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morgy-doo · 5 months

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school bus graveyard realtionship headcannons

^ such cuties

Ashlyn Banner~

insanely protective

when you are in the phantom dimension this girl is mostly focused on making sure you don't get hurt/die

keeps you away from Aiden in that dimension so you don't end up getting roped into something stupid

Altho she isn't the most affectionate person, she will grab your hand and squeeze it tightly when she is nervous

she begrudgingly...after ALOT of begging, allowed you to play with her hair, when it is undone it is super wavy from being in those plaits all day

if you every get seriously hurt/die in the demon dimension, she will act calm and collected at first, but then totally lose it

she wont cry until she is alone of course

refuses to leave you alone until she knows you are better

after that she doesn't let you leave her sight

she just wants to keep you safe and close to her

Aiden Clark~

your more of a mother/father than a girlfriend/boyfriend-

CONSTANTLY bouncing off the walls

literally-

at one point in your relationship he would tell you he had a cute date planned....you had no idea that it was skydiving

he loved it

you not so much

in the phantom dimension he is using you to back him up in arguments

and he definatley tries to show off for you at one point

when they get locked in the mental assylum, he paints his face as you instead of the clown because why not

he found it endearing, you found it absolutely terrifiying

if you die then he will go silent, not as energetic or bouncy until he knows you are okay again, he constantly brings you things to entertain you with while in the hospital

he just wants you to never get bored of him

Ben Clark~

the most sweetest boyfriend ever

he will buy you flowers out of nowhere just to see you smile

sometimes he feels bad that he cannot say how much he loves you verbally

constantly has hand cramps from writing huge paragraphs about his love for you

the type of boyfriend to just pick you up and hug you when you are mad

you help him calm down when his temper starts to flare up

he really enjoys doing soothing activities with you such as pottery, painting, and baking

he is AMAZING at baking

he loves making you food

in the phantom dimension he likes to have you on his back

to reassure him that you are still there and safe, and also as a way to have quick access to you when you are in danger

if you die in the phantom dimension he will have this deeply disturbed look on his face

he honestly looked after you better than the doctor did

he brought you home cooked meals, your clothes, some things to cheer you up

he wants you to feel loved and to know that he will always be there for you even though you cannot hear him say it

Taylor Hernandez~

such a sweetie

she is so good at reading your feelings and can tell when you are upset/ when something is bothering you

she has pictures of you two together all over her wall so she always has something of you with her

she loves matching outfits with you

she 100% owns a shirt that says "i love my boyfriend/girlfriend" and has no shame in wearing it

she has this ritual where she kisses each picture of you before bed each night and saying "i love you y/n" over an over until she has kissed each picture

Tyler was just stood in the doorway of the room terrified-

in the phantom dimension you both make a vow to protect each other

and she will protect you with her LIFE is she has too

if you die in the phantom dimension she would never forgive herself

she would think its her fault as she didn't stick to her side of the vow

she let you get hurt

will sob infront of everyone

honestly needs more comfort then you do

when you are on the road to recovery tells you all these silly stories about her and Tyler to see you smile

she wants you to never leave her

Tyler Hernandez~

this one is a mixed bag

lets just say you will be very aware when he has entered the room

you slowly help him start to enjoy baseball again

he invites you to practice to show you off to his team

you are now lumped into his protection pile

congratulations, you are now one of his top priorities

he wont say it very often, but he adores you

and he misses you very much when you aren't around

he plays guitar for you when he is feeling especially loving, he teaches you the songs his dad taught him

when you are in the phantom dimension he gets very angry very easily

he is just so overwhelmed and worried about keeping you AND Taylor safe.

he is terrified he would of failed in his job of protecting you

if you die in the other dimension he would be angry at everyone but mostly at himself

he would close off, he wouldn't speak to anyone and he ends up flunking some of his classes to see you at the hospital

he is very aggressive to everyone else but when you are getting better at the hospital he is all gentle smiles and sweet tones

he owes it to you for letting you down

he wants to be able to feel that he can provide and protect you

Logan Fields~

he thinks he doesn't deserve you

why would you pick someone small and pathetic when you can have the full package like Tyler

despite his self doubts he treats you as best as he can

he is the most cliche person ever

has definately watched the sun set with you

study dates are a must

you both defo have this little potted flower that you have "raised" together

he tells you ALL about flowers as he has alot of knowledge about them

when you are in the phantom dimension he always has this dreaded feeling sitting in his stomach

as if he knows something is gonna happen to you and he wont be able to stop it

the feeling would eat him up inside

if you die in the phantom dimension, he would be determined to be the reason you got better, that it wouldn't happen again

he wants you to view him as worthy of your love, and he would do almost anything to earn that

