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moneymasnn · 2 years

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I’ll try to fix you|Mason Mount

Notes: NOT PROOF READ This was a request but I accidentally deleted it from my drafts, so thank you to whoever requested this because it was just the sweetest idea, and I really really enjoyed writing this!!

Blurb: One where you and mason are childhood sweethearts, but you break up when masons choses the party life over you. After a year of not being together and mason being labelled as 'wasted potential' in the press, masons mum calls you asking for help, as a last resort.

It all started when he got that first goddam paycheck. You can't remember exactly how much it was, but what you do remember is that it was more than what you would ever earn within the space of six months, and he was receiving these weekly.

He was smart at first, then he realized that no matter what he did he was good at his job and that the money will always be rolling in.

It started with the big expensive gifts, which you were thankful of course, then the fancy holidays and your weekly date nights went from shitty pasta in your cramped university room watching a film on your laptop all cozy in bed to overly priced fancy restaurants in central london.

You were proud of him, he deserved it, all of it. Especially when you had seen how far he had come and how hard he had worked to get where he was now. He well and truly deserved it.

But when his attitude changed, your relationship changed.

"£24,000!? Mason, are you serious? How do you even manage to spend that much money on one night out?" You asked him, freshly turned 21 year old mason.

"It happens, it was a fancy place, I bought strangers rounds. It doesn't even matter, everyone had a good time." He waved it off like it was nothing, and that infuriated you.

You hadn't gone out that night, but little did you know it would be that night that finished it for you, he officially wasn't him anymore.

It took you about six months after that to leave, when some mutual friends had told you about him flirting with other girls in clubs on weekdays. ‘Nothing serious, just harmless flirting’ is what he would call it, but it hurt, regardless of whether he thought it was just ‘harmless’.

"I can't do it anymore." you weren't shouting, you weren't angry, just tired and exhausted.

"Do what?" It was 4:00am. Mason had just come home from a night out, he reeked of sweat and tequila, but you were more worried about the fact that he had training in exactly three hours.

He had stumbled through the door to find you sitting on the steps, your hair was a mess and your eyes looked ridiculously red and puffy, almost like you had been crying for hours, or like you hadn't slept for days.

All true.

His eyes then averted down to the large array of suitcases and bags packed by the door.

"Where are you-"

"My Sisters. I don't plan on coming back, mase." Your heart thumped, but you were done. You were finally going to have a good night's sleep without wondering if he was ever going to come home that night. You didn't need to panic hide his car keys on a night out so he wouldn't do something silly. You wanted to have a life where you weren't constantly worried about him screwing up his own.

His eyes widened as he felt like he had suddenly sobered up, pulling off his shoes as he walked over to lean on the banister of the steps.

"I- what? Why?" His face was full of oblivion. Like he was oblivious to the pain he had put you through the last year.

"I don't want this life anymore, Mason." You mumbled, tears welling in your eyes as you knew you were about to walk away from what you knew was the love of your life.

This was the man you had been with since 16, the boy who stole your innocence and your first kiss.

The only man you had ever loved, and only ever will love. You knew you would never meet someone who will love you as much as the broken boy in front of you had. You knew even though you were about to leave him, you would still never picture yourself walking down the aisle to anyone else, there was no one else you wanted to have children with, start a family with, grow old with. But you had started to accept that if you weren't going to have it with him. You wouldn't have that life with anyone.

"Baby, don't be silly, I- Y,n?" He could see you were being deadly serious, but then he did something that wasn't him, and he knew it was wrong, but he turned it back on you.

"Are you going to leave me? After everything we've been through? All the holidays I've taken you on, everything I've done for you-

"I never asked for any of that." You were quick to shut him down.

There was a silence after that, Mason was at a loss for words. For some reason he always thought that no matter how bad he would ever fuck up, he would always have you.

"You've changed, you're not the person I fell in love with-" But Mason cut you off.

"Well I'm not sixteen anymore either, y/n." He scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air.

Your face turned red as you stood on the bottom step, your grip tightened on your bag in your hands, you looked up at the man front of you, his two top buttons on his white shirt were undone, with clear lipstick marks were smeared on his collar as you huffed out a laugh.

"No, sixteen year old Mason was kind and selfless and sweet, he cared about others, he put the people he loved first. Sixteen year old Mason wouldn't have forgotten that it was his own dad's birthday today!” You yelled out of anger, your finger coming up to point into his chest.

Mason's eyes completely widened as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the date, he rubbed his eyes with his palms as he suddenly felt a pit of guilt form in his chest.

"Yeah," your lips form a straight line, "kind of embarrassing when your boyfriend doesn't turn up to his own dads birthday meal, all because he was too busy doing body shots of a stripper and probably fucking some girl in the toilet."

Your anger had piled out now as you felt the tears stream harder, you pushed his chest a few times, causing him to stumble back.

"Y/n. Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."

"Yeah," You grabbed his shirt as you placed your head on his chest, feeling the warmth of him for what you knew would be the last time.

"Me too."

It was about one year since you left his house and didn't come back. The memory of him stuck with you though. You knew it was done, but you had always wished he had called you, apologized, gotten sober and begged for you to come back. You knew Mason was stubborn, but the fcat he never came after you that night, never tried to contact you, he let you walk away. And you never knew if that's because he was done too, or if it was an act of selflessness, and he let you go for your sake.

He was being labeled as wasted potential on the front pages of most news articles, 'The boy who could have had it all'. That's what they were calling him. It started when Southgate dropped him from the squad, and then Chelsea stopped playing him after all his poor performances on the pitch.

It hurt you every time you were reminded of how you left him like that, you almost blamed yourself, but no one could help Mason, but Mason.

You never could find a love like masons again, you were so sure he was your soulmate fallen down the wrong path.

This was until his mum called you out of the blue, actually on what would have been your seventh anniversary. You spoke over the phone with Debbie for a while, she always said you were like another daughter to her. She had known you since you were sixteen, sneaking around with Mason when you were just young teenagers.

She explained how it happened, he had fallen into a routine, a bad one, and as much as you wanted to stay out of it, when she started to cry down the phone, pleading for you to try, you couldn't say no.

So here you were, outside the same big house you used to once call home.

Not really paying attention as Debbie was waffaling in your ear.

"Thank you so much for trying to talk to him, y/n, we appreciate it so much."

"Of course." You fake smiled, the anxiety tearing you apart as you stared down the dead plant pot by the front door.

"He hasn't been to training today, he has training again on Friday and a match on Saturday and I have no idea what to with him, y/n he's just so-"

"Debs, I'll try my best, I promise." You were sure you could help, but for Mason's loved ones sake.

She flashed you a warm smile, that meant so much to her she started to tear up, again.

You walked through the all too familiar house, he had kept most of the things you had both chosen together when moving in here. Your painting you had picked out as a moving gift still hung on the hallway, your scented candle was still on the coffee table by the door.

But you felt your heart skink when you saw a beat down pair of your old Nike trainers at the back of Mason's shoe rack.

You walked into the dimly lit living room, no light in the whole house was on. Then you saw him. He was sprawled out on the sofa, complaining about how much his head hurt when he raised his head. It sounded silly but he thought he had caught the scent of your perfume. But then his tired eyes locked with your pitty ones.

"Mum-" he froze when he saw you behind her, the year he hadn't seen you and you looked so different, good different. It just proved his theory that you were doing better without him. The first thing he noticed was your hair, you had cut your hair shorter, dying it a lighter colour. You always wanted to dye your hair lighter, talking about it all the time, but mason was shocked by how good you looked when you actually did it.

"Why Is she here?" Mason's voice boomed throughout his living room, as he sat up, throwing his head back on the sofa.

"You need to sort your shit out, Mason! She was the last option, or me and your dad are done cleaning up your messes, do you hear me mason? DONE!" You could tell she had some pent up anger in that sentence, she was such a caring mother, and you knew it must have hurt her to say that.

You watched Mason's eyes well up, as he finally sat up, his head was in his hands as you decided to walk over and crouch down next to him, wrapping your fingers around his cold wrist.

"Mase?"

"I don't need your help, y/n." He mumbled into his palms.

You stood up, looking back at his mum that was in his dad's arms, no doubt sobbing. You walked up to Debbie and placed a hand on her back, "You guys can go home, go rest, i'll have him back in training by Friday."

When his parents left you kicked his leg, forcing him to look up at you.

"You smell like shit." You smirk down at him.

"Piss off." He giggled, his eyes were puffy, like he hadn't slept for years, his skin looked cold and plate, his hair was a mess. It really hurt you seeing him like this.

"Get up." You grabbed his cold wrist and pulled him up so he was standing in front of you.

You placed your hands on his face, as you pulled him in for a hug, the kind of loving hug Mason hadn't felt for a long time.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled into him, feeling the tightness of his arms around your waist. You both stayed like that for a moment, feeling the warmth of your love.

You pulled away, standing on your tiptoes to place a small kiss to the boy's forehead, brushing his stick hair away from his face to get a good look at him.

"Shower?"

Mason nodded like a little boy as you took his much larger hand in yours, pulling him up the stairs you had said goodbye to him on and uo to the ensuite bathroom. Your room.

You turned the shower on, turning around to see Mason stood like a little child. He seemed so broken and fragile. He was helpless and he knew it. But you were going to try your best to fix him.

You turned to him, “Can I undress you?”

Mason just nods his head as he lifts his arms up for you to pull his shirt over his head. Mason pulls off his own pants as you start to pull off your own clothes.

It shocked him when he looked up and was brought to the surprise of your naked breasts, as you lent over to check the warmth of the shower.

You pulled his hand and slowly directed him into the shower, you watched as he threw his head back at the hot water cleaning his face from whatever he had been up to the night before.

Mason's back was placed against your chest as you grabbed the nearest bath soap and rubbed it over his shoulders.

Mason wanted to be stubborn, he wanted to protest and tell you he didn't want your help. But he just melted into your touch as your thumbs rubbed over his shoulder blades, washing the soap off of him.

You spined him around, rubbing his torso, it wasn't as toned as it was when you were last with him, he seemed like he had lost a lot of weight.

You then lathered up some shampoo in your hands before spinning him back the other way, rubbing the back of his head.

The shower was peaceful and intimate. In all the years you both were together you had never shared such a deep intimate moment with each other like this.

When you had rubbed most of his body and the bathroom was steamy enough you pulled away from the shower a little bit, rubbing your thumbs over his wet eyelashes.

“Are you ready to get out?”

Mason just nodded as you lent over to switch off the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you quickly, before grabbing another, rubbing down his wet body and placing it over his shoulders.

Mason followed you into his bedroom like a lost puppy. You sat him down on the bed, grabbing him some clothes to put on. Sill in your towel, helping mason step into a shirt and some pants.

“Can I borrow some clothes?” You asked him.

“Top draw.” He pointed to the set of draws by the door, but you were shocked when you opened it. It is all of your stuff, or what was left of it, yoru joggers, your favorite jumpers or masons. There were some polaroids at the bottom of the draw, birthday cards and a necklace he had gotten you for your seventeenth birthday with his initials on it. You tried to stop your eyes from welling up as you pulled out your old joggers and one of masons jumpers.

You could feel his eyes watching your silhouette as you got changed in front of him. But when you were fully dressed you turned to see how tired he looked.

“Get into the bed, mase.” You directed him, but he didn't budge.

“I don't need you to feel pity for me y/n.”

“I'm not doing this for you mason.” He knew what you meant by that, he knew how he was hurting people. He just nodded and climbed under the covers, on the left side, his side of the bed. You got into the bed you slept in every night with him once.

You pull your arms out, your hands in the air as you pat your chest for him to lay on.

Mason cuddles up into you, he relishes in the warmth of your skin. Swiftly listening to the fast rise and fall of your chest.

“Ive fucked everthing y/n.”

“I know.”

“I don't know who i am anymore.”

You sighed as your fingers rubbed the back of his hair, your chest tightening, not only at his sorrowful words but at the way he was holding you so tight, like he never wanted you to leave.

You just kissed the top of his head, “Get some sleep for me.”

You fell asleep with your fingers in his hair, still in the same position when you woke up. Your neck cramping slightly, but that didn't matter when mase was lightly snoring on top of you. You could tell he was sleepy, his mouth wide open as you noticed the small patch of drool on you, and his hand had a fist full of your shirt, pulling you close.

You checked the time on your phone, it was now Tuesday, at ruffly 8am, you had to get home for a zoom meeting at 10am so you nudged Mason awake.

“Mase?” You tried to make your voice as soothing and gentle as possible as you stroked his hair to wake him up.

“Mase? I have to go, I have work.”

Mason groned at that sentence, sitting up slightly as you watched him rub his eyes to wake himself up slightly.

“Thank you for coming, i'm sorry you had to-”

“Shut up, don't thank me, okay? Because you know no matter what I'll always do anything for you.”

Mason just flashed you the warmest smile, before flopping onto you again, pulling you into a tight hug again. You giggle as you hug him back.

“Get ready, you're coming with me.” You smiled as you pulled him off of you, sitting up as you were about to go down and make you both a quick tea.

“To your work?”

“It's only an online meeting, from home, so just chuck some comfy clothes on.” You dashed out of his bedroom, steadying your breath as you made his tea just the way he liked it, or that was how he used to like it, you just hoped he hadn't changed that much.

Mason had come down the stairs and you both silently sipped on your tea, you made mason pack a quick bag of essentials as you told him to stay at yours for the night, to get him out of his house. He never argued with you as he packed his toothbrush and some more clothes and hopped into the passenger's seat of your car.

You loved Cobham, the small town, it was quiet, no drama.

But for some reason after you break up, you found yourself moving into the city of london. You mian thought was that the city would keep you company. But the busyness of London just juxtaposed with your loneliness.

That is why Mason was quite shocked when he found you both driving to tower hamlets, the tall apartments he could never have imagined you living in.

The rest of the day was pretty calm, Mason was perched on your sofa, his mind wasnt focused on the tv but the view of London from your apartment, he thought it was beautiful.

When you had finished your zoom call it was around 4pm. You had fallen on the sofa with mason, talking about everything and nothing, living off the nostalgia of when you were just teenagers. You were laughing about old memories before ordering some food and watching a film on the sofa.

Even after a year of no contact, it was like nothing had changed as you both bickered over what to watch, mason finding it funny to steal the covers off you.

You had both fallen asleep like that. Curled up in your fluffy chelsea blanket that usually draped over your sofa, a blanket mason had gotten you when you first moved into your uni halls, but instead mason was wrapped up against you with the blanket on the sofa.

You both had done that all the way up till Thursday, you would laze about in your apartment all day. You would both wrap up warm and go for long walks along the river canell, sharing an airpod each. You would bath together everyday, sitting on either ends, throwing bubbles at each other.

As much as the week had meant to Mason, you really felt like it helped you too. You felt lonely in this big city on your own. And you didn't realize how much you missed his laugh, until you heard it again.

So when Thursday came back around you drove mason back to his home at night, the plan was to drop in off so he could sleep and wake up for training the next morning, but somehow Mason had weaved you into his bed. Not in a sexual way, the whole week masom nevr made any sexual avances towards you, you shared a bed for a week and all he wanted to do was cuddle you. So that's what you were doing on Thursday night.

Mason had gone to training no trouble, you had called his mother and she cried down the phone with thank yous, she just said she hoped he kept it up.

Later on on friday night, you were curled up on the sofa, reading a book, soaking up the silence now mason left, that was until your buzzer rang.

You pressed the button and that all too familiar voice rang through.

“Could you let me in, please? I brought you some chinese food.”

You were happy it was him, because you had only been alone a few hours and you found yourself missing him terribly.

Saturday rolled around quicker than expected, you were in the stands of stamford bridge once again, somewhere you didn't ever see yourself standing again.

Mason's mum and dad and brother were there too. Ecstatic that mason was actually in the starting eleven. And just as expected he played brilliantly, he even managed to score a goal.

You were proud, so proud.

However, you felt a sense of sadness come over you, almost like you had helped him, and now your work was done. The plan was for you to get him sober for a week, not to get back together with him, that was never on the table.

But when the match ended you found your body being wrapped around all of Mason's family members as they tell you how appreciative they are that you've helped him.

When Mason had stepped to the side of the pitch he jumped over the barrier, ignoring all protest of the fans and security, as his eyes were only fixated on you.

Mason's brother quickly nudged your arm, causing you to turn around, but you barely had a moment to blink, as Mason's arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you back as your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips attaching to yours in a teeth clashing kiss, just a simple long kiss, but to feel his warm lips on your again felt angelic for the both of you.

Considering you were both around the eyes of fans and family, mason pulled away, but still never letting go as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Y/n?” he spoke into your shoulder.

“Mase.”

“I know I wasn't the best boyfriend ever, but would you consider giving me a second chance?”

But you quickly replied, pulling your head from his neck and pecking his lips. Nodding your head.

“Of course I'll give you a second chance.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank, thank you.”

Mason pulled you tighter as he kissed your temple.

“I'm never letting you go again.” He mumbled into you.

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your-girl-mj · 2 years

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Please don't be inlove with someone else [Bruno x f!reader]

Summary: Bruno was enchanted to meet [name]— and [name] was enchanted to meet bruno

Warning: cringe. swear??? Words. Kinda angsty?? long story.

Note: if someone already did this, please do know that I didn't steal your idea, I have this idea late at night while vibing at the song

16 year-old Bruno had his shoulders slumped for the rest of the day, after getting yelled at for giving them a terrible "prophecy" when he was just pointing out that the fruit is already rotting.

He was just trying to help, but he disappoints everyone. His sisters tried to make him smiled or laugh by telling him jokes, mocking the villagers. The boy wasn't really in a mood, but he wants his sisters to be happy, so he faked it.

