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miami night's - christian pulisic x reader.

a sum of the story! : growing up to your parent's expectations, you were told what to do, how you were going to live your life. what happens when one night you break the rules for a man you just met?

warning this contains smut... so if you're a minor step away. it's my first time writing smut and genuinely something like this so please be kind! I'd also appreciate some feedback. enjoy! ❣❣

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Miami. Miami held a special place in you. You had been going there since childhood, all the way to now during your senior year in Uni. You enjoyed taking long walks by the shore, picking up small shells that you've gradually collected over the years, and taking pictures of the blue water and the to-die-for sunsets. It is where you've had a near-death experience by almost drowning, but also special memories like going for boat rides and surfing.

You had stayed in the States for your first two years of Uni studying to become a fine architect like your dad. It wasn't up to you, you had to follow his footsteps or you'd be a dishonor to the family. Your family went decades upon decades as architects, building and making some fine homes, buildings, and businesses. You didn't want to do that though, you wished and prayed that one day they’d realize how hard the pressure was to live up to the last name.

You had two older brothers, they have their families and are known quite around for making their work be known, but you, you weren't near their level. Mostly because part of you loved to make things harder for them. You just wanted to go out and live life how you dreamed. Due to your family’s name and reputation, you became such an introverted person. No matter how hard you tried to be “different”, they wouldn't find it professional of you.

You wanted the late-night drives with friends, travel around the globe, the skiing trip in Aspen, read books on a cold night as you felt the heat of a bonfire, and become a different person than the one they set you to be. You wanted freedom.

You had your group of friends that stuck with you since day one, two are engaged and going to start law school in the fall, your other girlfriend was going to begin her years in medical school in December, and one was going to become a professional dancer, and you well a said to be an architect. You wanted to become a journalist and have the world know of your passion to write a novel one day. No one knew of this, of course just your friends, if your family knew they freak.

During your third year of Uni, it took some convincing but you made the move to study abroad in the UK. Promising that you went for school, and school only. You loved it, the experiences of going out, looking at the different historical monuments, and taking holidays to Germany and Spain. You were living the life of the party, you could get used to that, but the States held a special place in your heart.

While in school in London, you made the decision to design and build out your dream home by the beach in Miami, a plan and idea only you knew. A house that you could visit and escape reality from. The dream home where you could wake up to smell the ocean breeze, tie up the beachy waves in your hair, and walk to shore to write your novel. It's what you had set to finish before working with your dad’s firm. A home one day you may take your kids to, for them to enjoy their time off. You invested and it was built secretly to your name, no one knew besides you. Receiving the keys shortly after arriving back.

Graduation was a true and humbling experience. But the feeling of relief of not having to take finals, go out with your dad on the weekends, and overall stay at your small dorm of yours was so soothing. You had promised your mom you’d stay the summer with her in their house in Miami. Before moving out to an apartment in Downtown Miami. It was the first couple weeks in which you realized you hated living with them. You were constantly asked what you were doing, where you were going, and why you were being so lazy instead of helping out. You never argued back, but your mom was always there to hold and hug you while you silently friend.

“Y/n? Your dad wants you in his study,” you heard your older brother Ryan say, knowing on your bedroom door. You rolled your eyes, and stood up, quickly throwing on an oversized t-shirt. You roamed through the kitchen to find a bottle of water, quickly taking a sip before knocking on the door of your dad’s study. “Come in.”

You stood by the door, crossing your arms behind you, waiting for him to speak. “Sit. I’d like to discuss something with you.” You knew that meant trouble, trouble for you, but a marvelous plan for him. You’d get used to the disappointment over time, but it never did get easier. You walked over and sat on the leather chair that faced him over his desk. Your dad's glasses hung low on his nose, looking at your choice of outfit. “Could’ve made yourself more presentable. It's almost one pm.”

“Dad!” you groaned, quickly becoming irritated, but he just shrugs it off. “I was discussing with Ryan, and Luke about our opening party for the new hotel in Downtown. Your mother will be assisting you, but you're in charge of decorating, and planning out the event. I just forwarded the invite list. Please don’t waste any time and get to work quickly. I hate being disappointed,” he urged.

Your jaw clenched, eyes wanting to pop out of their sockets. “You have a week, and I mean when I say I don’t want to be disappointed.” you wanted to refuse, to tell him to find someone else, that you're tired of working for him, but instead you brushed back the angry tears and nodded, standing up to walk out. “Anything else I should know?” you quietly said, afraid of your voice breaking.

“You're dismissed.”

You sighed and walked over to your mom’s office, where she gave you a sympathizing smile when opening the door. “I'm sorry sweetie. I just found out today as well. Let’s just help each other out. Maybe you can invite your friends over to help us too. I already did the catering, you can start off by making the invitations and forwarding them over to Luke so he can send them out.” And so you do.

Over the next few days, your mom grows worried when you're just sitting there quietly, not making any conversation or noticing her at all. You look unhappy. You are unhappy. But you knew if you told her, she’d rat you off to your dad, and that's the last thing you needed. She’d take notice of how shy and fragile you look. But you continued to work to make your dad satisfied. “Are you okay Y/n?” your mom asked, but you shrugged it off, “I'm fine. Let's quickly finish here, yeah?”

She did just that. After finishing decorating the tables by securing the silk fabric, placing the glasses, plates, and utensils, and positioning name cards on every table, you went to the mall and picked out a gown for the evening, having a self-care day after the week you had. You treated yourself well, happy with your purchases before heading off home for the day that was held for you tomorrow.

Your black gown was staring at you after you finished your hair and makeup. A smokey eye look and false lashes made you look sexy. You felt sexy and empowering. You went over and picked up the silk material before sliding it over your body. The dress hugged your curves, and the heels elongated your legs giving you the model look. Your family waited for you, your heels clicking against the floor as you placed your gold watch on, a gift from your friends. “You look beautiful Y/n!” your mom gasped, kissing your cheek before guiding you to the car.

You greeted the different guests, hugging old friends of your parents, helping them find their assigned seating, and assuring food would be out quickly. Putting them first over you. You were chatting with your friends, discussing going out after the event tonight, which was needed. You wanted to have drinks and wake up with the most raging hangover.

You shut your eyes annoyed when you heard your dad call you over, “Y/n! Come here for a second sweetie.” He only called you sweetie when it was a client he was interested in having, wanting them to believe in the perfect family title. You excused yourself from your friends, feeling their eyes as you walked over to your family. “Yes Dad?” you asked respectfully, shaking the hands of a blonde woman, and her husband, and then finally a young man close to your age.

You could've sworn you felt butterflies as you stared at his brown eyes. He was attractive, making you feel insecure and intimate with his gaze. “I’m Christian, a pleasure to finally meet you,” instead of shaking your hand, he placed a small kiss on the back of your hands, making your cheeks burn crimson. You smiled at him, shifting your weight from one leg to another, “Likewise Christian, I’m Y/n.”

You stood there quietly hearing your family talk about how they started their business, how they built the new place, and your dad’s career mostly, but what got you intrigued is when he mentioned your name. Christian voice was filled with curiosity, wanting to hear you speak again, “Your dad mentioned you recently graduated. Will you work with him, or what are your plans?”

You looked over to your dad who held almost a frustrated face, your brothers sending you a “don't fuck this up for us” look. “I just graduated! I will be working with him after the summer ends. We have some definite plans of wanting to design and convert something together. I just want to enjoy a bit of time for myself before reality kicks in,” you joked, making them laugh. “Enjoy it, sweetie, because once you become an adult there is no going back,” Christian’s mom said.

You noticed new people were arriving, so you took the time to excuse yourself from the fierce setting. You locked eyes with Chrisitan one more time, feeling goosebumps as you observed his freckled skin and curly hair, god he was sexy. Especially with the suit he was wearing. “If you'd excuse me, I’m going to greet some people that came in. Make sure they settle in okay.”

You didn't look back, just making sure one of your dad's old clients was taken care of. After sharing a few laughs and conversations with your friends you went to take a quick breather outside. You didn’t tell anyone, just wanting some space and peace. You hated these types of events, acting like the perfect daughter to please them. You were shy and reserved, only speaking when the attention was advertised to you. It's what you were taught.

“You okay?” you let out a small gasp, turning over to see Christian again. This time his coat was off, his white button-up undone from the top, and his sleeves giving you a first-hand look at his tattoos. You swallowed and became nervous all over again. “I'm okay. Just needed some time before going back in there,” you said, offering a reassuring smile. He chuckled and joined you, standing dangerously close to you.

“In that case, I'll join you. Events like this aren't my cup of tea,” you gave him a small laugh, “Believe me, I'm on the same page.”

“You look beautiful. Nearly tripped when I saw you…” Christian admitted, watching how your eyes slightly widen at his words, the small blush creeping against your cheeks despite wearing blush already. “Thank you, Christian,” you were speechless, should you say he looked handsome?

“Back there I asked you if you were planning to work with your dad. But I sensed a small hesitation. So I’ll ask you again, what are your plans? Not his, but yours…” you let out a nervous chuckle. Christian read your cards right, and he wanted to know more about you, what you liked and disliked. He wanted to spend the evening with you, break the rules and let you loose.

Was this a test your dad had sent him to you? Or was he genuinely interested in you? You’ve had your share of men wanting to know about you, spend a night with you. You’ve had sex once, never had a boyfriend, who would be interested in you? Why was he interested in you? You overthinking thoughts crossed.

“I want to become a writer. Write my novel, and travel to see the world. I had the chance to go abroad last year, and I miss it. Got to visit places I dreamed of going to as a kid. I don’t want to work with my dad. Or his firm at all. I want to make a name for myself, not the one they’re trying to produce,” you confessed, watching as his hand interlocked with your shaky one. His thumb delicately brushed against your knuckles, assuring you he was right there. How could this handsome, well sexy, stranger make you feel this way? Hot and bothered?

“Tell me more about you Y/n. I want to hear all of it.”

And so you did. You told him about your dream to become an author, explaining how Miami was home to you for so long. You told him about your group of friends, sharing jokes that made him let out deep chuckles, you even went on to tell him about the house you built not too long ago. He told you about his career, his life here in the States, and how he admires his family and friends over anything. Not once spilling out a single lie. You trusted him, as much as he trusted you.

“Take me there, I’d love to see the house. Let's get out of here and continue the night together,” he whispered, nodding his head back to the party inside, “It’s not that easy. They’ll be mad if I do…” you say, turning away from him. Reality set in. Realizing how just as long you’d been out here for. But no one came looking for you. “Can I be honest with you?” Christian said you averted your eyes back to him, his hand brushed against your cheek, tucking a curl behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“I haven’t had this much fun in so long. I needed to have this night, like this. I confide in you, and I want to be near you. You intrigue me a lot Y/n… I just hope you feel the same way, or else I just made a fool out of myself,” he revealed. You let out a shaky breath, feeling his forehead rest against yours. Despite meeting just a couple of hours before, you felt a sense of comfort and safety in his arms. “Wait for me outside. I'll be there in ten minutes okay?” you whispered against his lips, you tested the waters and kissed the corner of his mouth before standing up.

He watched with dark and intrigued eyes as you returned to the party. You made up a lie about not feeling well to your parents. Feeling like you were going to throw up and wanting rest. Of course, your dad caught on but he was with friends, so there was nothing he could say. You told your friends, wanting someone to at least know where you’d be, and they couldn't help but tease you, ushering on to go get your “man”. “Don’t worry about us! Go and enjoy yourself Y/n! Don’t look back.”

Your heels clicked against the concrete, hearing Christian footsteps following you up the stairs of your beach home. “This is it,” you unlocked the door and faced yourself with a family feeling of home. You watched how he silently stared at your home, the long and tall ceilings, the many windows on the wall, the antique furniture, the picture frame of your favorite memories, and the bookshelf near the TV mount. “You designed all this?” he couldn’t help but ask.

He stared at you, watching you nod, and walk over to the kitchen where his jaw drops open, “Holy shit. This is so beautiful Y/n,” you silently patted yourself on the back proudly. He was the first few people that came in here. The only people coming here first were your friends and the construction crew. “You're one of the few people that have seen this place. Not even my family knows about this.”

“I feel honored. Truly, this is amazing work love.” The word love made you almost fold. The way it rolled off his tongue to you. It had you wanting to hear more because you knew he was capable of doing so. “Do you want a drink? I have some beers and other beverages?” you offered, he nodded and settled with a Corona, you having the same. You showed him different parts of the house but upstairs was still unknown to him. You were sitting outside just having meaningful and deep conversations. He told you more of him, even admitting some of the things he said he didn’t tell anyone. You were falling for this man already? Is this what it felt like to like someone? The feeling of security with him didn't leave you, but now there was an elephant in the room that was being discussed. “How did you handle relationships like that? You know, with having a dad like that?”

“I've never been in love. I’ve never had a boyfriend,” you sadly smiled. “I've spent my whole life just living up to their expectations. Having a boyfriend to them was a sign that you were ready to settle down and began your family. Which I’m not prepared for. There is still so much I want to encounter, and having that commitment right now scares me…” you confessed. “This is all new to me Chris… I never bring people here, let alone have talks like I have with you… I have trust issues…” you continued.

Despite sitting outside on the steps that faced the beach, he moved closer to you, grabbing your chin gently facing towards him. “We might've just met. But this feels so, so, so right. Being here with you. If you’d let me I’d prove to you how much you’re worth. Because the woman I see in front of me is beautiful, a pure soul, with talent, and smart. You already have set with what you want to do with your life, and you should. A little love never hurts anyone, and I want to earn your trust,” Christian hummed at the end, now grabbing your cheek, and wiping a small tear that let out.

“I trust you, Christian,” was all you said before crashing your lips against his. His hand now rests on the back of your head, while yours is placed flat on his chest. You kissed him fervently, his soft lips molding against yours. He tasted sweet despite having some beers, and when your tongues began to fight for dominance, he let out a soft groan that made you want to clench your thighs together. “So sweet Y/n…” he whispered.

The sexual tension grew, now feeling as his big hands went behind you to unzip your dress, he kissed along your jaw, leaving a wet trail that made you throw your head back in pleasure. Chrisitan continued kissing down to your bare collarbone, biting the skin and leaving a small mark behind. “You feel perfect against me,” his voice deep. He gripped your waist and felt your clothed nipples as you kissed him back passionately. His hands traveled close to your ass, where he gripped it gently which made you let out a small moan against his mouth. “God the way you sound,” Christian groaned before diving back and kissing you.

You wanted more, you needed more. His touch and taste were addicting. “Christian…” you panted, your small hands making their way up to grab his face. You swallowed before interlocking eyes with him. “Yes, baby? Tell me what you need…” he replied, one of his hands delicately drawing shapes on your spine. “I want you to kiss me…” you say.

He listens. Tasting your cherry-coated lips, his tongue finding its way back inside your mouth, hearing as you whimper as he devoured you. “What else…” Instead of replying you took off his shirt, watching over the small moles that decorated against his skin. You looked up as you kissed over them, watching him throw his head back. You place a small trail of kisses up to his throat where you see him gulp deeply, awaiting your next move. Your thumbs brushed against his nipples, “God your hands are like silk, Y/n. Already can't get enough,” you smiled innocently before unbuckling his belt. You felt his cock harden against his black Calvin Klein boxers. “Now we're even…” you refer to being only in your black lacy bra and thong.

He picked you up, your arms wrapping around his upper shoulders as you let out a small giggle. He placed you on your bed, watching you with hungry eyes at your almost naked figure, Christian felt lucky. “You have such a beautiful body. One I’m going to take my time to kiss and mark on. Will you let me do that? Hm?” he asked you while dipping his head into the crook of your neck, feeling as you let out a breath. All you could do was nod, but he wasn't taking silence as an answer. “I have to hear you say it. I won't touch you unless I hear you say it.”

