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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 8 months ago

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In My Head, I’m Yours

Epilogue: Wrapped Around Your Finger

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A/n: this was so fun to write, I’ll probably do more Percabeth fics in the future 🥰

2 years later

Delphi is back in the same bar where Annabeth first saw Percy. Unlike that night, no one can just walk in and expect to see them. There’s a line of fans waiting for the doors to open; all of whom got their tickets over 6 months ago. It’s completely sold out. Annabeth walked around the building to the stage door, knocked 3 times, until a bouncer appeared. He checked her pass before letting her in.

She found the dressing room easily as there were only two rooms back here. One of which she felt couldn’t really be called a bathroom, as it was most likely an old storage room now turned bathroom.

Annabeth knocked on the other door and Jason shouted come in.

“Annabeth!” Piper exclaimed, running over to hug her.

The two girls have become extremely close in the last year. Even though Piper had seen her only hours ago, she was hugging her like it had been months.

“Can you let go of my girlfriend now?” Percy asked.

Annabeth could see him over Piper’s shoulder but his comments only made Piper hold tighter.

“You hog her,” Piper said, “she’s mine tonight.”

Jason butted in and playfully pulled his girlfriend away from Annabeth, who was laughing at their antics. She was distracted enough by Piper jokingly trying to escape Jason’s hold on her in order to tattle Annabeth again that Annabeth didn’t realize how close Percy was to her. So when she was pulled into a kiss, it took a second before her lips caught up to her brain.

Kissing Percy never got old. His hands were on her exposed back pressing her closer to him. He was warm and smelled like the ocean. It was a new cologne Annabeth had gotten him for his birthday a few weeks ago. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“You’re always mine,” he told her, low enough that it was just between them.

“As long as you’re always mine too,” she replied.

Watching Delphi perform also never got old. From backstage, it definitely had a different feeling than standing in the audience. Some nights, Annabeth likes to be by the bar again remembering the times she sat at the bar with Thalia and Leo, before she knew who Percy was, before she got to call him hers.

He was hers now. The way he smiled at her when he turned around to change instruments. Percy always made her feel like the show was just for her. Even with the bar packed wall to wall, he was still performing for an audience of one.

“We wrote this one a few years ago,” Percy introduced. “It’s about a relationship ending but also hoping it won’t.”

“Luckily for Percy, who released his negative nature into this song, he turned out to be very, very wrong,” Piper added.

“And to this day, she’s got him wrapped around her finger!” Jason said.

“Whatever, stop embarrassing me on stage in front of a live audience!” Percy exclaimed. “I love my girlfriend okay!”

The crowd cheered.

Delphi’s fans knew about Percy’s girlfriend but no one really knew her. Annabeth didn’t get recognized, not even at their gigs. Though she was almost always in attendance. Percy wasn’t that active on social media and Annabeth kept hers private.

She didn’t need him to shout it from the rooftops but whenever he talked about her on stage, her whole face got hot.

And it wasn’t as if they were hiding anything. She was the first person he sought when he came off of the stage. Percy included her in their post-show hugs, which at first Annabeth had found to be rather disgusting but she was learning to love them. He hummed her new songs and played new guitar riffs he was working on before sharing them with his bandmates.

Making all our plans in the Santa Cruz same that night

I thought I had you in my palm of my hand that night

First date

Open communication

Fall in love

Annabeth remembered the deal they made in the California sand.

Their first date hadn’t waited long. After they cleared the air, Percy had lifted her up and kissed her.

“Where are we going?” She asked, allowing herself to be led away from the ocean.

“We have a list to begin checking off,” he answered.

“Oh, do we?”

“I owe a beautiful girl a date.”

They found a 24-hour diner ordered strawberry and chocolate shakes and a plate of curly fries.

“What’s your favorite color?” Percy asked. “Mine’s blue.”

“Well obviously,” she said,

“I’m an open book.” He shrugged.

“I like green,” she replied, “seafoam green.”

“Yeah? Any reason in particular?”

He had a twinkle in his eyes that suggested he knew exactly why. But Annabeth was never one to make things easy for him.

She shook her head. “Nope.” Annabeth sipped her milkshake but she was smirking.

Percy grabbed her hand from across the table.

Going back to her hotel room—Percy was sharing one with his bandmates—and falling into bed together didn’t ruin the sweetness of their first date. In fact, it felt very them.

Screaming at the top of my lungs til my chest felt tight

I told myself that I’m never gonna be alright

You had me wrapped around my finger

Open communication was harder. Even with their chosen safe word, they had their fair share of fights. Their pasts caught up to them, their insecurities made themselves known. But neither of them used riptide.

It wasn’t always something life-alternating that they fought over. Sometimes it was over dirty dishes in the sink or using up all the hot water.

This fight wasn’t over something small. Eight months of calling themselves a couple and this was their biggest fight to date.

Annabeth couldn’t remember exactly how it started. She had come back from the firm, carrying a thousand things in her hands. The blueprints had already fallen twice on the way to her apartment.

Her phone was buzzing in her pocket and she was hoping to any god out there that it wasn’t her work mobile. If she had to stare at one more spreadsheet tonight, Annabeth was going to lose it.

Once inside the apartment, blissfully empty apartment, she dropped all of her things unceremoniously on the floor.

She got a shower and tried to scrub the awful day off of her.

Then the music started. Her terrible, no good, neighbors were playing some bass heavy music at a god awful volume. She was ready to yell at someone, anyone and they had it coming.

Annabeth was ready to march over there and pound on their door until they heard her but when she threw open her door her boyfriend was standing in front of her.

“Hey, I brought dinner,” he said.

She let out a breath. “Hi.”

“You forgot didn’t you?” Percy teased, “we made dinner plans.”

“I did forget, I’m sorry.”

He shrugged and led her inside.

Everything seemed fine. They ate and were watching a movie despite the music from next door. But her anger was sitting there under the surface waiting to explode.

Finally, after turning up the tv again Annabeth jumps up from the couch.

“That’s it!”

Percy grabbed her hand, pulling her back down onto the couch, “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

They were facing each other now. Annabeth felt warm, literally hot with anger.

“I just had an awful day, I hate my neighbors, and I just want to scream at someone.”

“Tell me about your awful day,” he said, still holding her hand.

She shook her head. “I really don’t want to.”

“You shouldn’t keep it all bottled up, it’s not healthy.”

She knew that but Annabeth wasn’t in the mood for venting. She wanted a fight. Which is probably why she picked one with Percy.

“Percy, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Annabeth tried to keep her voice at a normal volume but he kept pushing.

“Stop! Just stop! You can’t solve all my problems.”

“Not if you don’t let me try.”

Annabeth knew she was yelling but Percy’s voice was steady still. She was almost thankful the music next door was so loud because it downed out their argument.

“I’m just so sick of it!”

“Of what?”

“Oh this! The bad days, the music, and just…”

It was like Percy knew what was coming. He was egging her on.

“Say it!” he dared.

“You! You’re suffocating.”

“Because you won’t talk to me!”

“All we do is talk!”

This went on for longer than Annabeth was proud of. It wasn’t until her eyes welled up with tears that she realized what was happening. She didn’t want to be fighting with her boyfriend.

What she wanted was to snuggle up on the couch and finish their movie.

So she said, “riptide.”

Immediately, Percy froze.

“I’m sorry,” she said, letting some tears escape. “I don’t want to fight. I didn’t mean it.”

He pulled her into his arms and whispered into her hair, “me too, me too.”

They ended up talking about Annabeth’s bad day at work. She complained for the umpteenth time about her neighbors. Percy had probably heard these same complaints from Thalia, Leo and her once a week if not more. She was facing Percy on the couch again, sitting crossed legged and eventually got all of her venting out of her system.

“I don’t think I can help with the work issues, but it sounds like everything will be fixed by Monday because you were just having an off day and everyone’s allowed to have those,” Percy said, “but I do have a solution to the neighbor problem.”

“Really because we’ve been thinking of issuing a formal complaint with the landlord. And I really don’t want it to come to that but we’ve talked to them before and nothing happened…” she rambled.

“I think you should move in with me,” Percy said.

“And the landlord doesn’t exactly like Leo, there was this incident when we first moved in and…wait what did you just say?”

Percy smirked, “Annabeth, will you move in with me?”

Annabeth opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“It doesn’t have to be my place either, we can look for somewhere together.”

She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. Annabeth’s hands wove themselves into his hair pushing his face closer to hers. Percy’s hands were trapped between their stomachs. Annabeth had total control over this kiss; she wrapped her legs around his waist pushing down on his crotch. He was groaning into her mouth so she shut him up by adding her tongue.

She wished she never had to breathe again so she could keep kissing him but she needed to breathe and so did he. Annabeth pressed their foreheads together and cupped his face in her hands.

“I am in love with you,” she told him. “Let’s start looking at places right now.”

“Can’t we finish the movie first?” He asked, but he was smiling at her enthusiasm. “Or maybe go upstairs and make out?”

“Just make out? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” She felt his forehead like he might be running a fever for suggesting such a thing.

“I am in love with you too by the way.”

Annabeth kissed him again.

They never got around to finishing their movie.

I’m wrapped around your finger

When the crowd started cheering for an encore, she knew Delphi couldn’t resist. She made her way backstage to the dressing room.

It was a small space. Annabeth definitely wished she would have designed this building because they were in need of some serious changes.

The dressing room consisted of pairs of tables with matching chairs against the left and right walls with rectangular mirrors hanging above them. These acted as vanities as the bands got ready.

The table Piper used still had her makeup spread out across it. Jason’s had a neatly stacked pile of clothes to change into while Percy’s had a phone charger and his wallet. Percy’s bag was hanging from the chair.

Annabeth’s purse was sitting on the small couch on the back wall of the room. She sat crossed legged at Percy’s table and charged her phone. By the time Delphi got off stage, Annabeth had been scrolling through posts about the show for the past 20 minutes.

greeneyes818: who’s seeing delphi tonite?

piedpiper: @greeneyes818 didnt you go to like the last 5 shows

greeneyes818: @piedpiper yes, and?

piedpiper: @greeneyes818 cu there

Most were about fellow fans meeting up but some stood out to her.

p3rcystan: if percy could stop being hot for like 5 seconds I think I could remember my name

Annabeth had to agree. She was so sucked into it that Percy’s arms around her made her jump. He rested his head on her right shoulder.

“Did you like the show?” He asked, not moving.

“Eh, not your best work.” She shrugged.

Percy quickly spun the chair around and kissed her.

“How about now?”

Annabeth chuckled and tried to stand but her boyfriend pushed her back into the seat.

“Answer me.”

Unfortunately for Annabeth, this side of Percy—the teasingly dominant side—only made her want him more.

“Alright listen,” Jason said, “if you’re gonna hook up backstage at least wait til we leave the room.”

That snapped them out of their daze. Only to find Jason standing with his arms crossed and Piper hiding a laugh behind her hands.

Percy shrugged, clearly not sorry at all.

“I have a hot girlfriend, sue me.”

Annabeth punched his shoulder.

“What?”

“Just hot?” she said.

“Hot, amazingly smart and gorgeous and she does this thing with her…”

Annabeth slapped a hand over his mouth, which only led to Percy licking her palm.