He faked being okay, he faked smiling, he forced himself to laugh. He just needs to, for them.

There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy.

Bruno's day continued like that, until he was told to answer the door, since it would be rude if no one greeted the visitor. That was when he first saw her, [name] [last name].

His sisters would always talk about her, how much of a good friend she is, very kind, welcoming, selfless.

This was the first time he actually met her, she wears a plain dress, plain sandals, while carrying a basket pull of things, to what he guesses is for his sister Julietta, nothing extraordinary. But to Bruno, she was enduring to looked at.

Vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

She tilted her head to the side, silently questioning who's in front of her. Which he picked up clearly, and starts to introduce himself.

"Uh, I'm Bruno, Julietta’s and Pepa’s brother..” he muttered quietly, but she heard them loud and clear. walking through the door once he opened it wide enough.

“oh! so you’re Bruno!” she exclaimed, "Sorry, I didn't notice—it's just the people in town described you as a scary man, who had bad luck always on his shoulders,"

"Yea," the boy awkwardly laughed it off, and continued to lead her to the kitchen where his sister is. Not gonna lie, he was a little offended on what she told him, but it's nothing new.

"I didn't expect you to be," the [eye. color]-eyed paused, thinking of a word to describe him, "adorable."

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". 'Cross the room your silhouette. Starts to make its way to me.

Bruno was sure his ears are broken, there's no way he was just called adorable, that's impossible. He felt his heart running laps, face heating up. He's never gotten a compliment outside of the family before.

The green-eyed can't help but hide his face, from pure embarrassment, making him hide himself deeper when he heard her laugh.

"Did I make you uncomfortable? Sorry, but I can't help it, you look really cute!"

Another compliment was thrown in his way, making him malfunction once again.

"I'm not cute.."

"You can't lie to yourself forever, señor."

Once they made it into the kitchen, Bruno was quick to leave the room, shuffling his way to his room, not wanting to attract any attention.

His sisters, however, still notice how he is swift to leave. Rising a brow to his actions, she turn to the visitor, already assuming what she did something to make her brother run like that.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I just said he's adorable, which is true, you can't deny that!"

The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks. Like passing notes in secrecy

Bruno was attached to [name] after few months, the girl didn't know if it's because she pick a fight with anyone who's insulting him so he can stop it, or that she's close with their family.

She didn't know that it's because, she's the only person outside the family be close to him. The future-teller feels some sort of comfort from her, he feels safe.

Her presence is warm, welcoming, accepting. Have a bad day? She's there, needs a shoulder to cry on? She's there, need another hand? She's there.

She never accused him for bad vision, she's just saying it's just the way things are. The boy found himself carving her attention every now and then. He would unconsciously followed her around town, he looked like a lost puppy.

"Bruno?" The [hair. color] called, the said boy hum in acknowledge, looking from his feet. "Do you need anything? You've been following me all day."

"Oh, I have? Sorry, I'm sorry about that— I'll uh get going.."

"No, no, no! Stay, I like your company! I just hope you're not 3 feet behind me." She chuckled.

The two sisters watch their little brother catch up, and engaged into a conversation with [name], you can see his bright smile from the other side of Encanto.

"He looks happy these days, genuinely happy."

"I agree, he smiles a lot too."

"¿Que? Mi mamà and papà would never separate! How dare you! What's your problem?!"

Bruno was kicked on his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs, his head and eyes ache from his gift, now his body is burning with agony.

As the guy, three years older than him continued to yell, saying mean things, kicking him at his back, chest, face, everywhere.

No one tried to help him, they just whisper with each other, some of them just stared and the others ignored it.

As if they're quietly saying he deserves it.

"¡Por favor! I didn't know why its- its like that!" He curled into a ball, trying to avoid the hits and kicks he's receiving. "¡Lo siento! Please spare me!" The madrigal cried.

Pepa...julieta... anyone, help me...

No one cared. His sisters nor mother's not here, no one will help the curse of encanto.

No one.

"Aye, aYE, AYE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??!"

So, someone did care.

The guy was pushed back brutally, 'causing him fell on his back. A figure stood infront of a trembling bruno, protecting him.

"Why did you push me??!"

"Why are you hitting him?!"

"He deserves to be hit! He wants my family to fall apart!"

"No he doesn't! STOP ASSUMING THINGS YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!!"

Bruno got in between them, trying to pull his friend away. The shoutings were heard making a small crowd form around them. He needs to stop this, he doesn't want her to get hurt because of him.

"[name], let's go he's not worth it..." he mumbled, tugging her arms, wanting to be away from there as quick as possible.

Unfortunately for him, the guy heard him. His face turned red in anger, the audacity he have to give him a bad vison and say he's not worth it, is making him want to beat up the guy.

"You little—" he swang his fist directly at the madrigal, but it collided with something else, more like someome else.

[Name]'s cheek burn, her head became dizzy from the hit. The green-eyed stood from his spot in horror, he have never seen someone punch in his life. It's alway him, being the victim not the others. After snapping back to reality he's practically panicking, is she alright? That was a big hit, her bones might crack. He needs to get her to Julieta.

Even though she's in a lot pain, the girl mocks the guy saying that it wasn't manly for him to hit a girl, let alone a few years younger than him.

She caught him off guard by kicking him in his private part, causong him to kneel down, holding it in pain. The crowd, including bruno wince at the action, knowing well that it must have hurt a lot.

Once he was down, she kicked him in his nose making him lay down on the ground, and her going on top of him, punching him hard.

"What?! Not so tough now, huh??! This is for bruno! This is also for bruno! This one is for insulting him, kicking him, punching him—" her insults continued.

The future-teller tried his best to pull his friend off. Some villagers also tried to pull her off, but failed. Many called out, but she ignored it. The guys is sobbing, in pain and humiliation from being beaten up by a girl. He screamed apologies at her but she opposed him saying he should be sorry to bruno.

A thunder was heard followed by a rain above her, causing [name] to snapped out.

Turning around, she saw Bruno hugged safely by julieta, and Pepa approaching her, a cloud stalking her.

"Look at your fist!! It's all bloody!"

"It's not my blood so who cares?"

"You still got hurt badly! You have to stop picking a fight!"

"He was gonna hit bruno! I need to stop him, or he will do it again!"

The ginger and [hair.color] argued, as julieta hurried to finish her cooking. [Name] held the ice on top of bruno's head, considering that he was hit numerous times.

Despite her popped eye brow, bruised cheek, and bloody fist, she was perfectly fine, it hurts but she can handle it. The girl is more worried about her friend.

"Are you feeling alright now? Julieta is almost done." [Name] assured, once Pepa left to talk to her sister.

"You didn't have to do that..."

"Do what?" He frown at her words, but she just laugh.

"Don't laugh, you got hurt because of me.. I can't forgive myself-"

"Hey," she called out, being gentle with his face as she move his head to face her. He can't look at her, knowing that he's the reason she got hurt. "Bub, it's not your faul‐"

"How come it's not my fault?! You took the hit! I'm suppose to have that bruise, not you! You can't keep picking fights-"

"Bruno, he was a pervert. I beat him up 'cause he deserves it, and I never have a proper excuse to hit him like that. I took the hit because I wanted to, okay? Stop blaming yourself."

The said boy continued to look down, but soon look up when he felt her lips pressing on his forehead, his face warming up. "I'm glad that you're alright now."

And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

At the age of 18, the future-teller can't deny his feeling anymore.

He wants to confess, he wants to be with her. Be hers, and [name] his. He's feeling selfish, but he can't help it. Not when he heard his sisters talking about [name] liking someone.

He can't risk confessing and ruining their 2-years of friendship. But why would she flirt with him then? Keep saying he's a handsome young man? Cute, adorable, hard-working, kind, etc. She's literally confusing!

He promised himself to never look into her future without consent, he wants her to be as comfortable as possible.

The green-eyed often zone-out almost everyday, and everytime. He would always get scolded of because of it. How can he not? When she's literally there, showering him with affection, no idea how much affect she has in him.

"Aye, 'migo! What are you thinking so hard about?" The [hair. color] smirks, making his cheeks heat up a bit, and his heart aches from being called a friend.

Amigo huh? I'm just a friend to her...

"It's nothing, I was just um, thinking about what chores should I finish next."

The girl could feel his gloomy personality and tried to cheer him up. "Aww, is little Bruno having problems again?" She playfully nudged him, beaming when he finally cracked a small smile.

"I'm fine [name], you're swooning over me again, am I really that charming?" He teased, tiny nervousness still present.

"Woah! Where did you get that? I didn't know you can be flirty, Hermoso."

Hermoso, okay now he's back to himself, all the confidence earlier banished, back to his stuttering self. "I- I kinda overheard um, Felix! Talking to uh, Agustin about these things," he stammers, avoiding eye contact. "I thought I could use it against you—since you always teased me.."

The girl laughs, leaning on her friend. "How about I take you out for tonight?"

Bruno's ears peaked up, red dusting his cheeks, "take me o-out? With you..?"

"Yea! Let's sneak out tonight, I wanna show you something cool, meet me by the bridge at midnight, okay? Okay, bye!"

"I, uh, yea bye!"

Calm yourself, Bruno! It's not a date, she's just going to show you something. Nothing special, nothing new.

The young man paced back and forth, fidgeting the ends of his new green ruana, a gift he got from Julietta. It's rather big, but he still wore it since it's cold, perfect for a cold night like this.

His pet rat: Manuel, watched him through his big black eyes as he starts to ramble to himself. "It's not a date, right? But the way she said it.. take me out? To a hangout or a... I need to stop jumping to conclusions-"

Bruno stops his ramblings when he was interrupted with a squeak from Manuel, strolling near his pet, he inquired. "why? What's wrong? Are you hungry? You can go back to la casita if you want, I'm sure there are still leftovers over the counter."

"Aww, I didn't know you'll be bringing Manuel with you, I would've brought a snack with me."

The madrigal jump from his place, black curls bounce once he does so, as if it's instinct he places a protective hand to his rat friend, and bringing up with a fist to the person like he's... giving a fist bump?

"Woah, Woah! Relax bub, it's just me." [Name] rise her hands, surrendering from his not-so-threatening fist with a smile. The lantern swung as she moves her hand.

The boy let out a heavy sigh, relieved that it's not a stranger, "you scared me, at least warned me of you're here, and don't just appear next to me!"

"Sorry, sorry, my bad!" She giggled, "come on, follow me!" The [hair. color] run into the trees, making Bruno worried, and followed her quickly after he shoved Manuel into his ruana.

"[Name]! Wait! Slow down!"

"Hurry Bruno!"

The duo arrived into a field, the grass is just below their waist, the girl turned off the light of the lantern, making the madrigal panicked, moon is there only light now.

His anxiety is rising with every second of it, what if a big snake a just behind that bush, ready to devour them? What if a wolf just came in running full speed and ate them? What if—

"Bruno."

Her [eye. color] shines under the moon as she stares at him with a comforting look, "it's safe, I've checked it many times." Gently taking hold of his hands, she guides him in front of the field. "You can run, right?"

"R-run? What are we running from? Is there someone else here?—"

"Bruno, can. you. run?"

"..yes."

"Good," she pulled him with her, as she run backward. The moment she stepped into the field, hundreds of fireflies merged from their hiding places, flying around them. Bruno stared at them in awe, mesmerize by the bugs surrounding them.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go.

Her path lights up into greenish-yellow lights, as more fireflies wake up from their slumber, she runs with him, laughing and smiling. He soon joins with her, spreading his arms to wake more glowing bugs to light up their surroundings.

They let go of each other's hands and started to run in different directions, shouting and cheering as they do. They would draw patterns on the grass, jumping over each other's shoulders (Bruno face-planted when he tried, making them stop doing it) and now, they were lying on the grass, gazing at the starry night sky, clearly out of breath.

"So," she panted, "It's cool isn't it?"

"Cool? It's more than cool! It was awesome!"

The two talks to what felt like hours, but when the green-eyed saw her eyes flattering shut, he knew she needed to rest.

"Let's get you home now, it is pretty late."

"What? Why?? We're having so much fun!!"

"Come on now señorita, we don't want your parents to be worried about you."

After he dropped [name] off her house, he can't help but think all the moments they shared when they were on the field, he felt his face heating up from their conversation, and her attempts on cheering him up.

She didn't know how much she affects him.

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. I was enchanted to meet you

He lay awake that night, still thinking about earlier, about her. Their conversation, about why she took him there.

"You like someone, don't you?" Her question caught him off guard, not expecting a bold inquiry.

"What- what makes you say that?"

"You zone out a lot, and when I tease you saying, 'you're deep in thought, is it a girl??' You'll blush and push me away saying it's nothing." Turning her body, facing him. "We both know it's not nothing. So, who do you love?"

Love, Do I love her?

He can't stop his train of thoughts, does he? Or it's just a little crush? Admiration.

The lingering question kept me up 2 AM, who do you love?

The future-teller heard a squeak next to him, seeing his little companions asking for food. "Oh, I forgot about you guys! I'm sorry, I'll get you food downstairs now, let's go, let's go!"

He nimble on the leftover arepas, giving little crumbs to his companions while he glace at the front door for the nth time tonight.

Bruno paced in the kitchen, thinking that it's the best way to calm his racing mind.

Why is he even awake? That's right, his rats want food, but that was after he can't sleep. He was thinking about her, [name].

The boy sighs, glancing at the door once again.

Why is he waiting for her? It's almost morning, well technically it is morning. She's probably asleep.

I... need sleep.

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake and now I'm pacing back and forth. Wishing you were at my door. I'd open up and you would say, "Hey"

A certain [hair. color] stayed awake on her bed, her thoughts trailing back to the moments she shared with Bruno.

The way his face glistened as the fireflies pass them, his soft voice echoed in her head. His beautiful emerald eyes stared back at her, as he smiles, thanking her for bringing him into the field.

She should be thanking him, she's been the happiest since she met him. She can't deny the jealousy when her friend confirmed that his thoughts are about a girl. But seeing him happily talk about how he admires this mysterious girl, she knows that she's gonna need to let him go, if he's happy, then she's happy.

The girl can't help but finally admit that she really did fall for Bruno madrigal.

It was enchanting to meet you. All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you

Days passed and the boy became an insomniac, his attempts to sleep failed. As he keeps tossing and turning, his thoughts always brought back to their moment at the field.

As firefly floats around her, he could see the reflections of the light from the insects. For the very first time, he understand the difference from pretty and beautiful.

Wait.. I love her...?

"I love her! Manuel!" He called out, picking up his rat friend, "I figure it out, I love her!! I love [name]!"

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew...

After a week, The girl still remembered how a firefly land on top of his nose while they lay down, his chest rising and falling as he let out an airy chuckle. Manuel came out from his hiding and chase a few fireflies, running and jumping with his little feet, the duo giggled at his attempts.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go.

"Good night, [name]."

"Good night, Bruno!"

As [name] held her night-gown in front of her, ready to put it on and sleep. She held it close, spinning around, waltzing herself to the bathroom. Daydreaming about her beloved Bruno.

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. I was enchanted to meet you

A few months had passed, [name] ended up confessing first due to Bruno being a little scaredy cat and is not afraid to take his feelings with him to his grave. They live life to the fullest, they love each other, and nothing can get in between them.

The madrigal sisters are happy considering that their best friend will be their soon-to-be sister-in-law. Not that they will admit it out loud but, they're already planning a wedding.

Felix and Agustin congratulated him, for finally having the guts to confess. (Bruno lied about him being the one to confess 'cause he thinks they will make fun of him. Which is something he should not be worried about, 'cause Pepa already told Felix, and Felix told Agustin, but they played along since they don't want Bruno to embarrass himself)

They're been together since, through the ups and downs. They fall harder for each other, each day.

Days turned into months and months turned into years, until the madrigal proposed to her. Finally making up his mind that he wants to spend his life with [name]. This was just the beginning, the beginning of their new life together.

This is me praying that. This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends

After 6 years of being in a relationship, they are finally being wed. Living happily with their three kids.

"Amor?" He mutters, drawing shapes at her back as they lie down on his bed, receiving a hum from his wife. "Thank you for confessing that day, otherwise we will still be friends right now.."

He felt her vibrate as she let out a laugh, "I knew you won't tell a soul when you like someone, so I took the step forward."

"Wait, are you saying.. you knew I've liked you for so long but you didn't say anything?"

"Remember the day I took you out to the field?"

"Yea, it was one of the best days of my life. Besides meeting you and our wedding, and maybe when our children were born‐"

"Bub, you're changing the topic again!" [Name] boop his adorable big nose, getting his attention quickly, making him giggle at her gesture.

"Oh, right sorry sorry! So that's the day you knew I like you?"

"I can't lie to you, at first I was jealous 'cause you talk so lovely about her, but when you say she was your best friend for the longest time, I was confused. Aren't I, your only best friend for the last 2 years, or you've been keeping secrets from me? But I was like 'no, Bruno won't lie to me!' And then I kept—" the [hair. color] continues to ramble, her facial expressions make him laugh, not because she looks funny, but it's because she is adorable.

My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again

Bruno is troubled, it's like he wasn't his usual self, he acts normal in front of everyone including his wife, but she knows something is troubling him.

His knocking on the wood is becoming a little aggressive than became, he crosses his fingers with every chance he gets.

He throws salt and sugar constantly, making [name] worry. Yes, it's normal for everyone for Bruno to do these things but, not every day, not every minute. He only did this once a week, so why is he doing all of this all of the sudden?

"Coràzon, talk to me... what's wrong?" She kneeled down from the bed to see his face since he's looking down on his lap, his distracted face is showing.

