it to be a surprise-- -- but I am not a na'vi -- she immediately answer -- you are, You are na'vi as much as me or my mother and every na'vi has their songcord-- she tilt her head to him grab the beads and the ties in her big hands and so he did --If you want I can help you--without giving answer Spider stood and hugged with all his streght to (__) who received it --Thank you.--

The sound of creaking branches and moving plants reached the ears of both who with just a glance and a smile grabbed mud and ran out to the cause of the noise.

Days later Norm analyzed samples when Spider passed at great speed but he noticed something hanging from the boy's waist, a musical string.

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The flora illuminated the night landscape in different colors, occasionally reacting to the outside activity of the still awake animals. In a hammock several meters from the ground one family rested peacefully, huddled on top of the other.

However one of the dreams was interrupted, Jake felt how some hands grabbed his arm and in periods squeezed or shook it but the state in which he was not paying much attention to this until he heard whispers calling him. He slowly opened his eyes until he got used to the darkness, highlighting the figure of his older daughter who was closer than he expected. Clearing his throat he spoke in a low voice so as not to disturb anyone else -- What happened my child?-- regulating her tone to her father's and without letting go -- I had a nightmare--

--Oh really?-- (__) nodded – And what was it about?-- -– We were in the mountains and mom and you were flying but I didn’t, so I wanted to fly and I tried to get on an ikran but none wanted and then – her tail swung in times – you left and I wanted to fly alone so you wouldn’t left me-- Still sleepy he listened to the story of his daughter that seemed to have really affected him since also the grip of his hands on his arm increased and decreased as it did.

-But I didn't fly-Focusing as much as possible on her even that it would not make much difference, he placed one of his hands on the girl's head to move her until he caressed her cheek. --And why did we leave without you?-- (__) moved her eyes until they reached their limit when thinking about it for a while --I don't know, but I didn't like it, you wouldn't leave me, right?-- Without taking away any of his hands that touched them both, surely Jake spoke --of course not, we would never leave without you--.

--Pinkie promise?-- Jake laughed a little but hooked his little finger to hers who was already waiting for him --I promise, now go back to sleep-- she pulled her hands off his arm, lay down and closed her eyes, Jake following took a deep breath settling down to sleep, He concentrated on reconciling this --Dad-- without moving and to let (__) know that he was listening to her although she looked at him he made a kind of murmur --MH?--.

--I would not leave without you either-- Sometimes the words, the innocence and spontaneity with which she said them made Jake form a big smile and in other desire to laugh, In this case even something tender --seriously?-- --Yes-- he gently scratched his temple --that's good, your mother and I will not let you go anywhere until you are your grandmother's age-- (__) covered her mouth to suppress the sound of her laughter that tried to come out even more when Jake leaned one of his arms against his figure --But now back to sleep--.

The sounds of the atmosphere returned to their place in the hammock for a few seconds --Dad?-- (__) put one of her hands back on his arm with a small squeeze waiting for some answer, this being another murmur --I love you-- --I love you more (__)-- He closed his eyes and losing the grip of his hand sleep and stillness came.

With the security that his father gave him little by little, she embraced the rest that her body asked him without thinking about anything else.

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Her body was now embraced with houndred of tendrils, dissapearing in front of the eyes of her loved ones, everything felt unreal for them. Because it was unreal. For years they fought to be happy but ir seems they were never meant to be.

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Hello can I plz request Inazuma boys (if you can) react (separately) to their s/o wearing this outfit? Spicy reaction plz! It's ok if no tho! :)

Inazuma boys x ¡ FEM reader !

Synopsis: On a sultry day in the middle of summer, you decided to dress in opaque clothes that left a lot of skin to the eye, presenting yourself to your boyfriend as if you were not leaving the house naked (in their eyes, ofc).

Characters: Itto, Kazuha, Thoma, Scaramouche, Gorou, Ayato, Heizou

Note: I didn’t really know how to play this choice of clothes, but I tried in every way to stay in the personality of the characters, forgive me if you won’t read exactly what you wanted. I don’t know, some have inspired me more than others. I remember that they are not native English speakers, so forgive my mistakes and feel free to correct me. Also the requests are open to all, maybe it takes a while to answer but I do it without problems!

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Itto:

The hot summer day was slowly killing your energetic boyfriend, finding him lying on the floor with his faithful pet Ushi, as he waves energetically with one of your fans, complaining through some of them about the heat that made him sweat.

< Honey, would you like to go to the beach? I know that you suffer the heat and I’m sorry to make you stay at home agonizing > You said bending down to him, to better look at his agonizing face and his eyes closed.

You had to take a few steps back because of the guy who had jumped up from happiness, mentally preparing for long swims in cold water.

< Love! you don't know how much I love you- > His smile froze once seen with what clothes you were going to leave the house. His heart accelerated rapidly as he pumped blood throughout his still-euphoric body. < Is the temperature that’s so hot or is it you? > he growled gently before approaching you, taking you from the hips and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

You blushed as you kissed the boy back, feeling his hands wandering over your body, touching him with extreme delicacy and devotion.

< How stupid are you! Do you like it? is great for very hot seasons > You said laughing as you wrapped your arms around her neck, putting yourself on tiptoe because of the height difference.

< Oh, you’re the "very hot season" now. I mean… > he coughed and cleared his voice < honey… you’re so… wonderful. > He said looking you in the eye, holding you close to him. Her hands ended up on your ass and she picked you up and headed for the room. < But. I can’t let you just walk out. You created a big problem in my pants and now the heat is not the only thing that makes me agonize. > He ended by lying on the bed, then tying his hair in a tail and looking at your body practically exposed to him. < God, I’d eat you for hours. >

You blushed as the boy only stayed with the leather body harness and choker, perfectly displaying his red tattoos, before getting on the bed and taking off your clothes.

Glad to see you didn’t wear a bra and take off your panties with his teeth. < We’re going to the beach tomorrow. We've better things to do. > He would say giving you a smile before disappearing between your legs.

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Kazuha :

You could say you loved living on a pirate ship, traveling all the time, discovering new things and always being in good company, but above all you loved having your boyfriend on the crew.

You found your boyfriend sitting in front of his desk, writing something while humming something low, wearing a light crumpled kimono that leaving his collarbones and shoulder bare.

You approached him carefully, placing your arms on his shoulders and leaving a kiss on his neck, peering at what he was writing.

< Love, what do you write? > You moaned against her soft skin.

< Nothing important. Where have you been all morning? I looked for you but no one saw you, I was worried. > He said to then turn to you, closing the notebook he was writing on, and then swallowing to see the top you were wearing.