“You’re disgusting, I want to break up.”

At this point, Jason and Piper had packed up and left but Annabeth hadn’t noticed their absence. She didn’t have a chance to think it was strange they left before having a post-show hug.

Percy pouted. “You know you love me…” he sang.

She walked over to the couch to grab her purse. Suddenly, she realized how hungry she was. Leftover pizza at their apartment sounded insanely good right now.

“I might just have cold pizza when we get home because I am…” Annabeth never got to finish her thought before when she turned around Percy was kneeling and holding out a small blue box.

Her lip trembled. Annabeth never thought she was much of a crier but damn it this man in front of her made her feel things she didn’t know existed. And he wanted to marry her.

He wanted her to stay. Forever.

So she did.

#percabeth #Percabeth fanfic #Percabeth fanfiction #my fics

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karaonasi · 10 months ago

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BaxScar FanFic

Scarlett belongs to @minthe-drawings

And I wanted to write a little fanfic for them ❤️🤍🖤

Baxter’s POV

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The light was much too bright.

Still, it was too early.

Too early to deal with being awake.

Where…

I reached around, searching. Dammit. Did I just dream it was one of her too-rare visits?

I swear, these separations from her get harder and harder to take each time. I sighed and fell back into the sheets, feeling cold without her there. And lonely. Maybe…maybe she would be available to talk between clients--once I was awake enough to form complete sentences at least.

I had almost dozed again when I sat up in bed--way too fast, making my head spin. Was that? I layed back down. I could have sworn I heard someone in the kitchen. Then I heard it again. Clanking sounds definitely coming from the kitchen. This time I eased myself up more slowly, despite my excitement, making my way to the edge of the bed. I stood and felt my pajama top pull oddly. Oh…huh… somehow it was half undone. My fingers were usually quite dextrous. But in the morning hours they felt thick and clumsy. I realized I had to straighten my pants too, having twisted in my sleep. Memories of the night before brought a soft smile to my lips--my Scarlett’s softness, pressed against me, her legs tangled with mine, her long hair sometimes tickling my cheek… I’m not quite sure how long I stood there, only the coldness of the floor against my bare feet made me aware my mind had zoned out. Where were my slippers?

Zebra slippers finally found and on my feet, I shuffled into the common area of the apartment. I stopped, having just emerged from the hall when I saw her. Scarlett. MY Scarlett. There. In my home. What I desperately wanted to be OUR home. I think my original intent upon coming out of the bedroom had been to go directly to her but… I somehow found myself sitting sideways in my favorite blue chair, resting my head on my hands on the back of the chair…because I had to sit down. Maybe I had stopped breathing when I saw her. I don’t quite know. I just knew I had to sit down.

Her red head popped up from whatever she had been doing. And then she was coming my direction, her long bare legs striding slowly toward me, my fogged brain hearing music in my head and seeing a dance in her step. She was so graceful. Especially when she danced. As if she was made to be in my arms. My one true partner. On the dancefloor and off.

“Morning, Baby,” her lovely voice purred as I felt the press of her lips on the top of my head. I smiled up at her, wanting to bask in her brightness as if she were the sun. Then got distracted, looking down at my hands that suddenly had a warm coffee mug in them, blinking at the apparition perplexed. “You’re a bit more confused than usual, Sweetie,” and I heard her laughter, like windchimes to my ear.

I blinked again, trying to scrape together some semblance of coherence for her. “...well…yes…” I met her gaze, though my vision went double. No matter. I couldn’t complain about seeing twice the beautiful woman before me. “...two weddings this weekend…” I explained. She nodded then sat on the couch, holding her own mug. I hungrily memorized the sight of her. It had been too long, too many weeks. And neither pictures nor memories could quite hold a candle to the real sight of her. Her creamy skin adorned with a constellation of freckles, the softness of her--generous curves of chest and hips that felt even better than they looked, long shapely legs, and her beautiful face and piercing green eyes that seemed to light up for some unfathomable reason when she looked at me. Not that I would ever try to dissuade her from choosing me again. No, I would take my undeserved good fortune and treasure it until the end of time. Because…quite honestly, she was a goddess. A goddess that brought light, acceptance, happiness, healing and…love into my life for the first time in my life.

I suddenly realized that she was looking at me with an amused expression. “Goddess, huh?” her voice teased. I blinked at her. Did I say that aloud? I wracked my brain to come up with something witty to volley back at her. But my mind was simply too slow… I heard her laugh again and I felt my face heat just slightly. “If that is the case, then… Come. Here.” She pointed to the spot just before her. And though I wasn’t sure what game we were playing (or if I could keep up in my current state), I simply nodded and set down my mug before complying. “You’re a mess in the mornings, Pretty Boy,” she teased with obvious affection, and I watched as she undid and refastened my buttons that had somehow been mismatched.

“I know…” I was glad she was in a happy mood, even if it was at my expense. But the last thing I could do was complain as Scarlett’s slender hands led me onto the couch beside her. She guided my head to rest upon her, her arms circling around me. “...you are my entire world, Scarlett My Love…” I murmured before drifting off, feeling warm and loved and…safe… as only she had ever been able to do in my life.

#baxter ward #our life #baxscar #baxterPOV #I love her Scarlett so much. Kit says she’s family.#fan fiction of fan art haha

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fanficonly · 2 years ago

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Wenclair- "Mine" -Chapter 18

Here it is the final chapter of this fanfic. Thank you to everyone who read, liked, commented and reblogged. This has been one of my favourite stories to write!

I am also considering writing a sequel in the future ...let me know what you think?😋

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"Wednesday" Enid breathed out in response, bracing herself for her next words, her hand freely tightening around Wednesday's cold but comforting hand.

She wasn't ready to let go.

Not just yet.

She was going to hold onto this feeling, hold onto her hand and hold onto Wednesday for as long as the Gods,or Wednesday herself, permitted it.

...

"I think we need to re-evaluate the terms of our current relationship" Wednesday spoke rather formally in order to detach herself from her unpredictable emotions. As if her heart didn't emit a spark for the first time in years that allowed it to finally beat at a regular pace just at the sight of Enid.

"Are you trying to say you actually want to be like... Dating?" Enid didn't think her smile could get any wider but low and behold it did as the word "Dating" crossed her lips cautiously.

"I wouldn't use such trivial terminology but yes I suppose I am" Wednesday agreed with Enid. She wasn't going to pretend in her own head that she wasn't aware of how abnormally attracted to the werewolf she was. This moment had been building for an immeasurable amount of time and if it hadn't of been for the many MANY distractions and imminent death scenarios maybe this would have happened sooner.

"You're so formal" Enid chuckled a little, still nervous at the closeness that she continued to experience from Wednesday.

"The action I just participated in was far from formal Enid" Wednesday said bluntly again but her lips betrayed her with a twitch at the very recent memory.

"So that wasn't a one off?' Enid asked again. She knew the kiss happening was an absolute miracle and her anxiety was practically bouncing off the walls of her brain with the idea that it was all just some sick anomaly caused by the trauma Wednesday had suffered... But of course this wasn't overthinking.

"Do I look like the kind of person who does something as a 'one off' Enid" Wednesday explained her tone laced with offense.

"No of course not" Enid shook her head, biting her lip nervously.

"Unless you would prefer it to be but judging by-" Wednesday began. She wasn't great at reading people when it came to emotional ordeals so she was ready to accept whatever Enid decided, no matter how painful. Of course she barely got the words out before the blonde almost violently yelled

"NO" the harsh word flew from her lips loudly "Sorry I-" she composed herself before trying again "Yes I feel like my confession of my undying l-the- well feelings for you and the whole mate thing was enough to make that clear" she answered, happy with her words.

"Extremely so" Wednesday droned out, almost bitter that she felt so much around the werewolf. It threw her off balance, it changed her, it made her... More human. How disturbing she thought to herself.

"Sooo..." Enid elongated the word waiting for Wednesday to finish for her.

"So?" Wednesday asked. She was painfully aware that she should not be the one to take control of this situation due to lack of experience and her own uneasiness around the topic so she couldn't help the little voice inside her that irritated at Enid

"You liked the kiss?" She asked hopefully.

Wednesday thought for a moment but to Enid it felt like a year. She was not able to deny her feelings for much longer and she definitely cant hide it now that she had let Enid violate the sanctity of her mouth.

"Surpringly the amount of physical contact and intimacy was ..." She started, giving herself another moment to find the right word "Acceptable" she decided. But in reality the kiss was exceptional to the Addams Girl and she couldn't help but long for their lips to be connected again. This wasn't something that the supposedly unemotional girl could just admit to though. She was already looking at her lovely, safe yet conflicting comfort zone in the rear view mirror of her mind, what else did the universe need from her?

"Wow, acceptable, I don't usually get that response when I kiss someone" Enid scrunched her eyebrows as if she was trying to figure out whether or not she had heard Wednesday right.

"I apologise I'm not well versed in ... Relationship terminology... Or relationships" Wednesday admitted a whisper of vulnerability floating in the air as she turned her head away from Enid's eyes.

"It's okay" Enid supported her, understandably and let her continue on.

"I'm finding it hard to put into words the way you just made me feel Enid. The fact I felt something other than my usual feelings of disdain and misery is disconcerting as is." She admitted, fighting the urge to be close with Enid once again. She buried the voices in her head violently and ignored their distant cries for Enid's touch.

"I get it Wednesday that's just you" she shrugged. "I accept that" Enid smiled but Wednesday was still faced away from her "Look at me" she reached out, hesitating for a second before lightly turning Wednesday's face towards her again.

After her initial shock at her shameless tolerance of her new love interest's touch, she blinked.

"So acceptable was the correct word" she piped up, a sense of pride in her aura.

"I'd use a stronger word but sure" Enid giggled again and Wednesday couldn't help but admire her ability to spin things positively, her lip almost jerking into a smile.

"Well tell me how you feel and I will agree or disagree" Wednesday negotiated, hoping this would help her understand. It wasn't the most romantic way to profess her love for Enid but she just wasn't able to figure out what to say without completely ruining everything.

"Sure that's one way to communicate" she laughed again but it trailed away in the wind when she zoned in on the raven haired girl, still sat staring at her expectantly.

Wednesday didn't speak just waited patiently for her to continue, trying to decipher the second new emotion Enid had extracted from deep within her. She felt unsteady, unsure, unwell almost but after she heard Enid's voice again everything in her silently settled.

"It felt Incredible" she shamelessly admitted. "Wednesday you are beautiful and I can't describe how much I want to be near you and just for you to let me kiss you like that I can imagine was hard but-" Enid's romantic monologue was interrupted by Wednesday's sharp voice.

"It wasn't hard - I actually want to do it again." She professed. NERVOUS. She was nervous. Her eyes grew wide after finally realising that second emotion she felt was anxiety. A foreign and unnatural feeling to the Raven. No wonder she felt so unstable. But she pushed forward with plenty of resistance and continued when she saw Enid's eyes light up.