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raspberriesoda · 6 months

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jaemin headcanons — how he would treat you on your period

warnings | menstruation obviously, one (1) swear word, a tiny smidge of a mention of nsfw

a.n | felt like i was dying at work today because my cramps were so bad so this is purely self indulgent lmao

you absolutely cannot convince me that jaemin isnt the absolute sweetest mf to you when you’re on your period

he for sure has a tracker app on his phone so he knows when exactly you’re supposed to start

he makes sure that the bedsheets are clean around that time so you can snuggle up into a nice clean bed

your every wish is his command, and he won’t make you do anything you don’t feel like doing

but one thing he will make sure that you do is eat enough healthy foods and drink enough water (not that he doesn’t do that all the time, but this week is the most important)

he always has the fridge and pantry stocked with the ingredients for your favorite meals and snacks so he can make them for you

he doesn’t care if its the most convoluted recipe he’s ever seen in his life, or even if he has to drive however long it takes to get to your favorite random takeout place

he will make absolutely sure that you have your favorite food

he’s so incredibly gentle and understanding with you, and he’s exactly what you need

he knows every month is different from the last but he can always read the room

if you feel clingy, then he won’t let you go

if you want your space, then he keeps the distance he knows you need, but he’s still just a room away in case you call out to him for anything at all

even if you’re having a particularly bad day and there’s a chance that you might snap at one of your friends or coworkers, you’ve never snapped at jaemin because he just knows exactly what to say and do

if you have to work the day it hits or the day its the heaviest, he makes sure he’s at home so he can be there when you finish your day

sometimes you’ll come back home and you’ll be okay, maybe on a good day where your body decided to give you a break or the pain meds you took really just did their job

other days though, you’ll open the door with a frown on your face, your eyes welling up with tears because the day was so long and nothing was going right and you’re just in so much fucking pain

he immediately leads you inside, helping you take off all your clothes and running a bath for you, complete with all of your favorite bubbles or muscle relaxing salts

jaemin must have an internal thermometer or something because the bath water is always right, never too hot or too cold

he’ll sit in the tub behind you so you can lean back against him while he softly scrubs shampoo into your hair and massages your scalp

he presses little kisses to your cheeks or shoulders or back every time he hears you sniffle, and he’ll give you his undivided attention if you decide to tell him about your day

theres a bottle of cold water right next to the tub for him to grab whenever you bend forward from a wave of pain; he rubs your arms or your thighs softly until it subsides, and brings the straw up to your lips for you

“you’re okay, baby, take a drink” and after you take a few gulps he’ll set it down and pat your flushed face with a cold fluffy cloth

if you’re up for doing your skincare, he’ll do it for you with you

he’ll brush your hair up into a ponytail and/or put on your matching fuzzy bunny eared headbands

he’ll wash your face for you with your cleanser, and his gentle fingers will smooth the face cream down your nose and across your cheeks (he likes to squish your cheeks together and kiss your pouty lips to make you giggle)

if it isn’t obvious by now, jaemin doesn’t let you lift a finger

after drying you off and getting you dressed up in his comfy clothes, the heating pad is already warmed up and ready for you on the bed

and i’ll just say it, i know what you’re thinking

no, jaemin is not at all opposed to helping you out if you’re feeling particularly.. needy

he didn’t necessarily mean to stumble upon the fact that orgasms help with period cramps

he was just researching ways to help you feel more comfortable

but he is more than willing to do whatever you want whenever you want, so this of course is not an exception

“jaem, i’m literally bleeding down there”

“yeah and?? we have towels”

he’s not trying to pressure you into doing anything you aren’t up for

he just wants you to know that anything he can do to make you feel better, he’s 100% willing to do, no questions asked

#needed my parasocial bf today sigh #jaemin #na jaemin #jaemin fluff #jaemin reaction #jaemin x reader #na jaemin fluff #na jaemin reaction #na jaemin x reader #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream reaction #nct dream x reader #na jaemin headcanons #jaemin headcanons #nct dream headcanons #judah.doc

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starry-eyes-love · 7 months

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Blood Within Me

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Ch. 9: Blood Within Me

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader, post outbreak

Summary | You have a bad period and Joel comforts you. Can read as stand alone or as part of My Journey To You Series.

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings | Mentions of f!reader on her period, mentions of period pain/cramps, talks of pregnancy, reference to gynecological problems, soft!Joel, Joel comforts you, terms of endearment, fluffy. Series is 18+ Minors DNI, but this chapter doesn't have that warning.

A/N: Here's for all my fellow women who have bad periods with cramps. Wrote this one while on a period from hell. Hope you find it comforting, enjoy

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered gently into your ear. He also grabbed your one leg and placed it on top of his hip. His hand then came to your lower back where he was gently massaging the hardened muscles, while his other hand was around your shoulders and gently rubbing his hand up and down the top of your spine. He then started to gently rock you, back and forth, back and forth, to get the pain to subside.

You remember growing up hearing the older folks talk about the night. About how dangerous the night was during World War II, during Nazi Germany. Your grandmother was a child that lived in Germany, and didn't come to America until the end of World War II. You used to be fascinated by her stories, about the way the world was, so different from your own when you were younger. But now, it seemed like history repeated itself, but in a much more cruel way. Now the night, even in its peacefulness, meant death more times than not, if you weren’t careful.

You laid awake in the middle of the night, looking out the window that was in the room both you and Joel were sharing. Domestic life right now in an apocalypse had its perks, but with it came dangerous problems and concerns. Safety, usually out in nature, was something that no one took lightly. Darkness meant hidden shadows, hidden dangers, and always someone on watch. Now in this cabin, darkness meant safety, but it also meant severe complications in survival when one laid in it, awake, while experiencing pain.