"It's nothing, I was just-"

"It's not nothing," she paused, grabbing his chin making him glace at her. "Hey, look at me. You know you can talk to me about everything, right? Come on now, take your time."

He shifted his eyes from the floor to her [eye. color] ones, "I've b-been having these nightmares, and I'm afraid of them coming true, 'cause I-I don't know if they're a vision or just a nightmare.." he cries, putting a hand of his eyes wanting to stop the tears, his wife put a comforting hand on his back, soothing him. "It hurts my head, It hurts my eyes, it hurts everyone. I hate this power. I don't know why they even call this thing a gift!" Standing up, she gave him an embrace, his head against her stomach. He buried his face in it, embarrassed that he just cried.

"It's okay, let it out amor... I'm here for you okay? They're just nightmares, do you want warm milk before we go to bed? Mateo likes it when I male some for him, 'cause it helps him sleep." He nodded quietly, snuggling farther. "If you have any more problems bothering you—you can always count on me, we'll solve it together. You don't have to get through this alone, okay? Promise me, Mi Vida."

"I promise."

His promise didn't last long as he peaked into Mirabel's future, seeing the disaster that was happening.

The house breaking, the magic in danger, with his niece in front of it. He knew what he had to do.

He approach his lovely wife, who had been dancing happily with their kids, his youngest was excited for Mirabel considering that he, Camilo, and Mirabel had the same age, Mirabel being the last one to get hers.

He didn't want to ruin the fun, so he continued his day as nothing happened. He kisses their foreheads like usual and plays with them.

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you

[Name] felt like his kiss is unusual, it's like he's saying goodbye, or that she will disappear any moment. The woman shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he just missed her.

It was almost Mirabel's ceremony, his mother kept giving him a side-eye, sending shivers down his spine.

He knew he had to leave, right now, at this very moment.

The future-teller told them that he's not feeling well and he wanted to take a nap before attending the ceremony.

His kids hugged him, saying "feeling better soon, papà!", "Please don't miss Mira's ceremony, she will be sad!", "I can make you feel better, I have tia's arepa with me!"

He kissed all of them in the head, pretending like there's nothing wrong. Nothing is going on.

Pretending that he won't disappear from their lives.

He watch his other kids play with rats, as the oldest: Mateo stayed, "are you still continuing the rat game show after this? I really want to see who will win the big cheese!"

Stop. Stop making him have second thoughts, it's for their own good. People are already avoiding them just from knowing he's the father, thinking his children will be just as bad as him.

"Of course mijo! I'll be back before you know it!"

Stop. Stop lying. Please...

"Okay papà, you better keep your word!" His eldest giggled, running away from them due to being called out for help.

Finally facing his oh so lovely wife, he hugged her. Shoving his face between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her smell, he looks creepy right now but who cares? This will be the last time he will hug her like this.

He wants to change his decision, he thought of every possibility he could so he can stay with his family. But he can't, his creative brain runs out of ideas, which never happened before.

He had no choice, he had to. For the family. For Mirabel. For his children. For [name]

"You're crushing me, Mi Vida." Hearing that, he pulled away from her a little, still holding her by the waist, apologizing.

"Sorry, I just— miss you that's all."

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird all day, is it about the nightmares again? You can tell me anything, coràzon."

No, I can't tell you this one. Lo Siento, amor...

"Well, I just remembered Manuel, that's all. He was such a good rat.."

"So that's what's been bothering you," she paused, holding his face in her palm, kissing his nose. "He's in a better place now, bub. You can sleep now, but be there for Mirabel, she wants all of us to be there when she get her gift."

"I will."

More lies. Stop saying more lies, Bruno.

"But I was like 'no, Bruno won't lie to me' ", I'm sorry, mi Vida. I'm really sorry.

I broke your trust.

Pressing their forehead together, his mind kept repeating the same words,

"Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you."

"I love you. Y'know that, right?"

"I know, I love you too,"

Their lips collide, sharing their sweet last kiss. Bruno cherishes the moment, he didn't want this to end. He wants to stay, but it's for their own good.

He needs to stay away. He wants the best for his family, no one has to know about the vision.

"Te amo, amor... mi vida."

the dark-haired man strolled to his way to his room, not after walking past his mother, who's been eyeing him since he came down.

"Have you looked into the future, bru-"

"not yet, mamà," he interrupted, "I'm gonna do it now, I'll be back after Mirabel's ceremony..."

"But you have to be there, Mirabel wants all of us to be there when she gets her gift."

"I know, but If you need me to look more in the future, I need more time..."

His mother sighed at his excuse, putting her fingers at the bridge of her nose. "Alright, since knowing why the candle keeps flickering is more important. After you have the vision, bring it to me immediately."

"Sì, mamà."

She dismissed him, rushing into his room, he packed his belongings, not much is in there.

His gaze drifted off to his wife's belongings, before deciding to pack it as well. He needs to cut off the bridge connecting his room and the stairs, [name] can't go there as well or she will see the vision once she step inside his cave.

He debated if he should give her a letter, anything. Just a warning that he left. Once he made his decision, he made sure that no one is there to see him leave. Good thing that everyone is busy downstairs, partying, cheering happily. He could see his niece and nephews as well as kids, dancing and playing. He didn't saw mirabel, so he assumed that she's with his mother.

He walk quietly, with a hood over his head, making his unnoticeable by the people. He watched them carefully, trying to see if they will see him moving, even in the corner of their eyes.

Then he saw her.

[Name] Madrigal, his beautiful loving wife. His heart sting as he stared at her, chatting with his sisters, unknown to the events that will happen after this day, it sadden him knowing that this will be the last time he will see her.

Please don't be in love with someone else! Please don't have somebody waiting on you!

It's been 5 years since the last ceremony, and [name]'s husband's disappearance. She moved in her daughter's room: Alondra, after finding out he had cut off the wooden bridge breaking the path into his room and vison cave.

The schedule of cleaning the table after dinner was her family, she could hear her daughter and youngest son played and tease each other while cleaning the floors and wiping the table.

Bruno watch through the cracks of the family tree, smiling to himself seeing how much they have grown.

The [hair.color] as well as her oldest son, washes the dishes. Mateo talked about his day on the town, and flusteredly admitted that he found a certain girl, pretty.

"Awww, my baby is growing up so fast! Already finding having romantic feelings on someone!" She grabbed his face, her hands still covered by bubbles, and kissing his big nose.

"Mamà! Stoooop, you have soap on your hands!" The teen tried to move away but his mother kept her place and kissing his nose to his forehead. "It was just a small crush, nothing serious like my past crushes when I was 12!"

"Oh? I can see how you talk about her, it's clear that you like her romantically!" She exclaim, finally finishing the dishes.

"How would you know, Mamà? Are you a love expert?" Her two children also became interested at their older brother's question, waiting for [name] to answer it.

She instead, pulled out two clear jars consist of 15-20 fireflies, with a bunch of leaves inside. Bruno and his kids watched closely as the [eye.color]-eyed put out the candles that lights up the kitchen, before releasing the fireflies.

The madrigals watched in awe at they floated gracefully around them.

"Do you guys know why I like fireflies so much?" The woman inquired, receiving a no from her children. "Your papà told me he likes me while we were watching these fireflies in a field."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go! I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home!

"He did??! That is so romantic!"

"...it's kinda cringey of you ask me."

"That's... actually a great idea of confessing."

[Name] laughed at their comments, before correcting herself. "He didn't really confess, he dropped so many obvious hints that it's me-"

"So mamì, you're telling us that you assumed that the girl, papì is talking about is you?" Her youngest: Diego asked, pretending to think. All of them laugh, including Bruno once he saw his wife's face.

"Hey! He told me, she was his best friend for 2 years! I was his only girl best friend for two years! It's either me or he's hiding something, and I know my Bruno wouldn't lie about something like that." She proudly admits, a small giggles erupted.

Mateo then frowns, "yea, Papà wouldn't lie..."

" 'teo.."

"I'm sorry, Mamà" he shoots her an apologetic look before continuing. "but, I don't get why would he leave like that? He told me he will be back. He told me he will keep his word..." his eyes traveled to the family tree, "I barely remember his face..."

"Aye mijo, you don't know how much I want to go back.." Bruno mutters, he wants to comfort his son, telling him he was back, and he never really left.

"Why did... Papà leave, Mamà?" The girl asked, looking down. "Does he not love us anymore?"

"Mija, don't say that. Your Papà loves you three so much!" She felt them lean on her, "I don't know why he left, but what I do know, bruno won't leave without a reason."

"What kind of reason that's more important than your family?" Diego mumbled, to his dismay, his mother heard it.

"Diego, come on now. Your father have been through so much," she paused, "My guess is that he saw something in his vision, something big and terrible, and he didn't want that to happen so he left to stop it." Behind the painting, Bruno smiled at her words, he couldn't be more grateful that she's very understanding.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

"You're too understanding for your own good, Mamà!"

"I'm just sharing what I assume happen, and my instincts are never wrong!'

"Yea, never wrong, just like the broom‐" her daughter started.

"Oh, the broom! Mamà said it can still sweep, but in reality-" her oldest continued.

"It only had a few strands and barely clean the floor!" The youngest finished, they all shared a laugh.

"Okay, I'm wrong sometimes." She admit, playfully, staring once again at the few fireflies left inside the house, while the others flee to their freedom.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. I was enchanted to meet you

"It's late! Go to your rooms now, go, go, go!" [Name] shooed them, "don't forget to brush your teeth!"

"We won't!" Her oldest one stayed, while his sibling go to their rooms.

"You still haven't answered how you knew I like her, Mamà."

"Oh yea, I got carried away with the story!" Mateo giggling at her mistake, "It's just, the way your eyes lit up with you talk about her is the same ones your Papà gave me at the field."

The woman sighed in exhaustion once she watch her child leave, before pulling out some leftovers. She beams at her little companions when they appeared near her, reaching out for the food.

"Here you go, eat well. Slow down, Juan! You'll choke, if you shoved it all!"

She watched as the rats run to god knows where, brings few foods that's untouched with the same grin she had ever since they came.

"Aye, Bruno." The [eye.color]-eyed whisper in the air, leaning on the counters, "I missed you— you don't know how hard to handle those kids!" She chuckled, convinced that she's going insane for talking to herself, "Te amo, mi vida."

"yo también te amo, mi amor." The madrigal replied, though he knew that she couldn't hear him. "I'm sorry, really. I'm not there to help you, but thank you for always being there for the kids."

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you

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i‘ve always believed they‘re soulmates | GW

george weasley x gn!reader

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 fluff

word count: 922

warnings: mention of cum, underage drinking, maybe some swearing (please tell me if I forgot sum)

summary: Fred's new girlfriend visits the burrow for the first time ever and he tells her the story of y/n and George falling in love with each other

george weasley x gn!reader; fred weasley x fem!oc

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y/n and George sat on the couch in the burrow, just enjoying each other's company while cuddling. The crackling noise of the fireplace and the smell of different candles filled the living room, the couple couldn't be happier.

They could hear faint laughing coming from the kitchen, y/n smiled.

"I like her. She's nice." "Yea, she is." George replied, hugging y/n even tighter.

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After what felt like hours George yawned, pushing y/n softly off his lap. "It's time for us to go to bed, don't ya think love?" They nodded and stood up but not without kissing George's cheek first.

"Hmm wanna give me a proper kiss darling?" George hummed, grabbing y/n by their waist. y/n chuckled, giving in.

Lost in the moment the pair didn't notice how Fred and Julie went up the stairs to go to bed aswell.

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Julie entered the twins old room first, slowly walking around and looking at every picture and item standing in the room.

"They're really cute together. Since when are y/n and your brother dating?" The girl asked, looking at Fred. "For about seven years now. Started dating when they were 16. Still can't believe they've been dating for so long and still act like love drunk teenagers." "I think it's adorable. Who wouldn't want a relationship like this?" Fred smiled and went to look at a picture on the wall with all three of them smiling at the camera. He wanted his relationship with Julie to feel like y/n and George's looked like to everyone else.

"George and I know y/n since we were little, always inseparable and best friends. But y/n and George.. I've always believed they're soulmates or sum like that. There was this specific moment in our 2nd year at hogwarts. That's when I knew that they're perfect for each other."

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The door to the bedroom wasn't fully closed. While Fred told his girl about George and y/n, mentioned couple stood in front of the door, listening to every word Fred was saying. Hugging y/n from behind and hiding his smile in the crook of y/n neck, George thought about how lucky he is to have y/n in his life and that they really are his soulmate.

Though he had no idea what moment his brother was talking about.

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"Mind telling me the story? I'd love to know. Only if ya want, of course."

"Well people always tend to mix me and George up. And for some reason George's being called Fred more often than me. He always got a bit insecure about it, thinking people prefere me over him. Which is bullshit of course. But y/n. y/n never switched us up. Not one time. And some day we were in the great hall when this Ravenclaw girl walked up to us, looking at George but addressing him as Fred and asked if he could help her with this stupid potion she had problems with. Neither of us had a chance to correct her because y/n started talking immediately, and I quote: "s'not Fred. That's George you dummie. Can't ya see how George has this really adorable curve on his lips that Fred doesn't have? And Georgie is way better in potions than Freddie, he sucks." Which is true tho, I really sucked. And the look on Georgies face was so cute, like he couldn't belive they actually paid attention to him.

But i still don't know what was going on in y/n mind that day because they reached out and placed their thumb right on top of his cupids bow. Merlin, that boy may have been 12 years old that day but i'm 99% sure it was the first time ever he came in his pants."

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Outside of the room y/n tried to hold back their laughter at Fred's comment, George placing his hand on top of their mouth so Fred wouldn't notice him and his eavesdropping partner. "S'not funny darling." he mumbled, nuzzling his head more into the crook of their neck.

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"Anyway, that was the moment I knew that someday they would end up together. I wanted them to end up together. Because they are perfect for each other, obviously. But believe me, the following years were painful to watch. They were obviously falling in love with each other and yet both were way to oblivious to notice the feelings of the other.

That was until one night after a quidditch game, we were celebrating in our common room, most of the people being drunk and so was George. Some stupid guy tried flirting with y/n and George being absolutely wasted and jealous did the first thing he could think of. He walked up to them, softly grabbing y/n face and he kissed them. After that they were even more glued to each other's hip than they were before. But I wouldn't want it any other way. They're both my best friends and never have I seen them happier than when they're in each other's company."

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"That's probably the cutest thing you ever said about our relationship." George laughed, pushing the door open.

Shock being written all over Fred's face he looked at his twin and y/n who stood by the door. "Merlin, please tell me you guys didn't hear all of this!"

"Sorry to disappoint Freddie" y/n chuckled, leaning into the warm embrace of their boyfriend.

"And I did not cum into my pants!"

#george weasley x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred and goerge weasley #weasley brothers #harry potter #hogwarts #george weasley fluff

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didyoubringauntienat · 2 years

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1-60 for the vaguely nsfw asks 😄

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

Not to me no

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

I think it's worth it

3. Are you a virgin?

yes

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

yes

7. Can you commit to one person?

yes

8. Describe your crush

do I have a crush?

9. Describe your perfect mate

I don’t know what a mate is

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

yes

11. Do you ever want to get married?

yes

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

it depends on how big the betrayal is

13. Do you get jealous easily?

yes

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

who knows

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

yes

20. Do you shower every day?

yes

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

I answered this one so scroll down to find my answer ;)

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

probably

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

yes

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

nope

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

I don't know

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

I've only ever wanted a breast reduction

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

yes

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

I don't know what that means

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

yes

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

not that I can remember

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

yes

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

yes

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

yes

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

probably about 10 seconds

43. How long was your longest relationship?

5 months

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

I can't remember all the primary school ones so I'd say about 6

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

one?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

zero

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

I'd let them go and have a good sob when I'm on my own

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favourite thing about him/her?

I don't have one

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with an apology and presents, would you accept?

To be honest I'd do it out of fear cause they're dead

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

Yes

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

Yes, there is. I gave up on them because they stopped talking to me

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

I don't think so

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

Yes

55. Share a relationship story.

I dated someone for just under two months who I met on IMVU then they dumped me

56. State 8 facts about your body

I have a freckle in the gap between two toes from chickenpox, I have a double jointed finger, I have a bent toe, I have brown eyes, I have elf ears (apparently), I'm a size 7 in shoes, my hands are bigger than they look and I have brown hair. (Can you tell I couldn't think of any facts?)

57. Things you want to say to an ex

Are you okay?

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

being kind, matching my vibe, food, down for a laugh and good with kids

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

About 5 months

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huntective-kyeo · 3 years

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❗Warning❗ TYPOS, SPELLING, AND GRAMMAR. And English is not my first language. Kinda angry hehehe

This is my first time to post it here and I hope you like it. Feel free to criticize my writing so I can improve.

So enjoy.

FIRST FANFIC

My Father is Dean Winchester

Dean POV

I sat down on the chair and open the lid of the beer. It's been hectic two weeks. Sam and I hunt a witch in Colorado and it took us a week to find the witch and killed it. That witch got Sam to bruise his ankle, and a concussion but thankfully nothing major injuries that needed stitches and so. Most of all the sonavabitch wore witch almost touch and probably hex my Baby which I did make her pay for it.

All in all, it took us a few days to get back at the bunker and now I'm sitting on the chair, probably wanted to eat some pies and get drunk.

My thoughts interrupt when the door opened and I looked up wonder who that person is. My instinct is to grab my trustful gun and aim it towards that intruder. However instead of getting alert, and hunting instinct it exactly quite opposite to what I feel right now.

Third POV.