"It was oddly exhilarating Enid, I think..." she hesitated, letting out a slow and shaky breath "I have the same feelings as you" she tightened her lips as the words left her mouth "It is...in all honesty... it is difficult to describe." Her eyes grew with realisation "To extraordinary to describe" she mumbled the dictionary definition, breaking eye contact for only a moment. "Indescribable" she whispered as she looked back at Enid, she noticed the range of emotions that seemed to fill out her features and Wednesday had to clear her throat discreetly before continuing

"Although I do not possess the equivalent primal animalistic force pushing me towards you that you experience with me so" she observed, battling with her own self. Enid's mouth fell open slowly while Wednesday spoke, feeling elated that this was finally happening.

Enid finally chose between the array of emotions she was feeling and teared up as she spoke "Wednesday I think you just explained it far better than acceptable." She smiled widely letting her eyes leak uncontrollably. Wednesday didn't find their emotional intimacy hard. She found it exhilarating?! She made Wednesday feel like that?! She had the SAME FEELINGS FOR HER?! Enid's whole body vibrated with happiness as she tried to figure out what to do next.

"Okay" Wednesday agreed, absentmindedly raising her hand and brushing her thumb across Enid's cheek to remove the acidic substance leaking from her eyes. "So how exactly do we proceed?" She asked bringing her hand back towards her own face.

"I-Im not sure I know what you mean?" Enid's mind went blank as she watched Wednesday raise her thumb to her lips and taste the tears that had left her eyes. Grazing her thumb slowly down her lips and subtly licking her lower lip to taste the drop of emotion that had been filtered through Enid's tear duct. Enid bit her own lip in an attempt to compose the many MANY unholy thoughts that invaded her mind at the sight of this.

Wednesday smirked down at the place where water used to reside on her hand and whispered to herself "Happy Tears Taste different to those of the tortured and tormented" she declared and Enid choked at the sentence, clearing her throat and attempting to find the good in what she had just heard. Weirdly enough a lot of dark thoughts about what Wednesday could be referring to were released into her brain but they were immediately disintegrated by the usual sunshine that swallowed her insides.

"That's..." She slowed her words "Educational" she spoke "Very scientific of you" she chuckled nervously, somewhat relieved that she had been snapped out of her amorous state.

Wednesday had not even realised she had muttered those words and to someone like her she thought she had just openly spoke romantically towards Enid so soon after their first kiss. However, she also observed that to Enid that was probably (Definitely) a rather sadistic sentence she had constructed and let slip from her inner demonic thoughts.

"It both amazes me and concerns me that you can so easily defend my morbid thoughts ...maybe that is also something I find-" she paused again unable to say the word but also unable to find a tolerable equivalent. So she gave up "attractive about you" she finished and nodded her head approvingly.

"Thanks!" Enid shrugged not finding it odd at all but instead just enjoying the balance they had fallen into over the last few months. She commended herself in her own head for staying civil rather than letting her brain turn to mush at the idea of Wednesday finding her attractive and openly telling her this.

"So you are my lover now?" Wednesday asked politely. Enid bit the inside of her cheeks to combat the laugh that threatened to erupt from within.

"You're so old fashioned." Enid couldn't help but giggle as she threw her head back slightly. "Yes I am your girlfriend now as long as that is something you also want" her words slowed as she move towards Wednesday, her eyes glazed in hopeless optimism.

"Cara Mia, I think I have made it clear that this is definitely something I desire ...have I not? " she questioned, contemplating ways she could force the wolf to understand. Calling her by a term of endearment she thought was a good start because Enid absolutely swooned.

"Well you know-I just-you're Wednesday Addams and honestly I have thought about this exact scenario in my head A LOT and the outcome was never this positive I'm kind of like totally freaking out Wednesday" Enid gave her an awkward smile while her body betrayed her, shaky with anxiety.

Wednesday wanted to take a large 900 pound weight and crush the anxiety that Enid felt but as this was an impossible occurrence she decided to swallowed back her pride, the feeling burning like venom in her trachea.

"Well how about this" she took a deep breath in and placed her hand on Enid's cheek delicately.

"Enid Sinclair, I ask your permission to court you, do you accept?" She asked, with a charming and alluring tone this time, staring at the blonde with a glint of hopefulness in her eyes.

She tried. She tried so hard to remain serious but after snapping out of her dazed condition she caved.

"I can honestly say that was an incredibly unique way of telling me you would like me to be your girlfriend" she burst into a fit of giggles laying back on the bed and Wednesday looked down at Enid with a small but genuine smile on her lips.

Once she had calmed down she noticed Wednesday's smile and beamed, sitting up right.

"Omg! Omg! You're smiling again!" She grabbed at Wednesday's wrists excitedly.

Wednesday scolded herself but also allowed herself a little bit of leeway considering the beautifully dramatic and adorable response this had elicited from Enid. She looked down at the wolf's hands and as if by some conditioned response, Enid quickly retracted her hands and spoke

"Oh sorry" looking away from Wednesday worriedly.

Wednesday furrowed her brow at the reaction. She knew why it had happened but accepting everything she felt for Enid had caused her to suddenly become hostile. She opened her mouth to scold the blonde but stopped and permitted herself a moment to think.

After what felt like an eternity Wednesday finally broke the silence causing Enid to snap her head back towards her.

"Be mine" she said quietly "Just ... Be mine Enid Sinclair and I will be yours" she pushed past all of her natural impulses and instead grabbed Enid's hands softly and pulled them back into her grasp. There was no need for Enid to feel like she couldn't touch Wednesday anymore surely.

Enid moved forward, her wolf's intrusive voice ringing in her ears. She wanted Wednesday, needed her. Needed to feel her lips again and be close to her once more. So she closed her eyes and captured the seer's lips with hers , softly kissing her again.

She smiled into the kiss, her hand creeping its way up the Seer's arm towards her shoulder, the other still tightly interlaced with Wednesday's hands

As she pulled back a low, possessive growl escaped her own lips through her fangs, and she noticed Wednesday's positive reaction to this. She moved her now clawed hand to the back of Wednesday's neck as she rested her forehead onto hers.

"Mine" she growled before settling into Wednesdays arms in a desperate hug, still awaiting her inevitable dream to end and for her to wake up in the woods somewhere unaware she had been dreaming.

But that didn't happen.

This was real.

Wednesday Addams was her mate and she accepted Enid Sinclair as hers.

"Yours" Wednesday whispered into the crook of Enid's neck, wrapping her arms securely around the werewolf, in an attempt to infuse their bodies together forever.

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #wenclair mine #wenclair chapter 18 #wenclair final chapter

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ciaossu-imagines · 10 months ago

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Just popping in to chat :) Do whatever you need for you and looking forward to anything you share with us! Would also just like to hear about anything that's been making you happy recently!

Oh, I love it when you pop in just to chat! It makes me happy….also, I just realized today, because of some other things and because of this ask, but I haven't answered your dm's in months and oh, my god, I am sooo, so, so sorry! I swear to god it's not because I don't want to talk to you, of course I do because you're this lovely, wonderful, kind, precious cinnamon roll of a person and I adore talking to you! It's just bad brain on my side, with me getting distracted and forgetful, so forgive me for that!

And thank you for being so kind! I'm looking forward to sharing lots with you and all the other lovely, constant readers! As for things that are making me happy, I am now working at a pharmacy and my job there is really making me happy. It's sort of a dream job for me really and I'm always learning and growing there, and some of my regular customers are absolutely wonderful people. Checking them out and getting to hear about the new things in their lives make me happy. There's also a new Indian food restaurant here in town. I don't have the extra cash flow right now to go try it out, but I have plans with friends to do so on payday and I'm really looking forward to it because I love Indian food.

Also, as mentioned in a previous post, I've started volunteering. The Mental Health centre here really encourages people with lived experiences with mental illnesses and/or substance abuse issues to volunteer as peer support and that's been really rewarding and lovely so far, if a bit tough at times. A friend of mine just recently adopted a senior dog, this great big Saint Bernard, and I've been taking relaxed walks with the two of them. My apartment doesn't really allow pets so that dog time makes me super happy!

The blog and writing, of course, has been making me really happy lately. I also got a couple really cool new books for Christmas that I'm loving and looking forward to taking the time to read from Libba Bray and Stephen King, who are two authors I really do enjoy. What about you? What things in your life have been making you happy? And that goes for anyone reading this post, along with the lovely asker! I am always interested in hearing about your guy's lives, both in and out of fandom and in and out of tumblr!

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notasilentk · 1 year ago

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An Open Letter to Guillermo Del Toro With Regards to his Life-Like Statue of Mary Shelley

Or: A Modern Frankenstein

(Image from Guillermo Del Toro’s Twitter post wishing Mary Shelley a happy birthday.)

First off, hi there, Mr. Del Toro—love your work.

Secondly, what the hell, man? That’s—that’s just something you have?! In your home?? A life-size statue of Mary Shelley sitting at a writing desk looking mildly alarmed—as if Lord Byron just said the stupidest shit she ever heard or as if she just had the thought, “Oh you know what would be really fucked up?” and then decided to write it down. (Please excuse my run on sentences, it’s a terminal condition for which I have found no treatment.) I didn’t know you could just have things like that in your home! Granted I live in a small-ish apartment in the valley and so my imagination and vision is somewhat constrained by square footage and also my meager earnings as a currently out of work tv assistant moonlighting as a part-time bookseller. However, I acknowledge this is no excuse. Imagination is not hampered by constraints, but freed by it. She’s a wily fucking octopus problem solving the hell out of her cage and squeezing through the smallest of holes to exert her will and get her prize (delicious fish in other tanks at the aquarium).

Wait, where was I?

Oh yeah. Your Bleak House is magnificent. I’ve scoured over the photos I’ve found online. I must confess in so many ways I still feel like an entry level student to horror. I haven’t even seen all of your movies yet, Mr. Del Toro. I am working on it, though—so please excuse this easily distractible magpie mind of mine. I tend to flit and flop and flip between subjects at the random behest of whatever goblin is in control of my brain that week, day, hour, minute, etc.

I think Crimson Peak is underrated though. I just wanted you to know—I really liked it. I wasn’t even supposed to see it the night that I saw it first. We were supposed to go to a haunted house attraction, but that didn’t work out and we ended up at the movie theater. I insisted on seeing a horror movie as a consolation prize for being deprived of my haunted house. What luck that it should be your film that was playing on that warm Arizona October night.

So like.

What are you gonna do with Mary Shelley when you die?

Could I have her? Do you ever scooch her over and write at the desk she’s at? Do you talk out story ideas with her ever? I feel like I would, if I had a life size statue of a famous writer in my house. You have a lot of statues and figures and models—I imagine you talk to all of them in the fashion of how people converse with their pets or their plants. Or I could projecting—I don’t know you, even if you’ve shared so much of yourself with all of us.

But when I mean “Can I have Mary Shelley when you’re done with her?” I don’t mean personally—though I wouldn’t be so rude to turn down a personal gift.

I mean—could we have Bleak House? Los Angeles? The cinephiles? The apostles of the strange? You’ve opened it before—would you open it again for fans of horror and science fiction and fantasy to peruse your vast collection? Would you haunt its walls—if you had the chance? Where will you go, when you leave us, Mr. Del Toro? And what will you leave us, your fellow children of the macabre, raised on your ghost stories and tales of terror? You owe us nothing, of course. But we will take it all like vultures at the kill, thus is the way we treat our idols.