“Touch me, Christian. Kiss me. Mark me. Just do something please,” you begged. Christian nodded and went between your legs, feeling your legs wrapped around his, your clothed pussy brushing against his clothed cock. His hands went behind you to unclasp your bra, where he slowly kissed around your shoulder, before diving his mouth to your nipple. You let out a shaky moan, feeling his tongue flatly pressed against the sensitive nub before flicking it and sucking with his teeth and lips. His hand comes up to play with your other breast, giving the same undivided attention.

He looked at you, having you under his mercy. He kissed along your ribcage before licking his way down to your navel. Your attention quickly returned to him. You sat up on your elbows, awaiting his next moves, now feeling nervous and shy. “Don’t… whatever is racing through your head isn't true…” he kissed your hip bone. “No one has ever done it… What you're about to do��” you admitted.

“Then I’ll be the first. I need to taste you, baby. I can feel you dripping… I'll be gentle,” Christian reassured you, kissing your lips again, before diving back in between your legs. You felt his stubble kiss along your inner thighs, teasing you, you moaned when his face came close to your heated area. “Kiss me..” you let out a breath, just wanting to feel his tongue against you. “Kiss you where baby? Here?” he went back to kiss your thighs, where you groaned. You shook your head, growing tired of his teasing. “Here, baby…” you pointed at your clothed pussy.

You felt his shoulder flex against the back of your things, watching how he placed your thong to the side before kissing your clit gently. Your lips trembled, biting your bottom lip as you felt place his tongue against you. He pulled you closer and began to eat you out. You moaned, grabbing and tugging his curls, wanting to pull on something as you felt his warm tongue against you. Your back arched as he began to gently flick the bundle of nerves, feeling wetter as you felt him groan. “You're so incredibly sweet, I need more…” he said.

He gave your clit so much attention, that your back arched once again when you felt him place his tongue inside you, his brown eyes watching you as you do so, your nipples completely erect. “Chris… You feel so good… how are you so good at this?” you wailed, your fingers circling your nipple to enhance the pleasure even more. “That’s it baby… play with your nipple and watch me eat this pussy…” he dove back in, feeling your thighs close around him. He spread your legs and began to dig his head deeper into you. You felt the sudden intrusion of his two long and thick fingers inside you, “Fuck. Oh god… Keep going, don’t stop,” you moaned.

“I want you to come for me. I want to watch you come around my fingers, Y/n. Can you do that?” you nodded quickly, feeling his tongue begin flicking your clit again. He pumped and worked his fingers inside you quicker now, feeling how tight you were. “So tight baby, I wonder how my cock will feel inside you…”

He continued the same momentum, bringing you to your high where you cry out his name. He continues to suck and pump his fingers inside you after cumming, beginning to feel a bit overstimulated… “Chris… I want you to fuck me now…” He stops what he’s doing, stands up, and kisses you. The taste of yourself is present, your hands remove his boxers watching his cock spring out. Your eyes widen at his size, feeling smaller than before. “Look so innocent baby. Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” he asks. “Yes. Please fuck me,” you beg.

He smirks and lays you back down, fully removing his boxers, he looks down at your wet cunt, your cum seeping through, he groans and picks up some of your wetness before pumping his dick with it, using it as lube. The sight had you going over and playing with yourself, your fingers drawing small circles to relieve the agony. He removes your fingers, licking over them before resting your hands with one hand above your head.

Both of you watch his cock seep inside you. You let out a small breath… before looking at Christian's face that has pleasure over. His brows pulled together, biting his lip. “So tight and so wet Y/n…” he moans, “Can I keep going?”

“Keep going?” you look back down and notice only half of his cock was in, he smirks before looking at your innocent face all over again. You nod and give him consent, and he slowly begins to drill deep inside you. Your walls clench around him, where he sizzles in almost pain, he notices you frown concerned, “I’m okay baby, just feels so good. I knew your pussy would feel this good around me… Taking me like a good girl you are” Christian praises you.

“You can move…” you say and he lets go of your wrists, watching as your small palms rest against his strong biceps, which you dig your nails into. He begins to slowly thrust out and then go back in, the sight of his abs clenching has you moaning. He finds a correct wave of pleasure for both of you, quickly finding the spot inside you that makes you turn your head to the side and cry out in pleasure. “Eyes on me baby… I need to see your face while I make you come…”

“You're so big, Christian… I can feel you right here…” You place your palm against your abdomen, where he moans in pleasure. “That deep baby?”

You moan out as he picks up his pace, feeling his long and thick cock guided against your wet walls. He leans down and kisses you, wanting to taste your sweet lips. “So perfect baby, doing so good for me…”

“Are you going to come for me Y/n? Gonna come on this cock,” you moan out a yes, kissing his stubbled jaw that tickles you. He grabs your hips, watching as your hands tug on the white sheets below you. He feels in heaven, your warm walls swallowing his cock just like he imagined, the noises you let out reassuring him it wasn’t a dream and it was real. His thrusts were more quicker but still gentle like he had said, your eyes shut, “I'm going to cum Christian… I need to. You're making me feel so fucking good…”

You're at the rim of the glass at how close you were to cumming but you whined when he warned you to wait for him, “Wait for me… I'm almost there baby… Want to cum with you…” You leaned up and kissed him, letting his weight drop against you, your sweaty bodies now closer than ever. The small beads of sweat gilded against his freckled skin, his curls messed up at the way you tugged at them. He stared at your plump and swollen lips, picturing how they would look around his cock.

Chrisitan leaned his head down to your ear, thrusting harder inside you that had you moaning loud, “Cum for me love… Cum all over for me….” He felt you clench against him, his orgasm running with yours. You could've sworn you felt his warm ropes of cum inside you, as his thrust began to falter. He kissed you, smiling when you smiled against his lips, “You okay?”

You hummed muttering out, “Im okay… Feeling tired though…”

“Don’t fall asleep on me now… I have to care for you. Make sure you're nice and clean before we go to bed…” Christian said. He let you know he was going to pull out, and you suddenly felt empty. He picked you up and pulled you into the steamy hot shower, where he washed your hair and body. You return the favor, the loofa gliding against his skin, you drawing small shapes on his tattoos, and him watching you with the biggest grin on his face.

You decide to sleep naked… Not having many clothes here just yet. You told him to sleep in the guest room together, feeling lazy and tired to change the sheets. He held you close, your head on his chest, feeling his nails rake against your arm. But during the night, he somehow ended up on top of you. His curls are messy against your shoulder, and his tattooed arm is around your waist. You felt at home again.

You stir quietly, still feeling the weight on top of you. You don’t know how you manage but you get up and use the restroom. Drawing your hair up in a messy bun and washing your face and teeth. You put on a bra and underwear, going back into the room where Chrisitan continues to sleep. You grab his shirt from last night and button a few buttons. It’s early, maybe six in the morning? But you stare at the man who you now want to spend the rest of your life with.

You kiss his forehead, knowing he can’t hear you but you whisper, “I'm going to make up some breakfast… Come join me when you wake up…” You quietly hop down the stairs into the kitchen you designed from scratch. You make some coffee and rest on the small island that faced the windows outside to the beach. Watching the first lights of morning awakening, you feel his hands wrap around you… “I saw you washed my clothes, and I had wondered where my shirt went…”

He kisses you and says good morning… he pours a cup of coffee and nudges you to go outside to watch the sunrise together. “Give me a second, just going to grab my phone,” he kisses your forehead and walks outside. You pick up your purse and grab your phone. You carry your mug in your left hand while you unlock the phone with your right, only to be met with a message from your father. Your heart sinks, and the feeling of being uncovered overcomes you. Christian notices and asks if you're okay, seeing as you become pale. He looks at the message in your hand, his eyes widening just a bit.

From Dad:

I hope you have a good explanation as to why you’re not home and “resting”, Y/n. You lied to me and your mom. When the fuck were you going to tell me about this home you built here? Why was I not aware of this plan?

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Sealed, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: sexual tension, slight angst, mentions of fighting, underage drinking, dubcon/noncon relationship.

Part 2 of 3.

Part 1, Signed

Part 3, Delivered

“My god, you’ve grown so much, (Y/N),” your future mother-in-law cooed as she pulled you into a hug. You gave Mrs. Rogers a small, albeit forced smile as you pulled away and she got another look at you. She reached out and stroked your cheek, “my god, I remember when you were just a little girl. Barely knee high and going at it with Stevie like cats and dogs. Now look at you! You look like a refined young woman…”

“Yeah…it has been a while…”

“Been a while,” she giggled, pulling away from you, “been a while might have been a holiday or two…I haven’t seen you since your mother squirreled you and your sisters away from sight when you hit the end of fourth grade.”

You gave another forced smile, “yeah…I’m sorry. I-I would have called…or written, but I-I didn’t have anyone’s numbers memorized. A-and, well…mum thought it was best that I focus on school. She always said a good education helps all.”

“It’s okay sweetie,” she smiled softly, “we understand…Steve’s sister just got married to that Parker boy��sweetest little couple you’ve ever seen…you’ll see them at the reception at the end of the week. They’re still finishing their honeymoon.”

Your eyes widened, “oh no…I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interr-“

“Oh, you’re not interrupting anything,” she laughed, “we insisted on Peter taking her on a nice little honeymoon to one of our villas in Milan. They get back from there in about a day or so, so they’ll have plenty of time to unwind before your nuptials…”

“Yeah…”

“Sarah…maybe we let (Y/N) get reacquainted with everyone…I don’t believe she’s gotten to say hello to her father yet…have you dear?”

“Oh…uhm no,” you admitted sadly, the smallest of frowns crossing your lips, “I-I haven’t seen daddy yet.”

“He’s in his office,” she smiled as she looped her arm through Mrs. Rogers, “go say hello to him and pull him from whatever he’s doing in there. He should be out here…enjoying the party. It is your homecoming after all…and soon you’ll be a Rogers and not a Barnes. All of you should be mingling…it’s your graduation and engagement party after all…”

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t do two separate parties,” Mrs. Rogers sighed as she gave you a soft look, “the girl should be celebrating all of her accomplishments…a party for graduating high school, and a party for becoming officially engaged to my Stevie. I keep telling you Winnifred this all feels too cluttered…you should have let me plan at least one of the parties…allow me to showcase our home...”

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Rogers,” you offered, giving your mom an out as you put a hand on her arm, “I’m perfectly fine with just the one party. Two parties so close to the wedding would have made it seem forced, wouldn’t it?”

She gave you a firm smile, “perhaps you’re right, sweetheart…you know, you always were a wise one, well before your time. And how many times do I have to remind you, it’s mom…you’re practically our daughter as it is, (Y/N). Lord knows Stevie’s been in love with you since the two of you were little…call me mom, sweetie…”

“Okay…mom…”

She chirped excitedly to your mother, cooing at how you calling her mom as well felt ‘all too right.’

Meanwhile, you rolled your eyes as you started back to the house, promising both mob wives that you would go to find your father, while ignoring the rest of the party goers and well-wishers.

You barely had an idea on who many of them were, only knowing that they were associated with one of the five families, and here to ‘strengthen ties.’

It sickened you to your stomach.

Everything was done to ‘strengthen ties,’ while they bickered behind closed doors and made stomach-turning deals. All of them wearing faux masks of happiness to see one another, when they would all too quickly stab one another in the back for a chance on a higher rung. But that was the nature of the beast. One that you’d become all too accustomed to.

You were glad when your parents sent you off to finishing school back in London. You didn’t have to deal with anyone and could just blend in without having to be a Barnes, or the future Mrs. Rogers.

“Champagne, miss?”

You smiled politely, holding a glass in each hand. When he gave you a look, you shrugged, “going to take one to my fiancé…or father. Whomever I can find first I suppose.”

He gave a nod, one that said that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t question it as he turned on his heel and went back to the main part of the party. When he was out of sight, you downed the first. Feeling the crisp, dry bite of the champagne, you rounded the corner and took the other, as though it was a shot yet again.

A shiver ran down your spine as the warmth from the alcohol filled your belly. You placed the two empty glasses along a desk sitting in the entryway.

Sighing, you noticed that your father’s study door was closed.

It was always business with him.

But stepping forward you could hear voices behind the heavy wooden door. You frowned when you couldn’t recognize the one that was speaking, nor make out any words that he’d been saying. But a roar of laughter made you pause from knocking.

You recognized the melodic laugh of your brother, despite not seeing him since you were ten.

“You gotta stop getting into fights, punk,” the thirteen-year-old chuckled as he ruffled the sandy blonde hair of his best friend, “you’re twelve and nearly losing to a eight year old.”

“He was nine,” Steve grumbled, shooing his friend’s hand away, “and anyways…I didn’t need your help, Buck. I’m Steve Rogers. The heir to the Itali-“

“You’re the heir of every ass-kicking from here to the Bronx with how you go picking fights…” Bucky replied sternly, his laughter fading away, “come on man…I shouldn’t have to rescue you from a little kid…all I wanted to do was enjoy my book and-”

“He was annoying (Y/N).”

Bucky gave you a small frown and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your eight-year-old chest, “he wasn’t annoying me nearly as much as you were, Rogers…”

Steve’s nostrils flared, “you know…I did it to help you, (Y/N)! I did it because I was standing up for my wif-“

“Don’t you dare say it, Steven Grant Rogers!” You growled, cutting the older boy off as you wagged your finger in his face, “don’t you dare! I am not your wife!”

“But (Y/N), you are going to be it one day!” he said quickly, “you’re going to be my wife! And I’m going to burn down the world for you…or at least anyone that gets in your way.”

“You’re in my way,” you growled, “you’re always in my way. News flash, Steve…I don’t need you lurking around every corner waiting to be chivalrous. I don’t want it!”

“But (Y/N) I’m doing it because I love you,” he simpered, attempting to take your hand in his own, “I-

You sneered, your face scrunching up at the words as you ripped your hand from his, “stop it, Steve! I will never be your wife…because you won’t make it to adulthood. You won’t ever be anything other than a scrawny little twerp who can’t fight his own battles let alone the ones you pick over me…and you’re gonna get Bucky hurt…just like the last time.”

Steve frowned as he turned to look at his best friend. Bucky nervously pulled the sleeve down so that his cybernetic arm was covered by the sweater, “(Y/N)…”

You looked at your older brother, still angry over the accident that Steve caused years ago when he and Bucky first became friends.

“I-It was an accident, my lo-“

“I’m not your anything, Steve!” you spat, glaring at the young man, “now go away!”

Bucky took a step forward, “(Y/N), that’s enough. Steve was being a good fiancé and looking out for you. And right now, you’re being a spoiled brat and pushing people’s buttons.”

“You had to come save his butt!”

“Yeah…and he saved yours…it’s what family does for one another…” Bucky growled, defending his friend, “family makes sure that they’re safe and sound. That they-“

“Then why did he let you lose your arm, huh Bucky?”

“(Y/N)!”

You were snapped from your thoughts, and you noticed that the door to your father’s study was open, and man just inside the door, holding it open was none other than your big brother. You felt a bit of pride in your stomach as you launched yourself at him, “BUCKY!”

“Pipsqueak!” Bucky exclaimed happily as he easily lifted you from the ground, “What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to be out there enjoying your party!”

“Ughh, gag me with a spoon!” you groaned, “last thing I want is another snotty person from one of the families telling me congrats. I wanted to see you, robo-boy!”

“(Y/N)” your father scolded as he stood from his desk. Your heart melted as you peeled yourself away from your older brother and started towards your father.

In the years since you’d last seen him, he’d definitely aged.