You looked up at the window, at the moon’s bright glow that was casting long shadows across the silent space. The only sound you heard was the sound of Joel lying next to you, softly snoring. Life was getting harder, food was something that was becoming more difficult to find. You and Joel were taking turns walking longer distances to obtain food. Larger wildlife was harder to find recently due to the larger snowfall that had occurred, and the lack of tracks seen in the snow. Yesterday, Joel thought he hit the jackpot by killing a small doe. With proper rationing, and turning the meat into jerky, the three of you would be able to stretch the food out for a few weeks, a month if it was absolutely necessary.

As the night continued, you became more restless. You slightly kept rustling the bed sheets as you tried to find a comfortable position. After readjusting the bed sheets for the fifth time in the last ten minutes, you were unable to find a comfortable position to relax in. You laid there quietly, feeling your eyes well up with tears at the constant throbbing of your stomach. You didn’t feel good, on your period and bleeding heavily with horrible menstrual cramps. You wished for a heating pad, and medication that could work. Something that could take the pain away besides the tearing and razor cutting feeling in your lower abdomen that you have felt for most of the night.

You were frustrated, sleep not taking you and if it did, you weren’t able to stay sleeping for longer than 15 minutes. You’ve been awake most of the night, and by your guess, you believed it was around 3 am in the morning. You haven’t had more than maybe 20 to 30 minutes of sleep all night, and it was your turn to look for food again. You felt tears begin to form in your lash line. You were frustrated from the lack of sleep, pain, and exhaustion that was taking over. You didn't want to be the one to leave in the morning, and you didn't want Joel leaving either. You just wanted your pain to stop, and for you to get some sleep.

When you went to move again, you felt a hard stab of pain and discomfort hit your lower abdomen. As it hit you, you let out a high pitched whine, holding your abdomen tight, while a sob left your throat in pain. You weren’t a baby when it came to pain, you were someone that had a high pain tolerance. But right now, you felt like you couldn’t handle or deal with it anymore. You didn’t realize that with your vocal expression of pain, that the man sleeping soundly behind you heard it.

Joel had been sleeping soundly for once, something that usually wasn’t easily seen. But his eyes snapped open at the noise that you made. He thought that he heard you whine. As he slowly came to, blinking his eyes while looking up at the ceiling, he allowed his body to awaken, and his senses to take hold. Taking a deep breath he turned his head to the right to look at you. You were curled up in a ball, facing away from him. Joel thought you were sleeping yet, as you barely moved. He rubbed a hand down his face, exhaling slowly at the thought of hearing someone whine in the darkness. It must have been a dream or somethin’, he thought to himself. But then he heard it again, followed by a quiet sob that escaped your lips.

Joel propped his arm up on the bed and partially sat up. He reached for you and turned you gently on your back, so he could look at you in the face. When he saw you were awake and crying, he got concerned. Here you were, curled up on the bed, whimpering and crying. He scanned your body quickly, taking in your tear streaked face and facial expressions, trying to determine the source of your discomfort. He saw you were gripping your lower belly, not releasing your hands, even though you were now laying partially on your back.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Joel said with a deep raspy voice, one that was still laced with sleep.

“It’s…it’s my cramps, they’re really bad this month” you said, jaw clenched and a hand pressed tightly to your lower abdomen as tears kept welling up in your eyes.

“Oh c’mere baby,” Joel said, gently grabbing you and moving you to lay on your side where you were facing him. He tucked you gently into his chest, and placed his belly tight to your belly for heat. You have always told Joel that he was like a furnace anytime that you cuddled up with him. Heat just radiated off his body, something that always came in handy during the cold nights when you two would share a sleeping bag together while traveling. Now Joel was trying to do the same thing, but this time he was hoping his heat from his abdomen would warm your lower tummy to give you some pain relief.

You had buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent that was a mixture of pine, cinnamon, sweat, and Joel as you softly wept. Joel held you, slowly reassuring you that you were “doing so good” and that the pain would eventually stop. Joel could feel how tense your body was, especially with each new wave of discomfort that you were experiencing.

"It hurts so much, Joel," you murmured, softly against his chest.

"I know, baby. I know," he said soothingly, now running a hand through your hair and gently kissing the top of your head. "You've got this darlin’, it’ll pass. Trust me, just one breath at a time baby, ok? Shhh.”

He continued to hold you as wave after wave of your period pain came and went. He had asked you if you took anything for it and when you said yes, he just held you even tighter, and got you to focus on breathing through it.

“I j-just wish I could get pr-pregnant to stop this” you said, hiccuping from sobbing so hard. Joel immediately tensed and pulled you back to look at you. When you refused to look at him in the face, he took his index finger and placed it underneath your chin. He gently tipped your chin upwards, looking at you in the face. He knew pregnancy was something that could help with bad menstrual cramps. He remembers Sarah’s mom being told by doctor’s after Sarah was about a year old that she should try for another baby to help stop the pain of her periods. Endometriosis, a condition that causes endometrium (part of the uterine lining) to get outside of the uterus, usually would cause horrible pain like this. Hormonal therapy and pregnancy, besides a hysterectomy, were the only solutions that were offered pre-outbreak.