I have to confess—I was angry when I read Frankenstein that first time. I didn’t like it.

Hear me out.

It was Ms. Yip’s sophomore language arts honors class. We had to do a book club, split into various small groups based on the book we chose to read from a curated list. I picked Frankenstein. I had just recently been introduced to Edgar Allen Poe by my creative writing teacher, Mr. Sable, and Frankenstein felt like a natural continuation of that line of instruction. Besides, I had always been interested in the spooky and the creepy and the macabre. Feed a child on a steady diet of Scooby Doo re-runs and tattered Goosebumps books and you are liable to produce a kid as obsessed with Halloween as I was—still am.

So I picked Frankenstein and then I didn’t read it. I was busy. I had other things to do. I was a teenager and this was homework and I was always a fast reader anyway—“I’ll get it later, it’s fine,” I insisted. But then one day it was Sunday and our book club homework reading was due that Monday and I hadn’t read Frankenstein. Hadn’t cracked the spine, even. Oops.

There was a little room, a bit of a nook—bit of a crawlspace with carpet and a light—above the stairs in my home. You had to use a ladder to get up into it. It was my library, where I kept all my childhood books and my growing manga collection. It was still kinda too warm to be up there—it didn’t get good air flow and the meager fan that fit up there did few favors against the unrelenting and indomitable Arizona summer that stretched long into what people insisted was “autumn.” Determined to knock this book out, though, I piled into the library and lounged across the pillows and ignored that it was just this side of too stuffy and settled into read a Great Horror Novel.

I had no appreciation for it. I was shocked and dismayed that the monster was neither green nor had little bolts in his neck to hook up to the lightning harnessing machine. At this point in my life I was mostly familiar with Frankenstein from this one movie called Alvin and the Chipmunks meet Frankenstein (I preferred the one where they met the Wolfman—I rewatched that one all the time as a kid) and also Mel Brook’s Young Frankenstein, which I watched on a fancy charter bus during either a school field trip or a Girl Scout’s trip—can’t remember which, but I do remember thinking, “I don’t know if this is technically age appropriate for us, but it rules.”

Also, this was homework and I resented doing homework. The book was nothing like I expected. Its language felt tedious to me, as did the language of all the books I had to read for class back then. Maybe that’s what drew me to poetry back then. All the poets seemed so much easier to understand. Contradictory maybe, but whatever I contain multitudes. Mostly I admit I was just a stupid teenager grabbing at whatever rebellion I safely could and rejecting the classics as stuffy and pretentious and difficult felt both safe and righteous. I was starved for rebellion, you see.

So I barreled through Frankenstein. And I got it. Victor was the monster, not the Creature. Nature vs nurture and all that. With great resentment I read the foundational text of science fiction and a seminal piece in horror as quickly as I could so I could go back to watching episodes of Doctor Who (New Who) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer—completely obtuse to the fact that both of these cheesy, emotional, thrilling, and delightful shows owe everything to Mary. I owed everything to Mary and I was too much of a spoiled child to even pay attention properly and appreciate that. But I finished the damn book.

I came in on Monday and discussed Frankenstein with my fellow students in our small group. It became apparent that not all of us had really read our books and we all kept that secret as much as we could. Ms. Yip didn’t even ask us that many questions about our books. There was no essay. There was no test. And I walked out of fourth period, off to lunch, with that knot of resentment growing in my stomach. I wasted a Sunday for nothing! I read Frankenstein for nothing!

I shelved my Penguin Classics copy with the boring brown cover and moved on with my life.

But Frankenstein stuck with me. It popped up, every now and then in my life. I stuck on allusions to it. I found quotes I recognized referenced on various blogs. I thought about it more and more. It haunted me.

I thought about this one quote in particular, which is not actually from the novel but from the 1994 film (though it certainly sums up what Mary was getting at and is so often misattributed to the novel that you must forgive me for being mistaken when I was saw it repeated online so much): “I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” I was confused and angry all the time as a teenager. I was also infuriatingly idealistic. If I had been less idealistic, maybe I would have been less angry. Less furious with the world I was growing into and at myself for all my perceived faults and imperfections. I wanted to burn the world to the ground when I was young. I wanted to love the ashes.

And I thought about Frankenstein more and more, as the months dragged on. Tenth grade turned to eleventh turned to twelfth turned to graduation and college and the world got bigger and bigger and scarier and scarier. All the while, the Creature and Victor lurked at the back of my mind. Mary lurked at the back of mind. I remember being 18 and 19 and thinking “I am as old as Mary was when she wrote that book I didn’t even want to read once I started reading it. I am as old as Mary was when she invented science fiction. What have I done? I haven’t even been cool enough to lose my virginity in a graveyard.” (My mother is, thankfully, still alive so I didn’t have the option of losing my virginity at her tombstone, I would’ve had to settle for a stranger’s grave.) I was a very regular 19-year-old of the American 21st century. It was the mid 2010s. Mostly, I made goofy short films and incomplete attempts at novels. I listened to Taylor Swift’s new pop album (I don’t know if Mary Shelley would have cared for her music) and mourned that My Chemical Romance had broken up (I think Mary Shelley would have liked them). To my great dismay I was lucky enough to be a perfectly ordinary teenager, Mr. Del Toro. I didn’t change the world, like Mary Shelley had. I just lived in it.

Anyway, I came to understand I was Victor and I was the Creature. I am the monster I make of myself. I am an experiment of my own design. We are all cobbling together the most ideal parts we can find in the wild and fitting them into ourselves to be better—whatever better is supposed to mean. We are all struggling to come to grips with the grotesque things in ourselves—out of shame, out of fear, out of guilt.

We are all begging to be loved.

Once upon a time, I hated Frankenstein. I learned to love it. (I think love is a learned thing sometimes, don’t you? It is at once instinctual and a discipline.) Victor’s fault is often said to be that he could not learn to love unconditionally. He rejected his own Creature out of fear and people died for it. We all side with the monster now, don’t we? In the end the Creature won the PR battle.

I wonder sometimes, about forgiving Victor for his sins. I wonder sometimes, about condemning the Creature for his wrath. Did he take it all too far? Pick the “he” you think I’m referring to. I think they both fucked up. I think that’s the point of it all. I think Mary looked at the world that made her, at the people that made her, and I think she was furious with them. (She dedicated Frankenstein to her father—TO HER FATHER, MR. DEL TORO.) Mary Shelley was a teenage girl—how could she not be furious? She was an octopus confined in a tank.

Do you think Mary Shelley ever got to see a live octopus? I hope she did. Everyone should behold an octopus at some point.

Hey Mr. Del Toro, do you think I could I forgive myself, for the monster I made of me? Should I? Do I need to?

One last question:

Did Mary Shelley know that she would become Prometheus to us, Mr. Del Toro?

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#frankenstein #guillermo del toro #my writing

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f1-stuff · 1 year ago

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hi! gn...i wonder how do you manage to write smut scenes so hot using not that many words? how do you make it sound so sexy? i kind of like to write smut but mine seems flat and not really emotional :/

omg hi... my answer ended up being long so it's under the cut!

First of all, thank you - I'm not sure that anyone feels 100% happy with the smut that they write (or even 50% happy lol), and I am definitely included in that group. I often cringe when I read back my own writing, and I think there will always be room to grow. Also, just to get this out of the way, "good smut" is entirely subjective and there are many different types of smut that can be good, but my answer is gonna lean toward the kind I write, for obvious reasons.

All of that being said, and with the understanding that I need to take my own advice 😅, I think a lot of times, less is more. It can feel like you need to be really descriptive to get across what you're imagining in your head, but oftentimes, all of the descriptive stuff starts coming across as a bit clinical, and distracts from the emotion of the moment. Some description is necessary, but I also have to remind myself sometimes that in this moment, the character whose perspective I'm in probably wouldn't be cataloguing every little thing happening after a certain point - they would be swept up in the moment and likely not thinking with their brain anymore lol.

Maybe the most important part of the best smut (imo) is the characters connecting. Never forget that these are two (or more) people doing something incredibly intimate together, even if the characters aren't necessarily thinking about that or acknowledging it. So sometimes, it's good to introduce moments of pause/introspection, or just moments where the characters are simply connecting on an emotional level, amidst all the physical stuff. I also like to try and come up with specific things that each character likes, whether it's related to their personality/kinks/etc. I think this helps bring the characters to life and makes the smut more personal and unique, which makes it feel more real.

In terms of my process, I always try to write a smut scene all the way through, without stopping or getting interrupted (which is sometimes outside of your control). I feel like writing it that way helps to get me into the moment and helps me better flow from one thing to the next, as if I were there and the natural next thing would be to...etc. Also, remind yourself of all the senses: sight, sound, touch, taste, smell... I wanna feel like I'm there! But that doesn't mean including all those senses all the time. Just remember that sometimes the sound of something or the feel of something etc. can be sexier than the actual thing, and that maybe describing those elements instead of the mechanics of something could take the smut to the next level.

After that, I usually give it a day and go back to read it with fresh eyes. This is when I cringe-read through whatever I wrote the first time lol. But that's totally normal (at least in my experience)! Then, I sort of tweak things to either add more description, or add in the moments of pause/introspection/connection I mentioned before. There's no limit to how many times I might re-read and edit a fic, so it's safe to assume that I've probably edited a smut scene some 20 times before it gets posted anywhere.

Reading smut that you really enjoy and trying to pick apart what you like about it can be helpful. But I also think that ultimately, to write your own, you have to find a way to connect with the characters and make the reader connect with them too. Even in smut that doesn't involve 'romance,' the characters are still feeling something, whether it be excitement, anger, a sense of power, a lack of control - whatever! Find what's motivating the characters, imbue that in the writing, and it'll help bring the smut to life :)

#im so sorry that i wrote an essay smh #i will say im surprised anyone is saying i wrote something with 'not that many words' 😂❤️#anon #ask

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morathicain · 1 year ago

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for tagging me @inrainprose :D

Here we go! ^^

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently at 227 on Ao3, which might change any day with how obsessed I currently am with writing for Kiseki XD Also have a few on animexx and fanfiktion.de from old old times which I probably should start transferring ^^°

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,120,354 so far which I'm quite proud of, especially since most of it was written during the past 4 years (3wbf be thanked)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A LOT! I constantly write for 3wbf and then whatever I am watching (whether it be show or movie that inspires me). Some fandoms appear more often or reappear after months or years again, others just once and then never again. Lots of niche stuff though (either the show or topic) XD

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wait what (My Engineer - RamKing) with 737 kudos

Mutual anything (KinnPorsche AU - KinnPorsche) with 7 chapters and 700 kudos

One Moment to adore you (My Engineer - RamKing) with 649 kudos

Now you know (Not me the series - SeanWhite) with 608 kudos

Loving you on my second thought (My Engineer - RamKing) with 536 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely, YES! I've met some of my best friends through comment-discussions and -talks and I also wanna thank the people who take the time to show their appreciation <3

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh ... PHU! Good question? I guess it would be "One last call", a JynCassian fic which of course ends with them dying?

Or "I wish you were mine but I wasn't yours", a Bad Buddy fic which has Pran push Pat away?