He was only about fifty years old, but time had not been kind to him.

He kept his hair short and tight on the sides, as was normal from his military days, but the salt and pepper look that had graced the longer hair on top was all but silver on the sides.

He looked like an aged version of your older brother. A little bit smaller, and definitely less muscle-mass, as well as the obvious differences in the fact that your father had both of his arms, while one of your brothers was a robotic one, but they were very much the same otherwise.

“Daddy!”

He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, becoming wrapped in the scent of the posh cologne that he wore that reminded you of smokey bourbon and fresh leather. His scolding of you had quickly faded and he allowed himself to melt under your touch.

“Oh, sweetheart…I’ve missed you…it’s nice to have all of my children so close to home again…”

“How’ve you been. Wha-“

“Good…good!” he smiled, pulling away from you, “but I don’t want to talk about me. Tonight is about you, honey. You and Steve!”

You groaned, hearing your fiancé’s name, “Daddy….can we just not talk about Steve Rogers for a second…you know that I don’t want to marry him.”

“Don’t worry…I think you’ve made that abundantly clear since we were children.”

You paled as you turned around and noticed a man that you didn’t recognize, standing off to the side of the room. He was watching you interacting with his father while he kept his hands in his pockets.

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks as you stared back at the attractive man. He was tall and muscular…well built. His sandy blonde hair was styled elegantly, and he was dressed to the nines. You felt your heart fluttering as he looked at you with his cerulean stare and pouty lips.

Was he someone new to your father’s crew?

But then the words snapped in your mind.

‘Don’t worry…I think you’ve made that abundantly clear since we were children.’

And you paled once more.

NO!

It couldn’t be.

Your stomach turned.

Had you just been guilty of finding yourself attracted to him? To Steve Rogers.

You took a few steps away from your father and started to back out of the study. “Sweetheart, where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here,” you muttered softly as you backed through the door. You were nearly there until you stumbled when you took another step back. You thought you’d hit the edge of the door frame, but when you heard the crashing of a silver platter behind you and the crunching of glass, you spun, “oh fuck…”

You had knocked over a waiter carrying a tray of champagne from the catering space in the kitchen to the party outside.

“And here I was thinking it was bad luck to see the bride just on the night before the wedding,” the charming blonde smiled as he leaned against the bookcase. You shot him a glare, trying to focus your rage into him, instead of staring at his chiseled jawline and the way that his clothes clung to his muscular frame and slim waist. He pushed himself away from it and pulled his hands from his pockets. In three quick steps he was nearly on top of you, his arm already looping around your waist and pulling you close. Your lips parted as you stared into his cerulean eyes, unsure of what to do or say. A smirk tugged at his lips, “why did no one tell me that it’s also two days before?”

“S-steve…”

He chuckled, and the action sent a pulse straight to your core as he watched you, “have you been drinking, (Y/N?)”

You felt a whimper escaping the back of your throat as you lost all resolve. You weakly nodded, unable to form the words.

“I can smell it on your breath,” he chuckled softly, still holding you close, “You naughty girl…”

“Sweetheart…I’m sure you remember Steve…” your father reminded you, “perhaps…your brother should take you to the powder room though…or the kitchen and get you sobered up before we address the guests for coming to celebrate you and him…”

“Y-yeah…”

#signed sealed delivered #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america

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missmeasured · 1 year ago

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Merry Rickmas everybody! I’d like to throw this in, even though I’m late for the prompt. Under the category of Restless Waiting I have a Hans Gruber/Reader smut for y’all.

You are a new lawyer who is being blackmailed by Hans Gruber and forced to work for him in the weeks leading up to his heist. Temporarily living together in a penthouse apartment that faces the Nakatomi Tower, you sometimes forget he’s a criminal. He prefers to remind you.

Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 2300 | Pairing: Hans Gruber/ You (Reader has breasts and a vagina)

Content Warning Tags: Blackmail, shoplifting, Heist planning, Non consensual touching, Fingering, Vaginal Sex

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Restless Waiting - Rickmas 2023 - Hans Gruber

You had gotten used to being woken in the night with his requests. Working for Hans, living in this apartment while he worked on his plan, was an all hours kind of job. However, normally it was a sharp knock that stirred you, this time you did not wake at the soft opening of the door, or the lifting of the covers, but jolted into alertness as the weight settled into your bed.

“Sir?” You ask in a panic, please God let it be him and not some intruder.

“I require your assistance,” he used his normal answer and yet as he slunk across your bed the normalcy of the answer seemed not to matter.

“I’ll get some clothes,” you begin and try to leave from the other side, but his hands take your hips, clad only in some cotton underwear, and pull them back toward his own.

“That won’t be necessary. You are perfect as you are.” He answers calmly. Then his fingers start tracing patterns across the flesh of your shoulder blades above your camisole and you shiver to think what assistance he is asking for tonight.

You knew he was not a good man, in the moral way. He was not opposed to using violence to get what he wants. You yourself are here because he is blackmailing you. You would lose your law career if he told on you about your prolific shoplifting spree you went on after a bout of depression at the end of law school. How he knew about it, you were not sure. You had changed your name since then, covered your tracks as best you could. Yet the evidence remained, and with his folder of evidence your employers would also have no difficulty connecting the dots.

The fingers of a not morally good man swirling around the skin on one’s back, were complicated. On one hand, you were not an idiot, men like him often take what they want in this way. So your body tensed, too aware of being prey, all the nights you had slumbered here unmolested had lulled you into a false sense of security perhaps. On the other hand, he was a handsome man. Quite charming. Too many times you had felt yourself forget that he was a criminal, who was blackmailing you into helping him dot the i’s and cross the t’s on his plan. He planned on killing. You knew all of this explicitly and still there were moments.

Mornings of sharing cups of coffee, when he was not questioning you about the legal intricacies of different foreign bank accounts or corporate documents, sometimes he would just ask you questions about yourself and really listen to the answer. In those conversations you felt yourself forget who he really was. You cursed the little butterflies in your stomach and squashed them with the remembrance that he was your blackmailer.

“What do you want, Hans?” You ask, you need to be clear about what is happening here. To know what to expect. Are you being asked to pay the blackmailer with your body now?

“It’s funny… my plan… it’s all coming to fruition and now… all this waiting. It makes me unsettled.” He answers. It is not an answer.

“And… how can I help?” You ask the dark, his hand begins slipping up and down your waist and over your hip, on its way back he lets it go under your camisole. Your breath hitches but the hand stays near your waist, he doesn't move to grope you.

“The holiday… it makes me feel… lonesome. Funny how your childhood has a way of rearing its ugly head when you think you are so big and impervious to it all. So I find myself… seeking your company.”

“Christmas… is a strange time for a lot of people.” You whisper back, unsure what to say.

“Take off this top. I want to draw on your whole back.” He instructs in a whisper. His fingertips swirl again, under your shirt now. To say no, and be told it was mandatory felt too uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of this as happening as part of your blackmail, so you lifted yourself up to slide out of the camisole without argument, telling yourself you wanted the handsome man to draw on your back anyway. You told yourself to pretend you had met him at a cafe. Come home with him of your own accord.

“So much…. Waiting… so much wanting… perhaps I am a child waiting for Saint Nicholas all over again. Only this time… I wait for a much bigger present. Freedom.” He muses as he maps out the planes of your bare back while you clutch the covers close to your chest. “Then again, I am sure you also… are restless… waiting for your own freedom. From me.”

“I was more restless in the beginning. Now I have accepted it. Just a few more days, and you’ll be somewhere in paradise and I’ll… go back to work,” you answer.

“Perhaps I shall send you a plane ticket… have you come so that I might do this in sun cream…” he muses.

“I’m sure there will be a lovely lady with a lovely back where you are going.” You try to shut this down, because just then your mind was too eager to jump at the chance. The idea of not working anymore was too pleasant. But you were too clever to jump at being the mistress of a criminal. You would live at his whim, feeling like he owned you. You would lose all the progress of your hard fought career, and what if one day he just called it off? Better not to dream at all.

“I’ve grown quite fond of you, this month.” His lips seem too close to your ear. “My clever girl. So helpful.”

“You are a very charming blackmailer.” You answer in a whisper, too excited about the change in his tone, the weight of his pressing hands, and how one has gone back to your waist and made the pilgrimage over your hip and down your thigh.

“Charming?” He did that laugh where he made a single grunt of chuckle in his throat and pushed air through his nose, it tickled your neck. “Charming enough… to ask for more? I confess, I came in here thinking if I can blackmail you to work for me, I can blackmail you to snuggle away the Christmas woe, the relentless waiting, and yet… I do confess I want more. But… I don’t want your body as blackmail. You’d have to give it of your own free will.” His fingers swirled over the fronts of your thighs, sending wanting to your core in their wake.

You did not know what to say, but the more his fingers made swirls of goosebumps as if they were the winter wind inside the warmth of your covers, the harder it was not to show your arousal inside your breath.

“Well… can I have my pretty lawyer for Christmas?” He was impatient, waiting for your answer, his fingers so close to touching your panties you were aching with the need of it. His beard scratched against your bare back, he was kissing you softly there between your shoulder blades.

“Yes.” You whispered. He ended your waiting, immediately. He cupped your sex and pulled you tighter against him, suddenly his hard cock pressed against you. Had it been there behind you the whole time, pointing, reaching, not touching?

You moaned. You were letting him, your blackmailer, do this to you. Where were your senses? His beard scratched you while his lips clamped down to suck on your neck. Pain twisting with pleasure, like what you should do, and should not do. You should not be excited by the man who has threatened your livelihood, not yearn for the stiffness that pressed against your ass.

His fingers wormed under your panties, feeling for your entrance and finding it quickly. He laughs into your ear from behind. “I didn’t know I was this charming,” he teases. “So wet…” he pushes in with two fingers, making you cry out. “Tell me… did your pussy get this wet when you were stealing?” He was bringing up a dark time, a bad memory, twisting it with your pleasure. There was no fighting how good his fingers felt inside you. “That’s why I chose you, you know. My little thief. I know that you know… the rush I am chasing.”

Your response was only sounds, wanton, craving sounds while he talked and plunged his fingers in and out, with every pass of them you felt yourself dripping around them, almost embarrassed by how eager your body was for him. “You try to be such a good girl now. Different name.. revised history… but I think helping me steal all this money…. Turns you on. I think you are excited.” He ground his excitement into you and you clenched around his fingers thinking about having it inside you.

He stopped, withdrew, and tossed back the covers, plunging you into the chilly night air. He sat up, pulled you over onto your back, eyes feasting on your breasts. “I’ve been wondering what’s under your clothes… what a beautiful canvas to shoplift on. I bet these nipples looked so pretty under stolen lace. I bet this…” He put his hand down to her core again and brushed a thumb over her mound “left lovely silky wetness right in the middle of every stolen pair of panties.” He hooked his fingers in and stole your last bit of clothing.

In the moonlight you saw he had on an open button down shirt on and a pair of navy blue boxers that tented in the middle. He saw you look, and smirked as he pulled the length from below the waistband, letting it go above, an eager rock hardness, bobbing up and down as he let the thing swing. He looked so good, so handsome, and partly undressed, that beautiful cock the cherry on top, you opened your legs for him.

He knelt between your legs and guided the tip into your folds, slipping it up and down, lubing himself in your excitement. Every time he rubbed your clit with it you couldn’t help but moan for him, making you sound whoreishly eager for his coming penetration. But you liked it when he smirked at your noises.

He lined up the tip and nestled it into your opening. He raised and lowered his hips with maddening slowness, easing the length of it inside you tiny bit by tiny bit, relishing in your gasps, your hips lifting, trying to take more of him than he would allow at once. “You are… a very…mmmm… good Christmas gift… my little thief… you are…. So wet… “ He slowly said while he fucked himself into you with such erotic slowness you thought you would explode when it reached his full girth.

“I bet when I’m long gone with all my money you will touch yourself to these memories. At your boring job. Your pussy will be throbbing around your fingers when you think about helping me steal all that money…” He told you, and you knew he was right. You had been enjoying helping him.

You were so swollen, so needy, every pass of his cock was scratching a desperate itch. You didn’t even know you needed it. Had wanted it. He put his hands under your knees and pushed your legs back, crunching your body up under him as he began fucking you faster. He must have sensed you were about to come, because he slowed to a stop with a mischievous look. “Let me catch up with you, naughty girl.” You moan at his teasing, as he goes slow again with a maddening rhythm .

“I like this.” He sighed over your face as casually fucks you, letting you stay on the edge. “Respectable girl with bad girl past still likes being fucked like a naughty girl, doesn’t she? Because that’s who you are… inside.” He has pegged you with deadly accuracy. It seems to give him pleasure to have caught out the truth about you. He speeds up again.

He’s too right, you haven’t felt so alive in months, and no man has felt as good inside you as this criminal mastermind does. It all washes over you. The feelings, the truths of it all, the pleasure more than anything. Then you are starting your climax and he is chasing his own, pushing harder and deeper into you.

It’s like being outside of yourself, watching him fuck you till he comes. How when he begins to feel his climax coming he abandoned his slow, talkative approach and tossed his head back in open mouthed pleasure as he slams himself in to the hilt over and over again. His breathy noises, his groans on the air, make your growing orgasm unbeleivably strong, your legs shake as he fucks you.

He pulls himself out only at the last possible second as his cock instantly explodes all over your curled up form beneath him. You enjoyed his grunts a little too much as he used his hand to spend the last himself across your breasts.

It was only after that you had your first kiss with the man. The damn butterflies came back. “I don’t think the waiting is going to be so hard anymore… with such a lovely distraction.” He smiled as he cleaned you. “Not with my little thief stealing my attention.” He teased.

As he tucked you into his arms for the night suddenly the few days before the heist seemed like they would be too short. Your impending freedom loomed too imminent. You would be restlessly trying not to think about how fast Christmas was coming, knowing it would mark the end of your time with him. Unless you accepted that plane ticket offer after all.

#rickmas2023 #fanfiction #smutty #smutty fanfiction #hans gruber #Hans Gruber/reader #hans Gruber x you #alan rickman #not SFW #miss measured

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lolitastories · 1 year ago

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Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Part 2

Chapter 1

“You hide your emotions for a living but at this moment you are not doing a great job” I directed an eyeroll to him. We were currently sitting at the dinner table, waiting for his children to join us.

“Not really helping John '' I let out a sigh taking in his words. I know he was right. This family has been in my life since I was 17. I had met Beth, who at first wasn’t the kindest but somehow we both got along great. In my job you had to be assertive, judgemental,firm, confident and when things got rough, you had to be rude and tough. Not an easy thing to do on a normal basis and I thought to myself I was crazy for not only entering law but to becoming a General Practice Attorney. Somehow when I enter the courtroom or when I am making a deal my eyes dial in to my target and I blackout. I do what is needed to do and my streak of losing none of my cases shows that. But when I am outside the law and I am just me, I lose myself. With Beth, she was that for me. She was the assertive side in me and I was the calming side to her. We got each other and I was thankful for that.

“You didn’t tell me she was joining '' Jamie, sweet Jamie. I get up and give him a hug which he gladly takes. Right out of law school I was taken under his wing. John decided not to tell him how he helped me through law school and how he became a mentor to me since the night we met. Jamie took such pride in seeing me become what I wish he knew I could be. Soon I had to move on since I wasn't a specialist in only one thing. I now only see him if he or John needs help and needs me to work with him on something. We distance ourselves over the past years but nothing feels any different now. “Finally” He sighs, moving around the table to take a seat across from me, of course one seat down from John who was at the end of the table.