Doctor’s at the QZ would also make this same statement. They did with Tess, and Tess had opted for a hysterectomy of her uterus instead of wanting to try to have kids with Joel. Joel didn’t know how he felt about the whole kid topic then, and he surely didn't know how he felt about it right now. Kids were a complication that he couldn't afford to have at the moment, for obvious reasons, so your comment completely surprised him.

“Darlin’, I-” Joel said, looking in your eyes with concern lacing his features.

“Joel, just forget about it. I'm sorry, I’m just being stupid,” you said, closing your eyes and tilting your head downward. You didn't want to have this conversation now with him. He sat there examining your features as another wave of pain hit, and your lower lip started to quiver slightly.

Joel noticed the movement and said, “Fuck baby, come ‘ere.” He pulled you closer to his chest, holding you for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“Baby, it’s not safe. Maybe, maybe in civilization once again, if it's safe, but not out here like this. Ok?” he said, referencing the child and pregnancy topic. He felt you stiffen and cry in his arms. Joel knew that when you got cramps bad like this that you got extremely emotional and sensitive. He knew talking about difficult topics, like children, marriage, survival, etc. was hard. He learned a long time ago that if the discussion could wait until later, then that's what he'd do. No sense in working you or him up more about something that didn't matter at the moment.

“Hey now, what's with all the tears?” Joel said gently, pulling back and looking at you. You looked at him with tired, red puffy eyes. “Yeah, you haven't slept, have ya baby?” You didn’t respond , but shook your head no. “That's what I thought, c’mere” and Joel gently tucked you back into his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back, while starting to hum your favorite lullaby to you.

After a few minutes Joel felt you slowly start to relax. He whispered in your ear “we’ll discuss it all later, okay mama?” You gave Joel a gentle nod with your head as you took a deep breath in. Your cramps were slowly starting to dissipate, Joel's body acting like a heating pad.

“There ya go, darlin’. Doin’ so good f’me.” Joel said, as he felt you completely relax in his arms, knowing that the pain was finally subsiding for you. "You're amazing, ya know that?" Joel whispered in your ear, while slowly kissing your neck.

“How?” you asked gently, taking a deep breath and calming down as sleep slowly crept in.

“Cause despite all of this shit happening in the world and to you, ya still are standing strong, holdin’ your head up high, and fighting for life darlin’,” he said.

“How is having menstrual cramps surviving Joel?” You questioned, not understanding the connection or what he was meaning by his previous statement.

Joel, shaking his head and letting out a huff, pulled you back so you could look at him in the eyes. “Baby, the strongest muscle in the human body for a woman is her uterus. It’s the giver of life, the reason why we still have hope in this goddamn forsaken world. It’s what gave me my baby girl Sarah, and what gave me you. To bring a child into the world, honey, that is nothing short of a miracle. And the pain you experience right now just reminds us of that beautiful gift that can happen when a man and a woman-” Joel trailed off and was desperately looking into your eyes, praying that you saw and understood the amazing gift that you were carrying. The gift that gave him his baby girl, and one that gave him you and Ellie.

“I get it Joel, it is a miracle, the miracle of life. I am grateful. But if I’m being honest, this thing ain’t no miracle of life if I can’t let it do what it was created to do,” you said, hoping Joel understood where you were going.

“Baby, I-” Joel said, shaking his head gently and trying to clear the thump that was caught in his throat.

Taking in his conflicting statements and body language, you knew Joel enough to know that he was confused and having a clash between what his heart and brain felt. Not wanting to spark an argument, you just simply said, “it’s okay old man, probably wouldn’t work for ya anyways. You’re probably shootin’ blanks at your age now, ya old dinosaur,” you said, teasing him and hoping the joking would help ease any uncomfortable tension that you may have caused from your previous statement about children.

“C’mere wiseass, I ain’t shootin’ blanks, now knock it off and go back to sleep before I send ya outside with that damn old dinosaur statement.” He said, kissing the top of your forehead while turning you around and spooning you from behind. He laid his hand on your lower belly, slowly stroking it, envisioning it starting to swell from a baby he could put in there. A child he could have once again. That thought excited him and scared him all together, something to think about for a later date.

“I love you Joel” you whispered, snuggling in next to him and finally letting sleep take you. Joel laid there and listened to your breaths slowly even out, going in and out very slowly. When he knew you were asleep he leaned forward and whispered “You’re gonna kill me woman, ya know that. I promise, I’ll give ya everything that you want, even if it’s kids. But first let me find us somewhere safe.”

With that admission Joel finally was able to relax and go back to sleep. It was always in the dark that you and Joel could find strength, comfort, and peace in one another. The darkness might be something of fear for many, but it was the only place that both you and Joel could strip back your layers and be honest with each other. It allowed you both to bleed a little bit for the other person with your emotions, to share those intimate thoughts safely. It is where your unwavering promise to love each other began, and it was the one place where nothing could rip away your happiness (or so you thought).

End Story

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critterbitter · 9 months

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If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your comic making process? I find it hard to make comics that look eye-pleasing to read and yours are like candy.

Ah, comics! Dig under cut to see some old wips as I attempt to explain my nightmare thought process to you.