A girl took a deep breath and with her shaky hand, she holds the handle and she pauses before she opened the door.

She didn't know what to do or what to say. She felt nervous to face them all. She wants to keep it secret however it keeps harder and harder to hide all the symptoms she felt during the last few months.

with heavy heart and soul, she opened the door and wish that bunker is well as empty as when she leaves it a few hours ago.

She didn't notice that the Impala, her first love park on her usual spot, she didn't notice a man sit on the chair seem like thinking something, she didn't notice her dad.

Dean POV

" y/n? " I blurted out. I didn't notice that my daughter y/n leave the bunker without telling us, or wasn't I?

Y/n my precious daughter, my little sunshine, and the only reason aside from my little brother who keeps me alive. 16 years ago Her mother and I met at the bar and happened to have one night stand. I was drunk to forget us condoms. I didn't realize it until, nine months later, Kylia found me and she shove the newly baby born into arms. I didn't hear her rants about not wanting kids because I was so fallen to my baby girl. I swear y/n is the most beautiful baby girl that I've ever seen. From that fateful night, I swore that I protect and love her no matter what.

With the help of my brother and my family, we did a good job raising a finest and yet mini-me y/n which kinda bit frustrated when she becomes a rebellious teenager and seeking for a new way to hunt.

I know that being a father and hunter ain't hood to raise a child in a world full of darkness but I did try my best to become a father that she deserved and not the father that I used to grow up

I again clear up my throat and by the time that I saw her, I know something is terrible up. Called it father instinct. My stomach began to feel something that I don't know if it's about the food or the worriedness about my daughter.

"Where have you been, I told you not to go outside not unless if you needed something but should-" I stumble and am shocked by a sudden hug coming from my daughter. My eyebrows meet and speculate more thoughts about what happened to her during a few weeks.

Then suddenly y/n cried up and my heart broke up thousand of pieces. Through I used to her cry of nonsense but this is different. I can feel it.

I began to think of a different reason why she cried like this. Is she on her period? Did a boy break her heart? If it is, then who? Oh god, my baby girl is heartbroken?! No-no-no.

" Hey, baby girl what's wrong? " I managed to ask a few words as I stroke her hair.

I didn't get her reply as she continues sobbing and sniffing on my chest. I continuously stroke her hair and rubbed a small circle on her back. With her tears I heard, I began to tear up which probably I got hurt when my baby girl gets hurt.

I saw Sam holding a can and some books and gave me confused look. I know he was confused about what is going on and the same as me. I only gave her shrug off before concentrate on keeping her calm down.

I sigh and sing a song that makes her calm down. It's a song that I always sing to her whenever she feels scared and upset. it her lullaby and till now I always sing to her when she felt like this. And now even though she's growing up ain't stopping this.

'Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better'

I sang softly and smile. I heard her sobs subside and her shoulder is no longer tensed. I kissed her head and quietly sing the rest of the song

By the song ends, y/n look up to me and hate to see her red-rimmed eyes and red nose face at me.

" Daddy... "

Y/n POV

After the song finish, I felt quite comfortable and my heart no longer pains me.

" daddy" I called up again. I hate seeing my dad worried glances and I wanted to back down but I know it's too late, now that I cried to his chest, and makes my father worried.

" what's wrong, princess " I nearly chuckle to hear the old nickname that I used to love but hate now. I should give my father annoying and death glares to him but I'm drained and tired to argue with my father.

Instead of the reply to his question, I took a piece of paper inside my leather jacket. With my shaky hand, I hesitate to give it to him. I saw my father unfold the paper and read it.

I know he reads it as I saw his face turn to a worried and horrifying face. I bit my lip as teardrops start to stream to his face and suddenly it aches my heart.

I didn't realize that my uncle Sam was there and he took the paper that my dad read it. My dad was frozen and saw Sam has the same reaction but he stumbled a bit and luckily sat on the chair or else he would hurt more.

The air was tense and several minutes seemed like a century to me as I was forced to see my dad and uncle of their horrifying reaction.

I was about to leave them and lock them up in my room but my dad grabs my wrist and put pressure on it, so I couldn't shove it off, I hesitate to look at his now red-rimmed eyes just like mine.

" Is this true? "

My heart broke as I nod

" when... When did it start? "

I flinched to hear a tone when my dad wanted a straight answer but I could see the difference of it. Instead of deadly and threatened, it's a broken and saddened tone that probably haunt me the rest of my life.

" honey, when did start... " I look up to him as a surprise to hear the familiar fatherly sweet tone that only me can know.

"a few months ago. When you just back from purgatory dad... " I mumble but I know that dad heard it because he mumbles coherent words that I know he's cursing, I wish it's not from me.

Then suddenly my dad sat down on the chair and then he hugged tightly couldn't breathe but slightly loose the tightness but still hugging me

" We can pull this up alright, we will. N/n we will fight this together okay, we'll find ways to rid this shit. We will be on your battle. " I then look up at my father and saw the tense and urging look " we will fight this out but you'll do your job ok, you'll kick this shit out, and keep fighting. Don't give up okay please, little n/n. " I heard him crack as didn't say anything considering, I was crying again and the inky response I can get is nodding.

Then I hug my father again and I feel another wrapped strong arms. I smile softly that uncle Sam joined the party. Now we are Complete, I feel like I'm ready to fight this shut out.

" Winchester is hard to kill, not even cancer. " I chuckle to hear uncle Sammy spoke.

"Yeah right, so you gonna do your part little princess, aright. Don't give up. " My father kiss my forehead. We parted away and wipes the tears we have. We laugh as we sniffle then finally our tears died down.

My father, Dean wipe the remaining tears and I look up to him confused. I saw him sad and regret my eyes and my heart sank.

" I love you N/Niepie, " then he kisses my forehead.

----AND CUT!!! ---

" Nice work J2 and Jodi damn there are no dried tears here " Robert yelled as all the staff and crew wipe their tears. " okay thirty minutes break, Jared, come to me I gotta asked you something" he added.

A group of assistants swarms the actors and did their task. Some wipe their sweats, do makeup, fixing their hair, and so on.

Jensen chuckles a little bit and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes.

" nice job dude, seem like the Days of our Lives gig paid off huh" A sixteen years old, young actress Jodi Smith tease him.

He rolled his eyes and ruffle her hair. " nice try but no you not riding my Baby" Jodi groan and about to reply when her assistant came and whisper to her ear "You're lucky, Mr. Ackles. Robert needs me now but I won't stop bothering you not until I sat on the driver seat and ride the impala".

When Jodi is out of sight, Jensen Ackles began to walk through his trailer. The thirty minutes of break is not enough of yearning for his daughter.

By the time he got inside. He locks it and sits on the couch. He rubbed his tired face as he grabs the old filthy Cinderella wallet. Today scene was emotional to him, not because of the scene itself but because he truly did miss his daughter y/n

In the finale of season 12, alongside Jack Kline played Alexander Calvert, and y/n Winchester played Jodi Smith we're both introduced and a new cast of Supernatural. Jensen was supposed to be glad that there are two new members of their family, but instead, it replaces guilt and dreadful feelings.

It's not the new cast members but the fact that Jodi Smith portrays is seem a great punch to his heart that he starts to realize he still has a daughter that should be taken care of.

No one knows not even Jared. Danneel and the kids, the crew nor the fans knew that the great Jensen Ackles has a secret daughter and only his close family knew about this truth.

" I'm sorry princess, How I wish I was there for you but you know I can't."

Jensen stroke a faded picture of an eight-year-old girl holding a doll whilst hugging the twenty-year-old Jensen Ackles.

" I'm sorry, I love you" he kisses the picture with so much love and tears began to stream down his cheeks

Hope you like it keep safe everyone. Reblog and like will yah.

#winchester x daughter reader #supernatural #jensen x daughter reader #jensen ackles #x daughter reader #dean x Reader #dean x daughter reader

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kikyoinuyashashipper · 3 years

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Anime, is anime. Nothing is gonna be or look as it should. Whether it's a specific anime or anything else, but also this is facts 😂 I wonder what I'd look like if I was a anime character 🤔?

One of The awesome,funny and honestly interesting thing about it.

Things are not always as they seem, they could look one way but be absolutely the opposite and visaversa, not only is this kinda realistic in a wayis, let me exonerate, people are all different whether it be skin color sizes,hair color, personalities and whatnot, there are also those in real life that look older than they actually are, and the same can be said for the opposite, there are people that look younger than they actually are, and as of recently I've noticed the Loli controversy is starting up again, I personally don't really care for loli's that much like I have a crush on one like honey senpai is shouta(male older than he looks because he has child like features opposite of Loli ) I'll just turn myself into a Loli to be with him no big deal, don't get me wrong the Loli and shouta are adorable and really cool at times, but for me when I simp over a character I'm kinda into those like ban 7deadly sins(got them abs😆) but if you show me a image of them "aged up" or more defined and with more mature looking features (abs) that's what I'm into you show me an adorable anime guy like mitsukuni Haninozuka imma be pinching cheeks and snuggles, and eating cake, and stealing a kiss or 2 that's, now I've seen mitsukuni with more mature features/having puberty/growth spurt hitting him hard and I simp, and this is me with preference I guess you can say, I like anime abs, I don't mind a guy that's cute and chubby tho because I can just imagine them with abs and I simp, and without abs I'm also a person who admires a great personality not just the body, like Viktor from Yuri on ice I haven't seen it yet but I at least know his name but he's adorable chubby and smoking when he loses the weight 🤤🔥❤️.

And no matter what age they originally are, I'm not going to be thinking about that, I'll be thinking of me and that character I like regardless, if the character is younger ,then I'm younger and we will hold hands, and get ice cream, puppy love, if we are older still holding hands, and getting ice cream and throw in the romantic aspect, such as dates marriage, having intercourse, having kids,a future, growing old together,then dying and going to heaven together yeah I can imagine that as well, I can change them older or younger or myself older or younger because it is fiction and a fantasy and there is no reality, it can be whatever I want in the fantasy if I imagine a age difference since imma girl and their the boy if I'm older I automatically think of omgoodness he's in love with his senpai, or his best friends mom, or his babysitter, or with the older single lady who helped him once when he was little who he spent time with over time having fun, like going to the park talking about videogames,or other normal everyday stuff, who he grew a crush on over time and feels it turned into something more when he got older, her thinking of him as a child until he matured/legal age out of school already and he made moves on her showing he wanted to be anything but a child with her,her not accepting his feelings,yet over time he grows on her and her feelings change and decides to give him a chance, then they get married and live happily ever after, same thing if it's the opposite way. How a character looks despite age depends on the creator as in most cases age isn't important for the moral or for the telling of the story. Now for definitions, Loli has 2 definitions and both go for this word. Loli is a female child, that's one definition now here's the 2nd definition as well Loli also means a adult or person of legal age who has the attributes, features, or characteristics of a child while being anything but that.

Shouta is the opposite of Loli its a male child/ a adult who has the attributes/features/characteristics of a child but is anything but that.

In real life I have been mistaken as a child/minor I've been told I looked 12 or 16 very rarely ever got an answer above those ages highest I got was 20 something. When I got called 12 I was a 17 (turning 18 after graduation) senior in highschool, even the freshman thought I was one of them. Now I'm 19 gonna be 20 soon and am out of school and was called a 16 yr old by a 17 year old girl still in highschool.

I guess I could be defined as a Loli when I'm anything but a child.

Yet I'm also well endowed on my upper half of my body and have back pain because of it, in other words I got a pair of tits, and was called a hentai girl, by other people who liked manga and anime as well, even though I was called a child by others. So I have in body mature features (defined by a person or two as a hentai body),by my face I'm a Loli and look like a child(also defined by a person or two as younger than I am) when I'm a adult. So I'mma Loli hentai girl in the real world? No idea, but wait I can't define myself by fictional standards? correct. so imma human being who looks younger than they are.

Imma tag everyone I can.

This can actually go for all aspects of animation not just anime, Princess's are from 14+ snow white was 14 fun fact there, wouldn't really be able to tell. Age difference is in everything, and I still enjoy snow white it's actually one of my favorite Disney films before and after I even knew this information, and I honestly have no problem with it, mostly because for that time it's considered normal, and I was a kid and just saw a princess movie, I didn't think that their ages were relevant to the story/stories. Besides sleeping beauties 16 got spindle pricked on a spinning wheel and fell into a deep sleep, Wich was going to be death but was changed. In the original sleeping beauty, she was put to sleep for 100years as was her kingdom, the kingdom was covered in brambles/thorns (rose thorns to be specific but they didn't bloom because they were enchanted and used for defense to make sure the spell couldn't be broken), and each time someone thought to go near, or try to save the kingdom to free it's people the ground would break open underneath them swallowing them up, right where the brambles/thorns started at the end of the kingdom, so even if they managed to get past the area where the earth broke the enchanted thorns (rose thorns) would rip them to shreds, with their blood and bodies fertilizing the ground and the thorns would grow. This happened for many years until everyone forgot about it, then finally 100 years had passed and the roses finally bloomed, a prince was coming through and had heard of the kingdom and of the many who lost their lives trying to enter and was going to explore and see if he can find a way in, to see the beauty that was rumoured to live there. When he arrives the Thorn's were in bloom and the ground didn't break but allowed him to pass, the thorns actually even made way for him to go through. When he got into the kingdom he saw everything and everyone fast asleep noone had aged a day, then he explored and discovered the princess and this is where it gets kinda dark compared to Disney's version. So rape trigger warning don't read unless you want and can handle it.

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The prince saw the beauty and instead of doing true loves kiss to break the spell, he raped her multiple times and then he left and never returned. Beauty then became pregnant while still asleep, she had twins, and as they wriggled around searching to breastfeed one of them caught onto her finger with the spindle splinter in her finger, it sucked on her finger and managed to get the splinter out, Wich then awoke the princess and the rest of the kingdom, who was a very confused princess, and now a new mother with no idea who "prince charming" was. And that's actually the original telling of sleeping beauty, there are other versions that are less dark,but this is the original as far as I know and the oldest I could find that was in English.

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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Hug. ⅰ

→Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader

→Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

→Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Attempt Suicide and mentions of self degrading, insecurities, anxiety, negative thoughts, physical injuries.

→Looking from the perspective of Liu Yangyang, the boy who bullied a girl to the point she had a scar to burden both of their lives. He lived on with a heavy heart until he finally enters college and bumps into a girl with a familiar scar and the same tattoo on her wrist as his.

→ Chapters: ⅰ, ii

12 years old.

Yangyang leaned against the table, joking around with his friends during recess. His gummy smile bright and wide as he laughed at his friend's jokes, his fists inside his hoodie pockets as he spoke.

"Did you know my sister found her soulmate on her first day of college?" a girl behind him exclaimed excitedly. "That's so cute! I wonder when I'll meet mine. I can't wait to see what my tattoo looks like!" her friend gushed, rubbing her left wrist with a dreamy sigh.

Soulmates.

At age 16, a tattoo will start appearing on your left wrist. Creating a special bond between two people, binding them together for all of eternity. People strive to find their other half to feel completed, those who failed to do so would have to wander the earth til the heavens pick them up.

"Gross! Soulmates are disgusting! You're gonna get fricking cooties!" his friend gagged in disgust. "Shut up, you drama queen. You're gonna have one when you're 16, doofus." Yangyang snickered, lightly punching his friend's shoulder.

"True. But I'd like to enjoy my non-cootie life while I still can, Yangyang." his friend stuck his tongue out teasingly at him causing his other friends to chuckle. "You do know cooties aren't real right?" His other friend retorted, pushing his glasses up from falling from the bridge of his nose.

"They're not?!" his friend exclaimed in shock, but was quickly interrupted by their class teacher entering the room with a girl trailing right behind her shyly. "Alright, settle down, class!" she spoke with a clap of her hands once she put down her stationary on her table.

Yangyang quickly ran to his table, slouching in his chair lazily as he and his friends snickered and giggled. His hand went to grab his pen and started clicking on its ends as his teacher began speaking.

"I'm happy to announce that we have a new student joining our class from now on!" the teacher exclaimed, putting a hand on the young girl's back and gently pushed her forward.

Yangyang's half lidded gaze tore away from his friends to the girl standing shyly infront of the class. "Please, introduce yourself." the teacher coaxed gently at the girl who nodded and reached into her bag to pull out a small notebook and a pencil.

She began writing on it, this attracted the whole class's attention. 'What the heck is she doing?' Yangyang pondered, his brows furrowed with curiousity. Soon she smiled at her classmates who were staring curiously at her before flipping her notebook to reveal what she had written.

Written in big letters was

'Hello, I'm y/n l/n. I don't speak very properly. Please cooperate with me so we can be good friends throughout the school year! :)'

This soon caused whispers to erupt all around class, whispering how sympathetic they felt for the poor girl and how they would make her feel as comfortable here as possible. Yangyang, however, couldn't stop looking at the girl who was told to sit down at an empty desk near his.

'What's up with her? Why can't she speak?' Yangyang's young mind pondered as he stared at the girl adjusting to her surroundings as the girls nearby introduced themselves to the mute girl. Soon the class grew quiet once the teacher told them to open their books to Chapter Five.

"What's with that new kid?" Yangyang asked his peers as he joined his group in a game of soccer in the school field. "Who? Y/n?" his friend asked with a tilt of his head and a raise of his brow.

"Yeah, she's pretty weird dontcha think?" Yangyang said as he kicked the ball towards the net. "Yeah, she kinda is. I mean, why can't she talk though?" his friend agreed with a nod, stepping back to catch the ball the keeper threw back.

"Well, she is mute, you knuckleheads. She can't speak, though, I think she can hear just fine." his friend spoke with a click of his tongue. "Alright, Professor. I didn't ask," Yangyang spat at his friend before a familiar girl caught his eye.