“Decided we couldn’t keep her a secret anymore and now would be a great time to have her here” After Lee’s death I was asked to come back to the ranch. I moved to New York as I was working on expanding my knowledge in more than just Law, but when I received John's call I dropped everything. Lee’s death was unfortunate and John mentioned in that phone call that things were just going to get tougher from then, and hell did it. I have been working in the background with Lee’s death and filing it under the table with the help of Jamie. Also helping him with Kayce and Monica. When the drug explosion accident happened and Monica’s accident at school. With the kidnapping of the girl Kayce found and the trips he took to jail. Not to mention Dan and Beth, and I have a feeling that won’t be it.

“He didn’t want to continue hearing my rants on driving from home all the way to town. Loved the peaceful rides but you know I am not a morning person” I was staying just outside of Darby. Of course I could stay in town but it wasn’t a risk John nor I wanted to take. He has enemies and everybody knows each other, we didn’t want to give them anything that could come back and damage the farm.

“That you are not” I looked up hearing a familiar voice. “You remember your finals week?” I shake my head in embarrassment. I had just turned 20 but in Beth’s head I was 21. So she made a trip from Salt Lake City to Connecticut. Of course I told her right but she didn’t care. She told me Yale could wait for a couple hours so I could have fun. I was unaware that her couple hours meant a whole night a day. John sent me to study in Yale a couple months after we met. I promised him I wouldn’t disappoint and for me, I never make promises so It was like writing it in stone. I took multiple classes and spent nights, days,summer,spring break, holidays studying and advancing as much as possible in my degree. Work paid off when in only four years I graduated when it usually took 7. Anyways I was in my finals and she took me out that morning.

“In my defense it was 3 in the morning when you showed up” yeah 3 in the morning, I was walking into my apartment hoping to take a 3 hour nap so I could continue at 6 the next day.

“That when New york wakes up” So she shook me off the bed and drove us down an hour and 30 minutes to Manhattan.

“I thankfully took a that ride a power nap”

“If that is what you want to call it.” She laughs while pouring herself a drink. “ I could swear her body felt more energized than ever because she looked like a zombie who hadn’t slept in years'' I hadn’t slept well in 5 weeks. I knew finals were coming and with everything going on I needed every hour I could get to prepare for it. “We got to the club and she was going on a mission. I am not going to tell you what she did to get in because it would ruin your image of her '' She meant I seduced and promised the security an amazing morning if he let me in knowing I wasn’t 21 yet. That might not seem bad but when your promises are very verglaur and detailed and also loud, well now that I think about it, it was more embarrassing but still. “But don’t worry I didn’t let her slip that night. Well maybe just a little.” I cover my eyes and my ears. Dancing on every surface I could find and wired with more alcohol than they had in the club I was having the best time of my life that night. But when we got out and I saw the sun I began cursing at it like it killed and took away everything I loved. I bet there is a video of me out there becoming New York’s crazy woman who hates the sun. After that I went back into the club and refused to come out until the sun was gone. And to be fair that was not what I meant by not being a morning person. I love sunrises and sunsets, I just hate waking up.

“Sorry I am late. Leaving Tate wasn’t easy today” I have only seen Kayce from afar. When I arrived at the farm, Kayce had already had the altercation with John. I soon left and didn’t hear about him until I came back. I have been only helping Jamie with his cases but never had the opportunity to speak to him once. I knew he had moved back and became the Ranch Foreman but I avoided the farm as much as possible knowing that was what John and I agreed on. Kayce walked in with his head down seating next to John and Jamie. He only focused on me when John spoke up.

“Don’t worry son. We were just catching up” he stood up at the end of the table looking over at us. “This is Y/N. She will be living here starting today” That is not what we spoke about. I gave him a worried look but he only shook his head. That meant I had to trust him. “Beth and Jamie have known of her for the past years but because of the circumstances of you not being present in the ranch” A little sadness in both their eyes could be seen. “You hadn’t gotten a chance to meet her” I sent him a nod with a gentle smile and his response was a cold stare that he quickly moved towards his father.

“What do you mean she will be living in the main house?” Not that I mattered more than him but somehow his words caused annoyance in me. You don’t even know me and speak like I was not important. John takes the chance to sit down as Gator comes out with the food.

“I want to take this dinner as a chance to not only tell you about her” he look over to Kayce and then followed his gaze to Jamie and Beth as he continued speaking “and to tell you two along with Kayce how she came to the ranch and why I asked her to come back and stay in the ranch” That last part he looked over at me and I knew he was asking me to listen and consider his question on staying and living in the ranch for awhile. We began eating but John didn’t touch his food as he began speaking. “One night almost 7 years ago she came to the farm. I know under what circumstance she came to run into our lands but that is up to her if she wants to share it with you” He looks over at me and I give him a nod thanking him for that. He looks back to his kids and continues. “That night 3 of our cowboys were out and found her. Thankfully Rip found her before anything bad happened to her.” I look down focusing on my food not really wanting to relive that moment. I guess it showed on my face since I felt Beth take my hand that was settled in my lap. “Rip brought her to me and that night I decided to bring her in. She made a good impression on Rip and I so I decided to help her from that day on.” I smile hearing that from John. Rip was a big softy but had a hard time showing that to people. Mainly because this kind of life didn’t bring out the best in him. He liked it and as much as I would like him to see the better side of things, I know he is better off that way he is.

“So what does that mean? Is she?-” Beth chuckles at Kayces words.

“She is younger than you Kayce! Just 22” Almost 23 I thought. Jamie's words cause a groan from his brother who looks over to John for answers.

“It means I saw something and helped her become what she wanted in life. She spoke to me about going into law school and to show her gratitude she promised to do everything in her power to make me proud and devote herself to this family and she hasn’t failed since”

“She has helped me keep this family running and keeps you from jail.” Jamie says, taking a bit of his potato.

“She had been working behind the scenes since I asked her to come back months ago.” John adds finally starting to eat his dinner.

“So you paid for her school and are now moving her into the house in exchange for her service?” It was a question but to him it was a statement that he made his own answer from. “It will become a great headline” I see the annoyance now in John's face.

“I can assure you that being here will cause no harm in the farm's image. I will assure myself of that personally.” Beth chuckles again but Kayce takes it the wrong way. Getting up and excusing himself from the table.

“You don’t have too, it's not something he has a say about” John grabbed my arm before I could walk past him.

“If I am going to devote myself to this family like I promised I need him to trust me.” John nods letting go of me as I try to catch up to Kayce. I see a dark shadow walking down the path towards the foreman’s cabin. “Kayce!” I don’t see him turn around but he does turn right and leans over the fence. Goddamn dramatic Duttons. I shake my head with a mission, yet I don’t know what I am going to say when I reach him.

“I’ll ask the questions and I’ll tell you if you deserve to be here” I only gently smile and give him a nod. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at him. He spoke those words and it brought annoyance to his character. “What was the real reason behind him paying and allowing you to be here?” I shrugged in all honesty John and I never spoke about why he decided to help me out. I want to say it was for the kindness in his heart. We all know he takes prisoners and gives them work, it doesn’t sound like much but I can assure you it's a lot. Then there is Rip, a small boy who needed something and John gave him a start, a chance.

“I have no idea” I leaned against the fence, directing my gaze to the land before us. It was past 6 and the sun was way down. The crickets are already playing their tunes and the wind, singing along. “I am not one to usually put my take in things but I think it was because of you” I didn’t turn but I felt his gaze turn sharply to me. To be honest I was feeling a little nervous. Beth, Jamie and Lee had asked me the same question but I never told them what I actually thought the reason behind it was, one because I wasn’t sure and two because I was no one to put such an idea out there. “I came in around the time you left” Under his stare it felt like I was starting to run a fever. Chills went down my spine and I felt like I was burning, thankfully he turned back to the view in front of him. “I always was one to read people’s sadness and when I looked into his eyes, that was all I could see. At that moment I didn’t know why he was sad until later on when I met Beth. She told me all about it. The couple of weeks I spent in the ranch John was kind to me. Taking me in and treating me not like a worker but-” I cut myself off. It caused a bit of pain even thinking of such feelings. How for John I may be like his own child but I know that wasn’t true. Sure he cared for me but if it was between his own blood and me well, there was no question about it. I was pulling on my own heart strings and I needed to cut myself off. “I feel like I was just a right time, right place situation that helped him feel better about letting you go”

“How did you end up here?” He was avoiding my statement. The answer to that was something I haven’t told anyone except John. John had the right to know, but that wasn’t the case with Kayce or his siblings. I needed time. “By the looks of it I see you fighting yourself on whether you should tell me or not” I quickly shake my head.

“It's not a difficult choice. I have the right to not talk about it. Just like I told Beth, John had the right to know but it doesn’t mean it was easy. Am still dealing with my past and soon when everything is over, there will be no need to keep it hidden. Until then I ask them to trust me just like I trust the Dutton blindly”

“You ask for trust but we have more to lose with how much trust we put with you” He was right

“It might not be a lot but I could lose everything with putting my trust in you all. The Duttons are a full package and I choose to take that on no matter what. What you know of this family and its past since I have been here I have helped, if anything happens that could come back and bite me too. You know better than me that people here come and go just as fast as bullet trains”

A/N: I have found my new obsession.♥️. I don’t know where am going with this but I hope you guys like it. This app doesn’t have much of him so I hope that changes.

Thank you❤️.

#yellowstone #john dutton #kayce dutton #kayce dutton smut #jamie dutton #beth dutton #y/n #y/n l/n #reader #rip wheeler #Monica long #tate dutton

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heavenangelly · 5 months ago

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hello i love your blog I won't say I'm manifesting because I know that I changed everything a new face a new name my age my family my school and a lot of things I wrote a wonderful story for myself and lived happily in it I've known the law for 3 years. I've been on tumblr for 1 year and I love it here.Once upon a time I had the best days, there were no negative thoughts, no doubts, and I spent a month like this, it was like there was a curtain in front of my eyes. I was still in my old house, but I was so sure I was where I wanted to be and so many other things I wasn't even seeing my old reality.It was like everything was flying away and then I was like "Yes, everything is over, now 3D will reflect it" I think my problem is that I'm waiting for this reflection and I can't stop it. I'm low on motivation right now because I was dreaming of a great summer vacation.I don't keep at it but I can't stop waiting for the reflection Although not as much as before, I was able to enter my 4D self again and find peace there, but there are so many things that stress me out. I have X I know that but then I start waiting for confirmation again I guess it's become a cycle Last week I went on holiday to the city where I confirmed that I live, I was there, but now I'm back to my old city. I'm still there I know my true self is there I have to solve my problem of waiting for reflection my inner self is literally dying I hope you can help me I want this very much I have the life I want and I live it, I know and approve of it, but when 3D affects me, I say oh, it will change anyway and start waiting. The idea of everything changing suddenly scares me. I want to wake up one morning to the life I want.

Stop being afraid of the mirror, of YOURSELF. The 3d is just YOU. It’s just you manifested physically. It’s nothing but you.

What’s there to fear if it’s my mirror? - Edward Art

You need to let go of the 3d validating you and validate yourself instead. The 3d serves you, you do not serve it. Start seeking validation and approval within. It won’t feel easy at first, but the more frequently you do it, the more easier it will become. Just start trusting yourself and leave the mirror alone. Then your journey will become much easier

#law of assumption #ask #heavenangelly

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 6 months ago

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In Panem AU Fic Masterlist (2)

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Created: June 6th, 2024

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Golden-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: A mandatory law brought them together. Four years later, Peeta Mellark comes to District 12 to the daughter he’s never known and the wife he barely met. An In-Panem AU with the marriage law twist. Heart and Soul-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: In Panem AU (No Hunger Games). A Soulmates AU. Two weeks prior to Peeta Mellark’s 18th birthday, his best friend, Delly, notices a bright yellow dandelion adorning his arm and asks about it. He proceeds to tell her about the day it formed on his skin, the day after he tossed a starving Katniss Everdeen some bread. Delly, believing it’s a soul mark, takes Peeta to a mysterious traveler who can explain the concept to him. Turns out, it is a soul mark, and the situation turns dire when Peeta discovers there’s a time limit on making a connection with his soulmate, and he’s fast approaching it. If he doesn’t find a way to talk to Katniss, could it mean the end of his life? Innocence Within-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Prompt #59 of the Everlark Fic Exchange on Tumblr: Lighthearted Canon-Divergent, Snow's Hijacking backfires, reverting Peeta to a childlike state, where he pulls on Katniss' braids, and draws her pictures to let her know that he Likes-Likes her. By: @elaine-spades. "It hits me immediately, Haymitch and I are the only family Peeta has now, whatever is wrong with him, it'll be up to us to deal with.” Peeta has been rescued from the Capitol, Katniss will do her best to help The Boy with Bread come back to her. Or the one where she stays to help Peeta get better. It's All A Lie-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Unrest in District Twelve drives the Everdeen family to make choices they'd once thought would be impossible. Panem AU with no Games. Like The Stars Hold The Moon-VanillaCottonCandy (ao3) Summary: Their eyes full of shock and sympathy and sadness. And maybe a slight hint of relief. And for some reason, it doesn't compute right away. Nothing registers in my mind for a long beat of time. Nothing makes any sense, my thoughts completely frozen, for one long, harrowing moment. Until Effie repeats the name again. The name of the male tribute who will represent District Twelve in the Hunger Games. Who will go against Twelve's female tribute and the career pack and every other wildcard on a nationally televised death brawl. "Peeta Mellark!" / For the Everlark Fic Exchange 2021, Prompt 59, "Katniss' dad is a victor, he won his hunger games and is now a mentor. Peeta is reaped for the games and Katniss begs her dad to help him win the games. [submitted by anonymous]" Missteps-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: Gale needs to discuss future plans with Katniss. She's been hard to track down this particular Reaping Day. He hasn't even been able to congratulate her yet.

No Reason-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: It starts when their history teacher talks about ancient holidays and traditions of gift giving. It escalates when Katniss overhears Peeta talking about what would be his idea of a perfect gift for him. But what is she supposed to think when a gift, exactly what she needs, is left on her school desk one day, addressed to her. In Panem AU with no Games but still far too much poverty. Not Just Another Dumb Jock-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Modern AU (high school). Katniss is fed up with Peeta's brother Rye and vents to Peeta. She might be surprised to learn why Rye is playing pranks on her, and what's more, she might get yet another surprise in the process. One Panem-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Based on the Prompt: “How about this: Peeta, a capiltolite, is made to marry Katniss, a girl from 12’s Seam, as part of the ‘One Panem’ initiative.” By freddyfreak1999. On the Other Side of the Fence-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Peeta has always loved Katniss, even though he feels she's way out of his league. Katniss has always loved Peeta, even though she thinks she's not good enough for him, and that he only sees her as a friend. When Katniss is discovered by a modeling agency and whisked away to the Capitol, Peeta feels his whole world crashing down, especially considering he's just worked up the courage to tell her how he's felt all these years, his mother's opinion be damned. What will happen when she comes back as the 'Darling of the Capitol?' Did she mean what she said in her interview? She had to be talking about him, right?

#thglibrary masterlist #inpanemau #thg #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #masterlist #admin:e #everlark

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writtenonreceipts · 1 year ago

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Hi friend! How are you? I hope this sparks some ideas for your secret santa: N.12 for Elorcan, please?

Hi! I've been alright, I survived my holiday weekend and am back to the usual grind! I hope you're doing well! Thanks so much for sending me this, I really did enjoy this one!

from this prompt list

Prompt: "H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”->I tweaked it just a little.