For making a comic AESTHETIC and APPROACHABLE:

I've noticed that it's easier for people to be pulled into a comic if I set the environment first and foremost, so people have some vague context for the scene. Of COURSE that's not always necessary ( there are a lot of comics that start out without environmental story telling and it works perfectly) but I've always liked having a lil illustration before digging my rat claws into the meat of the story.

For example! “Emmet and Elesa have a clandestine meeting in the library at 4 am.”

The sketch was sort of the jumping point to where I wanted to go with the comic. I wanted to a. explain wtf is happening and b. draw a nice conclusion about what the f is happening.

You don't need to make the environment available in every panel too! I'd suggest making your first panel tell all the environment detail you need and then like... slowly removing irrelevant detail from there. And then hit folks with the background again at the end. (So basically, you don't see the library in this comic until the beginning and a bit towards the end. I have tricked you! aha!) So that's one tip i have. For Readability: Anyways, to make a comic easy to read, spacing is super important. Dialogue tends to cramp a shot by a WHOLE lot. For example! Remember the "Lamp is told she's beloved (and has a tsundere moment over it"? That used to be TWO panels. Man. Nightmare fuel. Lemme find it. (This is the rough. I Lined It, realized the pacing is off, and then withered. Please don't look at it too hard.)

So here's the thing. This READS. But the sheer amount of dialogue in the beginning is fatiguing for me and the "you are beloved, Lampent" NEEDS that oomph of both characters realizing that over the span of years, their relationship stopped being antagonistic and started being family instead. Some folks are fine with blocks of dialogue, but I have the attention span of a patrat on candy. I will not make it. SO! To match the almost moody atmosphere, I stretched the comic out. I stretched that bad boy out a LOT. And I got this out of it.

Something to keep in mind in comics is there's always going to be one or two iconic lines. Lines that make people FEEL things. Those lines deserve their own panel, their own shot, their whatever. A good story has lulls in its conversation. If you can replicate it, you're winning. Character Blocking:

So basically no, it's not all witchcraft. It's only a bit of witchcraft. Another thing that helps is differentiating characters if they're on the same panel is by solid blocks of color. I have, for the longest time when working on storyboards, blocked characters different tones in order to help differentiate them. Don't be shy! Do that if it helps your comics read! Ingo will always be darker shaded then emmet. The angry nightlight will always have some hint of purple on her (unless I forget). The first goal in a story is to convey information, hehe. Here's an example of color blocking! (This is from a VERY old botw comic I did for linktober in 2021.)

It's, ah, rather rustic compared to what I do. usually. I know! BUT the primary goal here is to convey where the characters are in relation to each other. And the fact they're color coded makes life easier for both reader and artist. Alright! That's all the tips I can think of off the top of my head. Time to get off that soap box, haha. Overall: Basically, my work process is-- draw a story telling image/ write a funny piece of dialogue. Build the comic around that. Pace it so the important lines stand out. Color code the characters for max visibility. And then four to twelve hours of lineart, but that's neither here or there.

Thanks for coming to my unregulated rambling!

#tutorial #but hideous and mostly cobbled from limestone and willpower #ask #mailbox #critterbitter #wip #botw #just some comic stuff!#submas wip #critterbitter screams into the void

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futurewriter2000 · 8 months

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Second Chance

A/N: I don't know how this can end in a happy ending but... I'll try. I didn't even know how to start writing this request but I think I did fairly well and even better than I expected. I think I can do it better though but for now, I'll give you this. Short-ish and sweet. I tried to put everything into one fic.

REQUEST #14 (wattpad) @fredsdeath: HI!! I love all ur books especially the fred weasley book and uhm i was wondering if you could do my request abt how y/n pretends to have amnesia and not remember fred bc fred was her ex and broke her heart in their past relationship like happy emding or not its fine and this is just a suggestion its still okay if you dont do it tho :D

They say that the first few months always feel like a true honeymoon and then the reality hits but it wasn't like that with you and Fred. It was different because the two of you were friends first before anything and that changed everything. You knew who he was, the good and the bad, as well as he did. The two of you had this undestructable bond, nothing in the world could break. It felt real, it felt true, it felt like a once in a life-time love and you believed that.

You did... until you didn't anymore.

There were moments of Fred acting ditant. Sometimes when you looked into his eyes, he wasn't there and when he smiled, it felt forced. You felt like you were too much for him so you took a step back as well, thinking that space was all that he needed. You were different than him however, you didn't want space, you needed reassurence that he is still the Fred that will hold your hands and kiss them randomly when the two of you are laughing or just sitting together. You believed that the Fred that walked down the hall, nagging you jokingly until you retorded a sarcastic comment back, pretending to be furious with him until he nagged you until you laughed- was still somehow there. You believed that the Fred who made your stomach cramp either from laughter or butterflies will appear soon. It's just a hard transitioning moment, now that the new headmistress is on. He's coming back... he's still Fred.

He wasn't though.

"What do you mean?" your eyes twitched and you couldn't figure out whether you were angry or sad. You kept looking at the ground, not knowing when your hands ripped themselves from his.

"It's not you, I swear, it's just-"

"It's you." you looked at him, your lip trembling but you refused to cry in front of him.