< Oh, Captain Beidou kidnapped me for the morning. She said she had clothes to withstand the heat of inazuma, as my usual clothes are " a bit heavy and covering". Do you… do you like me? am I okay? > You asked away from him to take a ride on yourself to see the boy.

Kazuha’s eyes followed your entire body, biting his lip and then getting up and grabbing your hand for a twirl.

< You are a blessing to the eyes. Whatever you wear can only feel good > He said gently, and then kiss the palm of your hand. You smiled and then looked at the boy’s bare chest and shoulder, blushing because of some sinful thoughts that were going through your mind.

Kazuha noticed it and stroked your cheek with slightly reddened knuckles.

< I’m thinking the same things about you, princess. > He said to then drop his hand on your neck, then on your breasts and end up on the crotch of your shorts. He sighed before making you back to the bed and take off his kimono completely, immediately going to touch your breasts and squeeze a nipple already hard. < Maybe, today the captain will do without our presence. > he said smiling and then start biting and sucking your neck.

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Thoma :

He wouldn’t even give you time to leave the room to be seen with the new dress, as he would rush into the bedroom to watch you try on the outfit, excited to see you with new and "strange" clothes.

He swallowed seeing your thighs exposed like that, feeling already tight in his pants and cursing himself for not having enough self-control to collapse like this, unfortunately you were his weakest point and some points, like your thighs, they drove him crazy.

< Love, are you all red in your face… are you.. are you all right? > You asked approaching him worried, while you laid a hand on his burning cheeks.

< No, I’m not okay. You’re so hot you made me hard in seconds. I would like to be more cavalier not to say certain things directly but… dressed so, my head does nothing but think about how satisfying it would be to fuck you right now > he said everything in a frustrated tone.

You sat on his lap, raising his face and grinning maliciously.

< And that’s exactly what I wanted > You answered and then kissed him and made him smile as he put his hands under your top behind your back, raising it slowly.

< You really like to tease me > he said by biting his lip, then passing a finger on your column, making you pant slightly, seizing the moment to overturn the positions and put yourself under him. < Then you’ll get what you want. >

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Scaramouche :

The boy looked at you with a bored face, rolling his eyes as you wandered around the house looking for various things to go out. He stood silently against the wall, his arms crossed against his chest and clearly crushed. Even though he wasn’t showing it, seeing you dressed like that had the blood pumping towards his cock, making it hard.

< You’re really a stupid brat. How long do you take to prepare? > He said grumbling loudly, bringing his eyes to the ceiling, clearly shattered by the time you were wasting him.

< I can’t find my fan. It was the only one I had. I’ll die under the sun of inazuma without that! > You said almost whining, looking for him everywhere and hoping that your boyfriend had a little more patience.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche was thinking about how naive you were not to have yet realized that he had your fan and this to keep you from leaving the house dressed like this. He would never admit he was jealous, so he preferred to play dirty with you.

The boy walked up to you and took you like a sack of potatoes, taking you to the bedroom with a puff. < I’ve had enough. we stay home. > He said to then get between your legs and hold your body with one hand, making you blush. < Plus, dressed like that, you made my dick hard, so you gotta fix it, baby girl. > He concluded by smirking maliciously as he took off your black shorts, sticking two fingers inside you, making you grab behind him and pant. < You’re so naive you didn’t realize right away that I had the fucking fan. Don’t worry baby, you won’t need it for a long time >

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Gorou :

You knew your boyfriend couldn’t stand the summer heat, having dog blood in his veins he also shared this unpleasant trait with them, not to mention the fact that he went into heat at that time; which made him frustrated and stressed.

You watched your boyfriend as he stood on the ground in front of the fan, with some wet rags that were attached to his body to cool him down and lower the temperature on his body. < Baby, would you bring me some water with ice? I feel I’m going to die… > He said exasperated, placing a new cold patch on his forehead. Sweat continued to sweat down his bare chest, while his trousers were slightly lowered under his hips.

You nodded and quickly brought water to your boyfriend, it made you sad to see him in those conditions, you were used to his strong and determined personality.

< Can I do something else for you? maybe a swim on the beach could help… don’t you think? > You said looking at him gently, as you removed a warm patch from his belly, touching his burning skin.

The boy opened his eyes to answer you and remained speechless to see you dressed like that, beginning to wag his tail flapping on the wooden floor, embarrassing himself at once for his tail that could not hide his excitement.

< Oh, fuck, kitten… I’m fighting so hard against my heat and you come dressed like that… You don't help this way > He said passing a hand three white strands of his hair, slightly moist because of sweat and wet rag.

He stood up promptly to go towards you and take you to the bed, beginning to kiss your neck with fury, leaving various hickeys and bites. < Forgive me for being more rude than usual, but I need you out of those clothes… > he whisped on your neck.

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Ayato :

Ayato was definitely the type of boyfriend who even during the hot summer days, preferred to dress with a certain decorum. Being the heir of the Kamisato family, appearances mattered and showing themselves in public in inappropriate clothing would have created ill news about him. In fact, when he saw you leaving the room you used as a wardrobe dressed in shorts and tops he froze you with his eyes, you knew very well how much clothing mattered to him and seeing you so "naked" to go out, he had destabilized.

You immediately heard the servants' looks at you and some of the maids mumbling something, while in the distance you could see the amused look of Ayaka and the distraught one of Thoma taking tea with miss Kamisato.

Your look was later kidnapped by Ayato’s, intense and angry, his hand squeezed the bubble tea as if to relieve the anger he had accumulated in those few seconds, trying to disguise everything with a smile as he headed towards you. He pushed you into the room and closed the door behind him, towering over your person, placed the drink on a shelf and then took your face from your chin.

< Baby, I don’t understand. I thought I told you to get dressed to go out, not be a slut in the bedroom with me. > He said by making you back up to the wall, slamming your palm against the hard surface, gritting his teeth. < Now everyone will be talking about you in indecent clothing. The future Mrs Kamisato who shows up inadequately dressed outside her rooms. Not to mention the men who saw what belongs to me. > he continued, his free hand ripping your top off, leaving your breasts uncovered.

You had to admit, you wanted to tease him slightly dressed like that, on the advice of his sister, but you wouldn’t have expected this.

< This is all mine. I can’t let others admire it. > He said and then stooped over you and kissed your breasts. < You already know where I want to end up with you. You embarrassed me by showing you dressed like that. Now I’ll make sure you scream until the whole building hears your voice and understands what we’re doing. Didn’t you want this? > he said smirking maliciously.

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Heizou :

The dark red-haired had already noticed those garments in your closet a few days before, but he had not listened to that littleness, thinking that they were simply clothes to stay at home and face the heat. Being a detective, he was often in a position to have no time to focus on small things in his house and let it go, attaching plausible and simple reasons to such events.