AO3 Link Here

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Tear In My Heart

The gritty scent of cigarette smoke was the first thing Lorcan noticed when he entered the bar. Being this far out in the middle of nowhere Colorado led to no one caring about enforcing the law about indoor smoking, especially not the owner. Mort never seemed to care about that sort of thing and it showed. Lorcan doubted any sort of deep cleaning would ever rid the place of the stench so there was no use banning smoking. Especially not when it was accompanied by the sharp tang of alcohol and vomit.

Unfortunately, there was nowhere else to get a decent drink around here unless you sat out on your porch with your own. And even Lorcan didn't drink alone.

But there was another reason to come to the bar.

Eighties rock played through the speakers adding to the grungy atmosphere. Dim lights over the counter set everything in an orange haze. Even the neon lights of the different beer logos and other paraphernalia didn't add anything. Two pool tables sat in one of the back corners along with a dart board. No matter how few people were seated at the bar or various tables, it always felt overcrowded and tonight was no different.

All Lorcan focused on, however, was the woman behind the bar.

Her black hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face. He'd always found her beautiful, striking really, with her onyx eyes and pale skin, that sarcastic twist of her lips when she made a quip.

She hadn't noticed him yet, which was good, he didn't need to be caught starting. Instead, she was focused on pouring out a drink for the man across the counter from her. She laughed at something he said, though he didn't know what.

Lorcan felt his own blood heat at that and he strode across the hardwood floor in just a few quick steps. When he approached the bar, Elide finally noticed him and a smile lit up her entire face.

"Well, well," she said, sliding the drink to the other customer. "If it isn't Salvaterre."

"Lochan," he said. He took a seat a few stools down from the other man.

"Let me know if you need anything else, Dan," Elide said to the other man. She moved down the bar until she reached Lorcan. With her arms crossed she leaned against the polished wood so she could properly examine him. "You look like hell."

Lorcan rolled his eyes. It was true enough. This past week had been miserable. The small shop he ran had been struggling a bit and things at the ranch were not better. It shouldn't have surprised him, things always slowed down this time of year, but summer had been slower as well. And then there was the fact that he had feelings for the girl he could never have.

"I always look like this," he said. And because he was a bastard, he leaned forward, drawing closer to her.

"Yeah, you should do something about that," she said. Her endless black eyes stared directly into him as though she could see to his very soul. Then with a laugh she pulled back. "You want your usual?"

"Yeah, sure," he said. He watched her go as she turned for a new glass, a bottle of whiskey.

Elide had always been the sort of woman he knew he could never have. She was good, first off. She came from a good family with a good background. She'd graduated high school with honors even though she had pretty bad dyslexia. Then when her dad got sick she'd dropped out of college and left everything to move back home and help her mom out with bills by working at a crappy bar that probably doled out even crappier tips.

As she assembled the drink she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Just you tonight?"

"Nah, the twins'll show up eventually," he said. "And Rowan if he can drag himself away from another fight with Galathynius."

Elide snorted a laugh and she turned back to him with the drink. "Aw, upset your best friend actually has a life?"

"You know how annoying that woman is," Lorcan groused. He accepted the drink.

For the last year and a half, Aelin had been working at the Whitethorn ranch as a trauma specialist in youth and children for kids needing help in various forms of therapy. Rowan had inherited the business from his parents and for some reason thought it was a good idea to keep it running. Even if he and his lead psychologist did not get along.

"Yeah, that's why she's my best friend," Elide said drily. "She's a good person."

Lorcan doubted that but he'd shut up. There would be plenty of other chances to put his foot in his mouth tonight.

"I'll take your word for it," he said instead. He took a long drink, ice clinking gently in the cup.

"Well I am a very reliable source," she said.

And then she was gone to fix another round for a couple at one of the far tables. Lorcan watched her go, unable to look away from the sway of her hips or the sliver of skin that peeked out between the edge of her shirt and her jeans.

He only managed to tear his gaze away when the door of the bar opened and Fenrys Moonbeam entered. Lorcan knew it was him without even looking because Fen, annoying as hell, always made sure his presence was known.

"Lochan! How's it going?" Fenrys called, looping over to Lorcan. Behind him was the more subdued Connall, eyes glued to his phone. Lorcan had the sneaking suspicion that Connall was about to start dating someone. But being who he was, wouldn't talk about it until it was an actuality. Even quiet and distracted, Connall still managed to balance out his twin.

"Hi Fenrys," Elide called back. She kept with her current task of drink refills and checking the kitchen on a food order.

When Fenrys dropped into the stool beside Lorcan he smacked a hand on his shoulder.

"You know you're getting obvious, right?" Fenrys asked. "What's this? Three nights in a row?"

"He's not that much of a psychopath," Connall spoke, he dropped into the seat on the far side of Fenrys. "He puts a day between the visits."

"Shut up," Lorcan growled. He took another sip of whiskey, relishing in the bite as it slid down his throat.

Somehow, in some pathetic and sad twist of fate, his friends had learned of his crush on Elide. He blamed it on a night a few months ago involving too much tequila and spur of the moment round of truth or dare. It was pathetic enough that he was a thirty-year-old man playing truth or dare but to follow that up with the admission of having a crush? Pathetic.

He really had to get a life.

"You should make a move 's all I'm saying," Fenrys said. He snagged a half-filled bowl of pretzels from down the bar and dragged it closer so he could snack.

"He's right," Connall added, finally looking up from his phone. "She's not going to stay single forever. I heard Archer Finn wanted to ask her out."

Lorcan couldn't help his scowl. Finn was best described as being a player. One night stands, ghosting, playing games. He wasn't a good person. It was the one thing he could agree with Aelin Galathynius about. He certainly didn't deserve to even talk to Elide.

"Yeah, the scowl's real convincing about your feelings," Connall said.

"Archer's an ass," Lorcan said.

Fenrys laughed. "So are you and she still talks to you."

Lorcan kicked his chair. "Shut up."

"Man." Fenrys shook his head, brushing his blond curls from his eyes. "You've been obsessed with her for years. At this point it's your own fault if she gets picked up by someone else."

"I'm not--" Lorcan began.

"You have her shifts memorized," Connall said, "know her birthday, her mom's birthday, dude you got her flowers on her dads anniversary."

Lorcan was never telling Rowan anything ever again.

"Didn't you fix her car for free too?" Fenrys added, mouth full of pretzels.

In the last five years of knowing Elide, having moved to this town on a whim after school, Lorcan had indeed done all of those things. There had just been something about Elide and the first time he'd met her. It had been at this very bar, just a few months after her dad's passing. He hadn't been in the best of moods, admittedly that was usual for him, and she'd called him out on it.

Their friendship slowly developed from there where he'd learned all those things and more about Elide. He'd been in love with her as long as he could remember.

He couldn't say anything of course because he was Lorcan. He was the town miscreant who usually stayed on his property unless it was to come in for a drink. He managed the stables for the Whitethorn ranch and ran a side mechanic shop. Really, the jobs weren't stable and would likely only get worse from here. His father was an alcoholic, his mother gone since he was eighteen--he wasn't good enough for someone like Elide.

"She's going to figure out you're in love with her eventually," Connall said, "and what are you going to--"

Connall abruptly cut off with a rather colorful curse and Lorcan felt his blood freeze. He abandoned his drink and spun in his stool to find Elide standing behind them, half empty tray of drinks and plates in her hands.

Her eyes were too wide and her lips parted in shock.

"I-" Her gaze bounced between the three of them before settling on the floor. "I'll be out with drinks in a minute."

She dropped the tray on the nearest table and immediately left through the front door of the bar--not through the kitchens.

"Hell,” Lorcan muttered. He stood and punched Fenrys' shoulder for good measure. "Thanks for that."

"Connall's the one that actually said it!" Fenrys shouted.

Lorcan ignored him and launched himself out and across the bar to the door.

The cool air of the night immediately washed over him, clearing his senses of the heady scent of the bar. Overhead, a waning crescent hung in the sky with patches of stars filling the inky darkness.

He spun, looking for where Elide had gone. He knew she was still on shift and wouldn't take off without a replacement.

It didn't take long to spot her. She'd walked down the length of the sidewalk outside the bar a few yards away. Overhead, a streetlamp burned with pale light, illuminating her as she paced with quick, uneven steps. She tugged one hand through her hair, holding it out of her face as she muttered under her breath.

When Lorcan's boot scraped on the ground, she looked up. Her eyes were still wide and shock remained cleanly written on her face. Lorcan kept enough distance between them so that if she really wanted she could skirt around him and head back to the bar, but close enough that he could reach out to her too.

"How much did you hear?" he asked, because really that's all he really cared about, how much damage control he needed to do.

"Enough."

If there was one thing that Lorcan knew about Elide it was that she didn't shirk away from a problem. Even if she didn't like the situation or what may come with it. Just like now.

Her dark eyes met his and, for once, he couldn't read her. He'd gotten so used to knowing her little quirks that the radio silence unnerved him. Or maybe that was how it was supposed to be. Maybe he didn't actually know her and everything he thought he did know was more or less a facade, an illusion.

"Is it true?" she asked, voice soft and far more vulnerable than Lorcan was used to hearing from her. "Or were they just talking shit, I know how they are."

"I--" Lorcan scrubbed at his face, looking away. He didn't know if he could tell her the truth. If he did there was no guarantee of how she would respond. And he didn't know if he could take the rejection. Because something like this? It would ruin any semblance of friendship between them.

"Lorcan."

She wouldn't let him get away with the silence or the pretending to ignore what she had heard.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked.

"Yes." The hard line of her voice drew him back to her. With hands on her hips and the way her hair swept over one shoulder, Lorcan knew he wouldn't get away with delaying any longer.

The thing about it was that he didn’t like not being able to control the outcome of a given situation. And he knew more than anything that there was no controlling Elide. She was exactly who she was and would yield to no one.

Lorcan often put his foot in his mouth over so many things--especially when he had been younger. It simply became easier to act. Which was what he did then.

In two sweeping steps, he reached her. Lorcan cupped her face in his hands, feeling how soft her skin was against his own calluses. Her dark eyes gleamed in the streetlamp overhead, her full mouth opening in surprise.

Lorcan acted without thinking when he kissed her. All he was really focused on was wiping that look of mixed hurt and confusion from her face--to show her exactly how he felt.

A part of Lorcan thought she would shove him away, but instead her hands gripped the front of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric to pull him closer. Her lips were soft against his, soft and warm and everything he’d imagined in all these years. And when she exhaled a soft moan, Lorcan nearly broke at that sound alone.

One of his hands slipped into her hair, the thick locks like silk in his fingers. His other hand went to her waist as he tugged her closer. He could feel her warmth and her soft curves and all he could think that he wanted more. More of her and more of what they could have.

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered against his lips. She broke away only to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily as she met his gaze.

He leaned in close enough to press his forehead against hers even though all he could think about was kissing her again and memorizing the way she felt against him.

“I’m in love with you,” he told her, voice soft. He’d never said these words to anyone before and they felt strange on his tongue. But he knew they were true and he knew that he had to say them at least once. And it would only be for her.

He felt her tremble in his arms and listened to the sharp inhale of breath she made. When she didn’t try and pull away from him, Lorcan felt a bit of hope rise in his chest. Instead, Elide tilted her chin until her lips brushed against his. The touch was barely there and hardly even a kiss but Lorcan swore he came alive with that simple act.

“It took you long enough,” she replied. Her dark eyes stared into him with a spark of that same fire that had first caught his attention five years ago.

When she kissed him she held nothing back. Her mouth was firm and insistent, her hands moving with determination until her fingers curled over his shoulders keeping right where she wanted.

And for the first time since he’d moved to this town, he felt like he’d finally come home.

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tagging still is not functioning properly, so if you'd reblog/comment I'd really appreciate it! Y'all are so great <3

#elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elide x lorcan #throne of glass #tog #fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic

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medusapelagia · 9 months ago

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Steddie Events March Update

As everyone knows by now I’m an event addict... and a dealer! So I’ll try to do my best to share every event I know of each month!

Let’s start with my favorite pairing which is: Steddie!!!

Steddie Holiday drabbles (@steddieholidaydrabbles)After an amazing series of Christmas prompts, Steddie Holiday drabbles is ready to give us even more prompts during the year! These are some of their ideas, but keep an eye on their Tumblr page for more info! March 19th - Spring (think spring cleaning, spring into action, the season itself, etc.) May 25th-26th - Graduation (high school, college, kindergarten, anything) June 15th - Summer (vacations, heat waves, swimming, anything you may do in the summer) September 25th - Anniversary (getting together, wedding, dating, etc.) Event info

Steddie Microfic (@steddiemicrofic) Wynn (@wynnyfryd) and Mickala (@steddieas-shegoes) are so kind to give us a new prompt each month! This month's prompt is: pin! 388 words! Event info

Steddie Song Fic (@steddiesongfics) The wonderful Mickala (@steddieas-shegoes) gives us lyrics prompts every month! This is MARCH TRACKLIST: Inertia - AJR Breaking The Law - Judas Priest illicit affairs - Taylor Swift Ohio (Come Back To Texas) - Bowling For Soup Cherry Bomb - The Runaways Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean Event info

Steddie Big Bang (@steddiebang2024) It’s the Big Bang, it’s Steddie, what else can I say apart from how excited I am? Sign Ups for Authors, Artists, Pinch Hitters, Betas: March 15 - April 15 Event info

Sub Eddie Week (@subeddieweek) From the 14th to the 20th of April an entire week to write about Sub Eddie! Both in a sexual way or not! Event info

Steddie Summer Exchange (@steddiesummerexchange) The prompts have been assigned and we'll start posting in June!

As always feel free to reblog and add other events!

If you want to read something, under the cut the AO3 Collections and Master Post of some past events:

Steddie Vday Exchange OMEGAVERSE: Here is the AO3 collection!

Steddie Vday Exchange NOT omegaverse: Here is the AO3 collection!

Welcome to Steddie Love Month (@steddielovemonth) Here is the Master post!

#stranger things event #steddie events #signal boost #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things events

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"A Family Weekend" - A Future Wenclair Family Comedy Adventure Tale

Story Summary: On the day before Wednesday and Enid's children turn eighteen, the family cat is accused of some wrong doing; which results in the most wacky and insane adventure for the Wenclair Family yet!

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin seventeen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world with her girlfriend (and now fiancé) Megan. Ana meanwhile is a different story. Today we explore what the entire Addams Family is up to just one day before all of our teenage characters turn eighteen years old... and just one week before the planned date for Harmony and Megan's wedding...

"A Family Weekend"

Written by: "Fun But Shy Girl"

Story by: "Shadow From The Past"

One Saturday morning, Wednesday was in her living quarters at Nevermore Academy eagerly pounding away at her typewriter while writing a novel. However her typing was soon interrupted by Enid walking into room as she said, "Howdy roomy." As Wednesday kept her eyes fixed on her type writer, she said, "Enid, I am attempting to finish my latest novel; and you know how I value my writing time on Saturdays." Then Enid lovingly put her hands on Wednesday's shoulders as she said, "I know... but... tonight is Family Movie Night! I know we postponed it twice already now, but I really wanna make sure we don't back out tonight. Harmony and Ana turn eighteen tomorrow, and I want us to spend their last night as our little girls watching a movie with us like we've always done once every year. Which means... no feigning illnesses, no setting loose tarantulas all over the room, and no claiming you have some demons to go fight... again. Family Movie Night is about family!" Wednesday then turned to look at Enid, and immediately saw her wife's pleading eyes.