"It is..." he bit his lower lip. "I just don't think that this is it." he said and you refused to look at him. He forced a smile and swayed on his feet. "We can still be friends." he said, touching your shoulder playfully as if all of a sudden you will place a smile on your face, bright and jolly but you turned your head away, wiped the crocodile tear that fell from your eyes and looked at him.

"Who is she?" you said with a sharp cold tone.

"There isn't-"

"You never lied to me, Fred. Don't start now." you glared.

He looked at you and pursed his lips together. He looked away and you let out a laugh from disbelief.

"I had a feeling but I always refused to listen to it. You know why?" you paused. "Because my trust for you was bigger than my insecurities but you just made me believe I was going crazy for such a long time until you grew balls to tell me."

"I just kissed her once-"

"Oh-" you literally heard your heart break inside your chest.

"She KISSED ME-" he mumbled. "I swear, I didn't kiss her first, she just sort of leaned in and I pulled away and I didn't want to say anything, I swear because I thought it was nothing but she just sort of... I don't know... I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"So you want to slag around."

"NO!" he started to get frustrated, shaking his head. "I just- I'm lost right now. I don't know what I want."

"You want her."

"No-" he shook his head. "I don't know... maybe... I don't know."

"Fuck you." you said, slapping him hard on his cheek that it turned red immediatelly. "You just wasted fucking 8 months of my life." and with that you turned around.

----

It's been a long year now since then and you knew her name... not that you truly wanted it but you heard of a short fling between Fred and Angelina Jonson. She was another good friend of his and you wished you figured it out sooner but you haven't.

You've cried. You did. More than just one crocodile tear. You've made a mess from your room and your roommates didn't really mind. They've been patient and graceful with you. They've also been a good distraction from your emotions and you were glad you weren't when Fred made his great parting with fireworks in Hogwarts that year.

You've put yourself together since then. You did and you've heard he's been with that woman, another woman, a few other women and you didn't want to hear none of it. Your friends kept telling you about it, despite you didn't want to. You heard about his shop and all of other things.

Now... well, now you've had your own appartment, which was quite hard with the economy but you wanted your place since you were an early teen. And to think of it, getting an appartment was easier than getting a job that pays well on your education. But it did. You've worked in a small bussiness, grammar checking documents that came in and out. Something close to an accounting. It wasn't what you wanted but it was something.

You haven't seen Fred in a year and a half. He was still on your mind though. He was. It was as if he put a chip into you that keeps rewinding time back to when the two of you were in love.

What you hated more was that you did move on but somehow he was still following you everywhere you went. You didn't see him anywhere and you knew that was a good sign but you were always on the lookout. Close to his shop, you felt anxious and you thought it over what would happen if he came out now and see you. You didn't know. You didn't know anything. Your brain turned off like nothing.

But that never happened and so you were okay with moving on.

---

So how did you end up here?

How did he end up here?

The last thing you told him was that he should have fun with your replacement and he did... for a short time. It really infuriated him that you told him that but Angelina really wasn't the one either. He pushed it as far as he could but something didn't click with her. He didn't feel joy with her, he felt obligated to be with her but he grew tired of being with someone.

He told you he forgets people easily but why did seeing you hurt so much. It was like a sting into his heart- quick but short. He couldn't mumble a word when you stood there and there was no shine in your eyes, no glow on you as he remembered you. There was a smile but not as joyful.

You stood there... still beautiful.

He hated that. He hated that you were still beautiful- more than him... since always.

He turned his head away, not wanting to look at you anymore. He was furious- so darn furious. Why didn't anybody tell him about you?

"There she is!" Remus came over with his hands on your shoulders, gently and formally.

You smiled brightly at him because you adored him as a professor. He was the only professor who made a course feel important and interesting.

"She was my best student and she now works in a small company for accounting- a shame to waste your talents there."

Sirius, he stood up tall and mighty, almost king-like and you felt infatuated by his kingly presence. His eyes were cold blue but his look was warm and safe.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Azkaban or something?" you joked and he laughed.

"Been there, didn't like it much." he retorded back and a few of the group laugh. "She's been working for me too for a bit. Remus recommended her- just for a short time and she turned out to be trustworthy. I bet she went to Hogwarts with you."

Ginny ran to you into a hug immediately and smiled up to you... well not up anymore. She seemed taller than you by a few centimeters. The two of you always had a great friendship, despite Fred. She adored you and you adored her.

"I can't believe you're here!" she exclaimed and you laughed, hugging her tightly.

"Me neither. This man put me through hell."

"I did not." Sirius gasped.

"Don't leave him alone in this house for long ever again."

"We have so much to catch up!"

And you did. With the whole group. You did work with Sirius through Remus. You've never really met him personally, always through some Howlers, letters, some other secret forms of communication and he was always so arrogant through it. He had grumpy and sassy remarks and at first you were professional about it but through time you've had enough and returned the energy. It has mostly been with the documents you've been grammarly correcting. They had been reciepts from big, luxiourious wizard families and you could see in some of those reciepts which were on the bad side, which on the good and which were fleeding and unreliable.

You didn't know about the other participants except Remus, Tonks and Sirius. Soon you figured Moody was one as well when he trampled into your office, asking questions and now you've met others.