That new kid.

She was talking to Mei Liao, carrying that same exact notebook with her, writing down in it once every few minutes. He chuckled as an idea popped into his head like a light bulb being turned on.

He let out a small "psst" at his mates, attracting their attention as he grabbed the ball with the soles of his shoes from his friend. "Watch this," he smirked as he kicked the ball towards the girl, hitting her exactly on her back.

Y/n fell to the ground at the impact. Her notebook and pencil lying on the tiled floor, Mei yelling out her name in concern as the ball bounced to the wall and rolled right infront of them.

"Sorry! Can you pass it back, please!" Yangyang grinned as he jogged up to the girls with his hands in his pockets. Mei was on her knees helping y/n get up to her feet, which y/n then proceeded to grab the ball and handed it to him.

He saw her smile gently at him as she kindly passed the ball back. He didn't know why but that kind smile made his blood heat up, why was she being so nice after he just kicked a ball at her?

"Yangyang! You should've been careful with that!" Mei scolded, giving y/n her book and pencil back. Yangyang rolled his eyes, "it was an accident, sheesh. Plus look, y/n's fine. You're just overreacting, Mei." he scoffed.

Mei was about to retort at the young boy but was stopped when y/n layed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look that says "it's okay". His eyes met her kind ones as she gave him a soft polite smile, showing how sincere she was.

Yangyang raised his brow at the girl before he let out a small scoff and started walking back to the field where his friends were giggling at his actions, ignoring the eyes of Mei that was boring into his skull.

"Dude, that was hilarious!" his friend laughed. "Poor girl didn't even see it coming!" he added, Yangyang's mood enlighten slightly when he saw that his friends were laughing at what he just did, but the kind smile on that girl's face made his blood boil.

"Duh," Yangyang snickered, "that's why I did it." he stated, looking at the corner of his eyes where he could see Y/N talking to an angered Mei with a bright smile on her face. Why did Yangyang feel so angry?

As the weeks went by, Yangyang continued to mercilessly tease and bully y/n without any remorse.

He would bump his shoulder forcefully against hers purposely, ignoring her confused gaze as he didn't spare her a glance when doing so. He would stick out his foot so she would trip and fall to the floor, leaving their classmates laughing at her. He would make snarky comments bout her when she was around.

But yet, the girl still smiled. It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing that smile appear everytime their eyes meet.

One day, when Yangyang finished his soccer practice after school, he was just bout to head home with his friends when his friend, Marc, spoke. "Hey Yangyang, there's that y/n. I think she's walking over to us."

Yangyang and his friend turned to see the mute girl running up to them with her notebook in her hand. Yangyang rolled his eyes as his friends continued to speak. "What's she still doing in school? No one's usually here unless they join the sport clubs." Sang whispered.

Yangyang's brow raised as the girl came to a stop right infront of him with her notebook in her hand. She stretch out her hand, gesturing him to read what she had written on the lined paper. Yangyang raised his brow, "What the heck is this?" he asked.

' Yangyang. Are you mad at me?'

His eyes darted from the paper to her shy ones, that smile was there. "Yah, can't you speak for yourself? Your handwriting is barely readable." he mocked. The girl let out a pout before doing hand gestures, which made Yangyang clenched his teeth.

Right. The girl taught everyone in class some sign language to help communicate better when she doesn't bring her notebook.

"I can't understand you, you freak." he spat, tucking his hands in his pockets to look tough. Suddenly, y/n pointed at herself. Then at him. Before intertwining both her fingers together, this made his eyes widen.

His friends bawled out laughing hysterically behind him, "Yangyang! Oh my God!" they laughed as Yangyang's cheeks began to flush red at the sight of her hands intertwining. What is this girl thinking? Is she out of her mind?

"Yangyang are you really gonna-" before another word was spewed out of his friend's mouth, he angrily grabbed the girl's notebook and tossed it away to the bushes. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed at the girl who flinched at his loud tone.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he shouted, but y/n ignored him to fetch her notebook from the bushes, carefully leaning over and holding onto the wall for support. "Is this girl for real?" his friend laughed as he nudged Yangyang's shoulder.

Yangyang huffed angrily before walking off, "let's go, guys." he grumbled, grabbing his two friends by the bag and pulling them with him as they howled with laughter at the sight that had just been displayed infront of them.

That kid is going to get it.

The day Yangyang finally got too far with his selfish acts is the day where his world started to crumble down right infront of his eyes. The next day after those incidents was the day Yangyang's bullying got worse.

He would speak badly bout the girl to her friends, causing everyone to leave her alone. The other girls talked bout her behind her back, and some even start joining in on pushing her during classes.

It went so far until her only loyal friend, Mei, was bullied as well. She was bullied as she was one of the overweight students of their class, and being friends with the bullied mute girl with the notebook wasn't helping. It got to the point she had requested on moving schools the next week, leaving the quiet, meek y/n all alone.

A few weeks after, Yangyang was being his usual self. He sat down on his chair, his back leaning lazily as he clicked the ends of his pen while listening to his friends' story. He spaced out, staring into the walls without a thought, his friends' words muffled in his ears.

Suddenly, he spot the oh-so-familiar girl behind chased by her female bullies who was pushing her mercilessly as she ran. Yangyang's eyes sparked with mischief and excitement as he watched her run around the class, laughter filling the room.

He clicked his tongue when he spotted her running towards his way. He smirked when he stuck his foot out right at the right moment, feeling her foot trip over his and waiting to hear the sound of her hands making contact with the tiled floor. His eyes widened at the sound of a loud crash, the piercing sound of table and chair moving forcefully made his eyes turned to see the sight before him.

Y/n was on her knees, her hands cupping half of her face. The tables and chairs behind him was moved away from the strong impact, he watched as the girl stood up in the silent classroom as everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned to look what was going on.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" a girl asked, leaning from the chair with her knee on it and her hands supporting herself with the tables beside her. Y/n nodded, her eyes was stinging with tears at the pain she was feeling but nonetheless she didn't feel that bad.

Her knees were scraped badly and when she removed her hands from her face, that's when everyone freaked out. Yangyang's eyes widened at the sight of the girl before him, his body tensed in his seat.

"Y/n! You're bleeding!" someone exclaimed, pointing at the blood dripping down the young girl's smiling lips. There was a huge scar on her lip, blood was oozing down rapidly, staining her chin. Shock overtook the girl's features as she looked down at her palm, fear filling her pupils as she froze on the spot, not knowing what to do with the dull ache in her mouth.

"Someone call the teacher!"

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Clara Gordon Bow (July 29, 1905 – September 27, 1965) was an American actress who rose to stardom in silent film during the 1920s and successfully made the transition to "talkies" in 1929. Her appearance as a plucky shopgirl in the film It brought her global fame and the nickname "The It Girl". Bow came to personify the Roaring Twenties and is described as its leading sex symbol.

Bow appeared in 46 silent films and 11 talkies, including hits such as Mantrap (1926), It (1927), and Wings (1927). She was named first box-office draw in 1928 and 1929 and second box-office draw in 1927 and 1930. Her presence in a motion picture was said to have ensured investors, by odds of almost two-to-one, a "safe return". At the apex of her stardom, she received more than 45,000 fan letters in a single month (January 1929).

Two years after marrying actor Rex Bell in 1931, Bow retired from acting and became a rancher in Nevada. Her final film, Hoop-La, was released in 1933. In September 1965, Bow died of a heart attack at the age of 60.

Bow was born in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn at 697 Bergen Street,[9] in a "bleak, sparsely furnished room above [a] dilapidated Baptist Church". Her birth year, according to the US Censuses of 1910 and 1920, was 1905. The 1930 census indicates 1906 and on her gravestone of 1965, the inscription says 1907, but 1905 is the accepted year by a majority of sources.

Bow was her parents' third child, but her two older sisters, born in 1903 and 1904, had died in infancy. Her mother, Sarah Frances Bow (née Gordon, 1880–1923), was told by a doctor not to become pregnant again, for fear the next baby might die as well. Despite the warning, Sarah became pregnant with Clara in late 1904. In addition to the risky pregnancy, a heat wave besieged New York in July 1905, and temperatures peaked around 100 °F (38 °C). Years later, Clara said: "I don't suppose two people ever looked death in the face more clearly than my mother and I the morning I was born. We were both given up, but somehow we struggled back to life."

Bow's parents were descended from English, Irish and Scottish immigrants who had come to America the generation before. Bow said that her father, Robert Walter Bow (1874–1959), "had a quick, keen mind ... all the natural qualifications to make something of himself, but didn't...everything seemed to go wrong for him, poor darling". By the time Clara was four and a half, her father was out of work, and between 1905 and 1923, the family lived at 14 different addresses, but seldom outside Prospect Heights, with Clara's father often absent. "I do not think my mother ever loved my father", she said. "He knew it. And it made him very unhappy, for he worshiped her, always."

When Bow's mother, Sarah, was 16, she fell from a second-story window and suffered a severe head injury. She was later diagnosed with "psychosis due to epilepsy". From her earliest years, Bow had learned how to care for her mother during the seizures, as well as how to deal with her psychotic and hostile episodes. She said her mother could be "mean" to her, but "didn't mean to ... she couldn't help it". Still, Bow felt deprived of her childhood; "As a kid I took care of my mother, she didn't take care of me". Sarah worsened gradually, and when she realized her daughter was set for a movie career, Bow's mother told her she "would be much better off dead". One night in February 1922, Bow awoke to a butcher knife held against her throat by her mother. Clara was able to fend off the attack, and locked her mother up. In the morning, Bow's mother had no recollection of the episode, and later she was committed to a sanatorium by Robert Bow.

Clara spoke about the incident later:

It was snowing. My mother and I were cold and hungry. We had been cold and hungry for days. We lay in each other's arms and cried and tried to keep warm. It grew worse and worse. So that night my mother—but I can't tell you about it. Only when I remember it, it seems to me I can't live.

According to Bow's biographer, David Stenn, Bow was raped by her father at age sixteen while her mother was institutionalized. On January 5, 1923, Sarah died at the age of 43 from her epilepsy. When relatives gathered for the funeral, Bow accused them of being "hypocrites", and became so angry that she even tried to jump into the grave.

Bow attended P.S. 111, P.S. 9, and P.S. 98.[13] As she grew up, she felt shy among other girls, who teased her for her worn-out clothes and "carrot-top" hair. She said about her childhood, "I never had any clothes. ... And lots of time didn't have anything to eat. We just lived, that's about all. Girls shunned me because I was so poorly dressed."

From first grade, Bow preferred the company of boys, stating, "I could lick any boy my size. My right arm was quite famous. My right arm was developed from pitching so much ... Once I hopped a ride on behind a big fire engine. I got a lot of credit from the gang for that."[15] A close friend, a younger boy who lived in her building, burned to death in her presence after an accident. In 1919, Bow enrolled in Bay Ridge High School for Girls. "I wore sweaters and old skirts...didn't want to be treated like a girl...there was one boy who had always been my pal... he kissed me... I wasn't sore. I didn't get indignant. I was horrified and hurt."

Bow's interest in sports and her physical abilities led her to plan for a career as an athletics instructor. She won five medals "at the cinder tracks" and credited her cousin Homer Baker – the national half-mile (c.800 m) champion (1913 and 1914) and 660-yard (c. 600 m) world-record holder – for being her trainer. The Bows and Bakers shared a house – still standing – at 33 Prospect Place in 1920.

In the early 1920s, roughly 50 million Americans—half the population at that time—attended the movies every week. As Bow grew into womanhood, her stature as a "boy" in her old gang became "impossible". She did not have any girlfriends, and school was a "heartache" and her home was "miserable." On the silver screen, however, she found consolation; "For the first time in my life I knew there was beauty in the world. For the first time I saw distant lands, serene, lovely homes, romance, nobility, glamor". And further; "I always had a queer feeling about actors and actresses on the screen ... I knew I would have done it differently. I couldn't analyze it, but I could always feel it.". "I'd go home and be a one girl circus, taking the parts of everyone I'd seen, living them before the glass." At 16, Bow says she "knew" she wanted to be a motion pictures actress, even if she was a "square, awkward, funny-faced kid."

Against her mother's wishes but with her father's support, Bow competed in Brewster publications' magazine's annual nationwide acting contest, "Fame and Fortune", in fall 1921. In previous years, other contest winners had found work in the movies. In the contest's final screen test, Bow was up against an already scene-experienced woman who did "a beautiful piece of acting". A set member later stated that when Bow did the scene, she actually became her character and "lived it". In the January issues 1922 of Motion Picture Classics, the contest jury, Howard Chandler Christy, Neysa McMein, and Harrison Fisher, concluded:

She is very young, only 16. But she is full of confidence, determination and ambition. She is endowed with a mentality far beyond her years. She has a genuine spark of divine fire. The five different screen tests she had, showed this very plainly, her emotional range of expression provoking a fine enthusiasm from every contest judge who saw the tests. She screens perfectly. Her personal appearance is almost enough to carry her to success without the aid of the brains she indubitably possesses.

Bow won an evening gown and a silver trophy, and the publisher committed to help her "gain a role in films", but nothing happened. Bow's father told her to "haunt" Brewster's office (located in Brooklyn) until they came up with something. "To get rid of me, or maybe they really meant to (give me) all the time and were just busy", Bow was introduced to director Christy Cabanne, who cast her in Beyond the Rainbow, produced late 1921 in New York City and released February 19, 1922. Bow did five scenes and impressed Cabanne with true theatrical tears, but was cut from the final print. "I was sick to my stomach," she recalled and thought her mother was right about the movie business.

Bow, who dropped out of school (senior year) after she was notified about winning the contest, possibly in October 1921, got an ordinary office job. However, movie ads and newspaper editorial comments from 1922 to 1923 suggest that Bow was not cut from Beyond the Rainbow. Her name is on the cast list among the other stars, usually tagged "Brewster magazine beauty contest winner" and sometimes even with a picture.

Encouraged by her father, Bow continued to visit studio agencies asking for parts. "But there was always something. I was too young, or too little, or too fat. Usually I was too fat." Eventually, director Elmer Clifton needed a tomboy for his movie Down to the Sea in Ships, saw Bow in Motion Picture Classic magazine, and sent for her. In an attempt to overcome her youthful looks, Bow put her hair up and arrived in a dress she "sneaked" from her mother. Clifton said she was too old, but broke into laughter as the stammering Bow made him believe she was the girl in the magazine. Clifton decided to bring Bow with him and offered her $35 a week. Bow held out for $50 and Clifton agreed, but he could not say whether she would "fit the part". Bow later learned that one of Brewsters' subeditors had urged Clifton to give her a chance.

Down to the Sea in Ships, shot on location in New Bedford, Massachusetts and produced by independent "The Whaling Film Corporation", documented life, love, and work in the whale-hunter community. The production relied on a few less-known actors and local talents. It premiered at the Olympia Theater in New Bedford, on September 25, and went on general distribution on March 4, 1923. Bow was billed 10th in the film, but shone through:

"Miss Bow will undoubtedly gain fame as a screen comedienne".

"She scored a tremendous hit in Down to the Sea in Ships..(and).. has reached the front rank of motion picture principal players".

"With her beauty, her brains, her personality and her genuine acting ability it should not be many moons before she enjoys stardom in the fullest sense of the word. You must see 'Down to the Sea in Ships'".

"In movie parlance, she 'stole' the picture ... ".

By mid-December 1923, primarily due to her merits in Down to the Sea in Ships, Bow was chosen the most successful of the 1924 WAMPAS Baby Stars. Three months before Down to the Sea in Ships was released, Bow danced half nude, on a table, uncredited in Enemies of Women (1923). In spring she got a part in The Daring Years (1923), where she befriended actress Mary Carr, who taught her how to use make-up.

In the summer, she got a "tomboy" part in Grit, a story that dealt with juvenile crime and was written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Bow met her first boyfriend, cameraman Arthur Jacobson, and she got to know director Frank Tuttle, with whom she worked in five later productions. Tuttle remembered:

Her emotions were close to the surface. She could cry on demand, opening the floodgate of tears almost as soon as I asked her to weep. She was dynamite, full of nervous energy and vitality and pitifully eager to please everyone.

Grit was released on January 7, 1924. The Variety review said "... Clara Bow lingers in the eye, long after the picture has gone."

While shooting Grit at Pyramid Studios, in Astoria, New York, Bow was approached by Jack Bachman of independent Hollywood studio Preferred Pictures. He wanted to contract her for a three-month trial, fare paid, and $50 a week. "It can't do any harm,"[15] he tried. "Why can't I stay in New York and make movies?" Bow asked her father, but he told her not to worry.

On July 21, 1923, she befriended Louella Parsons, who interviewed her for The New York Morning Telegraph. In 1931, when Bow came under tabloid scrutiny, Parsons defended her and stuck to her first opinion on Bow:

She is as refreshingly unaffected as if she had never faced a means to pretend. She hasn't any secrets from the world, she trusts everyone ... she is almost too good to be true ... (I) only wish some reformer who believes the screen contaminates all who associate with it could meet this child. Still, on second thought it might not be safe: Clara uses a dangerous pair of eyes.

The interview also revealed that Bow already was cast in Maytime and in great favor of Chinese cuisine.