Wednesday rolled her own eyes, sighed, and then said, "Very well Enid. As we negotiated during our first year of marriage, I shall honor my commitment to watch one non-holiday related film of your choosing from start to finish during the month of our children's birth." Then Enid moved her mouth near Wednesday's ear as she said, "And just a little reminder... that means no criticizing the movie in any way, no repulsive comments on how emotions in the film are conveyed, and no complaints about the seemingly long run time. Understood?" Wednesday then glared at Enid as she said, "Can I at least know what the name of the film that shall torture me is ahead of time?" Then a grinning Enid said, "No Wens-babe. Not knowing what the film is ahead of time is part of the fun!" Then a smiling Enid skipped out of the room, while an angry looking Wednesday turned to look at her type writer once more.

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In the student restaurant at Nevermore Academy: Harmony and Megan were sitting at a table with Megan's parents: Max and Alisha. As Alisha was glancing at her phone, she said, "So as of now, the forecast for your outdoor wedding is looking like clear skies. However if the weather does become bad, we already have the nearby rec center booked out." A smiling Harmony looked grateful as she said, "Thank you Mister and Mrs Zimmerman. I don't think I can show enough gratitude to you both for paying for this wedding ceremony." Max smiled as he said, "Harmony, you're about be our daughter in law. Feel free to start calling us mom and dad. We're family now, and we're happy to help. Besides, I may be unfamiliar with the traditions of werewolf unions, and I have no idea what the traditional Addams Family Mamushka Dance is... but I insist you allow me to carry out my family's tradition of the father of the beautiful bride covering any costs for a wedding." Then Alisha interrupted Max as she said, "Actually Max, I told Wednesday and Enid they can cover the costs of 15th century swords and ancient werewolf talismans... especially since I didn't even know where to look for things like that on eBay."

Megan smiled as she said, "The point is it sounds like we're just about ready for our wedding now... although we still haven't picked out a wedding song for our first dance at the reception." Then just as Ana came over to refill everyone's drinks, she said, "You do know Lady Gaga makes the best wedding music, right? Bloody Mary would be a perfect song for you both. I mean the internet somehow already decided that particular song works perfect whenever members of our family rock their best moves." Harmony glared at Ana as she said, "Ana, we are not doing Lady Gaga music at our wedding!" Ana rolled her eyes as she said, "Fine. Your loss. I'll just enjoy dancing to it alone with Gerard after we go haunt some counterfeit money operators we plan to take down next Monday. " A curious Harmony then asked, "Who is this Gerard you keep mentioning?" Ana suddenly had a panicked face as she yelled, "I don't have a crush on him!" Everyone then turned to look at Ana with confused faces. Ana suddenly looked very nervous as she said, "Umm... I'm gonna go see how Stormageddon the Conqueror is doing in the kitchen."

Then as Ana headed to the kitchen, Megan's brother Edward walked over to the group as he said, "You like paaaancakes!?" Alisha smiled as she said, "They were actually incredibly delicious son. Thank you." Then as Max began to stand up, he said, "Well, we have to go take Edward to meet with his inclusion specialist now. We'll see you all later." Max, Alisha, and Edward then left the school restaurant, while Harmony and Megan waved to them. A smiling Harmony then looked at Megan as she said, "Your brother is such a sweet guy. I feel bad that once we get married and graduate from here, we won't get to spend as much time with him." Then Megan causally said, "Well we'll likely have him around a lot more once my parents get too old to take care of him." Harmony quickly looked caught off guard as she said, "What!? Edward is gonna move in with us?" Megan looked a bit confused as she said, "I mean... obviously not right away, but... he's my brother. Once my parents get too old, it'll be up to us to look after him."

Harmony looked a bit worried as she said, "Megan, I... I like your brother, but... I just didn't think I'd be caring for him in my own home one day." Megan closed her eyes, sighed, and then looked at Harmony as she said, "It's my fault I didn't even think about bringing up Edward in our premarital counseling sessions. Look... I know there's lots of programs out there that help adults with disabilities in very comfortable accommodation settings... but I don't want my brother being taken care of by strangers. I want him to always be in the company of family. Look... my parents are still gonna look after Edward for a long time... so can we take some time to think about this and discuss it later?" Harmony took a deep breath... and then nodded her head as she said, "Okay."

Then Ana suddenly walked over to the two, while her cat was sitting on her shoulder. An excited Ana then said, "Guys. You need to try the new chocolate pancakes Stormageddon the Conqueror just made! They're made completely out of chocolate!" Then a confused Megan asked, "If they're made completely out of chocolate... wouldn't they just be... chocolate?" Then a nervous Ana put a finger near her mouth as she said, "Shhh! Don't let the government know about that! If the truth gets out, they'll cover our secret like the Roswell conspiracy! Oh, by the way Harmony - a letter just came for you in the mail." Ana then handed Harmony a letter. Harmony's eyes immediately widened as she said, "Oh my God! This must be my acceptance letter to Jordan University. After Megan got hers weeks ago, I was wondering what happened to mine." As an excited Harmony opened her letter, a smiling Megan said, "Oh boy. Once you're in babe, we are immediately going to pick out the best couples dorm on campus to live in."

Then as Harmony looked at her letter... her face immediately looked down as she said, "I didn't get in. I mean... they say I'm on the wait list, but... how did this happen?" Then a frustrated Megan said, "How could they not let you in!? I mean... you're a genius!" Then Ana nodded her head as she casually said, "Yeah. I mean you and Megan used to build giant robots before doing the strange and unexplainable became monopolized by me and Stormageddon the Conqueror. There's no good season why they shouldn't have let you in." Megan looked at Harmony with a determined look in her eyes as she said, "You totally need to meet with the admissions officer in person and make them see you are totally Jordan University material!" A disappointed looking Harmony then said, "Yeah, but it could take weeks to make an appointment." Then Ana quickly began texting on her phone as she said, "Actually... I just got you an appointment this afternoon!" A wide eyed Harmony looked at her sister with amazement as she said, "Seriously!? How did you pull that off!?" Then Ana casually said, "Oh. Stormageddon the Conqueror is on the Jordan University Board of Directors."

A very confused Megan then said, "Hold on! How can your cat be on the board of directors of the biggest university in our state?" Ana continued to sound casual as she said, "He made a record size contribution to the school, which allowed him immediate special privileges... including ensuring that a class on the history of feline worship is a mandatory course for individuals in every major. But regardless, you better get prepared for that interview Harmony." Harmony immediately jumped up and hugged Ana as she said, "Thanks sis." Then Harmony quickly gave Ana's cat a quick kiss on the cheek as she said, "And thank you Stormageddon the Conqueror." Then as Harmony quickly rushed out of the restaurant, an impressed Megan said, "Well I gotta say Ana... you have a pretty amazing cat there." Then as a happy Ana stroked her cat, she smiled while saying, "Aw, yeah. Everyone loves Stormageddon the Conqueror."

Then suddenly a female voice filled the restaurant yelling, "There's the cat we hate!" Ana turned her head with a confused face, as she saw a blonde woman in her late 30's (wearing a long dress and stockings) carrying a box into the restaurant. A confused Ana then asked, "Can I help you ma'am?" The blonde woman pointed at Ana's cat as she yelled, "Oh, you can help all right! Help explain the terrible crime your cat committed upon my family!" Just as the blonde woman finished saying her last sentence - Wednesday and Enid walked into the restaurant looking confused and concerned. The two then approached the blonde woman as Enid said, "Ma'am, if you have a problem with our daughter and her cat, your problem is also with us." Wednesday then calmly looked at the woman as she said, "Please state your name and issue." The blonde woman glared directly at Wednesday as she said, "You may call me Mrs Weiss... and my issue is this!" The blonde woman then opened up her box, and showed a female mother cat with many kittens laying near it. An excited Enid immediately had her face light up as she said, "Aww! They're so cute!" Mrs Weiss then looked angry as she said, "Yeah! I'm sure they look cute to you all... and quite familiar... because the one who violated Miss Whiskers here, and the one who is the father to these kittens... is Stormageddon the Conqueror!" A very startled Ana then yelled, "What!?" Ana's cat meanwhile had his eyes widen as he yelled, "Rowr!?"

Mrs Weiss then pointed at Ana's cat as she said, "I've seen your cat hanging around my place before flirting with Miss Whiskers! But when Miss Whiskers rejected your cat's advances, he forced her into early motherhood! For his crime, I demand restitution from your family!" Ana then glanced at her cat as she said, "You know anything about this Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana's cat quickly turned his head back and forth as he said, "Rowr." Ana then glared at Mrs Weiss while she said, "Stormagedon the Conqueror doesn't even know Miss Whiskers! Where's your proof!?" Mrs Weiss held up several photographs as she said, "What proof do you need!? The kittens look just like your cat! They only need mini hats to look the same! Plus, I've got photos of your cat running through my backyard!" Then Ana angerly yelled, "Stormageddon the Conqueror takes short cuts through lots of people's backyards during his daily runs!"

Mrs Weiss looked more angry than ever now as she yelled, "No more excuses! I'm gonna bleed your family dry in court until you finally give Miss Whiskers all she's due in both child support and the lifelong therapy sessions she'll need after the violation she endured! I demand restitution this very weekend!" Then Enid stepped forward as she said, "Mrs Weiss, lets please be reasonable. As much we all seem to love our respective pets... I don't think any major court is going to take a case related to feline parentage... and especially not on a weekend." Then a reluctant Megan raised up her hand, and then slowly said, "Well... I don't know if I should be recommending this... but I think I do know of an establishment that could solve your dispute very quickly..."

***

Harmony sat in an admissions office (wearing well dressed clothes) while facing a well dressed man who had black hair and glasses on his head. As Harmony sat slightly nervous (but still excited), she said, "Thank you so much for meeting with me today Mister Glicker." The admissions officer: Mister Glicker remained calm, but looked mildly unimpressed as he said, "Well, it would seem I have orders from above to give your application a more thorough review. Now then... I see you're currently obtaining your final high school credits at Nevermore Academy. That's the renowned school for outcasts, is it not?" Harmony quickly nodded her head as she said, "Yes... and there are normies attending there as well now. It's become all inclusive in recent years." Mister Glicker then glared at Harmony as he said, "Yes, well even with that being said, Nevermore Academy still is infamous for admitting anyone that identifies as different. However at this school we only accept students that wish to succeed! As a professor myself, I can say without a doubt the most disheartening thing I experienced in the role of educator is wasting my time teaching students that don't take their education seriously." Harmony then quickly said, "Oh, I take my education incredibly seriously sir."

Mister Glicker then leaned back in his chair slightly, while looking at a piece of paper as he said, "Is it your education you take seriously? I see someone you know has already put your name down on the application for one of the couples dorms. Her name is Megan Zimmerman, and she lists your name as her soon to be wife." Harmony began to look more nervous as she said, "Well, yes my fiance did apply to this school as well, and got in... but I assure you I was planning to attend here long before I made any plans of marriage." Mister Glicker put his paperwork down as he said, "Well even if this school did let you in, we would like to know if you understand the risk that your new marriage may pose to your studies' as it may act as a distraction, or may pose a hindrance to both your relationship and studies." Harmony had a determined look in her eyes as she said, "My two mothers got married young as well, and they were able to start up both a business and a family at the same time, and they did it with a lot less money in the bank at the beginning. However they both grew their business, and saved up lots of money so that I could afford to go to college, expand my mind, and look for opportunities they maybe couldn't have had. And thanks to them, my entire family is now only seen in an incredibly respectable light by highly respectable members of the community at large!"

***

A middle aged man stood in front of a large TV studio audience as he said, "Everyone, lets welcome the Addams Family to the Gary Sprinovich Show!" Then as Wednesday and Ana (with her cat on her shoulder) walked into the large TV studio, a large crowd of young adults in the audience immediately began yelling, "Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary!" As Wednesday walked over to her chair on stage, she looked incredibly uncomfortable and angry. Ana meanwhile looked very confidant as she sat down in a chair with her cat. On the other side of the stage, Mrs Weiss sat holding her own cat. As the audience settled down, the male host: Gary looked at the audience while saying, "Welcome back to another special episode of our On the Road Tour. So for those that are just joining in: Mrs Weiss here has a cat named Miss Whiskers, who just gave birth to a litter of kittens." On a TV screen nearby, video footage was shown of the baby kittens. The entire audience immediately said, "Awwwww." Then Gary looked directly at the audience as he said, "But according to Mrs Weiss, the father of these kittens is Stormageddon the Conqueror, who denies ever even knowing Miss Whiskers. So Mrs Weiss, tell us your side of the story."

Mrs Weiss looked very calm while looking at Gary as she said, "Well Gary, I saw Stormageddon the Conqueror pushing some very special catnip into my yard one day, if you know what I'm saying; hoping my little Miss Whiskers would start sniffing it... and when she did, that crazy male cat forced Miss Whiskers into some feline five minutes of heaven deal, and then bailed on taking responsibility for his offspring." Then an angry Ana yelled, "That is not true! Stormageddon the Conqueror is not some kind of player. He's a respectable business leader, philanthropist, music star, five star chef, and respected consultant with both the CIA and FBI! He is no player. However what this women is doing here is try to play the system and get some serious money from my family! Everyone knows my mom: Wednesday Addams here is loaded. You think this is the first time someone has tried to advantage of our family!" Gary then looked at Wednesday as he said, "Now Mrs Addams, thanks to the Netflix series based on your life, it is common knowledge now that you've made many enemies that have tried to harm you in your life. Do you think Mrs Weiss may secretly be attempting to be yet another in a long line of people attempting to hurt you and your family?"

Wednesday then glared directly at a nearby TV camera as she said, "Gary, I have been nearly killed by demons, came close to being transformed into a zombie, was nearly defeated by an army of sirens and lizard creatures, had my life almost taken by a dark alternate universe version of myself... and yet, the only true enemy I see to all humanity is you and this tabloid trash program I have regretfully put myself on." Gary chuckled, and then smiled to the camera as he said, "Guilty as charged." The audience of young adults all laughed loudly, and then began excitedly chanting, "Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary! Gary!" Meanwhile at the front of the audience, Enid and Megan sat together. Enid then glanced at Megan as she said, "You actually thought this would be a good idea!?" Megan looked guilty as she said, "His show always gets results. I'm sorry."

Meanwhile on stage, Mrs Weiss began putting on tears as she said, "I'm not here to be a bad woman. I'm a kind gentle lady who has an American flag planted firmly on her lawn, who always stands for the national anthem, believes in free speech, loves apple pie, and keeps a pocket copy of the US constitution in her purse at all times." The entire audience then immediately said, "Awwww." Ana made an angry look as she said, "Are you all crazy people!? Are you seriously showing us that all someone has to do is yell about how they love America, and suddenly almost no one believes they've ever committed a crime!?" Wednesday then leaned over to Ana as she quietly said, "Welcome to the senseless world of adulthood Ana."

Then Gary walked closer to the ladies as he said, "Now Ana, I'm sure it must be rough for you to have a cat so young suddenly become a parent." Then Ana casually said, "Oh, Stormageddon the Conqueror isn't as young as he looks. I simply give him cute pills that I obtained from the Secret Mystical Caves of Minnesota to keep him looking youthful and adorable." Gary then sat near Ana as he said, "Regardless... lets be completely honest here... are you not telling me your cat doesn't remotely look like Miss Whisker's kittens?" The nearby TV screen now showed a close up image of Ana's cat, next to an image of the kittens. An angry Mrs Weiss then pointed to the screen as she said, "Look at the noses! Look at the fur! Those are his kittens I tell you! His kittens!" Then Gary looked directly at Ana's cat as he said, "Now Stormageddon the Conqueror, you still claim you're not the father. Is that correct?" Ana's cat nodded his head while saying, "Rowr."