You've never been much of a leap of faith person but you've always had a strong urge to stand for fairness and justice. You've fired up when you had to, not knowing until you went to bed that night. Remus saw that in you and he knew that all you needed was a little push.

You've always been reliable and when you promised something, you didn't back out, even if you were extremely anxious. He knew you could never back out from this. A bit manipulating but well, that was the push.

You've looked at Moody with your mouth on the ground.

"Turn into Harry?" you looked at all the others, especially at Remus.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to." said Harry.

"No, it's not that." you laughed. "Couldn't we just turn Harry into some random Muggle and transport him?"

The others thought about it as it could be.

"No!" Moody shouted. "Would you think they'd just let some random Muggle with a stick in his boot let into the Ministry?" he growled at you, approaching you. "No- now dress up lil priss." and he shoved clothes at you.

You looked after him than walked to Harry. "Are you comfortable with this? Us... turning into you?"

He gave you a comforting smile. "Not really but a plan is a plan. My comfort is not really in question." he offered you a smile and you returned it, though you felt a bit sad for the boy, espeicially when others made awful comments about them.

What you didn't notice was the little peeps Fred was giving you when you undressed, easily unclasping your bra under your Harry shirt and throwing it in the corner.

George apperead in front of him as Harry, giving him a grin meanwhile Fred just put his glassess on and pretended not to look.

"You're with me little priss." one of the Harry's told you and winked at you.

As you walked behind fake Harry, you passed what you thought was Fred and he called out your name. "Hey, (Y/n)."

You turned around. "What?"

"Stay safe."

You looked at him and nodded, turning back to the fake Harry, feeling your heart beating fast. Not because of Fred... this was pure fear.

---

Fred just turned back into himself, laughing with his father about the trip when Ginny told him about George. He was running into the living room, finding his best friend bloody on the couch.

"Shit, George." he came to his side.

"I'm howy." George whispered.

"What George?" Fred leaned in worriedly.

"I said..." George took a breath. "I'm holy now Fred."

Fred rolled his eyes and laughed from all the relief. "Only you can crack a joke about a blown up ear."

He looked up, smiling joyfully when the others smiled back, hugging him and George. It wasn't until two were missing. He looked around again. "Where are Tonks and (y/n)?" he asked but the others looked around and nobody was around.

"Remus is waiting for them, I'll go out and check." said Arthur but just as he was about to head out the door, Remus came rushing the door with you in his arms. His shirt was soaked in your blood, Tonks' hands as well.

"MOVE!" shouted Remus as Arthur cleared the table so that Remus could place you there gently.

"It came out of nowhere- I don't know who is was but she was blown off our broom and fell hard on the woods. She hit her head pretty hard." Tonks spoke quickly, like your life depended on it.

Ginny and Molly were right by your side, Remus as well. Fred just watched with his eyes wide open. Everything was gone, all the anger, all of it, out of his system. There was no room for anger, only regret and sadness.

"(y/n)- come on little priss, you have to wake up." Remus slapped your cheeks gently.

It was so sudden. You laid there calmly and like you were awaken from the dead, you jumped up and took a deep breath in.

"Where am I?!" you looked around, feeling your head pounding but everything was extremely bloody.

You heard voices around you but none of them were clear.

"You're safe-" you looked around but you recognised that voice anywhere.

"Professor Lupin? Where's Madam Pince my head is-" you were just about to say something when you started choking on your own blood.

Fred fell on the floor, just by George when he saw the sight.

Arthur saw the terror in Fred's eyes and shouted at the other. "GET HIM OUT OF HERE! ALL OF YOU OUT!"

---

Fred had a whole review of your life together back in Hogwarts. Everything turned back- everything. The small things, the big things and he realised that not once did the two of you had a bad memory together. Not one but until he broke things off.

He was pacing up and down outside the living room. Ginny kept trying to calm him down but he was not consolable. Not until you were completely alright. Not until he comes back and you're breathing and smiling at him.

Finally Arthur came to Fred, only to Fred because he knew of their past together. His expression was grim but it wasn't something Fred could read at the moment. He had you in perfect image. Since always.

"How is she?!" he quickly asked and everybody stood up and listened as well.

"She's living and breathing." he said, putting his hand on Fred's shoulder. "Remus is great at taking care of people, so she's resting with George... however... she kept recalling back a few years..." he looked up worriedly. "She kept asking for Dumbledore and... McGonagall..." he continued. "Remus says it could be shock or some short amnesia."

"What does that mean, dad?" Fred asked but his father only looked away. "Dad!"

"I don't know really... only time will tell when she wakes up."

Fred burst through the door and found his two favorite people laying on the couch. It was odd sight becuase you were there moving your lips and looking at your roommate, fist bumping him.

"Samesiess." George shouted weakley. "I've always wanted a girl roommate."

"Ew." you said, laughing.

"Not like that- Merlin." George said. "If moving my eyes wouldn't hurt I'd roll my eyes right now."

"If I could have the strenght to move my hands I'd show you the middle finger."you replied and could hear him laugh, caughing.

Fred smiled from relief and walked confidently into the room. "Hey, you two are on bed rest, stop talking and laughing." he said, sitting at George's side first. He looked at you and you looked at him.