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After a busy morning because of work, he was particularly surprised to find you bent over a piece of furniture while you were dusting it, especially for the shorts that left your b side in plain sight. You had just returned from a morning commission and had decided not to change to clean the house, waiting for your boyfriend towards the late afternoon.

You gasped to feel a familiar touch on your hips, followed by some kisses on your shoulder and neck. < Mh, there is nothing more divine than to enter the house and see you bent to ninety and dressed like this > said the boy and then let you stand, red on your face.

< W-why are you home so early? > you asked and then turned to him, hiding your face on his chest, slightly embarrassed by the position in which he found you.

< I finished early. But I haven’t finished work yet after this, who knows what you’re hiding under your clothes. I wouldn’t be a good detective if I didn’t investigate thoroughly. I wonder what color panties I’m going to rip off today. > he said taking you in his arms, leaving a small spanking on your ass, walking towards the bedroom. < You don’t wear a bra, I can feel it. What a naughty girl, I’ll have to cuff you for that. >

[purrplegyuu]

Cold | Choi Beomgyu

Index

Chapter five

Warnings: beomgyu's not soft anymore, explicit content, not finished smut, reader crying while having sex.

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist: @arianap23e, @haatohwa

Hii! I've been really busy this week, that's why I uploaded the chapter one day after I should. So sorry.

However, you know I'm not a native speaker, so make sure you let me know about any mistake I make. Thank you so much for supporting me. If you want to be added to the tag list, make sure you let me know.

When I received a message from Beomgyu ten minutes ago asking me to go to his room as soon as possible, I was hoping nothing but to see him being soft again. I was at Jiwoo’s house when that happened. 

I told her I needed to go—even if she said she missed me at school on Monday, even if I was helping her with one of the maths topics she asked for because she knows I saw that topic last year, even if she asked me not to leave; I left, walking home with a weird excitement I only have when I want something good to happen but I deeply know something wrong will happen.

Beomgyu looks at me darkly when I finally get home. He’s silent one more time, but I don’t feel this softness from yesterday. I walk towards him, although I’m never the one getting close to him. “You took so long,” He hisses. “I’m sorry, I was at-” He interrupts me. “Take off your clothes” I look at him, suddenly trembling while my heart aches like a knife has just sunk into it. I hardly swallow as a knot appears in my throat. “I’ll be waiting in my room” He goes upstairs, leaving me all alone and making me feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. I go to my room first, taking my clothes off and letting them in my bed, turning around to see myself in the full body mirror of my room. Why do I feel so bad if I love him that much? Maybe because I don’t want him to fuck me once again—because I don’t want to know that I’m nothing but a whore. His whore. Then, why am I walking towards his room? Why don’t I run away as fast as I can? Do I even need to?... He’s never forced me to do anything… I have always been the one forcing myself. Because I love him. I wonder if this strength I have been trying to forge in order to show myself I have at least a bit of self-love has faded because of those short moments of softness I passed by his side. When I stand right in front of him, quiet and trembling… I understand that I’m under his power once again. He looks at me from his chair. His eyes move from my neck, my small breasts, my arms, my belly button, my thin legs, and my hips. I almost believe he loves me. That’s the moment he tells me to walk towards him. I don’t even mind closing the door as I already know our parents aren’t home and aren’t going to be home until it’s late and until we’re over. He looks at me, lifting his face since he is still sitting on his chair. His hands land on my hips, right before he pulls me a little bit closer just to leave a kiss on my lower abdomen. A chill runs down my back. He takes my hand with his right hand while the other one holds my hip, guiding me towards his lap. Each leg on each side of his body. He hugs my waist now, and I find support on the back of the chair. His lips meet my cheek. Then, he kisses my neck a few times, some more kisses on my clavicles and shoulder, and all I can think about is if he’s going to kiss me—because it is strangely what we do the least. His black skinny jeans meet my slit, making me moan highly because of the scratchy fabric against my sensitive skin and also because of the sudden contact. He looks down as his hands make me move above him, back and forward, not giving me time to get used to it. I feel my cunt drooling above him, wetting his jeans until there’s a dark patch on his jeans. He unbuttons his jeans, lowering along with his boxers just a little bit, until his dick’s standing against my tummy, rock hard and drooling pre-cum. He takes my hips, angling my body until his cock meets my slit. He moves my hips up and down, rubbing his cock against my slit—from my clitoris to my entrance, once and another time. On and on, until I’m breathless, a knot forming on my lower abdomen. But I still cannot hear him moaning, sighing, or even breathing. When I open my eyes, I find him looking at me. The tip of his pretty nose all red. I look up at the rest of his face—his shiny eyes and the top of his cheeks red like he had just cried or was about to before I came. And I don’t really know why but something inside me cannot do anything but blame his mother. Because, suddenly, she became the culprit of any bad thing that could ever happen to him.

Without even thinking about it, my hands pull away his hands, and then, they go to his face, caressing the soft skin of his pink cheeks. He looks at me confused, frowning at my unusual behavior.

“What’re you doing?” His voice sounds way softer than minutes before.

“Is it your mother?” I ask, but not actually waiting for a response. He looks at me surprised, and after a blink, I look at his eyes growing red and shiny. Then, I pass my hands over his shoulders, hugging his neck tightly, feeling him sighing. After some seconds of being this way, I can even say he’s crying.

However, I suddenly feel his hands taking mine tightly. I look at him confused—not even a tear on any part of his face. He forces me to stand up, doing the same himself, making me wonder if I crossed the line. He pushes me to the bed strongly, making me bounce because of the force he used. And when he positions himself right above me, everything I see in his face is hate.

Hate. The same hate I’ve ever seen on him. When he talked to me the first time we met at our parent’s wedding; every time we met each other at school; when our parents forced us to eat dinner together as a family;… when he entered my room at midnight and stole my virginity without even faking love.

The night right before that, I was sure that you couldn’t have sex for the first time without even kissing someone before. How dumb.

And every single time after that. The same hate, the same rage, the same resentment—just like I did something to him before.

But everything I do is loving him until I’m loving him more than myself.

I wonder once again if that’s what I want for my life—that unjustified hatred; the fear of what’s going to be his following action; his coldness; being always quiet, even if it hurts agonizingly when he pounds on my vagina the way he does, hitting my cervix once and again without even prepping me well.

Is that what I want for the rest of my life?...

Yes.

My tears roll easily all over my face, falling to his bed as his dick hits my cervix nonstop, but despite the great pleasure I feel, it doesn’t feel very good. I’m overwhelmed by a large amount of destructive thoughts I thought for a minute I would never have again because ‘Beomgyu is acting differently’. But he’s not anymore.