(if anyone has other contenders in mind, let me know, my brain is a bit overwhelmed XD I don't count the BMF one because while it ends with a breakup, for me it's a hopeful ending)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I ... I don't know? I suppose each fic that has Ter and Mae and Phon alive and together should be considered a worthy contender for that question! And I love them all <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. Got some when I started writing in English but I'm glad I managed to continue anyway ^^° only weird ones sometimes that are hard to interpret but are usually not meant in a mean way? I think?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. It always depends on the fandom actually. And ... I don't really know how to describe it but I'm usually not that explicit, I think? Lots of emotions are involved and I try to switch things up.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Probably the SPN One Piece crossover from over ten years ago? XD They were in a prompt I got, so I had to do it :P Otherwise the crossover between Manner of Death and My Engineer "It's all about the plants, babe" with King as TanBun's child. That was a lot of fun :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? Fingers crossed and wood gets tapped!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yessssss! A few into Russian and French and a Cherry Magic one into Vietnamese ^^

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

So many years back. One with a friend, another with my brother, a crack one with another friend XD Not sure we ever finished any of those and it was fun back then but I don't think I can do it again ^^°

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

To no one's surprise at all it's Shin/Neo/Miw <3

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

So far the wips I really want to finish are still on my list. I fear I might not be able to finish the one 3wbf one or the The Player one because other shows and ideas get in between, but it's still planned!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I was told I'm good at yearning and banter? Definitely like diving into angst XD

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long plots, I tend to get distracted and also lose myself in the technicalities v.v

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it makes sense, why not? But not if it should be understood by everyone and happens more often.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inu Yasha! It's been a long long time since then XD

20. Favorite fic you've written?

You ask WHAT of me????? askdjbaksjbdakjsbd

I can't say for sure. Like, I enjoy my own atots bodyguard AUs often enough, I love my own version for Moonlight Chicken more than the show itself, I very much love my current collection for Kiseki because they've taken over my whole soul. So many favourites when it comes to RamKing and omg, don't get me started on my 3wbf fics!

Me and you, both of you is one of my faves when it comes to giving Shin/Neo/Miw a happy ending though and when it's about underappreciated fics, I had a lot of fun with is "Revenge is a dish best served dead" with Ter and Phon killing Thana as ghosts :P And one I am still happy about, even if it's an old one, is a High&Low one: A kitten's persistence

Tagging now (but no pressure): @ommited-miscellaneously @nevaehs @himmelsstern ;)

#tag game #writing #writer game #this was fun #and wow digging through my ao3 account and fics took a while!

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zeawesomebirdie · 10 months ago

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For the procrastinating on WIPs game, because I am out here procrastinating on mine!

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

Thanks for the ask Sun!!

🌏 what tags/warnings will your wip need: for a brudick fic in which there's five times Dick distracts Bruce from talking about his feelings via fucking him, and the one time he actually does talk about his feelings (and they fuck about it): 5+1; fucking while pining; requited unrequited love; anal sex; blow jobs; bottom Bruce Wayne; bottom Dick Grayson; porn with plot; idiots in love; batmobile smut; crossdressing; miscommunication

🤔 a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet: five times Riddler saves Robin and one time Dick saves Eddie! I cannot wait to start this oh my goodness I need to have Riddler being the one to show up and save Robin when Batman isn't available, and I need there to be angsty pining about it. I have all the plot bunnies >:)

🤡 how many wips are you actively working on: uh well. Depends on your definition of active. Actively writing on a regular, consistent basis would be one. But um. Actively daydreaming and storyboarding and writing notes for is more like,,,,, 7?? Give or take a few?? Not including whatever new ideas my brain comes up with and then refuses to let go of until I've written at least 1000 words?? It's hard to give a definitive answer bc I really do try to finish one draft of something before I move on to the next, but sometimes the brain worms captivate me,,,,,

#ask game #thank you again for the ask!!!#these are fun !!

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year ago

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Java Pt.2

Ava: I know you can’t, but can we pretend you can stay, my parents aren’t back ‘til Monday

James: I could try and come back before then

Ava: You could?

James: For a moment, at least

Ava: They’re all yours, whichever you can take

James: You’re all mine, I can barely take that in

Ava: The fact we will be all alone, truly, keeps coming to me in waves, my brain can’t hold it, believe it

James: Come to the door

Ava: Jesus, right

Ava: [do, making your way from whatever floor you could be on at that point because big houses do make you feel like people could be there without you knowing which is unsettling, when you get there it’s going to be obvious you ran by the way you’re out of breath and pink, which is only appropriate for the !! way you’re both feeling now and the way we threw this door open to let him in]

James: [mhmm, hence I had him say it cos someone could be passed out somewhere really random and y’all wouldn’t know unless they popped up like Edna from behind the bar and that isn’t what y’all want when he’s being a filthy cheater and this is your first time thank you, when you’ve timed it so she’s throwing open that door as your car pulls up and stops, meaning she gets every cinematic moment of him getting out and walking toward her to echo how dramatically he lingered upon leaving earlier, just peak romance things]

Ava: [you are not wrong James and your paranoia makes perfect sense given the circumstances here, meanwhile we’ll be here having this perfect cinematic moment, feeling as if our face will break from how big we’re smiling at you, which doesn’t feel like the ‘right’ reaction but we also don’t possibly know how else we could greet you, when we can’t run over to you and kiss you on the street because enough in reality still that we know that is a no-no, laughing at our own massive grin and looking down to stop looking at him, only for the briefest second but you gotta like you’re trying to find chill you simply won’t]

James: [excuse this man DYING about how happy she is to see him because who is in his life rn except baby Jay and that’s a v different vibe no offence hun, doing such a self conscious kind of smile back in response because so not used to this in the best way and too aware that we could and don’t want to scare her off, doing his own blush a little bit as he gets closer and joins in with the laugh, also kind of self conscious/in a I can’t believe this is happening way, having a final linger on the doorstep, this time to hand her a beautifully wrapped present which we know is the first gift of a book that reflects their life and circumstances, whether that’s a coming of age sweet 16 vibe or love affair vibe, or both I hope, regardless of what favours he would have had to call in at this o clock to track this down either from a fellow book nerd or looking through his old shit left at his parents house when he dropped Teddy off to find a copy he owned and read when he was younger]

Ava: [any awareness we are being a lot is being overridden with our own giddy nerves, when you literally cannot stop smiling, nor laughing now, not a full in-your-face affair but just with the disbelief and anticipation of this all, at least this present will finally provide distraction enough to stop you in your tracks, not fully shutting the door in your face, good day, but we already know it’s a book because this is who we know you to be now, running a finger under the ribbon/string/whatever we’re rocking, looking back up at him, at first as a ? like should I open this now but the obvious parallels are then flying through your head like !! so you have to gently pull him inside because this door needs to be shut immediately actually]

James: [when you’ve themed the colour coding of this present wrapping to her party decor or her outfit entirely subconsciously because you’ve been obsessing over every detail of that first encounter by thinking and writing about it so much, slay, and that only hits you when she’s holding it either against said outfit or carrying it inside and you’re like oh, accidental peak romance again there, speaking of, follow her gentle lead inside, you probably will have to bend to get through the door no joke cos even though her dad and brother are p tall you are taller and it’s london architecture here, so then you’re THINKING about how you’ll have to to kiss her as well, closing the door himself SO deliberately like I gotta hear that shut and know it is and we’re 100% alone rn immediately, bonus points if she was intending to close it because it’s her door so we get a hand on hers moment]

Ava: [you’ll see that because of course you picked a slay outfit, you are a fashion girlie after all, and the idea of a boy being that thoughtful, who else could and would ever? Another reason not to rip this beautiful present open right now because you’ll want to save this wrapping for the romance of it all; speaking of, we would’ve definitely been reaching to shut the door so you’re going to accidentally fall into being THAT close to him, under his arm if you get what I’m picturing there, because you weren’t paying any attention to just reaching behind you to do that, so then you’re like OH, here under him like hello, of course not actually being able to say anything, nor move, whether the latter is because we can’t or don’t want to]

James: [he’ll only be moving to steady her which isn’t actually a shameless ploy to touch her but he will be and that’ll be !! for them both because they have not at all yet, LOOKING down at her like he’s worried she’ll be crushed to death against him and the door, hence his ‘I’m sorry’ is so sincere even if he’s saying it in a flustered manner more so for the reasons of proximity and !!]

Ava: [shaking our head as sincerely, putting a hand on him in the same steadying manner but we mean it in a stop apologising way without saying it because you don’t wanna sound annoyed with him or overstep but obviously we have already noticed you do all the time and you don’t need to, especially now, smoothing down the sleeve of his jacket, letting your hand rest once it reaches his wrist, toying with the idea of holding his hand but not fully reaching out to do so]

James: [excuse me screaming because a wrist grab is baze and ruster coded so that makes perfect sense for you, we love to see it, taking a breath that isn’t a sigh but is an acknowledgement that he knows he over apologises and isn’t trying to be that bitch rn, reaching his hand to very gently touch the cheek he did not kiss because stopped at one]

Ava: [biting your lip so you don’t breathe at all because you have to focus all your energy and attention on how his hand feels on your face like he’s doing something entirely brand new and wild because how it all feels right now ‘can I get you anything or do you-’ taking the dramatic breath you need trying to say that all breathlessly, deciding not to finish your sentence but the way we meet your eyes tells you its do you want your kiss now because he did say at the door]

James: [using the hand that he had on her cheek as a deliberate move to bring her closer and line them up, cupping her face more as opposed to stroking it how he was before because he do want that kiss now and there’s no need to say it when it’s this obvious from the LOOK alone never mind how he’s guiding her into it]

Ava: [holding his opposite cheek to the one he is of yours, needing that stability to feel like this is real, as well as practically pulling yourself closer to him, closer to his face, so you can kiss him, your eyes on his lips with SO much intensity before your own mouth is covering his, maintaining painfully light contact, not pushing how you want to, it’s still a proper kiss but not an unhinged one yet, even if your other hand is finding its way into his hair]

James: [I feel so sorry for tall people either you’re gonna crick your neck or you have to pick someone up, can’t relate but y’all have my sympathies, not that he cares in this moment because more peak romance is happening, case in point him saying her name for the first time with as much intensity as she’s staring at his lips just before this kiss happens just because he’s gotta, and him immediately making said kiss more !! so she lowkey is crushed against the door the way he was worried about before but he isn’t soz this time, there’s no chill, we’re having a full and intense makeout]

Ava: [you make it work when you gotta and right now, we gotta; being pressed up against the door is helpful because you can get at the height you need to be and then pin her in place, the way you’re going to be saying his name fully into this makeout because caught you unaware so it’s blatantly a !! MOAN that has your cheeks burning but it’s only making you kiss him harder, nuzzling your face against his as you do]

James: [he’s a dark horse, as much as his spirit has been crushed by Chlo’s insanity to a point where he almost doesn’t have a personality (aside from books which why we’re going so hard with it) and is very apologetic and meek and mild there’s a sauciness still from the old him and he’s here to do the absolute most with it, including kissing both her cheeks INDECENTLY because they are so flushed and we’re so into it, it’s giving Teddy but also he could never with how !! this is, soz]