On July 22, 1923, Bow left New York, her father, and her boyfriend behind for Hollywood. As chaperone for the journey and her subsequent southern California stay, the studio appointed writer/agent Maxine Alton, whom Bow later branded a liar. In late July, Bow entered studio chief B. P. Schulberg's office wearing a simple high-school uniform in which she "had won several gold medals on the cinder track". She was tested and a press release from early August says Bow had become a member of Preferred Picture's "permanent stock". Alton and she rented an apartment at The Hillview near Hollywood Boulevard. Preferred Pictures was run by Schulberg, who had started as a publicity manager at Famous Players-Lasky, but in the aftermath of the power struggle around the formation of United Artists, ended up on the losing side and lost his job. As a result, he founded Preferred in 1919, at the age of 27.

Maytime was Bow's first Hollywood picture, an adaptation of the popular operetta Maytime in which she essayed "Alice Tremaine". Before Maytime was finished, Schulberg announced that Bow was given the lead in the studio's biggest seasonal assessment, Poisoned Paradise,[51] but first she was lent to First National Pictures to co-star in the adaptation of Gertrude Atherton's 1923 best seller Black Oxen, shot in October, and to co-star with Colleen Moore in Painted People, shot in November.

Director Frank Lloyd was casting for the part of high-society flapper Janet Oglethorpe, and more than 50 women, most with previous screen experience, auditioned. Bow reminisced: "He had not found exactly what he wanted and finally somebody suggested me to him. When I came into his office a big smile came over his face and he looked just tickled to death." Lloyd told the press, "Bow is the personification of the ideal aristocratic flapper, mischievous, pretty, aggressive, quick-tempered and deeply sentimental." It was released on January 4, 1924.

The New York Times said, "The flapper, impersonated by a young actress, Clara Bow, had five speaking titles, and every one of them was so entirely in accord with the character and the mood of the scene that it drew a laugh from what, in film circles, is termed a "hard-boiled" audience", while the Los Angeles Times commented that "Clara Bow, the prize vulgarian of the lot ... was amusing and spirited ... but didn't belong in the picture", and Variety said that "... the horrid little flapper is adorably played ..."

Colleen Moore made her flapper debut in a successful adaptation of the daring novel Flaming Youth, released November 12, 1923, six weeks before Black Oxen. Both films were produced by First National Pictures, and while Black Oxen was still being edited and Flaming Youth not yet released, Bow was requested to co-star with Moore as her kid sister in Painted People (The Swamp Angel). Moore essayed the baseball-playing tomboy and Bow, according to Moore, said "I don't like my part, I wanna play yours." Moore, a well-established star earning $1200 a week—Bow got $200—took offense and blocked the director from shooting close-ups of Bow. Moore was married to the film's producer and Bow's protests were futile. "I'll get that bitch", she told her boyfriend Jacobson, who had arrived from New York. Bow had sinus problems and decided to have them attended to that very evening. With Bow's face now in bandages, the studio had no choice but to recast her part.

During 1924, Bow's "horrid" flapper raced against Moore's "whimsical". In May, Moore renewed her efforts in The Perfect Flapper, produced by her husband. However, despite good reviews, she suddenly withdrew. "No more flappers ... they have served their purpose ... people are tired of soda-pop love affairs", she told the Los Angeles Times, which had commented a month earlier, "Clara Bow is the one outstanding type. She has almost immediately been elected for all the recent flapper parts". In November 1933, looking back to this period of her career, Bow described the atmosphere in Hollywood as like a scene from a movie about the French Revolution, where "women are hollering and waving pitchforks twice as violently as any of the guys ... the only ladies in sight are the ones getting their heads cut off."

By New Year 1924, Bow defied the possessive Maxine Alton and brought her father to Hollywood. Bow remembered their reunion: "I didn't care a rap, for (Maxine Alton), or B. P. Schulberg, or my motion picture career, or Clara Bow, I just threw myself into his arms and kissed and kissed him, and we both cried like a couple of fool kids. Oh, it was wonderful." Bow felt Alton had misused her trust: "She wanted to keep a hold on me so she made me think I wasn't getting over and that nothing but her clever management kept me going." Bow and her father moved in at 1714 North Kingsley Drive in Hollywood, together with Jacobson, who by then also worked for Preferred. When Schulberg learned of this arrangement, he fired Jacobson for potentially getting "his big star" into a scandal. When Bow found out, "She tore up her contract and threw it in his face and told him he couldn't run her private life." Jacobson concluded, "[Clara] was the sweetest girl in the world, but you didn't cross her and you didn't do her wrong." On September 7, 1924, The Los Angeles Times, in a significant article "A dangerous little devil is Clara, impish, appealing, but oh, how she can act!", her father is titled "business manager" and Jacobson referred to as her brother.

Bow appeared in eight releases in 1924.

In Poisoned Paradise, released on February 29, 1924, Bow got her first lead. "... the clever little newcomer whose work wins fresh recommendations with every new picture in which she appears". In a scene described as "original", Bow adds "devices" to "the modern flapper": she fights a villain using her fists, and significantly, does not "shrink back in fear".

In Daughters of Pleasure, also released on February 29, 1924, Bow and Marie Prevost "flapped unhampered as flappers De luxe ... I wish somebody could star Clara Bow. I'm sure her 'infinite variety' would keep her from wearying us no matter how many scenes she was in."

Loaned out to Universal, Bow top-starred, for the first time, in the prohibition, bootleg drama/comedy Wine, released on August 20, 1924. The picture exposes the widespread liquor traffic in the upper classes, and Bow portrays an innocent girl who develops into a wild "red-hot mama".

"If not taken as information, it is cracking good entertainment," Carl Sandburg reviewed September 29.

"Don't miss Wine. It's a thoroughly refreshing draught ... there are only about five actresses who give me a real thrill on the screen—and Clara is nearly five of them".

Alma Whitaker of The Los Angeles Times observed on September 7, 1924:

She radiates sex appeal tempered with an impish sense of humor ... She hennas her blond hair so that it will photograph dark in the pictures ... Her social decorum is of that natural, good-natured, pleasantly informal kind ... She can act on or off the screen—takes a joyous delight in accepting a challenge to vamp any selected male—the more unpromising specimen the better. When the hapless victim is scared into speechlessness, she gurgles with naughty delight and tries another.

Bow remembered: "All this time I was 'running wild', I guess, in the sense of trying to have a good time ... maybe this was a good thing, because I suppose a lot of that excitement, that joy of life, got onto the screen."

In 1925, Bow appeared in 14 productions: six for her contract owner, Preferred Pictures, and eight as an "out-loan".

"Clara Bow ... shows alarming symptoms of becoming the sensation of the year ... ", Motion Picture Classic Magazine wrote in June, and featured her on the cover.

I'm almost never satisfied with myself or my work or anything...by the time I'm ready to be a great star I'll have been on the screen such a long time that everybody will be tired of seeing me...(Tears filled her big round eyes and threatened to fall).

I worked in two and even three pictures at once. I played all sorts of parts in all sorts of pictures ... It was very hard at the time and I used to be worn out and cry myself to sleep from sheer fatigue after 18 hours a day on different sets, but now [late 1927] I am glad of it.

Preferred Pictures loaned Bow to producers "for sums ranging from $1500 to $2000 a week" while paying Bow a salary of $200 to $750 a week. The studio, like any other independent studio or theater at that time, was under attack from "The Big Three", MPAA, which had formed a trust to block out Independents and enforce the monopolistic studio system. On October 21, 1925, Schulberg filed Preferred Pictures for bankruptcy, with debts at $820,774 and assets $1,420. Three days later, it was announced that Schulberg would join with Adolph Zukor to become associate producer of Paramount Pictures, "catapulted into this position because he had Clara Bow under personal contract".

Adolph Zukor, Paramount Picture CEO, wrote in his memoirs: "All the skill of directors and all the booming of press-agent drums will not make a star. Only the audiences can do it. We study audience reactions with great care." Adela Rogers St. Johns had a different take: in 1950, she wrote, "If ever a star was made by public demand, it was Clara Bow." And Louise Brooks (from 1980): "(Bow) became a star without nobody's help ..."

The Plastic Age was Bow's final effort for Preferred Pictures and her biggest hit up to that time. Bow starred as the good-bad college girl, Cynthia Day, against Donald Keith. It was shot on location at Pomona College in the summer of 1925, and released on December 15, but due to block booking, it was not shown in New York until July 21, 1926.

Photoplay was displeased: "The college atmosphere is implausible and Clara Bow is not our idea of a college girl."

Theater owners, however, were happy: "The picture is the biggest sensation we ever had in our theater ... It is 100 per cent at the box-office."

Some critics felt Bow had conquered new territory: "(Bow) presents a whimsical touch to her work that adds greater laurels to her fast ascending star of screen popularity."

Time singled out Bow: "Only the amusing and facile acting of Clara Bow rescues the picture from the limbo of the impossible."

Bow began to date her co-star Gilbert Roland, who became her first fiancé. In June 1925, Bow was credited for being the first to wear hand-painted legs in public, and was reported to have many followers at the Californian beaches.

Throughout the 1920s, Bow played with gender conventions and sexuality in her public image. Along with her tomboy and flapper roles, she starred in boxing films and posed for promotional photographs as a boxer. By appropriating traditionally androgynous or masculine traits, Bow presented herself as a confident, modern woman.

"Rehearsals sap my pep," Bow explained in November 1929, and from the beginning of her career, she relied on immediate direction: "Tell me what I have to do and I'll do it." Bow was keen on poetry and music, but according to Rogers St. Johns, her attention span did not allow her to appreciate novels. Bow's focal point was the scene, and her creativity made directors call in extra cameras to cover her spontaneous actions, rather than holding her down.

Years after Bow left Hollywood, director Victor Fleming compared Bow to a Stradivarius violin: "Touch her, and she responded with genius." Director William Wellman was less poetic: "Movie stardom isn't acting ability—it's personality and temperament ... I once directed Clara Bow (Wings). She was mad and crazy, but WHAT a personality!". And in 1981, Budd Schulberg described Bow as "an easy winner of the dumbbell award" who "couldn't act," and compared her to a puppy that his father B. P. Schulberg "trained to become Lassie."

In 1926, Bow appeared in eight releases: five for Paramount, including the film version of the musical Kid Boots with Eddie Cantor, and three loan-outs that had been filmed in 1925.

In late 1925, Bow returned to New York to co-star in the Ibsenesque drama Dancing Mothers, as the good/bad "flapperish" upper-class daughter Kittens. Alice Joyce starred as her dancing mother, with Conway Tearle as "bad-boy" Naughton. The picture was released on March 1, 1926.

"Clara Bow, known as the screen's perfect flapper, does her stuff as the child, and does it well."

"... her remarkable performance in Dancing Mothers ... ".

Louise Brooks remembered: "She was absolutely sensational in the United States ... in Dancing Mothers ... she just swept the country ... I know I saw her ... and I thought ... wonderful."

On April 12, 1926, Bow signed her first contract with Paramount: "...to retain your services as an actress for the period of six months from June 6, 1926 to December 6, 1926, at a salary of $750.00 per week...".

In Victor Fleming's comedy-triangle, Mantrap, Bow, as Alverna the manicurist, cures lonely hearts Joe Easter (Ernest Torrence), of the great northern, as well as pill-popping New York divorce attorney runaway Ralph Prescott (Percy Marmont). Bow commented: "(Alverna)...was bad in the book, but—darn it!—of course, they couldn't make her that way in the picture. So I played her as a flirt." The film was released on July 24, 1926.

Variety: "Clara Bow just walks away with the picture from the moment she walks into camera range."

Photoplay: "When she is on the screen nothing else matters. When she is off, the same is true."

Carl Sandburg: "The smartest and swiftest work as yet seen from Miss Clara Bow."

The Reel Journal: "Clara Bow is taking the place of Gloria Swanson...(and)...filling a long need for a popular taste movie actress."

On August 16, 1926, Bow's agreement with Paramount was renewed into a five-year deal: "Her salary will start at $1700 a week and advance yearly to $4000 a week for the last year."[78] Bow added that she intended to leave the motion picture business at the expiration of the contract, i.e., in 1931.

In 1927, Bow appeared in six Paramount releases: It, Children of Divorce, Rough House Rosie, Wings, Hula and Get Your Man. In the Cinderella story It, the poor shop-girl Betty Lou Spence (Bow) conquers the heart of her employer Cyrus Waltham (Antonio Moreno). The personal quality —"It"— provides the magic to make it happen. The film gave Bow her nickname, "The 'It' Girl."

The New York Times: "(Bow)...is vivacious and, as Betty Lou, saucy, which perhaps is one of the ingredients of It."

The Film Daily: "Clara Bow gets a real chance and carries it off with honors...(and)...she is really the whole show."

Carl Sandburg: "'It' is smart, funny and real. It makes a full-sized star of Clara Bow."

Variety: "You can't get away from this Clara Bow girl. She certainly has that certain 'It'...and she just runs away with the film."

Dorothy Parker is often said to have referred to Bow when she wrote, "It, hell; she had Those."[109] Parker in actuality was not referring to Bow or to Bow's character in the film It, but to a different character, Ava Cleveland, in the novel of the same name.

In 1927, Bow starred in Wings, a war picture rewritten to accommodate her, as she was Paramount's biggest star, but was not happy about her part: "[Wings is]...a man's picture and I'm just the whipped cream on top of the pie." The film went on to win the first Academy Award for Best Picture. In 1928, Bow appeared in four Paramount releases: Red Hair, Ladies of the Mob, The Fleet's In, and Three Weekends, all of which are lost.

Adela Rogers St. Johns, a noted screenwriter who had done a number of pictures with Bow, wrote about her:

There seems to be no pattern, no purpose to her life. She swings from one emotion to another, but she gains nothing, stores up nothing for the future. She lives entirely in the present, not even for today, but in the moment. Clara is the total nonconformist. What she wants she gets, if she can. What she desires to do she does. She has a big heart, a remarkable brain, and the most utter contempt for the world in general. Time doesn't exist for her, except that she thinks it will stop tomorrow. She has real courage, because she lives boldly. Who are we, after all, to say she is wrong?

Bow's bohemian lifestyle and "dreadful" manners were considered reminders of the Hollywood elite's uneasy position in high society. Bow fumed: "They yell at me to be dignified. But what are the dignified people like? The people who are held up as examples for me? They are snobs. Frightful snobs ... I'm a curiosity in Hollywood. I'm a big freak, because I'm myself!"

MGM executive Paul Bern said Bow was "the greatest emotional actress on the screen", "sentimental, simple, childish and sweet," and considered her "hard-boiled attitude" a "defense mechanism".

With "talkies" The Wild Party, Dangerous Curves, and The Saturday Night Kid, all released in 1929, Bow kept her position as the top box-office draw and queen of Hollywood.

Neither the quality of Bow's voice nor her Brooklyn accent was an issue to Bow, her fans, or Paramount. However, Bow, like Charlie Chaplin, Louise Brooks, and most other silent film stars, did not embrace the novelty: "I hate talkies ... they're stiff and limiting. You lose a lot of your cuteness, because there's no chance for action, and action is the most important thing to me." A visibly nervous Bow had to do a number of retakes in The Wild Party because her eyes kept wandering up to the microphone overhead. "I can't buck progress .. I have to do the best I can," she said. In October 1929, Bow described her nerves as "all shot", saying that she had reached "the breaking point", and Photoplay cited reports of "rows of bottles of sedatives" by her bed.

According to the 1930 census, Bow lived at 512 Bedford Drive, together with her secretary and hairdresser, Daisy DeBoe (later DeVoe), in a house valued $25,000 with neighbors titled "Horse-keeper", "Physician", "Builder". Bow stated she was 23 years old, i.e., born 1906, contradicting the censuses of 1910 and 1920.

"Now they're having me sing. I sort of half-sing, half-talk, with hips-and-eye stuff. You know what I mean—like Maurice Chevalier. I used to sing at home and people would say, 'Pipe down! You're terrible!' But the studio thinks my voice is great."

With Paramount on Parade, True to the Navy, Love Among the Millionaires, and Her Wedding Night, Bow was second at the box-office only to Joan Crawford in 1930. With No Limit and Kick In, Bow held the position as fifth at box-office in 1931, but the pressures of fame, public scandals, overwork, and a damaging court trial charging her secretary Daisy DeVoe with financial mismanagement, took their toll on Bow's fragile emotional health. As she slipped closer to a major breakdown, her manager, B.P. Schulberg, began referring to her as "Crisis-a-day-Clara". In April, Bow was brought to a sanatorium, and at her request, Paramount released her from her final undertaking: City Streets (1931). At 25, her career was essentially over.

B.P. Schulberg tried to replace Bow with his girlfriend Sylvia Sidney, but Paramount went into receivership, lost its position as the biggest studio (to MGM), and fired Schulberg. David Selznick explained:

...[when] Bow was at her height in pictures we could make a story with her in it and gross a million and a half, where another actress would gross half a million in the same picture and with the same cast.

Bow left Hollywood for Rex Bell's ranch in Nevada, her "desert paradise", in June[120] and married him in then small-town Las Vegas in December. In an interview on December 17, Bow detailed her way back to health: sleep, exercise, and food, and the day after[122] she returned to Hollywood "for the sole purpose of making enough money to be able to stay out of it."

Soon, every studio in Hollywood (except Paramount) and even overseas wanted her services. Mary Pickford stated that Bow "was a very great actress" and wanted her to play her sister in Secrets (1933), Howard Hughes offered her a three-picture deal, and MGM wanted her to star in Red-Headed Woman (1932). Bow agreed to the script, but eventually rejected the offer since Irving Thalberg required her to sign a long-term contract.