I close my eyes strongly, trying to deal with it, until I’m audibly sobbing beneath him. I try to cover my face with my arm, but he takes both of my hands, using his strength to force them above my head tightly.

I cried many times from pleasure, but right now… It just doesn't feel great.

“Stop,” I say. It’s always been hard for me to talk when I’m crying. But he doesn’t stop. “Stop!” I'm yelling. “Beomgyu, stop! Stop, I don’t want to anymore!” He lets my hands go as fast as he can and takes his dick out of me.

I cover my face with my hands trying to calm myself, until I find out I can’t because I need to cry everything away.

“Jeongseo” I hear his voice, and then, his hand touches my arm, making me jump from fear. I look at him, looking like he’s feeling guilty and scared at the same time. But what can I do? I already trusted him many times before, and every time I’m back on his bed, I understand once again that he will never change.

But that doesn’t really matter because after I ran away to my bedroom, I realize this is not the first time it happens. I’m trapped in this never-ending cycle, not actually wishing for it to break because everything I can think about is all the good moments, the nice feelings, him.

[blondelover2772]

The Book

CHAPTER 1

Larissa Weems x (adult) Wednesday Addams

WARNINGS: angst, drama, romance, comfort, fluff, Christmas, age difference, adult Wednesday, lonely Larissa, sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, sexual inexperience, love, cat and happy ending :)

WORD COUNT: 20,000+

about conscience, about forgiveness and about love

First of all, I’m not a native English speaker so excuse me for all my mistakes.

Secondly, this story has three chapters, which are already written. I’m just struggling with translation right now :)

And finally, Wednesday is adult enough to have a relationship with another woman.

Enjoy.

The permanent principal of Nevermore Academy Larissa Weems drummed her fingers boringly on a mug with already cold hot chocolate, watching raindrops quickly flow down the huge windows of the Weathervane café, obscuring the cozy streets of Christmas Jericho with their bizarre patterns. After another glance at her wristwatch, the woman was about to leave, when suddenly the ringing of Chinese bells, hanging on the front door, announced a new visitor. The blonde didn't even have to turn around to find out who it was. Only she could have dared to come to the Weathervane when nature, deciding to give people a pre-holiday surprise, brought down a real downpour on the city.

“I'm sorry I'm late.” The familiar voice of Wednesday Addams was heard behind the woman.

Finally, turning around, Larissa discovered the girl, soaked from head to toe in the December rain, was quickly squeezing the remnants of water from her long hair.

On closer inspection, Wednesday turned out to be unexpectedly much older and matured. Instead of the two usual braids and bangs, the girl's face was framed by a shock of wavy wet hair of the same pitch-black color, her lips, neatly emphasized with scarlet lipstick, looked even plumper, and the figure, hidden under a tight dark turtleneck and matching jeans, now looked like the figure of a real young woman. The two years since their last meeting had clearly benefited Wednesday.

“Miss Addams,” Larissa nodded her head politely. “I was already beginning to think that your letter was someone's stupid joke.”

The woman watched Wednesday closely, waiting for some sarcastic remark. Surprisingly, there was no remark. Instead, the girl was diligently wiping raindrops from a large black bag with paper napkins, as if it contained something so fragile that it could disappear from simple contact with water. Finally satisfied with the result, Wednesday looked into Larissa's eyes for the first time that evening.

It was not the look that the woman remembered in Marilyn Thornhill's greenhouse, where they saw each other for the last time. Then the frightened eyes, frozen in genuine shock and horror, seemed to beg for help. Now, there was a subtle softness mixed with atypical shyness in the girl's black eyes.

“I did it.” Wednesday said without preliminaries and not taking her gaze off Larissa.

“Of course, I understand that brevity is the sister of talent, but could you be more specific, Miss Addams?”

Taking a deep breath, the girl took the menu, lying on the table, and began to study it intently, either from a desire to really order something, or in an attempt to take a break.

“It has been two years since I’m not in Nevermore and you are no longer my principal. I see no reason not to call me just Wednesday,” throwing the menu aside, the girl looked at Larissa again and added uncertainly, “I think it's fair for me when I talk to you.”

Larissa grinned softly. Still, some things never change.

“Well, just Wednesday, I guess discussing such formalities was not the purpose of our sudden meeting. The letter said there is something so important that it couldn't even be discussed over the phone.”

“Although I have a phone, not by my own will of course, it is much more pleasant to invite another person on a date by a letter.” Leaning her chin on her hand, Wednesday looked attentively at the woman.

“A date?” Larissa couldn't hide her surprise at the girl's words.

“A meeting of two people, if you like,” Wednesday looked down at the menu again, “but before we continue discussing semantic subtleties, I need to drink a hot espresso. For all my love for water and cold tortures, I wasn't ready for these today.” The girl waved her hand at a bored waiter at the bar.

And only now did the woman realize that in her rain-soaked clothes, Wednesday was probably chilled to the bone.

The barista guy came up, kindly took the order for a quadruple espresso, and went to the coffee machine at the bar.

Larissa noted that apart from her and Wednesday, there was not a soul in the whole Weathervane. The subdued light from the Christmas garlands, hanging on the windows, gave an incredible comfort, and the jazz music, playing from the speakers, created a truly romantic atmosphere. Really, it looks like a date. Larissa immediately pushed the thought planted by the girl out of her head. What kind of a date can we talk about with Morticia's daughter? On top of everything else with a former student. Even with the smartest, most daring, brave and, as it turned out now, very sexy, but still the former student.

From a string of not very decent thoughts, the woman was distracted by the friendly voice of the waiter with a cup of fragrant drink for the frozen girl.

“Would you like some more hot chocolate, miss?”

“No, thanks.” Larissa rewarded the barista guy with a polite smile and turned her astonished gaze to Wednesday. The girl greedily gulped down the strong espresso, as if it was not a ninety-degree drink, but simple water at room temperature. Setting the nearly empty cup aside, Wednesday sighed with relief.

“As I said, I did it.” With these words, the girl reached for her bag. A few seconds later, a thick pile of yellowish sheets appeared on the table, fastened with a black scorpion clip. “At the moment, I'm eighteen years old, two months, three days,” Wednesday glanced at the clock hanging in the Weathervane, “and twenty one hours. I broke the record of Mary Shelley, who wrote Frankenstein at the age of nineteen.” A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's face.

Larissa looked curiously at the first sheet, on which a single word was printed in small typewritten letters — the book.

“What an original title for the first book. It's definitely going to succeed.” The woman said with a hint of sarcasm.

A look of resentment appeared on Wednesday's pale face, quickly replaced by self-confidence.