Then Gary tried to sound casual as he said, "Now I hear you actually have a steady girlfriend right now named Princess Snuggles. So if our DNA test reveals you are the father to Miss Whiskers' kittens, how do you think your girlfriend would feel?" Ana's cat then tilted his head down slightly as he nervously said, "Rowr." Then Gary made a little smile as he said, "Well Stormageddon the Conqueror, what would you say if I told you that your girlfriend: Princess Snuggles was backstage right now!?" Then Ana's cat suddenly looked worried as he said, "Rowr!?" Then a very nervous Ana said, "Hold on! You didn't tell us about this!" Then video footage appeared on the nearby TV screen of a white female cat standing backstage. Then Gary held out his arm as he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Princess Snuggles!"

Then the white cat: Princess Snuggles walked onto the stage, as most of the young adult audience jumped out of their seats and yelled, "Ooooohhhhhhhh!" Then the other female cat: Miss Whiskers jumped off Mrs Weiss' lap and stood on the stage. Princess Snuggles then angerly looked at Miss Whiskers as she yelled, "Rowr! Rowr!" Then Miss Whiskers turned her body to the side and calmly said, "Meow, meow. Meow, meooooow." Then Princess Snuggles immediately yelled, "ROWR!" Then Princess Snuggles immediately jumped at Miss Whiskers with her claws out. Miss Whiskers fought back, and soon both female felines were fighting each other across the stage. As security guards ran onto the stage trying to get between the two female cats, Ana looked worried while she yelled, "Stop it you two!" Wednesday meanwhile just looked disgusted as she turned her head away. However the young adult audience looked extremely excited, as they all started jumping up and down as they screamed, "GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY!" Then Gary simply turned to looked at the camera, smiling as he said, "Well how about that folks!? A real cat fight on our show! We'll come back to see how these crazy cats work things out... after the break."

***

Harmony was sitting in the admission office as she was still nervously facing Mister Glicker. Mister Glicker then glared at Harmony as she said, "I must say Harmony, you're checking all the boxes of what a student is supposed to say in these interviews... but I've also heard plenty of other students say the same thing. It's all phony talk they don't actually mean. For years now I've encountered overconfident students that think they can take on any challenge life has for them. However as soon as classes really begin, reality comes crashing down on them, and I have students in my office crying over the fact that they're failing every course they're in. What makes you different than all the other lazy dreamers I've encountered before?"

Harmony took a deep breath, and then looked directly at Mister Glicker's face as she said, "Sir... I can understand your reluctance to what might happen if I attend your college. It's obvious you see me as a wild card. You fear I may be someone trying to skate in on the title of equal opportunity, or just wanna play house in college. However, I ask you not to judge me based on fears and assumptions, but rather on what I vow I will do as a student here. I understand that in college, I will have to fend for myself as many unexpected challenges come my way. Yes, I will be married by the time I start classes here. However my wife will be busy being a student as well. Each of us will be enrolling in different majors. So we'll both be on different paths in which we will have to figure out unique solutions to unique difficulties all on our own. But I promise I will work as hard as possible to always work smarter and not harder at every challenge that comes my way. To quote my mother, Wednesday Addams: Instead of cutting off the hydra's head and having it attack you with two others, sometimes you have to try to strangle it little by little to truly defeat it."

Mister Glicker then looked surprised as he said, "Wait a minute. I thought the last name was just a coincidence, but... is your mother the Wednesday Addams?" Harmony looked a bit surprised herself as she said, "Yes. Is that a problem?" Mister Glicker smiled as he said, "Well, actually..." Then suddenly the two heard loud chanting through the walls. A confused Harmony then asked, "What's going on?" Mister Glicker groaned, and then said, "They rent out the school auditorium to just about anyone these days, and sometimes our guests forget this is still an operating school on Saturdays. Excuse me for a minute as I tell the people renting our space to quiet down a bit." Mister Glicker then left the room as a curious Harmony followed him.

***

In the TV studio, Gary looked at the TV camera as he said, "Welcome back folks. Now before we went to commercial break, Stormageddon the Conqueror's girlfriend: Princess Snuggles, and Stormageddon the Conqueror's alleged mistress: Miss Whiskers got into a tussle. Now, everyone has agreed to calm down until we give the DNA results. Now Stormageddon the Conqueror, if it is proven you are the father of these kittens, will you and your family promise to help give whatever money they need to be well taken car of?" Ana's cat closed his eyes, and then silently nodded his head. Ana meanwhile just sighed, and calmly said, "Whatever." Then Gary looked at Mrs Weiss as he said, "And Mrs Weiss... if Stormageddon the Conqueror is not the father, will your promise to let this controversy go?" Mrs Weiss sighed, and then said, "I suppose." Gary then opened up an envelope, and looked at a paper in it as he said, "Now then, according to our DNA test... in the case of Miss Whisker's litter of kittens... Stormageddon the Conqueror... you are not the father."

The entire young adult audience immediately yelled, "Ooooohhhh!" Mrs Weiss meanwhile looked angry as she yelled, "What!?" Ana at the same moment: jumped out of her seat and began to dance as she excitedly yelled, "I told you! Yeah! Whoomp! There it is! Whoomp! There it is!" Then Ana immediately began break dancing, twerking, and doing flips on the stage... while Wednesday turned her head away in shame. Mrs Weiss then angerly stood up as she screamed, "Arrgh! How dare that idiot guy at the DNA lab not falsify the results like I told him to!? How much does a woman have to bribe someone to get things her way!?" Everyone immediately began to quiet down, as a suddenly more concerned Wednesday said, "What did you say?" Mrs Weiss then looked furious as she said, "Errgh. After all these years I was finally going to get my revenge on the Addams Family by dragging their name into scandal, and draining their family's fortune in cat related bills. But instead, I have to settle for my backup plan!"

Then Miss Whiskers and her many kittens stood near Mrs Weiss as they began to loudly hiss. Mrs Weiss then yelled, "I call upon the ancient demon: Ahpuch, whom I sold my soul to! Transform your hell beasts into their true form to do my bidding!" Then Miss Whiskers and her kittens began to glow a dark red color. Then in an instant, all of Mrs Weiss' cats transformed into large red lions with fangs. Many members of the audience screamed and began to run away in terror. However Gary just smiled as he walked over to the lion beasts while excitedly saying, "My God, my ratings are about to go through the roof!" Then one of the lion beasts quickly pounced on Gary... and immediately began to eat him (with Gary screaming as he was eaten alive). Meanwhile Harmony and Mister Glicker walked into the room through a nearby door and immediately saw what was going on. Mister Glicker's eyes widened as he said, "I heard a TV show was going to use our school auditorium for something crazy this weekend... but nothing like this." Then a worried Harmony said, "Hold on. That's my family over there."

Meanwhile a confused Wednesday stood up, and glared at Mrs Weiss as she said, "Why are you doing this Mrs Weiss!? What did my family do to you?" Mrs Weiss glared at Wednesday as she said, "It's what you specifically did to me all those years ago that started this Wednesday Addams! You see Weiss is the name I took on when I married my late husband. However you knew me years ago under a different name... for I am your old mortal enemy... Amanda Buckman!"

Ana instantly gasped as she said, "Oh my gosh! She's... someone I don't recognize or know of." Wednesday looked very confused as she said, "Nor do I." The blonde woman: Amanda, looked angry as she said, "What do you mean you don't remember me!? You only ruined my childhood! Do I have to go through a series of flashbacks to remind you how you destroyed my life all those years ago Wednesday Addams!?" Then Ana raised her hand as she said, "Yes please!" Amanda rolled her eyes, and then said, "Well... it was over 25 years ago at Camp Chippewa..."

*Flashbacks to Long Ago:

Young Wednesday Addams was standing with her family on the first day of camp. A young Amanda walked over to Wednesday as she said, "Hi. I'm Amanda Buckman. Why are you dressed like that?" Wednesday glared at Amanda as she said, "Like what?" Then Amanda looked confused as she said, "Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?" Wednesday had a deadly look in her eyes as she said, "Wait."

Days later during swimming lessons, the camp counselor looked at the campers as they said, "Now who wants to pretend to be the drowning victim, and who wants to be the life saver?" Amanda then excitedly said, "I'll be the victim!" Wednesday rolled her eyes as she said, "All your life." Amanda however kept a happy face on as she said, "I'm gonna be an actress." The camp counselor then said, "Brava! Now Amanda, jump in, swim out a few yards, and start drowning." Amanda then jumped into the water, and quickly began to pretend she was drowning as she said, "Help me! Help me! I'm drowning! Help me! I'm dying!" Then Amanda went under the water as a deadpan Wednesday said, "I can't swim." Then everyone began to get worried as Amanda disappeared under the water, and only bubbles could be seen coming up.

At the end of the camp season, the campers were performing a Thanksgiving play. As Wednesday stood on stage dressed as a Native American, she looked at Amanda and the other popular girls at camp (dressed as Pilgrims) while saying, "You have taken the land that is rightfully ours! Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts." As the camp counselors tried to stop what Wednesday was doing, an angry Wednesday proclaimed, "The Gods of my tribe have spoken! They have said do no trust the Pilgrims... especially Sarah Miller." Then Wednesday turned to look right at Amanda in character as she said, "And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground." Suddenly many other campers joined Wednesday in attacking Amanda and her friends on stage, along with wreaking havoc on the camp. As fire was set to the stage, Amanda was tied to a wooden stake by Wednesday's allies, and even had an apple shoved in her mouth (while gasoline was poured near her feet). The adults could do nothing though as many campers shot arrows of fire at them (along with many other dangerous pranks). Then as fire and screaming surrounded her, Wednesday casually walked towards the tied up Amanda with a very calm face. Then as Amanda tried to scream through the apple in her mouth, Wednesday pulled out a match that was tucked in her hair, lit the match, held the match between her fingers for a moment as she smiled... and then threw the match at Amanda's feet.

In the present, adult Amanda yelled, "I got third degree burns on my legs, which destroyed any dreams I had to be a swimsuit model! Not that I'd want to get near the water anyway after nearly drowning because of you! Thanks to that traumatic event, I can never go to beaches or lakes or pools again! And when I went back to school right after camp ended, people found out I was wearing a wig after you scalped me, and I never recovered from that humiliation! From there, I lost all confidence in myself and lost every opportunity to find success. My entire life was ruined because you decided to make me your mortal enemy that summer!" Wednesday then looked at Amanda with a confused face as she said, "Honestly... I don't remember any of that. I've tortured more people that I've found repulsive than I can count. It's not that I doubt your claims. However the events you describe from our shared experience seem far too insignificant for my childhood mind to remember." Then tears of anger filled Amanda's face as she screamed, "I was too insignificant for you to remember!? Well, you'll certainly remember me now... when you spend the rest of your life burning in hell knowing I sent you there! Attack them my beasts!"

Amanda motioned to her multiple red lion beasts. The lion beasts then ran at Wednesday and Ana with their fangs out... but then suddenly Enid and Harmony (in werewolf form) jumped onto the stage and punched several of the lion beasts to the ground. They were immediately followed by Megan who fired an arrow from a crossbow at another beast. Wednesday and Ana then each took out swords they had been hiding behind their backs, while a glaring Wednesday said, "You may have wild beasts from hell, but I have something far more dangerous and deadly... my family!" Amanda looked angry as she yelled, "Get up my beasts!" Then as Wednesday, Enid, Harmony, Ana, and Megan stood together; Wednesday calmly said, "I've read of these beasts. They are simply phantoms from hell with no soul. They were never alive... so feel no inclination to hold back."

Then as Amanda stood tall and proud she yelled, "You cannot defeat my creatures that easily Wednesday Addams! These beasts are the former pets of Lucifer himself. There is no way you and your pathetic clan can stop..." However Amanda stopped talking as she suddenly realized Wednesday, Enid, Harmony, Ana, and Megan were already attacking her beasts... and within seconds the attacks of swords, claws, and arrows instantly caused all of the lion beasts to be torn apart to shreds. Amanda immediately fell to her knees scared, while Wednesday (covered in blood from the lion beasts) walked towards Amanda with her sword out. As Amanda began to cower in fear, Wednesday looked blankly at Amanda as she said, "I believe I do remember you now. Didn't you used to sell girl scout cookies in town when you were young?" A confused but still scared Amanda said, "Yes, I did." Then Wednesday held her sword up as she said, "Well... I think I'm finally ready to try some delicious girl scout cookies... made from real former girl scouts." Then Amanda closed her eyes as she screamed, "Aaaaahhhhhh!"

***

An hour later, police were on the scene taking statements from various individuals. As a normal looking Harmony was wiping some blood off her clothes, Wednesday walked over to her as she said, "I assume we interrupted your college admissions interview." Harmony sighed as she said, "Yeah, well... family comes first." Then suddenly Mister Glicker ran over to Harmony as he said, "Harmony, you were amazing just now! The way you fought against those beasts with such determination and strong will... you are certainly no slouch!" Then an excited Harmony asked, "So am I accepted into the school then?" Mister Glicker then happily said, "Of course. Although... if you had just told me your mother was the Wednesday Addams from the start of our interview, I would've immediately accepted your application. I mean... your mother and I do go way back." Wednesday then looked at Mister Glicker as she said, "Do I know you?" Mister Glicker smiled as he said, "Of course you do. Amanda isn't the only person you met at Camp Chippewa that never forgot you." Wednesday looked carefully at Mister Glicker's face for a moment... and then her eyes widened as she said, "Joel?" A confused Harmony then asked, "Who?"

*Flashbacks to Long Ago:

As a young Wednesday and Joel sat near a lake together at camp, Wednesday asked, "Are you really allergic?" Joel nodded as he said, "Uh huh. To almost everything." Wednesday rolled her eyes as she said, "No you're not." Then Joel calmly said, "Am too. I can't have dairy products, or wear wool, or drink fluoridated water. You know what happens if my mom uses a fabric softener?" A curious Wednesday then asked, "What?" Then Joel simply said, "I die." Then after a brief moment of silence, Wednesday found herself scooting towards Joel.

Near the end of the camp season - Wednesday and Joel faced each other through a fence as Wednesday said, "Joel, I may never see you again. There are forces tearing us apart. Gary, Debbie, seventh grade." Joel then longingly looked at Wednesday as he said, "I'll never forget you." A curious Wednesday then asked, "You won't?" Joel then looked longingly into Wednesday's eyes as he said, "You're too weird." Then as Wednesday held onto the fence she said, "We'll always have today... and Chippewa." Then a loving Joel said, "And this..." Then Joel held up a retainer as a curious Wednesday asked, "What is it?" A pleased Joel then said, "Amanda's retainer... cara mia..." Then a passionate Wednesday said, "Mon cherie..." Then Wednesday and Joel briefly kissed each other through the fence... and then quickly wiped their lips with their respective hands.

Months later, Wednesday and Joel sat in a cemetery together as Joel asked, "Wednesday, do you think like maybe some day you might wanna get married and have kids?" Wednesday simply looked at Joel with a cold look in her eyes as she said, "No." Then Joel innocently asked, "But what if you met just the right man who worshiped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you... who'd be your devoted slave... Then what would you do?" Then Wednesday looked at Joel with a blank look in her eyes as she said, "I'd pity him."

In the present, Wednesday looked at adult Joel with a confused face as she said, "Joel Glicker... I'm surprised to see you're still alive. I had assumed all this time you were dead since the last time I saw you: my uncle's late wife was trying to drag you into her grave with her." Joel smirked as he said, "Well, after Debbie was unintentionally turned into a zombie, she was able to pull me six feet underground... but I was able to crawl my way out a few days later." Wednesday then looked a bit uncomfortable as she said, "I... I didn't come back to check. I... I'm sorry." Joel smiled as he said, "It's okay. You know... you changed my life that summer we met Wednesday. I know we were never meant to be... but I just gotta say... no one in my life before or since has ever made me feel so alive and dead at the same time like the way you did that one special summer."