On April 28, 1932, Bow signed a two-picture deal with Fox Film Corporation, for Call Her Savage (1932) and Hoop-La (1933). Both were successful; Variety favored the latter. The October 1934, Family Circle Film Guide rated the film as "pretty good entertainment", and of Miss Bow said: "This is the most acceptable bit of talkie acting Miss Bow has done." However, they noted, "Miss Bow is presented in her dancing duds as often as possible, and her dancing duds wouldn't weigh two pounds soaking wet." Bow commented on her revealing costume in Hoop-La: "Rex accused me of enjoying showing myself off. Then I got a little sore. He knew darn well I was doing it because we could use a little money these days. Who can't?"

Bow reflected on her career:

My life in Hollywood contained plenty of uproar. I'm sorry for a lot of it but not awfully sorry. I never did anything to hurt anyone else. I made a place for myself on the screen and you can't do that by being Mrs. Alcott's idea of a Little Woman.

Bow and actor Rex Bell (later a lieutenant governor of Nevada) had two sons, Tony Beldam (born 1934, changed name to Rex Anthony Bell, Jr., died July 8, 2011) and George Beldam, Jr. (born 1938). Bow retired from acting in 1933. In September 1937, she and Bell opened The 'It' Cafe in the Hollywood Plaza Hotel at 1637 N Vine Street near Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles. It closed in 1943. Her last public performance, albeit fleeting, came in 1947 on the radio show Truth or Consequences. Bow was the mystery voice in the show's "Mrs. Hush" contest.

Bow eventually began showing symptoms of psychiatric illness. She became socially withdrawn, and although she refused to socialize with her husband, she also refused to let him leave the house alone. In 1944, while Bell was running for the U.S. House of Representatives, Bow tried to commit suicide. A note was found in which Bow stated she preferred death to a public life.

In 1949, she checked into the Institute of Living to be treated for her chronic insomnia and diffuse abdominal pains. Shock treatment was tried and numerous psychological tests performed. Bow's IQ was measured "bright normal", while others claimed she was unable to reason, had poor judgment and displayed inappropriate or even bizarre behavior. Her pains were considered delusional and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia; however, she experienced neither auditory nor visual hallucinations. Analysts tied the onset of the illness, as well as her insomnia, to the "butcher knife episode" back in 1922, but Bow rejected psychological explanations and left the Institute. She did not return to her family. After leaving the institution, Bow lived alone in a bungalow, which she rarely left, until her death.

Bow spent her last years in Culver City, under the constant care of a nurse, Estalla Smith, living off an estate worth about $500,000 at the time of her death. In 1965, at age 60, she died of a heart attack, which was attributed to atherosclerosis discovered in an autopsy. She was interred in the Freedom Mausoleum, Sanctuary of Heritage at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California. Her pallbearers were Harry Richman, Richard Arlen, Jack Oakie, Maxie Rosenbloom, Jack Dempsey, and Buddy Rogers.

#clara bow #silent movie stars #silent era #silent hollywood #silent cinema #golden age of hollywood

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grav3yardbb92 · 4 years

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The Mark

Micheal X reader. Also on my wattpad account. BVB-rebel25.

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It was never a secret, what I am. More like a bedtime story told by my mother every night since I was born. But unlike most bedtime stories, it was true, proven by the mark on my wrist.

Now that, as I was told, needed to be kept secret. If people saw a burn mark in the shape of a pentagram, who knows what could happen. Not that I would get hurt or anything, Satan had a purpose for me. A true, dark destiny, one I am honored to accept.

The ultimate proof of my purpose were the dreams. They started when I turned 16. The night of my birthday, I had the dream. I saw a boy. Maybe six or seven. He pins a dead rat to a wall, watching it's blood drip stains of red. He giggles cutely before running away, into a bedroom, painted blue. I see him lay in his bed, a slowly drift to sleep. In only seconds. The dark night, becomes bright as the sun shines through the window, illuminating his face. The gorgeous, carefully sculpted features of not a six year old, but a teen, about sixteen. He is still sound asleep, but turns to his left side and his soft golden curls are stretched away from his ear. That is when I see it. The burn, similar to mine, but he's no demon. He's the Antichrist.

Night after night, year after year the dreams occur. But they aren't dreams. They are visions, his life. As his chosen guardian, soul mate and future Queen of hell, I get to watch from afar as he goes on his course. I have to be sure he finds his purpose and follows the plan.

According to the plan, I finally met the 'man' of my dreams through my next door neighbor and my mother's best friend and fellow believer in Satan. Mrs, Mead was the only person, beside my parents and I who had seen the mark, she knew who I was and she addored me. When she was on her way home with him, she called my mother, who had me clean up and doll up, wanting to look the part. I've seen him, watched him, I know all there is to know about him, both sides, human and supernatural being. I know what he wants. I know what he needs. Me.

He simply smiled and waved. When we were introduced. But his expression changed to a smirk, when my mark was brought to his attention. He then took my hand, kissing my mark gently, before pulling me roughly, toward him. In his tight embrace, I could feel it, the tug at my heart, at my soul, and in his deep, blue eyes, I could tell he felt it too. We are one.

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It's been weeks since Michael and I joined the survivors in outpost 3. The familiar building where he lived for a short time, studying under the warlocks, where he used to sneak me in after dark, just so I can sneak back out into the woods, before he was called to begin his studies. The very same school building, where I joined him in slautering the warlocks. Every. Last. One.

I am currently pacing the floor and rubbing my swollen, pregnant belly in his old room.the very same room where we spent many nights together. Where we made love, usually covered in our own blood, after summoning his Father for advice and reassurance. The same room where we chanted the satanic vows, bonding us in marriage under satan.

There is a party going on just downstairs. A party that I helped plan. The party that I so desperately wanted to observe. The party that is bringing the end of the few final lives here on earth.

I hear the familiar clank of a cane, signaling miss. Veneble and our robotic Mrs Meade approaching our room. They enter and miss. Veneble threatens mine and Michaels lives. I smirk and giggle lightly as Micheal's deep laugh thunders through the room. Moments later, veneble's body is laying in a puddle of blood on the floor. And Micheal takes a moment to clear the intentional fog that blocks Mrs. Meade's programing.

he finishes his explanation and Meade, pulls us both into a warm, familiar hug. The moment is suddenly disturbed by a feeling that I hoped to never have again. I steal a glance toward my husband, who doesn't have to read my mind, to know what's happening. " those damn witches!" +

********time skip*******

An evil laugh escapes my lips as I watch Micheal snaps the neck of that mouthy witch. We haven't had this much fun since we slaughtered the survivors in the other outpost. He smiles at me, knowing what must occur next. I blow him a quick kiss, before following the other witches toward the bathroom. They think their plan is fool proof. But my Master has a backup plan. ME!

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I find a spot in the hallway, just outside the bathroom, where Mallory soaks in the tub, awaiting her full power to appear. I hear Cordelia talking to Micheal from below me, I chuckle at our hidden joke. God isn't the only one who knows what's in the future. I close my eyes, sending a final ' I love you' through my mind. I know he got the message, and I begin my ritual.

I pull my dagger from my leather boot and slice my arm, just as I hear Cordelia curse at Michael before I hear her body thump to the ground. I paint our symbol with my blood as I chant the sacred mantra that I memorized as a child. Within seconds my eyes flutter shut and darkness consumes me.

I come to my senses and sit up, leaning against a tree, for support. I am feeling dizxy and weak, time travel and blood loss does that. And I know that I need to gather my strength for the next step. I rub my belly again, soothing my Antichrist offspring, and I take notice of my surroundings. Just to my left is the infamous murder house, which means Michael is just across the street. My attention turns toward the sound of a door slamming shut, revealing my Michael, well not mine, this one is a few years younger, much younger than I am now, but my spell will take care of that.

I stand up, but stay by the tree to brace myself for the inevitable events. I know what's coming and I also know that I can't stop it, they have to think they've won. I hear the loud roar of a car engine and fight back the urge to push my love out of the way. I know the plan. ' stay calm, it will work' I whisper to myself, my child kicks at the sound of my voice, reminding me I'm not alone as I watch in horror. Mallory slams on her breaks before backing up, crushing Michael not once but three fucking times. Constance notices, but remains still until the car is long gone. I remain in my place as she moves to attend to Micheal's mangled body. " go to hell" she seethes out, dropping him back in the road.

" you first bitch!" I shout as I make my way to him, dragging from the road. I then mumble a curse of sickness and painful death, before I turn my attention to the dying boy before me. I perch on the sidewalk, pulling his head into my lap." Time for rebirth, my love" I whisper, before I recite another incantation while I slowly move my hands across his body. I hear his bones snap back into place, and watch as bloody cuts and even small scrapes vanish.

He takes in a deep gasp for air, shifting slightly, before sitting up completely. He takes a short look at me, before hugging !me tightly. Oh how I missed this, it's only been a few hours since we last embraced each other, but it felt like decades. He pulls away, only now realizing he's hugging a complete stranger.

" who are you? What happened?" He rapidly fires questions at me. My name is Y/N. I saw what happened and needed to help." I respond, waiting for him to ask me how I healed him. " but, how did you? " there it is. " I promise. Everything will make since soon, just trust me, Michael " at the mention of his name, which I shouldn't know, his brows crinkle in confusion, but he doesn't question it " well, Y/N, you did just save me, so of course I trust you." " good" I say, pulling him to his feet. " one more thing" he only looks at me, waiting for me to continue. " you need to kiss me"

He is hesitant at first, but our lips soon connect. After that I feel the same electric pull of our souls that I felt, so long ago, in another life. The kiss ends, but continue to hold him close as the memories of our past life, floods through his head. His eyes widen and I close mine to summon all my strength for last part. Whispering some words, a poem of lost love, before opening them again. Instead of a young teenage boy, I see my husband before me, his long golden hair falling past his shoulders.

He looks down at my belly, and he lightly mesages it. Smiling widely at me, before pulling me into a tight hug. " oh. My demon girl, how ive missed you" he whispers as he ushers me down the sidewalk. I cant help steal glances at him, in all his glory.Now looking the proper age, to father the new Antichrist. I told you our MASTER had a plan.

#ahs imagine #ahs apocolaypse #american horror story #micheal langdon #cody fern #cody fern imagines #american horror story imagines #micheal langdon imagines

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Edie & Billie

Edie: do you have any $$$ Billie: some Billie: I mean enough for rounds of 🍻🎱 at the going rate not a proper adventure Billie: take it though Edie: more than I got Billie: cos you spend yours 💸💸 Edie: clever Edie: you take economics? Edie: that's what it's for, ain't it Billie: ha! could build a tower out of my euros if you left 'em where they've been hid sometimes Edie: more impressive than a 🃏 one Edie: she'll be so proud, like Edie: where are you, I'll come get it Billie: or you can find my savings in the usual place & leave me carrying enough to get home, like Edie: Bear it in mind if I get desperate desperate Edie: not worth the time or ninja routine when I get there when there's easier ways in town Billie: pickpocketing ain't as easy as 📺📽🎞💻's made it look, you know Edie: only if you're as clunky as 📺📽🎞💻's made it look Edie: 👵 pushing 👜👝 snatching bullshit Billie: fair Billie: I got all my boys 🛹 with me if you need an easy mark Billie: 👶🍭 bs Edie: easy marks are mams with 👶🍭 Edie: or the nice 👵 Edie: sell 'em a sob story about how you need that fiver for the bus to pick up your own brat, or get to an interview, or whatever endearing shit you can come up with Billie: yeah but they need the cash to feed & water their 🌱 or save to be put into the ground Billie: gotta have a 💚 dude Edie: I'm not Ri, not trying to be rich Edie: I only need what I need Billie: come find me then Billie: fallen hard for that sob story, ain't I? Edie: maybe Billie: [her location] Edie: got to move fast to get me Billie: 🛹⚡️☄️ Edie: other offers other opportunities are always just around the corner Billie: you sure you're not Ri? Billie: sounded like something that'd come outta her 👄 Edie: she'd do better, I suppose Edie: but I get by just fine Edie: and she probably reckons she's too good for it, not endearing that Billie: likewise, I'm out here getting by better than most Billie: she can keep her reckoning Billie: dark days & hard times being the oldest Edie: you're the only one that reminds her of her, what could be better Edie: no higher XP Billie: 🤣 Edie: I mean it though Edie: Ri's got the looks, Junior's got the smarts, but pales in comparison to that dead beloved clout Billie: I respect it but I didn't ask for it Edie: who did Edie: all you can do is play the hand you're dealt Billie: it ain't my hand if I didn't get to see any of the cards Billie: I'm glad she's got reminders, but over here there ain't none Edie: don't change the hand if you see it Billie: can't bluff & won't though, she's the only mam I got & yeah, probably she raised me cos she couldn't the other from the dead but she 💚 me for me Billie: & my skills 🧰 🔧 🔩⚙️🔨 Edie: and you're more like her than any of us Edie: which is weird, you can account for Ri's looks from Caleb but I'd hardly assume him to be smart Edie: hidden depths Billie: he got his genius from her, same as how Ri got a share of her looks, those are the facts Edie: as far as we're told anyway Billie: far as we know and see she's a 🤓 & always been it Edie: doesn't mean he can't be Edie: or isn't intriguing Billie: you didn't get your 🎵 skills from anywhere else either Edie: might go investigate Billie: doubt it'll be intriguing Billie: more like disappointing Edie: hardly Edie: he's got what I need at any rate Billie: what you need ain't knowledge is why Billie: & everybody's street smart unless they're rich, no unique skill Edie: as deep as it cuts that you don't think I'm unique Billie: who is, dude? Billie: you've already laid out who gets what from where like we're 🧩 Edie: simple 🧬 Edie: no point fighting it Billie: yeah, he's in my code, don't need to put him in my life Edie: I'm going to see Uncle Caleb, not dad Edie: all the day trips and gifts we've missed out on over the years Billie: what's the difference? it's only the way they look that don't have them mistaken for the same dude Edie: that's what I want to find out Edie: she only went back to one years later, for comfort Edie: there's something Billie: he was the one who was around to use her 💔 Edie: they're always both around Edie: and not Billie: he didn't have a way to get his foot in the door, unless he was gonna bother to act like he wanted to see us for the 1st time ever Edie: we live in his childhood home, for fuck's sake, and that has nothing to do with him Edie: I don't buy it Billie: it's hers now & that's everything to do with him, cos he fucked up too many times for his own granddad to be down with Edie: no wonder his mum was and still is pissed Edie: Ri gets that from her, she'll be in many old dude's wills Billie: his mam feeds on it, that'll keep her outliving all the old uns & feeling special for it Edie: yeah she's a miserable cunt but you would be too if some girl got knocked up at 16 by your son and then stole a huge chunk of your inheritance not long after Billie: probably don't help that she reckons god'll sort her shit out for her Edie: love it if mother got struck down ⚡️ Billie: it does look cool as fuck, she could be walking art Billie: but you can't rely on a lad to do anything, don't matter who his da is Edie: can my lad Billie: [a little video of her doing exaggerated gagging like she's being sick] Billie: he going with you? Edie: how artsy of you Edie: yeah, of course Billie: so you don't want me to come? Billie: sounded like you were trying to sell it for a while there, like Edie: you're as welcome as you ever have been Billie: with your lad that's proper unwelcome Edie: he's only interested in me Billie: replay the 📽 🎞 of me 🤮 Edie: immature or jealous, take your pick Billie: take a better pick of the local talent & maybe I'd be bothered Billie: til then, nah Edie: he's perfect Billie: 👌 Edie: you wouldn't understand Billie: I don't understand why you waste your time with him, nah Billie: but it ain't for me to Edie: there's no waste in it Edie: he listens to everything I say and doesn't dismiss any of it, and he looks at me like I'm perfect, he wants to be with me constantly Billie: it's the constant I've got my issue with, but you do you Edie: it's the furthest thing from an issue Billie: like I said, it would be one for me Edie: immature 👌 got it Billie: nah, bro I've got shit to do, that's it Billie: too busy for all that Edie: I still manage to do shit though 🎶💽🎛🎙📹🕹🧩🎬 Edie: so not really a point that Billie: cos you got that ADHD mind from your mam Billie: not me Edie: where's her man @ Billie: she ain't want none of that 💚 mess at this stage Billie: I relate Edie: 🙄 Edie: I told you that ages ⬆️⬆️⬆️ Billie: if I find a lad around that I wanna chill & neck with I'll rethink this 👽 mindset I'm in, like Edie: 🙏 for you when I have a sec, sure Billie: Carly got played by half this town & Drew played the other half, I ain't trying to be like either Billie: let me take my time, damn Edie: what you do with your dick is no worry of mine Billie: you just wanna pass judgement on why you think I'm not using it 👌 got it Billie: immature or hopeless in 💚 with your boyf Edie: you're the one out here being judgy Edie: I'm even giving Caleb a chance Billie: I offered to come with Edie: yeah right Billie: ⬆️⬆️ Edie: yeah right like you wouldn't totally blow it Billie: based on what? Edie: based on how hard you treat her word as gospel Billie: what's true is true Billie: you want him to sugar it for you Edie: buying sugar, I just wanna talk to him Billie: & you don't want me there for when you find out mam ain't full of shit Billie: that's about you, not me Edie: you reckon that all you wanna Billie: & you reckon I'd blow it all you wanna Edie: It's irrelevant either way Edie: got the $$$ don't need you Billie: ✌

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neuropathicgypsy · 4 years

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Abu tells me he can't go. Hes a who're with kids that aren't mine, in Iraq.

He just now looked at the DNA

And he is all i can't! I can't!.

I told him he is just like my mother abandoning his kids and being a douche bag and he needs to gst his brain in his head.

So then hes still looking and realizes i hahe kids that aren't his, too. And then our kids actually are matched by soulmates. Like his kid and my kid are soul mates. Thus we are still parents of both.