“This is an ideal title for intellectually developed individuals whose inquisitive mind is not afraid of the unknown. Only the superficial ignoramuses need to chew the essence of the book immediately from the cover.”

“Your words, but in the ears of the classics.” Larissa retorted with an ironic smile. How she missed sparring verbally with Wednesday.

Finishing the remaining espresso in one gulp, the girl slowly pushed the manuscript closer to Larissa, caused slightly confusion in the woman.

“May I ask why did you brought this to me?”

“Before I send the manuscript to the publisher, you must read it.” The girl said in a commanding tone, without taking her black eyes off Larissa.

“Do you really think that the principal of Nevermore Academy has nothing better to do than read the manuscripts of former students?” Larissa tried to hide her growing interest behind her pretended indifference.

“Do you have anything to do? All the Nevermore students went home for the holidays to pay tribute to the silly Christmas tradition. There is no one left in the academy, except for a couple of workaholics like you,” the girl bit her lip thoughtfully, “as for your personal life, as far as I know, you do not have and have not had a woman for a long time, whom you would prefer to fascinating reading of my manuscript,” Wednesday looked intently at Larissa and she added quietly, “your presence at the café on Saturday evening with a former student only confirms this.”

Larissa's cheeks flushed. Fortunately, behind the thick layer of foundation, it was hard to notice Wednesday.

This brazen girl, having not seen a woman for two years, somehow inexplicably managed to sum up her whole boring life to date in a few sentences. The question, which should have slightly pricked the girl, turned against Larissa herself. And if you don't need a lot of intelligence to understand the obvious state of affairs at the academy, then how could Wednesday find out juicy details about a woman's sexual preferences? Had Morticia told her everything? The mere thought made the woman unbearably painful. Morticia was the first to whom Larissa once opened up, and she mercilessly trampled on her love and ran away to Gomez Addams. No, Wednesday can't know that. Wednesday shouldn't be discussing her failed love life with such equanimity at all.

But unfortunately, Wednesday can do anything and Wednesday doesn't owe anyone anything. She has proven this more than once during her studies at Nevermore.

Now, with her straightforwardness and outright tactlessness, the girl has crossed all imaginable and unimaginable boundaries. And if a minute ago Larissa was seriously thinking of acting as a literary critic of Wednesday's debut book, now this is out of the question.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me? Can I go now?” The woman said coldly, getting up from the table and not wanting to continue listening to the humiliating monologue of a young self-taught psychologist.

“No,” grabbing the manuscript, the girl immediately jumped up after her, “even if it contradicts my principles, my phone number is written on the back of the first sheet.” Wednesday handed her book to the woman, as if she sincerely expected her to take it.

Once again, Larissa was surprised by the amazing audacity and self-confidence of the girl. Does Wednesday really think that after saying that she will take the manuscript and then call to give a detailed review?

After taking one last look at the soaked girl with the damn book, Larissa headed for the exit with only one desire — to forget about tonight and about Wednesday.

Torrential rain with sharp gusts of wind greeted the woman warmly on the street. Taking a blue umbrella out of her bag, Larissa regretted that she had agreed to this meeting with Wednesday. But deep-seated guilt and nasty pricks of conscience simply left her no other choice. In her letter, the girl insisted on a personal meeting, the importance of which could change their lives forever.

Taking a deep breath, Larissa opened her umbrella and prepared to meet the nature, as at the same moment the instigator of the ill-fated “date” appeared from the doors of the Weathervane. She slung her bag over her shoulder and looked at the woman helplessly, if such a word can be applied to Wednesday at all.

Larissa Weems has always been famous for her fairness and toughness. But no one would dare to call her cruel. As much as she was offended by Wednesday's words, leaving the girl on the street in such weather is too inhumane.

“Judging by your clothes, you don't have a car or an umbrella. I can give you a ride and then our paths will part.” The woman said dryly.

Assessing the hopelessness of the situation, Wednesday silently climbed under the large umbrella, as far away from the woman as possible. Larissa clearly felt that the girl was uncomfortable, either from a sudden awakening of guilt for what she had said to her, or for some other reason, known only to Addams.

It seemed to rain even harder, and the thunder, alternating with bright lightning, grew louder by the second.

Gracefully avoiding puddles of liquid mud and finally coming up with a parked car, Larissa opened the passenger door for Wednesday, who climbed inside without further ado.

Once again thinking about how just one letter from an obnoxious girl changed her perfectly planned Saturday night with old movies and a bottle of red wine into a painful reflection on her unenviable life, the woman got behind the wheel.

“I'm staying in an apartment near yours,” the girl began, watching the wipers vigorously struggle with the water on the windshield, “considering that the purpose of my arrival in Jericho was to meet you, this is the most convenient option.”

Not wanting to comment on the practicality of Wednesday, the woman abruptly pressed the gas pedal, and the car roared off.

In the silence that followed, Larissa's thoughts, however, were not silent at all, being replaced by logical questions and unpleasant memories. What was this meeting really so necessary for? Is it really all about Wednesday's simple desire to amuse her ego? And why should Larissa read the manuscript before sending it to the editorial office? None of this made sense. After all, one terrible autumn day, their paths parted forever. Replaying the events leading up to their last meeting in her head, Larissa could not help but feel a disgusting sense of guilt. She had to protect Wednesday from all the dangerous and terrible things that could await her within the walls of the academy. But, unfortunately, Larissa did not succeed. On the other hand, this is also the fault of the girl herself — Wednesday is so on her own mind that she would not listen to woman's instructions anyway. Therefore, succumbing to the persuasions of the girl, who confidently believes that she has finally figured out the true face of Hyde, Larissa, along with Wednesday, went to the Marilyn Thornhill‘s greenhouse. And she couldn't save herself, much less the girl. Being by her nature an invulnerable shapeshifter, the woman could not have imagined that Thornhill would decide to use belladonna — the world's most powerful poison, which is able to temporarily disable even such a poison-resistant organism as Larissa's. The woman woke up in the hospital the day after Wednesday's famous victory over the pilgrim Joseph Crackstone. Although Larissa did not see the hell that the girl had to experience, the woman heard stories one worse than the other. How did Wednesday manage to move on after all this nightmare and even write the book? The girl, despite her young age, was smarter than any adult, with whom Larissa had to communicate on a daily basis in Nevermore. It was thanks to this quality that the girl then became an unexpectedly close and dear person to Larissa. Now Wednesday, who has noticeably honed her sharp mind, has turned into a very beautiful young woman who needed a meeting with Larissa, who was unable to protect her once.

As she approached her street and slowed down a little, the woman looked at the hushed Wednesday and arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“Building 221b,” the girl answered the unspoken question and added, “apartment 27.”