Then as Wednesday looked a bit guilty she said, "Well, I... I'm sorry that in my autobiography, I described Tyler as the first boy I ever kissed." Joel shrugged as he said, "Eh... it made for a more dramatic line when it was needed. That book and the TV show it spawned are amazing by the way. So... did you finally marry someone that worships you, adores you, and acts like your devoted slave?" Enid then walked past Wednesday as she said, "See you at home Wens-babe; and remember: family movie night is still on! And if you try skipping it, I am painting your finger nails with pink tar while you sleep!" As Enid walked away, Wednesday then turned to look right at Joel as she said, "My wife is indeed my worshiper, supporter, and devoted slave... but she is also my eternal torturer... which may have been the one missing alluring quality you lacked." Joel chuckled a bit, and then smiled as he said, "Never stop being yourself Wednesday." Joel then walked away, while Wednesday turned to look at Harmony (who had heard everything). Wednesday immediately glared at Harmony as she said, "Not a word of what you just heard to anyone." Harmony chuckled a bit, and then she turned around and walked towards Megan who cleaning herself up.

Suddenly Megan's parents: Max and Alicia, and Megan's brother: Edward rushed into the room. Alicia looked worried as she said, "We just heard what happened. Are you okay Megan?" Megan chuckled a bit, and then said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Relax mom. You know I've already lived through far worse attacks on my life than what happened here today. Besides, I had Harmony here with me. We got each other's backs for life." Harmony smiled as she said, "Yeah, and Megan has become pretty good with her crossbow skills thanks to my mother's self-defense classes." Alicia made a sigh of relief, and then said, "You're right. You're both about to become adults... and continuously have proven you're miraculous at defending yourselves." Then Megan casually asked, "So how has the day been for the rest of you?"

Then Max put an arm around Edward as he said, "Well... we got a great report from Edward's inclusion specialist. She said Edward has become extremely self-sufficient working at the school restaurant, and thanks to a good word from the principal of Nevermore Academy; a program and trust has already been put in place to keep Edward working at the school indefinitely, complete with room and board, even past graduation." Edward smiled as he said, "I make good paaaancakes forever!" A smiling Megan immediately hugged Edward as she said, "Edward, that's amazing. I'm so proud of you!" Then Megan turned to look at her parents as she said, "Wait. You say a trust has been put in place? How did that happen?"

Wednesday then suddenly walked towards the family (revealing she had overheard the conversation) as she said, "That was in part my doing. I influenced the school board to set aside funds in the school budget to ensure any of Edward's needs are looked after for the rest of his life by the school; or more specifically any staff hand-picked by the head of the school's security... which would be myself." Megan looked surprised as she asked, "You really mean it?" Wednesday looked at directly at Megan, and spoke directly as she said, "Megan, you are about to marry my daughter. That makes you family, and thus your brother by extension is now family as well; and if there's one thing those in the Addams Family value... it's looking out for family." Harmony looked happily surprised as she said, "Mother... you really did all that?" Tears appeared in Megan's eyes... and then she rushed over and hugged Wednesday as she said, "Thank you Mrs Addams." Wednesday simply stood looking uncomfortable as she said, "Please Megan, from here on out, just call me... ma'am."

Meanwhile at the same moment: Ana was sitting on the stage with her cat while saying, "Well we sure had a crazy day Stormageddon the Conqueror. You do know that I know you didn't cheat on your girlfriend, right? Everyone knows you're a responsible, loyal, and safe kitty." Ana's cat nodded his head as he said, "Rowr." Then the white cat: Princess Snuggles walked towards Ana's cat as she said, "Rowr." Ana then looked at Princess Snuggles as she said, "You okay after all that Princess Snuggles? I know you got really worked up after hearing all those lies said earlier." Then Princess Snuggles look at both Ana and her cat as she said, "Rowr, rowr, rowr." Ana looked surprised as she said, "Wait a minute. You were only over emotional because of some real news you got earlier. What news?" Princess Snuggles then pointed her front right paw at a small locket she was wearing. Ana carefully reached over, opened the locket, and then pulled out a small piece of paper folded in the locket. Ana gently unfolded the small piece of paper, looked carefully at it, and then smiled as she said, "This... this a note from Princess Snuggles' veterinarian that was printed this morning. According to this... it looks like Princess Snuggles... is pregnant! It looks like you're gonna be a father for real Stormageddon the Conqueror!" The eyes of Ana's cat immediately widened as he said, "ROWR!?"

***

That evening in her bedroom, Enid sat in an oversized pink shirt while a blanket lay over the bottom half of her body. Wednesday then walked into the room wearing a black sleeveless night gown, and began to get into bed with Enid. As a smiling Enid looked at Wednesday, she said, "Well... that was certainly quite a hectic day we had." As Wednesday looked at Enid with an emotionless face, she said, "We've had more hectic. However... the anger that fueled Amanda Buckman's heart today... it's caused me to realize that I may have far more enemies than I even realize Enid. Thus, it's only inevitable that a much more powerful enemy may attack me again one day... and put you and our family in their cross-hairs. So... if you wish to keep yourself safe, I would show no resistance if you and our children decided to go away for an indefinite period of time to..." Then Enid put a finger on Wednesday's mouth as she said, "Shhh. Don't talk like that Wednesday. I'm your wife... and our girls love you. No matter how tough things get, no matter how powerful the enemy is... we will always be by your side." Wednesday then looked straight into Enid's eyes as she said, "But the dreams I've been having recently... they've shown me an enemy that will indeed finally overpower me. If those dreams were indeed visions of the future..." Enid interrupted Wednesday again as she said, "Then if you get knocked down... you'll get right on up again... with a little help from this family... because no one can keep the Addams Family down for long."

Soon Ana (wearing just an over-sized purple shirt) and her cat entered the room. As Ana sat on the bed, she happily asked, "So when's movie night gonna begin?" A smiling Enid then said, "When Harmony and Megan get in here. So... I hear we're not gonna be the only parents living in this house soon?" Ana's cat then simply sat on the bed as he said, "Rowr." Ana made a little sigh while still smiling, and then said, "Well... in order to not be too far from his new family when they're born, Stormageddon the Conqueror is gonna be living with Princess Snuggles starting next Monday. She's already living with Duncan's cousin who is a very nice lady, and she also has a giant back yard big enough for a large family of cats, so I know they'll all be very happy together there. But we'll still see our feline buddy around often." Ana's cat then made a small smile as he said, "Rowr." Enid made a slightly sad sigh, but still smiled as she said, "Aww. You mean Stormageddon the Conqueror is gonna move out the same week as Harmony? Wow. Once Ana goes off to college, this house is going to become so quiet." Then a pleased looking Wednesday said, "Which means I'll finally get a great deal of writing done."

Then as a smiling Ana leaned back on the bed, she said, "Don't worry moms. I'll keep mooching off you two for as long as I can get away with it. Besides, me and Gerard are always looking for a spooky and ghost friendly place to hang out at, and this place is perfect for him." A confused looking Enid then asked, "Who is this Gerard you're talking about?" Ana's face suddenly blushed bright red as she said, "He's not my boyfriend! He's a boy, and he's a friend. But he's not my boyfriend!" Wednesday and Enid then both looked at Ana with concerned faces, while a nervous and blushing Ana turned her head away.

Suddenly Harmony and Megan entered the bedroom; as Harmony was still in her well dressed outfit from earlier, while Megan was in a more comfortable blue shirt and sweat pants. Enid looked excited as she said, "Hey you two. I was worried you were gonna miss this." As Harmony and Megan sat down in some nearby chairs, Harmony said, "Yeah, well... me and Megan were just spending the last few hours getting all our paperwork together for when we get our marriage license." A smiling Megan then said, "Plus, we finalized the seating arrangement with all the grandparents." Harmony then looked a bit stressed out as she said, "Although understanding the seating arrangements that Grandma Morticia recommended was very difficult to understand. She kept going back to Who is at Seat 1." A relieved Enid then said, "Finally! I'm not the only one that feels that way!"

Megan chuckled a bit, and then said, "Regardless, this means we are 99 percent ready for our wedding now... with the only thing we still haven't figured out is what our wedding song should be." Then an excited Ana said, "You know... Lady Gaga has so many great songs that work perfect for weddings. I mean, who wouldn't want to dance and sing to Telephone on their big day?" Harmony glared at Ana as she said, "Ana, we are not having the first thing we dance to as a married couple be a song that early on says: Are you breaking up with me?" Megan also glared at Ana as she said, "Yeah, you really need to drop this obsession you have with trying to get us to play Lady Gaga music at our wedding." Ana then glared back at Harmony and Megan as she said, "Hey! Lady Gaga music works great for any occasion! Just ask anyone who remembers the greatest Super Bowl halftime show ever made... or that time when I ignored my 5th grade music teacher and sang Just Dance in the middle of our school's Mary Poppins show. I mean I think we can all agree that my little rewrite of the musical made Chimney Sweep Number 5 the most amazing character that night, am I right?"

The End held up the television remote as she said, "Okay. Everyone, get comfortable. It's time for the movie." Ana then laid on her side on the bed, while Harmony and Megan sat on the floor in front of the bed. Ana's cat meanwhile sat in between Wednesday and Enid. As everyone looked at the television screen that was facing the bed, a smiling Enid said, "Here we go." Then the television screen was turned on... to an image of a pregnant Wednesday sitting in a chair near a window. A confused Harmony then asked, "Wait. Is that mother?" An intrigued Ana then said, "Actually, I think it's Jenna Ortega dressed up as mother! Ooo! Is this the second season of the Wednesday TV series!? I heard they already started filming it! Did Netflix send us an advance copy!? Aw man, this is one crazy twist to open the new season with!"

Enid chuckled as she said, "No, that's your mother when she was pregnant with you girls. For movie night: I edited together all of our old home movies. I wanted us to look back at our family over the last 18 years before you girls turn 18 tomorrow." Megan smiled as she said, "Aww. That's so nice." Ana meanwhile looked disappointed as she said, "Aww; I was hoping we were gonna watch Wednesday Season 2. God, how long is it gonna take for Netflix to finally deliver that second season to us!? It's taking forever!"

As everyone focused on the TV screen, they saw handheld footage of Enid holding her camera phone as she walked through the hospital hallway while saying, "Okay. I just stepped out to use the bathroom. Now lets check in on how Wednesday and the girls are." Then Enid with her camera phone walked into the hospital room... to see Wednesday holding her newborn twin children... with tears in her eyes. A surprised Enid zoomed in on Wednesday's face as she said, "Wednesday... are you crying?" With tears still in her eyes, Wednesday glared at the camera as she said, "No." Meanwhile in the bedroom, everyone but Wednesday began laughing; while Wednesday just rolled her eyes.

The movie eventually showed footage of baby Harmony and Ana crawling around on the floor. Baby Ana then picked up a plastic knife, and then began hitting a toy clown with it as she said, "Stab, stab!" As Wednesday watched the movie in bed, she began to look impressed as she said, "Ana's form was definitely beyond her years early on." Then more clips of Harmony and Ana growing up passed. Eventually: footage of Harmony and Ana played that featured them at five years old using crossbows to shoot at a large pumpkin. After the two both shot arrows that hit the pumpkin, an excited little Harmony yelled, "Yay! We hit William Tell Pumpkin Head!" Then footage played of little Harmony and Ana dancing around Wednesday, while Enid could be heard saying, "Come on Wens. Dance with our kids." Wednesday looked at the camera with a straight face as she said, "No."

Then video footage appeared of young Harmony and Ana in straight jackets trying to free themselves. As Wednesday walked by the two, Harmony looked at her mother while saying, "Mother! It's been two hours! Can you please help us get free from these things!?" Then Wednesday looked at her daughters with a blank expression as she said, "No." Then Wednesday casually walked on. Then video footage appeared of young Harmony and Ana dressed in t-shirts, shorts, and baseball caps. Ana then looked at the camera as she said, "What do you think of our Halloween outfits?" A confused Enid (behind the camera) said, "I don't get it. You're both just dressed like regular kids." Then a smiling Harmony said, "I'm not dressed up like a kid. I'm dressed up like an adult having a mid-life crisis who is trying to recapture their youth by dressing up as a kid." Then a grinning Ana said, "And I'm a homicidal maniac. They all look like normal people on the surface."

Then video footage appeared of young Harmony and Megan sitting together at a picnic table. As present day Harmony and Megan watched, the two held hands as a smiling Megan said, "Aww. It's our first unofficial date we had." Then Harmony glanced at Enid as she said, "Mom, it's sort of cute you were spying on us during our first time together alone... but you didn't secretly record us on a bunch of our future dates, did you?" Enid immediately pressed the skip button on the remote, while nervously saying, "No. Why would you ask that? That would sound creepy."

Then video footage on the TV screen showed young Harmony and Ana laying in bed hugging Wednesday. A sick looking young Harmony said, "Uggh. So sick from ice cream." As Wednesday made a glaring look, she said, "That's what happens you overindulge." Then a sick looking Ana said, "But how was I supposed to know Rocky Road would give me a rocky stomach!?" Then as Wednesday put her arms around her children, she said, "Don't worry my children. I shall remain all night here with you... to witness this enjoyable pain you're experiencing."

More clips from the lives of Wednesday and Enid's children continued for the next hour. Everyone except Wednesday laughed many times, as Enid happily kept her eyes glued on the presentation... while Wednesday constantly either looked nervous at what was on the screen, or glared at the candid events being shown. As the movie neared it's end, a tired Ana slowly fell asleep. Megan also began to slowly fall asleep as she rested her head on Harmony's shoulder. As the movie neared it's conclusion, a smiling Harmony chose to close her eyes (while holding Megan's hand). Ana's cat eventually sat down on a pillow and began to fall asleep. Soon Wednesday and Enid were the only ones awake.

Enid then snuggled next to Wednesday, with her body facing Wednesday's side. As Wednesday and Enid looked at their family, a curious Enid said, "Wednesday?" Wednesday kept a calm expression as she said, "Yes?" Enid then hesitantly asked, "Do... do you ever wonder how our lives could've gone differently?" Wednesday then turned her head so she could look directly into Enid's eyes... and after a moment of silence, Wednesday opened her mouth, and with complete sincerity Wednesday said, "Never." Enid smiled, and then both married women kissed each other right before they began to sleep alongside the rest of their family.

THE END

...

...or maybe not...

EPILOGUE:

Wednesday Addams was in a dark place, as her eyes widened while saying, "My God. This is the moment I foresaw." Then Wednesday turned around and saw a dark figure in a dark cloak run at her with a sword out. Wednesday immediately pulled out her own sword (which she had concealed behind her back), and tried to block the other individual's sword with her own. Wednesday and the dark figure tried to hit the other with their sword, as several swings and clashes were made. However at one point, the two found their strength evenly matched as they pushed their swords up against one another. Then the dark figure moved one of their feet and kicked Wednesday to the ground. As Wednesday looked up at the dark figure, she heard a voice beneath the cloak say, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?" Then just as the figure began to take off the hood of their cloak... Wednesday suddenly woke up in bed. Wednesday quickly sat up and saw her family laying asleep around her. As Wednesday put her hand over her beating heart, she closed her eyes... just as tears began to escape from them. With a look of total fear on her face, Wednesday began to cry as she opened her mouth and whispered, "God... I know me and you aren't on the best terms... but please... I'm not ready for it all to end. Not yet. Please... not yet..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next Week: No jokes, no silly scenes, no comedic moments, nothing light-hearted. Next week... it's WEDNESDAY VERSUS HELL... PART 1

*Pictures 1 and 2 by: @annietheartsyartist (made partially with AI)

*Final Picture by: @emeriart

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