Ava: [you have had a lot of affairs, and this is literally the only way you’ve been able to be your own person in any capacity so, just saying, it tracks that it slaps, you very much can and must have that, boy; pulling his jacket off him as if he’s the one with the red hot face but we all know we just need to be undressing you, however many layers there may be left before you are in any real saucy sense, it’s a must as we’re once again trying not to breathe because every breath already feels like a pant and we can’t deal]

James: [so glad you agree with me on this because I think it tracks too, like Ava clearly doesn’t have a shit ton of prior experience here so we could just say it slaps for that reason but I’m soz no, it simply slaps full stop, you’re having this sir and you deserve to, looking like that you could have all the affairs you want and you blatantly have, taking literally not even half a step back as if she can’t breathe because she’s being crushed/needs some room to undress you despite the fact you’ve barely moved because that’s all you can stand to, bringing her away from the door slightly with you but it’s just a shameless excuse to pull her close to you a different way, we all know, idk yet what she’s wearing but GRABBING at it, lowkey lifting her up as we’re kissing her again but not fully picking her up deliberately we’re just being that !! about how we’re holding her atm]

Ava: [doing a frown and a little noise of disapproval because where are you going, even for a second, even that close still, pulling him back as he pulls you into him, meeting in the middle and still trying to be closer to him still despite that being an impossibility at this point again, having to put your hands under whatever he’s wearing on top, letting yourself feel his body until your hands are resting on his back, as they did on his wrist earlier]

James: [automatically doing a little comforting noise when she makes hers because he’s that sort of bear and can’t help it, immediately getting closer again too even though he was purely attempting to get both of them away from the door and more into the gaff/any type of room remotely lol, no hesitation at all in removing whatever top he is wearing which means he could now be topless in this hallway or at the very least down to a single layer if he was rocking 2 under this coat/jacket maybe cos I doubt you were necessarily wearing many more in may in your house doing whatever you were before she messaged you with the Teddy sos, the way she’d slide down his body because he was holding her up but now he’s either unbuttoning or pulling a t-shirt over his head and can’t would be such a mood and feel so !! enjoy that lads as well as the EYE CONTACT he’s making as he does this which could be brief or lingering depending on the style of top]

Ava: [trying and failing not to STARE at him because what a body to be all over in this moment ‘I feel like a pervert’ blurting this out because you know you are really checking him out with no shame here, doing the same sort of nervous laugh he did earlier, reaching out to trail your index finger down his jawline, onto his neck and down across his collarbone, doing a shaky sigh as your press your lips against the spot your finger ended up, just on his chest]

James: [when you have to genuinely laugh because whenever you’re given a second to dwell on it it’s very much on your mind that her 16th birthday was literally today and you’re the pervert if anyone is, but thankfully a second is all he has to think about that because his brain would be short circuiting about her STARE never mind the way she is then touching him and kissing him, hit her with an apt quote about being this shameless or whatever, be it from one of the authors you were talking about earlier or the book you got her or whatever, we know the vibes, love that you’re reciting that after I said your brain short circuited haha]

Ava: [starting to pout up at him like hey don’t laugh at me lol vibes but the point his laugh is making hits you and you have to laugh too, even if you’re shaking your head slowly as you give him heart eyes like okay, neither are you, boy because we refuse to accept that narrative because we’ve all met actual perverts and he is not one of ‘em; just our eyes lighting up when you start quoting this, absentmindedly kissing along the entire length of his collarbones as we listen ‘you can actually do that’ ‘cos anyone can google whilst talking online or in texts, so we’re so about the way you clearly genuinely memorise these things]

James: [obvs giving her heart eyes back when she gives them to him, he simply must, catch him moving a strap out of his way now I know what the outfit looks like, bending to kiss her shoulder and collarbone and neck, everywhere he possibly can as far as uncovered skin in that area goes because we don’t know how to handle her praise and how clearly she’s impressed by what a nerd we are, so we can avoid her eyes with our antics and rely on the physical which is easier]

Ava: [close your own eyes, finally, and just enjoy how this all feels, attempting to push your dress down fully for him but it obviously has some kind of zip/fastening situation that is going to need to be dealt with, which is a good time for you to make a move to your bedroom, or wherever you end up ‘cos your bedroom is on like the third floor so idk about that besties, turning his cheek, the way he turned yours towards him before, in the direction of the stairs like shall we?]

James: [my boo says the first room you come across when you get upstairs more like and she’s so right for that, it’s fine nobody’s in regardless of what room you end up in and you’ll have time and opportunity to make it up to her bedroom before he has to leave if we so wish, or we’ll give you another chance to be there another time, this boy not helping the situation at all because when they’ve made it up said stairs/ while they are still on them potentially given the lack of chill he’ll defs be locating where and how her dress is fastened and undoing it enough that there’s room to be more extra with where he can kiss her but not fully enough that it falls completely off wherever they may be, love the fact that walking a few steps without doing the most has clearly killed you sir and thus you need to insist on this pause]

Ava: [we all know that’s the energy, also that when you’re rich your hallways are just full rooms because you can so there’s undoubtedly some sofa situation or something here that you can stop on and not have either of you feel any type of weird way about being in either one of the twin’s rooms because not the mood thank you; entirely the mood however the way we are SHIVERING at this undressing but not quite moment]

James: [mhmm enjoy the perks of being rich af to enhance the moment rather than ruining it with weird vibes neither of you need, things are precarious enough cos of him being a cheater and time being limited for y’all without us adding to it, love that she’s wearing such a statement necklace he can leave on whilst finally letting this dress fully fall once y’all have reached a sofa or wherever to fall onto, this girl just here fully looking like she stepped out of a painting or some shit, hence we’ve gotta take a sec to just STARE at her]

Ava: [very Titanique of you, very much the vibe, thank you kindly; and however confident a girl we are in general, there’s no way we are not DYING being this naked and exposed under this boy’s blue-as-hell gaze, hence we’re reaching out our hand to have him pull us closer so he can’t be LOOKING like that and making us so !!]

James: [SO titanic, we love that for you, do pull her in because you’d also be DYING at how beautiful she is idk how many women you’ve slept with sir this one is literally model levels of stunning and that’s before we even get into the whole thing of clearly how unlike your usual ladies you sleep with she is, catch him having to suppress another laugh almost in the I can’t believe this is happening rn kind of way because this feels very much like something he’d write/imagine/dream about but not something that is actually happening as he’s lying her on this sofa, it goes without saying he’s suppressing said amusement by kissing her everywhere he’s just exposed, pulling down a bra strap (assuming she’s wearing one) for that parallel to when he did her dress before, cos really taking our time and being here in this moment that is actually happening is the energy, giving it light pressure how she kissed him at first, but we all know that his chill won’t last and he’ll get more feral about it immediately]

Ava: [neither of you can believe this is happening or how stunningly out of this world attractive you both are, hence the laugh he suppresses by kissing you all over is obviously coming out because you don’t even know what to do with yourself in this moment ‘Oh my God’ the attempt to breathe being blatant in the pauses between each word there, just enjoying how his bare skin feels against yours, exploring the entirety of his back with your hands, also doing this softly and slowly but digging your nails in slightly when he goes to pull this bra strap down]

James: [deliberately pausing wherever he’s reached in his essentially full body kisses to look up at her while she gets her words out, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he feels exactly the same without having to nod or anything because his eyes are being so expressive about it and his own breathing isn’t far out how !! hers is either, saying something really poetic about how soft her skin is that could literally be a quote and she might think is because it’s that good (hence I’m not writing it cos I don’t have the talent or read enough classics haha) and comparing it to whatever the bra is made out of, ie calling it softer and better than silk or lace or whatever as he unclasps it at her back just seconds after her nails have dug into his, just peak romance things yet again nbd]

Ava: [fluttering your fingers over his eyes like you’re going to shut them because you can’t deal, giving him such heart eyes as you do though because can’t deal in the best possible way here, converting this to tracing his lips as he’s speaking, as if you can pick up his words and place them on your skin, inevitably moving your hands to grasp at your own skin, like you have never even noticed until he said it, shifting your weight so this bra can fall away like your dress]

James: [the littlest but most adorable blush spreading across his cheeks when she’s trying to shut his eyes because it’s adorable and so are the heart eyes she’s giving, giving them back so hardcore when she’s tracing his lips, unable to stop himself smiling, as if it tickles but not at all because of that, we know, shifting his weight as she does so that he’s even closer to her and they barely have a second of not being impossibly so, kissing her on the mouth like it has been a thousand years since he has]

Ava: [likewise really ramping up the intensity here, from soft finger touches to fully and passionately making out because you have to, if you keep going at this pace, you feel as if you will simply pass away from the longing because cannot get enough wrapping yourself around him fully like you are the ribbon on your present, saying his name like a question though you don’t even understand what you’re asking him with it, only pausing to be LOOKING at him this close, your breathing volleying off each others]

James: [it’ll definitely feel like the most intense makeout sesh you’ve ever had in your life sir, just really doing the most and taking the opportunity to enjoy the different position from when y’all were against the door before and how much closer you are able to get with fewer clothes in your way, in contrast, touching her so lightly, again what would feel like everywhere, with the back of his hand like how he stroked her cheek earlier but so many different curves of her body, when she pauses, taking the opportunity to whisper so many compliments in her ear, being very poetic again and very sincere because you can’t get over any of this and she deserves to know, letting his face rest against those dramatic pearls whenever he finally runs out words, just returning the LOOK and breathing against her skin]

Ava: [all of this is bringing the fact he still has his bottom half of clothing on to the forefront of your brain to the point you simply HAVE to start unbuttoning/zipping him, because the effect of his words and touch combining has you thinking you ain’t gonna last a second here because you already feel so ridiculously DEAD and you need to ensure right now immediately he’s as turned on as you]

James: [we all know he’s as turned on as her and always has been but letting her know it with no shadow of a doubt by kissing everywhere from her earlobe to jaw to neck with such !! as she’s undressing him that there are going to be marks left, shamelessly also pulling her hair because it’s down and trying to get in his way and probably also his mouth]

Ava: [the GASP we are doing, pulling him into us harder by his waistband, half like we’re telling him to behave, half the complete opposite and we want him to do more]

James: [shamelessly doing more like it’s a choreographed move with how his hips are rocking into hers again with all the !! as his hand travels to her underwear waistband, tugging at it like he GRABBED at her clothes way earlier when they were by the door but not pulling said underwear down just toying with it and her skin both over the top and under it, hand roaming absolutely everywhere again but we simply cannot call them light touches this time, especially at her hips and thighs because duh gotta keep pushing and pulling her into him as hard as that first time while we’re tracing every curve and stroking every inch of skin ever without going in and actually touching her indecently, kissing her cheek indecently again though, first one and then the other]

Ava: [instinctively spreading your legs apart from him in a way that has you SHOOK with how willingly you did, hence your face is going to be boiling again before he’s covering it in kisses, when he is, feeling as if you are chasing his mouth with your own, stealing kisses as if they in any way cover up the sounds you’re making in response to him right now, tugging at his hair again for your own throwback to the door but also it’s necessary to stay this close to him]