Larissa quietly grinned, in a building with what number could a young Sherlock Holmes stay? And indeed not far from her own.

Deftly maneuvering between huge puddles and finally catching up with the cherished complex of apartment buildings, the woman turned off the car and examined still wet Wednesday.

“You can keep it for yourself.” Larissa handed the umbrella to the girl in another outburst of care, which, by the way, Wednesday did not deserve at all with her behavior today.

“Thank you. “ With sincere gratitude in her eyes, the girl reached for the umbrella, and their fingers touched slightly. Suddenly Wednesday froze. This is how, according to Larissa's memories, the girl always began to have visions.

“Wednesday, is everything okay?” The woman asked anxiously, looking at the girl's changed face.

“Yes.” Snatching the umbrella from Larissa's hands, the girl opened the door and quickly jumped out of the car, not even bothering to say goodbye.

Before she could fully understand what was happening, the woman only saw the front door closing behind Addams.

A sudden flash of lightning, like a powerful searchlight, illuminated the car, and Larissa noticed the manuscript lying on the passenger seat. That's an impudent girl! Nevertheless, she managed to give her book to the woman. Of course, she won't read it, but it can't lie in the car, can it? After a little hesitation, Larissa still put the work of the young writer in her bag and, taking a deep breath with the thoughts that there would be enough adventures for today, the woman went home.

Taking off her shoes and coat, Larissa went straight to the shower to literally and figuratively wash off the remnants of the past day. The hot water made the woman think again about the frozen Wednesday, whom, despite her disgusting behavior, she wanted to warm up. Closing her eyes, Larissa imagined how she hugged a fragile figure, seductively emphasized by wet clothes, pressed closer to her, stroked her wet hair. Every curve of the young sexy body seemed to beg to be caressed. A sudden wave of arousal swept through the woman's heated body, which made her feel both pleasant and sad at the same time. As Wednesday said in her humiliatingly accusatory monologue, Larissa really hadn't had a woman for a long time making her heart beat pleasantly and her mind distract from the affairs of the academy. The only living thing that faithfully waited for Larissa from Nevermore every day was Donut. A black cat with a white breast in the form of a tie followed the woman immediately after being discharged from the hospital. Such a stereotypical life of a single woman over forty, whose entire thoughts and time were occupied the academy. This, in principle, was quite acceptable to Larissa. But after today's meeting with Addams Junior, who so openly threw the truth in her face, the woman realized that her life was not so rainbow. And to be honest, it's not rainbow at all. In frustration, Larissa opened cold water to cool her body from unexpected arousal, and her thoughts from introspection.

Wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, the woman got out of the shower and went to the living room. After pouring the food to the cat, which immediately began to devour it appetizingly, Larissa took out a bottle of red wine and went to the sofa next to the fireplace. The only thing the woman wanted right now was not to think about anything or anyone. Quickly disposing of the wine stopper, Larissa poured the ruby liquid into a glass and took the first sip. A pleasant warmth instantly spread through her body, slowly leaving behind the worries of the past day.

Suddenly, the woman's gaze caught on the bag lying on the chair, from which the sheets of Wednesday's manuscript were treacherously sticking out. Deciding that today couldn't get any worse, the woman took the ill-fated manuscript out of her bag and returned to the sofa, where her furry friend was already waiting for her. Putting Donut on her lap, Larissa turned over the first sheet of the manuscript, on which, as promised Wednesday, her number was neatly written in Gothic numerals. Who would have thought that such an opponent of modern technology would ever have a phone. Without hesitation, the woman reached for her iPhone. Of course, she will not call or write to the girl. But just in case, there should be her number. Larissa quickly wrote down the numbers on her phone. For some reason she didn't want to write the obvious name Wednesday at all.

“Donut, how do we call the obnoxious girl?” Larissa gently stroked the soft fur of the cat, remembering how once, when coming up with a name for him, she longed for her favorite donuts, which she is strictly forbidden to eat in order to preserve her perfect figure.

Turning the first sheet of the manuscript in her hands once more, Larissa finally signed the soulless numbers with a playful smile and put the phone aside.

Going to the fireplace, the woman threw several small logs into it and, striking a match, lit a fire. Watching the dancing flames, Larissa turned her gaze back to the manuscript. After taking another sip of wine, the woman took the girl's work and, opening the black scorpion clip, pulled out several sheets from the pile. Wednesday will never know about it anyway. The woman was possessed by a simple human interest. After all, the girl was right that the book with such a title could really intrigue.

After reading the first two pages of the manuscript, Larissa grinned. How did Wednesday, with such an unconventional mindset, decide to go such a banal way and turn herself into a “precocious and fearless detective girl”, and Nevermore into a “closed private university for gifted students”?

“How ordinary, don't you think?” The woman stroked the satisfied Donut behind the ear and took the next sheet.

Knowing firsthand about Wednesday's magnificent fantasy, Larissa nevertheless decided not to jump to conclusions from reading several sheets and continued to plunge further into the fictional world of the girl.

***

As soon as the heavy door had closed, Wednesday Addams exhaled either with relief or disappointment. The sky-blue umbrella, exactly matching Larissa's eyes, was the only bright object in the dark and gloomy corridor of the old building. When her heart slowed down its unusually frantic rhythm a little, the girl wearily wandered up the spiral staircase to the third floor. Carefully holding the umbrella like the most expensive jewel in the world, Wednesday took a curly key out of her bag and opened the front door.

A small apartment with a bunch of antique furniture and rare collectibles seemed to have stepped off the pages of vintage magazines. To the left of the narrow hallway was a living room with a kitchen and a tiny oak bar counter, on which was a worn porcelain vase with snow-white roses, carefully left as a welcome gesture. Which, in Wednesday's opinion, was not necessary at all, because the obvious passion of the owner of the apartment, in addition to collecting antiques, were flowers. They were everywhere: clay pots stood on window sills, wicker planters hung from the walls, and the largest exhibits filled the unfurnished space on the floor. Which meant that the main condition for the girl's stay in this botanical garden was taking care of green “pets”. And Wednesday, without hesitation, volunteered to act as a diligent florist, because the wall-to-wall library of books with disheveled spines and a nearby record player with a huge collection of retro recordings simply melted the girl's cold heart. The only modern item in this antique shop was a television, staring lifelessly with its black screen at a soft ivory sofa.

Opening Larissa's umbrella and carefully placing it on the parquet floor in the hallway, Wednesday took off her soaked shoes and headed to a second and last room — the bedroom.

The bedroom was also small: a single bed, an antique desk-secretary and a double wardrobe — everything that could fit in it. But all this tiny constraint simply ceased to exist against the background of the stunning view of the majestic trees, their green crowns smoothly disappearing into the distance and finally completely merging with the horizon.