So then hes all "i can go"

And i told him, "no you cant go. You're breaking my heart. I was all set to go amd axt like my mom,since you were and go,fuck a bunch of people. Probably my brothers..."

And suddenly Declan busts in this crazy almost from a bawling crying state laughter I often hear and says "shut the fuck up!!!" And heehaws laughter all kinds.

Dude it's true. Jeremiah was so set to be with me that he actually pretended to be one of my brothers. But I recognized him as being the one that was there, in a photo graph of him plus he admitted it at least 3 times. So. But dude, i could fuck my brother and not know.

Currently my brother that isn't my brother at all is trying to fuck me. And that's disgusting. Because i was raised as him as my brother. But he's actually, Doug's (and his twin I also call Doug) brother who was my roommate in high school.

And honestly I'd rather fuck my natural brother, genetically related to me than someone I was raised with as my brother. Because that's not my fault.

And i don't talk about it because it diagusts me So much but I was raped by my brother that's not my brother. And so was my younger brother.

That is why I hate rapists. My fake mom, not related to me but looks like me more than my genetic mom. And my fake brother that calls himself Socrates.

Me, a girl and a little 2 year old boy.

And my real mom knew. The government. The US Presidents, George Bush and Bill Clinton.

And they did nothing to protect me.

So that's why i will do whatever i have to do to protect someone, including murder.

You cant imagine how it feels. Knowing people are starting at your body through your clothes.

So I'm obscenely fat. Only have been for 16 years. And people stare. But I know it's not because they want to rape me.

I can tell the difference.

I still feel it around Denise and "Socrates" i just scream rape over and over in my head. I say it calmly but its the way i say it that signifies screaming.

When I don't know and i think hes my brother i think its a weird wire crossed in my brain. But since he found out, I found out hes not my brother. Its been really intense

Agreeing to execute my mother was easier than having to be around him trying to "make me thanksgiving dinner" disgusting. But the peeing on the toilet.

Serious I couldn't handle it, I started peeing in the bathtub. He left pubes in purpose on the seat.

So im like please, let's go to Iraq. Im absolutely fine with no running water. I'm sitting on the edge of the tub peeing anyways.

Which theres a hilarious 5 year old me i was gonna write about to avoid the facts of what i am dealing with now..

And i will.

But right now I just want people to know the truth and why the DNA kits are important.

And that while a lot of us stay very quiet about a lot of torture we suffer, because we know we have that right, it doesn't mean we don't understand.

It doesn't mean we don't have the right to defend ourselves or have peace.

We should not have to fight for the right to not have to b3 told we will fall in love with a disgusting creep.

I did mention previously that i had a problem, on Thanksgiving, that Denise and my dad were helping me with.

And that is what it has been.

So its been continuous. And I can't fight him. He will kill me. Because i have fought him all my life and he is stronger than me. So I have to have help.

But today has been easy, I don't know why but it's been easier today.

But it's been absolutely horrible.

**he found out I murdered his father with a porch step and my bare hands when I was 16. Today. That's why its been better. He died with his eyes open.

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Examples of my Classism & Elitism

Just helping @waywardequestrian back up her claims.

1) My accommodations for my horses growing up. My family had enough money to keep our horses on our property which consisted of dirt floor stalls so warped be repeated cleaning of wet spots over the years that I horrifically sprained my ankle in 2015 taking a misstep into one of the craters. Whenever I asked my parents about getting stall mats I was told that was too expensive and we couldn't afford it. I also had issues every year with the horses getting thrush and weak hooves from the foot-deep mud that made up about a 1/4 of the pasture (and was right outside the stalls) that existed about 1/2 the year since we live where it rains a lot. The two times my parents had enough money to buy me a truckload of gravel to try and fix it; it hardly made a dent and I was told they could only afford the one load.

2) My "arena" growing up. It's an empty grass lot that's wider but shorter than a small dressage ring. It also was horrifically rocky. Whenever I asked if we could put sand down and I offered to do it myself if they just bought it for me I was told we could not afford that. I did my best trying to clear out the large rocks, diligently taking a big fence post pry bar out there to remove the big ones every few weeks, filling in with dirt and hoping that by doing that I was reducing the risk of my horse taking a bad step and being hurt. I was lucky though that my neighbor would periodically run his riding lawn mower through it to keep the grass low. I tried a few times to keep a temporary fence up but ultimately the blackberries would just eat it up anyway so over the years I lost more length and width to that. My horses learned uberstreichen from me ducking to avoid tree branches I was in a constant battle with.

3) My parents couldn't afford to buy us (I have a sister who rode for a while) our own horses, so for the first few years we were given our cousin's pony to learn on and share. Then my mom careleased an old retired WP horse for a bit before having to send her away because she had eye problems and we couldn't afford the medication. For 3 years we shared an Arab pony who was 4 when my mom bought her for less than $500. Eventually we landed with two careleased Arabs, one who was 21 when we started leasing her and one was 7 when we started leasing him. After looking after the gelding for 7 years, his owners announced they wanted to sell him. We couldn't afford what they asked and he was ripped from our family after 7 years of an spoken agreement that he would be ours permanently.

4) Our first year in USPC we couldn't take our horses to any of the lessons because our parents couldn't afford a horse trailer. When we did finally get a trailer it was so ancient that the tackroom floor was rotting out. I lived in constant fear my shitty little saddle would fall through and be lost forever during one of our trips to the twice monthly USPC lessons we went to.

5) When my parents finally were able to buy me a horse, our budget wasn't supposed to be over $1500, but my mom got an extra $500 by selling some of her personal tack for the Arab mare she bought 1 year before becoming pregnant with me. She'd bought that mare for $700 dollars and she had to ask my grandfather to loan her the money so she could buy her. Mia was $2,500 but my mom had fallen in love with her personality so she negotiated to pay for her monthly. She paid $150 a month for her and they only agreed because she was a broodmare they had sold to riding home, had to rescue her from it, resold her to another riding home and then had to rescue her from that, and they were trying to get her off the property to make room for the valuable horses.

6) This or some variation of this was what I looked like the majority of the time I was growing up. My boots were an extra wide calf because my dad had actually bought them for my mom. I'm a regular calf. I wore them until they literally came apart, took them to a cobbler to get a repair that lasted a bit, and then wore them completely through again. Whenever I had to walk on foot somewhere with them my socks would get soaked from the holes in them. My show coat was a boys sport's jacket we got at Goodwill. My saddle was a shitty and ancient Steuben that did not fit my horse, actively caused saddle sores, and which forced my leg so forward I battled a chair seat. But my mom got it for $100 and it's called an all-purpose so can't you just do dressage in it? I also didn't have access to private lessons. I got my twice a month group Pony Club lessons.

7) When I was 13/14 I got really serious about horses and wanting to progress. I had to beg my mom for about a year to get private lessons and the deal was that I could only have two a month on the opposite weeks of Pony Club. My sister had pretty much stopped riding by then so it was a lot more doable financially and my mom was finally working full-time. As it became obvious I didn't have the right saddle, the right arena at home, the right clothes; I had to work to get access to those things. I luckily had a knack for braiding and lived close to a prominent show ground; I worked the shows and made enough money to get a dressage saddle, to get boots, to even get as basic of things as stable wraps for my horse.

8) As a 15-16 year old I worked as a WS for a hunter/jumper trainer in order to get weekly lessons. She wasn't against me for not having a TB or a WB, she honestly put in a lot to make things work for us and really liked my horse--- she did however exlcude me from opportunities I couldn't afford. I couldn't afford to do the rated shows, so I didn't. The year she thought I could take the school horse for one show she passed me over for the girl whose mom would pay her. I would've worked it off but that wasn't good enough.

9) This is the horse I competed for 10 years. She's standing on a hill so you don't get the best picture of her confo and this as all I could drag up. Long backed, downhill, weak hocks. Not exactly the perfect dressage or jumping prospect. Between ages of 14-16, I developed a lot as a rider. One of my trainers through Pony Club saw this development as a great time to try and rip me from this sub-optimal mount and stick me on one of his horses I could lease because I wouldn't progress on this horse. He didn't want to work with a downhill, long backed APHA that was deeply under conditioned and not professionally trained for where I was starting to head. The emotional abuse I sustained from that trainer-student relationship still effects me. But how could I tell Mr. Watson that not only did I love this horse, but that we couldn't afford a different horse.

10) 14-16 were tough years for me mentally as an equestrian. While I had one supportive trainer I actually worked for and lessoned with; the presence of the other who continually rubbed it in my face that my horse wasn't meant for dressage and jumping made me fall into that "I'm an underdog" toxic mentality that I've been talking about on this blog for years. For as much fuel as deeply hating someone tellimg me what I couldn't do there was a greater presence of a "woe is me the world is biased against us" attitude. Any bad scores were "because the judge hates non-Warmbloods" and not because I had a horse that struggled with being on the forehand. Not placing well in jumping was because "I don't have as much money as they do" and not because my equitation was mediocre at best and I chipped-in to every fence.

11) I went about 6-9 months without professional training at all because I was so disillusioned with it (again, despite having had a trainer who was trying to work with me and my horse) and managed to sort some things out on my own given the foundation I'd received from the h/j trainer.

12) I took the very strong foundation that the one trainer who was there for me throughout that period gave me and took my embittered 17 year old self off to an "unconventional" "morally superior" trainer who would turn out to be an opioid addict with more bravado than talent. Thinking I was such a supremely talented but underrated rider, I didn't develop as much as I could have and I wasted a lot of money where I shouldn't have. I wanted to do rated shows (and actually the opioid addict wasn't the worst dressage trainer) but was actively discouraged because "they won't score you what you deserve it's a waste of money"--- not true. My opioid addict trainer also wanted to take credit for the development of my horse's canter (she used to cross-fire and be so strung out) but literally couldn't get that canter out of her when on her. Realistically, given the right opportunities falling into place I could have probably knocked out my Bronze and part of my Silver on that horse in high school.

13) I was only guaranteed my horse at college with me for one quarter at age 18 (even though board actually broke down to be way cheaper than keeping her at home). I worked a lot my initial stint at undergrad to get more opportunities with my horse. Too bad I was being abused, tried to kill myself, and had to drop out of college.

14) At 18 it's not illogical to expect you'll have to field all your horse's costs yourself. My mom had always said she'd take care of Mia until she passed though--- so she'd always have food and shelter. I did have to retire her early though because I couldn't afford hock injections. My lucky break was that my mom had purchased a horse for herself my sophomore year of high school who I had in high school been putting time into (spitefully not much because she wasn't suitable for my mother, but when I thought I might be able to convince my mom to sell her right before I left with my horse to college I put in a lot more effort and took her to schooling shows) who was sitting doing nothing but certainly sound.

15) This blog documents part of 5 years in which Chevy was my primary horse, an even less suitable APHA, and my struggles with not being able to afford lessons, clinics, shows. You'll find a lot of me working that horse in that shitty little grass arena because I couldn't afford to haul-in as regularly.

16) This blog also documents the extremely emotional traumatic ups and downs of my mom wanting to sell Chevy because she realized she was never going to ride her and me coming to grips with the fact that even if I could manage to afford to board her myself I would continue to be stuck making no progress. I desperately and fiercely love that horse and she was desperately and fiercely very wrong for me.

17) That's who I am. I'm the bobo backyard rider whose horses went years without floating their teeth or getting vaccines because we couldn't afford it. The girl whose horse was always tripping when we first got her because we couldn't afford a farrier who knew what they were doing, we could afford Rich who charged $60 for all three horses. The girl whose mom had to sell her own tack in order to buy me a horse. I'm not speaking from a place of privilege. I'm speaking from a place of knowledge, of experience, and of protection for all the other little girls who just want a pair of boots that fit them right.

Don't you dare fucking presume to know me.

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Arabella thought that she would despise the capital, with all of it's smog and people who never cared about your name or the gossip of the day.

However after a month of living in the magic capital, she came to realize that the smog wasn't actually bad, because of magic purifiers and the people could be ignored.

Well, she should have known it wouldn't have been that bad.

Magic was a beautiful thing after all.

Arabella Auclair was a force to be reckoned with, coming in at a height of 4'10 with the power of being small, mischievous, and annoying.

It wasn't actually a power, more like her entire being.

Ara had always been small, coming into the world at a meager three pounds. The midwife had told her mother that she wouldn't make it.

Arabella felt good when she kicked the midwife's son in the shins seven years later.

Her mother always asked her how such a little person got into so much trouble.

Her mother and her were constantly the talk of the town, being in a small farming community of 200 where marriage was sacred and cows were the only form of entertainment. Her mother, Clara, daring to engage in a week-long affair with a traveling man, which was the ultimate cause of her existence, ended up having her blacklisted in the community.

When Arabella asked her mother why she had done it, the woman simply placed a bowl of stew in front of her and smiled as she spoke, "He was the only man worthy of my time and in the end, he earned it."

"But everyone talks crap about you all of the time!" Ara protested.

"Well… while they talk, I earned you. That's worth it, isn't it?" Her mother asked.

Arabella simply didn't think that was a fair trade at all, considering the trouble she got in and how smart her mother was.

Ara got into fights with boys every other day, she had quit fighting with girls after they cried from one hair pull.

Her mother got them out of poverty with one power play.

Ara had spent her first three years of her life sleeping in stables right next to the tavern her mother worked at. Clara's father and Ara's grandfather had kicked the young woman out the minute she turned out to be pregnant. Unfortunately for the bitter man, he had no other children, so when he passed away when Ara was three, her mother earned the farm, made a deal with the nearby farmer which ended with them having a home, land, and work.

Clara ended up becoming one of the most wealthy farmers in the town.

While Ara beat up their sons.

One night, as her mother patched up her battle wounds, she wondered aloud, "Hmmm… maybe your father was a fae after all. With all of the spite you've got, you're surely one."

Her mother wasn't far from the truth.

Because at the ripe age of 7, as Arabella fell into the creek and with no one to save her, accepted her fate as the bastard child who drowned.

At least, until the water pulled her out and then began to talk to her.

Yes… talk to her.

Now, you see, Arabella's magic was something much different than everyone else. While they manipulated the world around them, using their internal mana to create change…

She nurtured it.

Arabella didn't have a hint of mana inside of her. Instead, it was all around her. The world looked at this small girl and instead of leaving her alone, they decided she could interact with everything.

A leaf? She could talk to it. A rock? She had great conversations with one every Tuesday. The world was one big conversation and whenever she wanted magic cast, all she had to do was ask.

Of course, this had its own problems.

Now, while she could ask the world to perform a task, that didn't mean it would perform it. Arabella had to be nice, she couldn't just demand everything.

For a girl with a lot of fire, that was an issue.

On more than one occasion she found herself dealing with things backfiring.

"Why can't you just DO AS YOUR TOLD!" She yelled as she threw a rock at the water.

Then the water threw a rock back and knocked the girl straight out.

Arabella learned to be nicer to the spirits from then on.

She called them spirits because what else could she call them? No one else's magic was like this.

Arabella could listen to the world and while it could listen back, there was no one to listen with her.

One night Arabella finally told her mother about the voices, hoping…. Knowing… that since her mother was so smart, she would have the same powers! She simply had to be waiting for Ara to earn hers… right?

When Clara's face suddenly shifted from her normal soft look to a hardened one, Ara knew she was wrong.

Her father was the strange one.

Of course he had to be, the man who ruined everything, being the one who had fathered this magic.

Clara loved her daughter the same and ended up letting slip that perhaps she could meet her father and learn more about this magic.

And where was her dear old dad?

The magical capital of course. Right where a farm girl like her could never think to be.

So Arabella gathered her mother's smarts and made a plan.

From that day on, she threw herself into school, until school became too easy, then manners came next, she needed to be polite to the spirits.

She still fought with idiot farm boys, of course.

Then she finally proved she had magic. However, she didn't let the true nature of her powers slip. She simply made it seem like she had the elemental abilities of both earth and water, the two easiest spirits to handle, and the town ran with it.

Clara's child was going to be a mage? A wizard!? Maybe she would join the royal court. Magic was rare after all, a gift the old farm town would never see again for generations.

Marriage was suddenly brought up, but Arabella quickly made it clear that she was going to go away to school.

Like she would want to marry an idiot farmer anyways. If anything, she would marry an amazing, intelligent magician.

Her mother laughed when she told her this and said she would have married Ara's father if possible.

Ara thought that her father was the stupidest part of her mother. A no good fae, seducing a smart country girl and then leaving her high and dry with child.

At the age of 16, Ara sent her letter to the magical capital of the world, Icosa. The Academy of Magic in Icosa was simply the best in the world. Arabella would settle for no less.

When she got her confirmation for her interview and magic test, her mother packed her up and shipped her off to the nearest testing location.

And then when her acceptance letter finally came, they both cried in the kitchen for hours, although Ara would deny it.

Saying goodbye to her mother was the hardest thing. The capital wasn't simply a carriage away…. But a two weeks worth trip.

Now… Ara is here… in the magic center of the world, preparing to start at the Academy.

However, she is a child of fire, water, earth, and all of the rest. Nothing could stop her now.

Magic, really was, a wonderful thing.

((I do not own the picture. I simply thought it suited her well until I draw her myself. To tell the truth it's been awhile since I've written something properly and I haven't posted anything I've written here before. This is simply a roleplay character showcase but I thought it would be fun to display here!!! Also there is definitely grammar errors considering I didn't look this over and wrote it quickly.)

#roleplay #rp #writing prompt #kind of?#Arabella really is just a feral child #fantasy #medieval #kind of #its howl castle medieval if that makes sense #magic #spirits #i just really liked the idea of someone muttering to themselves every time they did magic #writing #short story #original character #oc #original story #original rp

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