James: [We love every reaction she’s having whether that’s her intense af blush or the sounds or how she’s moving or her kisses and her hair pull throwback, therefore there is 0 hesitation in kissing his way down her entire body from where he was to where he can then pull down her underwear finally with his mouth, hitting every erroneous zone on his way obvs, but special attention to places he hasn’t paid much attention to yet because of their bodies being pressed that closely together like her chest and stomach, especially the latter cos here for how flat it is and the total lack of comparison to his preggo flop wife and her trapping him antics, doing the absolute most to turn her on even more at all times here, yet again ofc waxing poetic about her while he does, including what she tastes like when his mouth ends up having removed her underwear to the halfway off point like her dress was and he can really lavish that attention on her like they have all the time in the world and aren’t dying]

Ava: [James has the opposite of a pregnancy kink, the poor traumatised boy, you’re welcome she is skinny and has very petite boobies so truly could not be less like your wife atm or ever really, soz not soz Chlo, you cow bag; the audacity of you to never truly be into James when he’s this slay, what are your priorities hun, idek but ANYWAY we’ll be here with all the compliments and praise just falling out of us because how can we possibly have a filter when we’re short-circuiting here from this]

James: [the trauma is real and it’s seriously a testament to how healthy java’s relationship is and how slay Ava is and not like Chlo in all the ways that he’s able to properly heal and they get to have their own kids in future, but ANYWAY, in the here and now, this man is fully treating this like another intense makeout sesh with how he’s kissing and touching her rn because still cannot believe this is happening and therefore can’t and don’t want to rush this into being a hookup knowing we’ll never get the first time back however much her praise is killing him and making him wanna also initiate this hookup immediately, it’s continuing to be obvious that he’s dying too though because he is being so extra with everything he’s doing and whatever compliment hits hardest, whether it’s what she says or her delivery of it or both, is getting a MOAN in response, which is his first real one]

Ava: [likewise there’s no way you have ever experienced this this way or this intensely, sorry to your previous experiences but it’s just highly unlikely I’m afraid, even if these two didn’t have the instant and all-consuming chemistry, which they do, so this is everything and we’re as TORN between wanting this to continue forever and wanting him to put all this energy he is giving into fucking us just as well, hence literally whimpering with the indecision and how close we already feel]

James: [it’s no shade to anyone it’s just true, she isn’t the massive slag he was at 16 and lowkey still so she hasn’t had many experiences yet and he’s had many but so few if any like this because the chemistry and timing and everything has aligned and is so right this time, y’all are welcome even if it feels like torture to you in this moment, his response to her whimper is to do the same kind of comforting sound he did earlier when she was pouting literally into her like shh it’s okay which will only get her closer, soz not soz]

Ava: [exactly, it’s a handful of people with about the same level of experience if not less so it isn’t personal it’s just how it is; here trying to get our words out about how close we are but the inability to actually say anything cohesive or louder than a whimper says more than our words could ever, moving against what he’s doing more desperately, unable to stop ourself now]

James: [he knows but we love that she’s trying to tell us anyway and is then blatantly showing us as well, take this opportunity to keep going and give her the first orgasm you’ve ever given her because ofc you would, why would you stop yourself either sir]

Ava: [me imagining this sofa is some kind of suede/velvet so you can see the grip marks of her fingers clawing into it when she’s being killed, cinematic baby, having to shamelessly roll onto the floor with this boy so you can be on top of him and totally not squash him ‘cos you need to incapacitate him from being able to do any more and give yourself a moment to just bathe in what happened there, laying your head on his chest and watching him breathe]

James: [I totally pictured velvet too so twin brains, I think because I’m still in the titanic mindset and thus it’s more of a chaise than a sofa in my mind lol, which would be even easier for y’all to roll off, love that, be here trying and I’m sure failing to get your breathing under control boy because you’re not over what just happened either, genuinely speechless about how beautiful she looked while losing it and having to use only your eyes to express it]

Ava: [it’s very much the vibe, we know what we’re saying here, turning your face up to look at him, first because you wanna check he’s good as you did lowkey push him off the couch moment there, even though it was gentle enough and I’m sure there’s a soft rug under y’all rn, but then as you’re giving him these heart eyes you’re of course going to be overcome with how good he looks and the evidence of what just happened still lingering is gonna make you launch yourself at him with unexpected urgency because it’s hot and you have to make out immediately]

James: [when you were very gently stroking her hair off her face because it would be trying to stick to her skin after the sweat you worked her up into, lifting it off the back of her neck too with the intention to just rest your hand there for a sec maybe but then she’s launching herself at you so with hands fully tangled in her hair he’s ofc kissing her back with all the !! however unexpected because in no world is he not going with it and reciprocating when he’s as turned on as he’s always been and had no relief from that yet and she’s lowkey sitting on him atm so she knows it]

Ava: [it can never truly be soft hours when one of you is still painfully turned on and you’re so into this boy that it takes very little prompting for you to feel it again yourself, just here tasting yourself in his mouth and making OBSCENE noises about it, however muffled by how deep this kiss is, not to mention when you move in his lap, purely to kiss him more, that is hitting as hard and you have to look at him full !!]

James: [so into those noises and why we know she’s making them, say something else about how she tastes, like you’re doing a rewrite of what you said earlier because gotta be more extra and explicit when she’s looking at you like that, reaching for your trousers which would have landed on the floor somewhere after working themselves off during all your antics so you can find your wallet and the contraception you’d always keep therein you big cheater, cos not trying to get anyone pregnant least of all this 16 year old girl, find that condom and dig it out, deliberately avoiding looking at the pics of Jay and the scan pic of baby Mattie that you also keep in there because can’t let you be derailed by the fact you clearly promised yourself you wouldn’t cheat again when this 2nd pregnancy happened, it’ll help that you’re v distracted by still kissing her as much as you feasibly can while doing this]

Ava: [letting your eyes follow his hands reaching for this condom, placing your own hand gently over his, not in a STOP manner but just pausing him ‘don’t you want me to taste you first?’ because of course we will and feel as if we should if this was reciprocal but in reality who knows how much time you have here so maybe he won’t but you haven’t allowed yourself to think about the ticking clock]

James: [doing a lil shiver which perfectly illustrates the internal dilemma you’re facing between letting her because of course you want that, you want everything, but on the other hand not knowing how much you can take when you’re this turned on rn and that if she kills you you’ll have to start all over or potentially not hookup yet if time does run out ‘What do you want?’ because you’re never allowed to make a decision so of course you’d default to letting her make it]

Ava: [converting this into holding his hand again because you don’t wanna look like you’re saying no to contraception here, or forcing him one way or the other, doing a small smile at his shiver ‘just you’ which isn’t helpful as a reply but taking the condom from his hand and going to put it on him is because that was his first instinct hence we are going with that being the right answer here and now, kissing his neck as we do this]

James: [doing a bigger shiver about it because whichever option she’d picked he’d be overwhelmed by cos that’s the mood we’re in and how !! we are but clearly that was your first instinct and what you do think the right call is for this moment and the amount of time y’all have or you wouldn’t have done it so, happy to go with it obvs, hence you get a noise as well, because the relief to finally be naked when he’s been in his underwear this whole time if nothing else]

Ava: [‘Fuck, James’ with all the feeling, as if how turned on and how painfully so you are only registered with us in this moment because kinda, soz you were letting us be selfish af with how slay that was, the biggest compliment we could give you without intending to ‘I want this’ as if you’re amending your previous statement because must let you know how quickly and intensely our own pressure is building back up here, once you’ve got the condom on and you’re sure of it, lying back down on this rug because you want him to look at you how he does and be the one in control, shamelessly]

James: [saying her name practically as a GASP in response as if he’s so scandalised by hearing her swear for the first time lol but we all know it’s not that and he is in fact just dying because truly couldn’t be more turned on or want her more, can literally only nod like I want this too because what are words atm, it goes without saying he’s STARING at her even more intensely than when he took her dress off but I’d like it noted that even though he also wants to be in control and will, he is still thinking of her and being slay with how this hookup is being initiated because all too aware that however experienced or inexperienced she is or isn’t it’s unlikely that she’s been with someone who’s as well endowed as him, which he’s gotta be with how tall he is, I’m soz that’s just factual, and however turned on she may be, he could still hurt her and clearly doesn’t want to, so despite how desperate we are, being careful and taking it slow, he’s that sort of bear]

Ava: [my boo says he’s packing and she’s so right for that lmao, and as much as you think you wanna go feral, you also would not want to be hurt so his consideration is noted and appreciated, even if it would in some small way make you feel inexperienced, not in a mortifying way or one you cannot get over because, like my boo said, this is unavoidable until you’ve worked out the position and rhythm that works for y’all both here, ‘consoling’ yourself by kissing him, so you can put all this !! energy into that whilst you have to be chill here, also letting him hear all the sounds you make by being this close so he knows where you’re at comfort-wise]

James: [we have to give him that because not only is it realistic but if he was that tall but had an awkwardly small dick Chlo would shout it from the rooftops and everybody would know and it’d make his life even less worth living, we can’t do it to him, the boy has suffered enough, even if size isn’t everything, she’s not having that win thank you, and don’t worry girl he will find a position and rhythm that works very quickly and then he can let himself go more like you both need without hurting you physically in not holding back or your ego in having to, this isn’t gonna be an awkward first time, I’m sure James has had more than his fair share of those already]

Ava: [oh absolutely, she’s always been that sort of gal and still would be so hell no, the only thing you’ve got is you mentally abused him into being who and what you needed and that makes you look worse than you ever could him so bye, bitch; and likewise as this starts to hit just right you will naturally move against him more yourself, so you’re both in control of how this is going and you don’t feel like you’re flopping here because no, not the mood, we’re so into this]

James: [I’m so glad James and Chlo rarely hook up because it truly gives me the ick to think about, can’t wait for her to flop again when the twins dad leaves her, couldn’t be more deserved, meanwhile java are having the best time and nobody is flopping, far from it]

Ava: [no one deserves to be alone more than you, ma’am and we owe you nothing, you and that dude last for a long enough time and it makes our overall story better because Tancy, you are not so ha ha not sorry; also no one is thinking about you right now, I grant you we unavoidably will be at points as is how cheating goes but right now nothing else and no one else is relevant to this girl right here]

James: [literally, that unholy union lasts ages and him leaving you for a younger hotter version of you is what you need sis, and right now even if you were continuously blowing James’ phone up he would neither notice nor care, we’re too busy experiencing peak romance, excuse us]

Ava: [idk how you aren’t humbled already but clearly that one man actually being done with your shit is the kick up the arse you always needed, coming entirely too late but there we are; here and now, trying to describe how this feels to him but that getting to you to the point you cannot so you have to promise to tell him later]

James: [I am gonna need Chlo trying to proposition Teddy when said hubby leaves because he’s a mess and she thinks it’s a sure thing/they’ve always flirted for his amusement but never gone there and him v cruelly rejecting her because he never would actually go there, cos again deserved but that’s neither here or there rn, rn James is likewise promising to write Ava whole chapters about this]

Ava: [makes note of that for the sugarbaby timeline, for sure; ‘I don’t know if either of us could get through that’ because imagining how turned on he’d get reliving to write it and how we would reliving and reading, illustrating this point by making a torturously slow circle with our hips, holding back the movements he was making with both our hands on his waist]