Wednesday froze in front of the window, in which now only the black blurred silhouettes of something gloomy and unknown could be distinguished. This picture was as if copied from her soul, with the only exception that until now the girl had not allowed wet tears to gush out from overflowing feelings. Feelings. Those damn feelings again! The girl recalled with pleasant nostalgia what she was like before that fateful day when Joseph Crackstone almost killed her, and the principal Weems almost died at the hands of Marilyn Thornhill. Almost. Of all the shocks in such a short Wednesday's life, death of Larissa can rightfully be called the most terrible and traumatic event. Even the death of her faithful scorpion friend Nero could not be compared in terms of the strength of emotional experiences. How could she, with her excellent analytical thinking, calculating everything in advance, not have foreseen a possible catastrophe? How could she, a misanthrope by nature with an overwhelming sense of justice, put the only person in the damn academy, who deserved her respect, in potential danger? And the main question that torments Wednesday is how she, the most insensitive of the entire Addams family, managed to fall in love with Larissa Weems so much?

In another bout of painful reflection that has become an integral part of her life, Wednesday pulled off her wet turtleneck and jeans and headed for the bathroom. Squeezing vanilla shower gel into her hand, the girl began to slowly massage her frozen body, washing away the traces of the passing day. But it was impossible to wash her away from either thoughts or memory. Only she, coming in dreams, and now in visions, is able to awaken in Wednesday such emotions and feelings, the existence of which the girl did not even suspect. What happened in the car was just a climax that miraculously did not cause a heart attack. When their fingers touched, Wednesday's eyes instantly flashed to alabaster skin with snow-white curls flowing over her shoulders, red lips parted in a sweet moan, naked breasts, heaving with every touch of the girl. Turning into the very quintessence of love, Wednesday and Larissa got to know each other's bodies, getting incomparable pleasure.

Putting her head under the water in a futile attempt to erase such pleasant, and at the same time such unreal memories, the girl instead of the desired relief felt only increasing arousal. With a disappointed sigh, turning off the faucet, Wednesday got out of the shower and looked at herself carefully in the mirror. There was a real blush on her dead white cheeks now, and her usually brown eyes had turned into huge black holes. It seems that the sex hormones that have been dormant for so long have finally woken up without even bothering to ask permission from Wednesday.

It all started with a nasty feeling of guilt, which gradually turned into a real fear: just when the girl had already come to terms with the nasty thought that she would never see Larissa in this world again, excited Enid announced that Weems had been taken by ambulance to Jericho Hospital. Then, inside Wednesday, there was almost a hysterics, masterfully hidden behind an expressionless face. Having mastered her unusual feelings a little, the girl decided to go to Larissa in the hospital and ask her for forgiveness. But the fear that the woman would blame her for the death for the rest of her life turned out to be stronger than the desire to clear her conscience. As a result, Wednesday just cowardly ran away from Jericho, from Nevermore and, most importantly, from Larissa's life.

However, the seemingly life-saving strategy failed to the nines. The more she tried to forget that fateful night and the dying Weems, the more she thought about it. Wednesday's entire existence was reduced to running in a closed sadomasochistic circle, in which she, like a squirrel in a wheel, ran for the long-awaited liberation, and it mercilessly fled from her.

This went on for almost a year, during which the girl managed, in infrequent breaks from the pangs of conscience, to deal with other areas of life that really require her close attention.

Wednesday categorically did not want to go to another school, but the prospect of being left without basic education was not encouraging at all. Having convinced her parents, not without problems, that she would certainly graduate, but at home schooling, the girl sat down to books and textbooks, sometimes even distracting from painful memories of Larissa. And already at the age of seventeen, Wednesday passed all the final exams necessary for obtaining a high school diploma, causing the envy of her peers who had never seen her and who were forced to sit at a desk for another year.

Wednesday naturally did not succumb to the persuasions of her parents to get a higher education right after school and decided to devote the next year to finding what she really wants to do. The girl had three outlets in her life: music, mysteries and books.

Playing the cello was rather a pleasant hobby, allowing at least to abstract from the unbearable thoughts about Larissa in her head. After the events in Nevermore, the girl could only imagine herself as a real detective, investigating mysterious crimes, on the pages of her exciting stories. But writing has been Wednesday's strongest and abiding passion since she learned to hold a pen.

With her boundless imagination, she will definitely become the greatest writer. Therefore, before her admission to Harvard University, and the girl had no doubt about it, she had to write a book. And not just a book. But something so brilliant that it would excite anyone who dared to touch her masterpiece.

The plan for the coming months has been determined. Now there was nothing to stop Wednesday from finally starting to put it into practice. The girl did not take into account only one and the most important thing — she cannot write about what did not touch her heart, and she tried to forget what really touched her heart in all ways.

Being introverted to the core, Wednesday did not want to discuss her innermost thoughts and experiences with anyone. But simply unable to deal with her worries and doubts on her own, the girl finally decided to talk to the only suitable candidate — Enid. For some reason, she wasn't so afraid to open up to her. And so one July evening, against all her rules, the girl took the phone, Xavier had given her, and called from it for the first time. There were the expected squeaks and squeals on the other end of the line, but after calming down a little, Enid still listened in silence to everything that had accumulated in Wednesday's soul. Her friend's only advice was the most obvious one — to talk about everything with Weems. To the categorical denial that followed the advice, Enid offered to write a letter, to which the girl also refused. To some extent, talking to the rainbow werewolf helped at least by the fact that now not only Wednesday was the keeper of a heavy burden, but the long-awaited relief still did not come. Until one terrible and at the same time beautiful dream, when her subconscious apparently decided to take pity on the girl and radically turned Wednesday's view of the situation.

The girl always arrogantly laughed at her classmates in love and was cynical about any manifestation of raging teenage hormones. After all, she knew for sure that she would die alone, having experienced neither love, nor tenderness, nor affection. And she didn't regret it at all. Even Jericho's most prominent boys couldn't make her heart beat faster. The girl just accepted that she was not born for feelings, emotions and love. But one single dream made the girl reconsider her well-established ideas about herself. Once again, she found herself in Weems' office and wanted to apologize to her, but instead of an unpleasant conversation, Larissa took the girl's hand with an encouraging smile on her face. At that moment, Wednesday's heart began to beat at the speed of light, and her stomach began to twist pleasantly. That's probably how people feel when they talk about butterflies. The warmth that spread through my body instantly calmed her thoughts, destroyed her fears and defeated her anxiety. She didn't want to do anything, but just hold Larissa's hand and look into her bottomless blue eyes. Clearly feeling that the limit of her emotions did not end there, the girl tore herself away from the woman's hand and touched her red lips with her fingers, and at that moment Wednesday realized what arousal was. Real sexual arousal.

When she woke up, she just couldn't believe that she could really feel this. But a surprising relief finally appeared in Wednesday's soul. As if now she understood the real reason why Larissa constantly owns her thoughts. These are exactly the experiences that classics wrote so beautifully about in their novels, and classmates discussed so vulgarly in class. The fact that the first time the girl had experienced such feelings for a woman twice her age and the former principal did not bother her at all. Wednesday was only bothered by the very presence of these feelings. Is a cold heart really not that cold? While the girl digested the sudden discovery, dreams with Larissa became more and more explicit and intimate: sometimes they are in Weems’ office and chatting sweetly about some nonsense in chairs in front of the fireplace, then the blonde gently strokes her hair, telling the girl how special she is, then Wednesday, sitting on Larissa's lap, whispers vanilla, for God’s sake, words, hot breath blowing over alabaster skin. The kiss that followed all this obscurantism just knocked the girl out of her rut. Her only real kiss with Tyler was nothing compared to it. With him, Wednesday kissed the wall. Cold and rough. The kiss with Larissa made the girl experience the whole range of unusual, but terribly pleasant emotions in seconds: from incredible tenderness to animal arousal. And now Wednesday finally began to understand her parents, who kissed each other nonstop for days on end. After all, she also wanted to kiss Larissa all day long.

After another such dream, Wednesday clearly understood two things: besides hatred in all living things, she has other feelings, and she was in love with Larissa Weems.

This realization only complicated the girl's already difficult life. Work on the book has never started, because all Wednesday could think about now was the beautiful Larissa with her seductive red lips and insanely delicate alabaster skin. So soft and warm. The very thought caused cognitive dissonance in the girl. How could she, who loves cold so passionately, want human warmth with the same passion? But not any warmth. But only Larissa's warmth. Her hot lips and kisses.

And finally, one rainy evening, remembering a conversation with Enid, it dawned on Wednesday how her two problems could be solved at once. She will apologize to Weems and tell her about her emotions in great detail, describing everything she has lived, without saying anything. And Larissa will definitely listen to her, even without listening to the girl. The main thing is to think through the sequence of actions correctly.

Now it was just a small matter to start writing the book, and with the successful implementation of her plan, all the problems would be left behind, and she could safely pack up at Harvard University, where Wednesday would show all the narrow-minded teachers what it means to be a truly talented writer.

The main plot of Wednesday's book was built around Nevermore Academy and the events experienced there. Of course, it was not possible to describe everything realistically using real names, appearances and passwords. After all, the entire academy with its inhabitants was a sealed secret for ordinary Normies. If a pretentious inscription appears on the cover — “based on real events” — this, without any doubt, will bring great popularity to the debut work. But the girl never looked for easy ways. Therefore, revealing the true state of affairs in the academy for the sake of the success of the book is definitely not her way. Having slightly changed the names, the whole story, nevertheless, has retained its primeval, atmospheric and original plot.

A typewriter, a stack of sheets of paper, melancholic music and a huge mug of quadruple espresso have become Wednesday's loyal friends for the coming months. Exhausted both physically and mentally, the girl, however, was already anticipating the approaching relief, which did not come because of the last chapter. Unfortunately, she can’t to come up with anything. A bunch of denouement options through critical reading an hour later suffered death in the form of crumpled paper lumps in the trash: either the ending seemed too implausible to her, then it became too vulgar, then, for God’s sake, too vanilla-snotty. Having already despaired of writing the last chapter, Wednesday finally realized how her book would end.

Satisfied with a sudden enlightenment, the girl began to engage in her second, no less interesting hobby — investigation. With good wit, and the girl has plenty of that, and a competent comparison of facts, you can find out about anyone anything.

The plan to investigate Larissa Weems' personal life has officially begun.

The fact that Larissa preferred the fairer sex was beyond doubt for anyone. Everyone subconsciously felt that she just couldn't have a man. Any man would feel like the most worthless and helpless creature on the planet next to such a powerful woman. Wednesday was sure that despite her magnetic beauty and sexuality, none of the men even dared to ask Weems out on a date. And Larissa obviously didn't need it. The problem with procreation for a woman was not a problem at all: her whole life revolved around the academy with a bunch of “children”, and there was no point in having her own child, so that he would constantly sit with nannies while the workaholic Larissa once again pacifies a raging werewolf or saves a victim of his own powers from accidentally petrifying — a gorgon.

To back up the obvious facts, the first thing that came under the distribution, of course, was Wednesday's mom. With whom the girl, surprisingly, became very close. Apparently, love really changes people and makes them behave atypically. And so, having chosen the perfect moment, Wednesday herself made Morticia to tell the story of Weems' life. According to mom, after graduating from Nevermore, Larissa was in a relationship with a hippie girl from France for a long time. But, in the end, the freedom-loving nature of the Frenchwoman and the windy character took their toll, and the girl drove off with her friends to surf the vast expanses of America.

However, Wednesday clearly felt that Morticia was not telling her something, but she was afraid to even ask, because she was sure that she would hear confirmation of her own guesses.

The second in this detective game was Uncle Fester. He was the only family member who never asked questions, thanks to seven lobotomy sessions. A day later, there was already a stack on Wednesday's desk with the address of Larissa's apartment, the state of current affairs at the academy, and even a list of the best Nevermore students. The woman's minute-by-minute daily routine simply screamed about the absence of any love interest in her life.

Everything was going perfectly and according to plan. Having collected everything necessary and most importantly — her book — Wednesday, accompanied by Larch, headed to the train station to finally meet the ghosts of the past and finally make peace with them. Or completely quarrel

So far, it looked more like the latter option. Wednesday looked at herself in the mirror once again and took a deep breath. Her nervousness and, as a result, inability to use tactful phrases, almost immediately crossed out the opportunities for a normal dialogue. Who pulled her tongue to say that Larissa is lonely, and her whole life revolves exclusively around the academy? It was cruel by all standards. Reflection, love, pity. How many more hidden feelings can the fatal Larissa Weems reveal in her?

Splashing icy water on her face, Wednesday turned off the bathroom light and returned to the bedroom. What to do now — the girl did not come up with. But a small hope that Larissa would read her book nevertheless warmed her soul. Pulling on her underwear, barely covering her rounded charms, Wednesday lay down in bed and stared out the huge window, which was now black. As if hypnotized, Wednesday peered into the darkness of the night to quickly find herself in the long-awaited embrace of Morpheus, but for some reason immediately found herself in the warm embrace of beautiful Larissa Weems.