James: [he’ll 1000% be flirting with Chlo at this baby shower but he just enjoys how cray she is, he’d never fancy her on a good day and especially not when she’s preggo and flopping, the same way he fancies Ava and has been trying to get with her from whenever she was single but not really because she’s far too sensible for him, oh Teddy ILY sir ‘I told you I’d gladly suffer’ because he did say that earlier, illustrating his point by letting her torture him with her antics and giving her briefest and softest peck on the lips]

Ava: [looking for that perfect middle ground, clearly lol; here pouting again like you’re not the one making him ‘suffer’ and very much could stop and let him go again but you haven’t yet, pouting your frankly obscene lips into this soft kiss in the most tempting way you possibly could]

James: [mhmm, and it’s Nancy, they’re fated as evidenced by both of them wearing blue cos their minds work the exact same way, here saying ‘oh darling’ into this kiss like we sincerely feel so sorry for her as if she isn’t doing this to us and to herself lol]

Ava: [we all know this but y’all don’t fully yet because but a child here and she’s too busy living her Uni best life whilst not actually going herself lmao; ‘you’re so nice’ almost disbelievingly at the levels, hence being nice ourself and letting go, moving our arms around his neck to pull him back closer so the pace can be picked up again, moaning into the makeout you also begin]

James: [do the most to show her how nice you think she is with all your makeout and sexy antics including manoeuvring y’all into a handhold that lasts the longest one has yet, no notes]

Ava: [definitely going to be holding hands when you both cum, peak romance]

James: [mhmm, they gotta, it’s so important]

Ava: [you are SO welcome that no one is home or is going to suddenly appear to be home so you two can just be here dead in the hallway]

James: [absolutely, they are both gonna need a sec to try and recover from that, he’ll be here blatantly shooketh at how good that was and making no attempt to hide the fact he can’t get over it]

Ava: [at least y’all can actually lay here and have this moment, the rush isn’t such a rush that that’s an impossibility, just be here looking at him again like you can’t believe he’s real, stroking his cheek]

James: [no eventually he’ll have to get up and clean himself up and sort his shit out and make moves etc but that is not yet, yet again move her hair for her, pushing it over her shoulder this time once you’ve stroked it out of her face so you can lean your head into her and snuggle into the crook of her neck for a moment, doing your trying to calm down slightly breaths into her skin]

Ava: [just cuddling like you’ve known each other forever, which always feels bizarrely more intimate than everything else you’ve just done that is arguably more so but we’re not uncomfortable at all either way ‘sorry we didn’t make it to my room’ with a little smile, like whoops because no way was that happening]

James: [‘you’ll have reason to invite me back’ like a room tour is the only reason she’d wanna see him again, because he is sassy and he has bants despite Chlo’s best efforts]

Ava: [doing a little lol to match like oh thank goodness because I was searching for one there ‘and will you?’ the slight edge of nervousness in our voice because he could turn ‘round right this second and regret this, or tomorrow morning, you can’t guarantee not]

James: [lifting his head to give her heart eyes about that lol, can’t help but do that ‘will you have me?’ as if it’s entirely her decision because to him it feels like it is, he truly can’t believe his luck that this happened once because from his POV he’s a flop and she’s incredible, the same nerves in his voice, literal hesitation to say it which isn’t just his breathing still being slightly erratic, we know]

Ava: [nodding excitedly, trying not to start giggling again because can’t be doing all that but it is how we feel over him not immediately writing this off as a mistake or a one-time thing, which we had to accept as possibilities as he’s the one in a relationship here, one we’re not pretending to know the ins and outs of, even if everyone knows Chlo and knows what she’s like to some extent ‘I told you, I’m yours’ trying to say that casually like you’re just being tongue in cheek and aren’t very serious about only being interested in seeing him right now]

James: [her obvious excitement making him smile but it’s a little one not a wild one because we’re still scared to be too much when we’re in this immediate of the aftermath thinking we’ll freak her out by coming on far too strongly, that said, her next words aren’t at all casual and his heart feels like it’s stuck in his throat or going to beat out of his chest and he can’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around her and giving her the most dramatic hug, literally breathing her in and then saying something v poetic about what she smells like]

Ava: [making the sort of contented noises you do when you have a proper bear hug, squeezing him back with the matching energy, doing little kisses on whatever skin you can reach from within this hug, leaving your lips lingering as he speaks, breathing more rapidly because he just gets you ‘you’ll turn me on again’ giving this skin a playful nip, not enough to leave any mark, of course]

James: [picking her up and laying her down on this sofa like they’re gonna go for round 2 because in an ideal world they would, but obvs they can’t because time and real life is a bastard, so he’s just standing over her, taking in the sight of her lying there, trying to commit it all to memory]

Ava: [you can hear the heart eyes in her laughter, before you can literally see them as we’re attempting to maintain eye contact as you look at us, even if we inevitably have to look away blushing ‘this was-’ genuinely stopping, trying to search for a word or words even that would adequately describe how you feel about this experience but you cannot so just shaking your head with a lil smile ‘you know’ because we think/very much hope it continued to be a moment for you too, slowly getting up from this couch to kiss his cheek on tiptoes ‘thank you’]

James: [‘yes’ because we hard agree both that it was indescribable and that we’re on the same page as her about it, holding both her hands while she kisses his cheek, giving them a squeeze as she thanks him like no thank you, looking down at her from this height diff ‘happy birthday, Ava’ with all the feeling in the world because we’d love to say so much more than that but we’re trying to have some chill]

Ava: [when a big part of you wants to cry but it is purely in that sentimental way and you can thankfully blink it off, giving him those glistening almost wet eyes back with a smile, nodding because you can’t say thank you again and anything else you could say is likewise too much or so you think, so after a while, just here holding hands, saying ‘I’ll walk you out’ like you aren’t naked lol, ‘to the door’ as a correction because yeah, best not go out on the street like this 😏]

James: [watch her blink back tears and look at you like she is before kissing her under each eye, like you would each cheek if you were doing a goodbye moment, that soft and brief kind of little kiss, a small sigh escaping because he doesn’t wanna leave on any level and he can’t even pretend that isn’t blatant ‘will you close them for me instead?’ like he can just sneak out that way and it’ll suddenly make it easy rather than ridiculously difficult]

Ava: [doing your own suppressed gasp/sigh because the idea is just as unappealing to you but you nod ‘I can try for you’ and demonstrating as much, even though you’re holding one of his hands so he can’t just leave]

James: [catch him keeping hold of her hand while he reaches for/kicks toward him/whatever moves are necessary to gather his clothes to him without letting go because simply will not, hurrying into them as best he can one handed and then kissing her, with the intention of it being a similar soft and brief one of the lips like he did under her eyes while her eyes are still closed, but ofc it immediately turns into more of a still soft but very !! and dramatic kiss]

Ava: [the accidental tension created for you, because you’re serious about keeping your eyes closed so you don’t exactly know what he’s doing though obviously you have a rough idea but you’re not sure how dressed he is, how ready to leave, just here with your heart pounding casually but trying to act like it’s all okay, only letting his hand go, finally, to cup his face because you need to make this kiss a proper goodbye one and thus putting your all into it is not optional, if you don’t want to stay even more then we’re doing it wrong]

James: [I imagine you’re pretty dressed because having a baby means you’ve gotten good at doing things one handed whilst holding her with your other, as dressed as you can be anyway given your top and jacket are downstairs, here topless having the most romantic goodbye kiss of all time nbd, picking her up like he can just carry her away with him because we so wish]

Ava: [mhmm, and we can let you both get downstairs unscathed whilst barely breaking your kiss because it’s a must and he’s a father, he can multitask, not at all casually getting more insistent and extra the closer to this door you know you are]

James: [what an absolute mood, and yes, catch him hardcore making out with her against the door again, a full circle moment here because we can’t and won’t stop, just desperately kissing her like his heart is gonna shatter into a million pieces the second they aren’t]

Ava: [at first we’re holding back all the dramatic and lovelorn things we want to say in this moment, you can tell by the !! pauses where something should absolutely be, as well as the blatant noises of frustration of doing so, before we land on really quietly whispering ‘you’ll be back, you’ll come back’ over and over, for our benefit or yours, it’s unclear but it is both, honestly]

James: [likewise stopping himself from running his mouth because we don’t wanna be that bitch to make and then have to immediately break a promise and the struggle is clearly as real for him to the point where he’s having to keep kissing her with no pauses even for breath, to the point where they feel like they’re gonna fall through this door onto the street]

Ava: [the way we’d so happily let that happen right now, the only fucks we have left to give are being channelled into us still having our eyes shut even though we SO badly will have wanted to open them by now]

James: [the only reason they aren’t hooking up against this door right here and right now are the clothes he has struggled on and thank god because you would not be being safe and you don’t need that freakout sir, they so nearly are though because there is no chill and no fucks to be given from him either]

Ava: [the freakout would not be the one, even though this girl is absolutely on contraception, you do not know that nor trust that yet because your trauma, though, of course, it is as obvious that you are there too, arguably more so because you’re not dressed, just saying his name in the most pleading way even though what you’re actually asking for is not clear]

James: [letting this happen because those few clothes are a barrier to her getting impregnated but not either of you eventually cumming and there’s absolutely no reason why you can’t and shouldn’t do that when you’re being this highkey, he doesn’t have far to travel to go home, get in the shower when you are boy and it’s fine]

Ava: [it’s not like Chlo cares nor is particularly observant when she decides to, plus she’ll be asleep for hours, only you waking up when Jay does in the AM, so y’all have this, gonna have to have you cinematically open your eyes right as you cum, of course, just necessary]

James: [exactly, we can and we will, they’re already being robbed of him staying longer, this and how hot and cinematic it is is the very least they deserve, ofc he’s gotta say her name when he do because he didn’t say it back when she said it that dramatically before]

Ava: [y’all deserve it and it is everything you needed it to be, no notes]

James: [sadly you then have gotta put her down and put your top and jacket on so you can actually be ready to leave however much you don’t want to, but you’re welcome that you’re a man so you can walk without being raped and murdered and it’ll give you the time to think that you’d want]

Ava: [you can finally get out of his way and go find a blanket on the sofa to wrap yourself in and then sit down so you’re not just there being tempting when you know at some point he really does have to go, you can’t delay it forever]

James: [and you can finally open his present when he leaves gal cos you never did, that’s fun, keep the peak romance going by staying up and reading it if you want]

Ava: [definitely what is occurring, it’s clearly still the weekend in the AM so you have no reason not to and there’s nothing else you want to do besides see him again, which you have NO idea when that is so, find that present and get it unwrapped and get reading, wondering should we post this bit, then we can have her message him, which she will, but then we can do a Teddy convo in the middle just for our own amusement?]

James: [I think we should post this bit yeah because it’s a good stopping point for now, she’s got her reading to do and he’ll probably be writing (after he’s showered and those practical tasks) until Jay wakes up early how little kids inevitably do even at the weekend and then he’ll be taking care of her, so it tracks we’ll have time to do a Teddy convo and her bestie too if we want before James gets back to her]

Ava: [exactly dr phil]

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