"George?" you said worriedly. "I didn't know you had a sibling?"

"I have eight of them... or seven... six... I really don't know..."

"I didn't know you had one that looks exactly like you." you furrowed your eyebrows and it was only for a joke. You've always wanted to play a joke but something in Fred's eyes.

Something in his eyes made him come towards you and look at you with the same look he did all those years. The same eyes that you prayed for such a long time ago.

"You don't remember me?" he asked.

And you haven't got any clue why you turned your head and mumbled no. You turned it away from him because you felt something hurt inside of you so much by having him looking at you so close. Your heart was tearing up inside of you all over again and you wished, you prayed, you said you never met him because that was what you truly wanted. You wanted that he never existed in your brain because it just... hurts so much.

"Please leave me alone." you said and kept shutting your eyes.

Fred backed away, terror in his eyes, his heart, rage? Perhaps shock- something was in his chest, burning up his throat. He didn't hear the pain in your throat or the tears that fell from your eyes when you turned away. He couldn't function properly.

"Fred..." he heard George but he just stormed outside.

It was as if something was spinning in his head. It was so horrible.

Ginny came after him, calling out his name, asking what is wrong.

"WHAT'S WRONG?!" he turned around, a big forced smile of disbelief, almost wicked-like. "I ALMOST LOST TWO PEOPLE THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME! BESIDES THAT ONE LOST AN EAR, THE OTHER LOST A BLOODY MEMORY OF ME- OF OUR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP!!!"

Ginny stood there. Usually she would shout something back but she just let him yell.

"Ginny- she-" he started to break down, falling onto his knees and pulling his long legs into a hug.

Ginny walked to his side and hugged him around the shoulders. "It could be temporary... she's just in a shock."

"She remembers George."

"How do you know? She just talked to him like she woud with another person."

"She wouldn't talk to me like this..."

"She would." Ginny added and Fred looked at her, letting a laugh.

"Yeah... she would... she was unpredicatable like that." he said.

"Why did the two of you even break up?"

"I don't know really." Fred mumbled. "But I don't know if I can live through her not remembering us... you know?" he looked at Ginny, then laid his head on her shoulder. "We used to have so much fun... when we were together. She was so snarky and confident..."

"She's always so happy and has such a good heart." Ginny added.

"Yeah... she was perfect and... I really didn't know we would work so well together but I don't know... I thought she would be a fling and I wasn't ready to commit- she just... she deserved so much better than me, I always knew that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... look at her and look at me." he lookd at Ginny.

"Fred, she looked at you as if you were the whole world for her, not because of your looks or it was because of your looks, I doubt that though but she didn't want anybody else. She wanted you." Ginny said and Fred looked at her.

"I don't know Ginny."

"You do know, Fred. You were the one who thought you didn't deserve her and with the way you were acting after the two of you broke up, just told me how much she hurt you." she continued without any filter. "And it wasn't that she hurt you... it was that you were furious that you fucked up a good thing."

Fred looked at his sister with a confused look. She didn't use that kind of language. "I don't know when you grew up so much, Ginny." he said and laid his head back on her shoulder. "But... if she forgot about us... and me... I don't know- she was the only person who really knew me and it was hard for her to trust me in the first place. When she did, it felt like I met the right person to feel safe with..."

"Like I said... we can hope that she does remember."

---

You and George were laying in the darkness, both resting. You were glad the whole thing was over, even though you almost couldn't have made it out alive.

"Do you really not remember Fred?" asked George.

There was silence but you looked to the darkness beside you where George was speaking from. "I wish I didn't." you said.

"Why did you tell him then you didn't?" he asked calmly.

You turned your head back to the dark ceiling. "I just... I actually don't know... it was a joke at first..."

"I gathered that but he just saw two of people he cared about almost die in front of his eyes so I believe him for not catching it."

"Then he just looked at me with those eyes... like that he cares and I just... I don't know I wanted to make sure if he does or not so I just said no."

There was a small laugh from the other side. "Did you get your answer?"

"Kind of." you shrugged.

"(y/N)." he said in a serious tone. "He bloody loved you. You didn't know how he was when you weren't around. First he was furious, then he was frustrated when you didn't catch our fireworks, then he was melancholic for a while and all of a sudden he got an urge to go after every girl that walked into the shop- age appropriate to be clear." he stopped for a moment. "He cared, he really did- he didn't know how much he had lost until months later. Angelina couldn't compare to you. He wasn't as ambitious and happy as he was with you. He was absent and lost..."

There was a loud silence after that and you felt as if you have to say something in return. "I didn't know you could preform such long speeches."

You heard shuffling on the other side and suddenly something soft landed on your stomach. "Owww!"

"Shut up, we're both poor right now." he said and you laughed , throwing the pillow back.

---

George was awake and walking. He was just getting suited for the wedding when Fred was tying his bowtie. He walked into the living room and saw your space empty. He looked around and tried to find any traces of your disappearance.

It wasn't until he heard a grunt from the bathroom and you walked out, pinning something into your hair. "Hey Ginny this bandage is so unnecessary-" you looked up and he was staring at you as you stared back. His hands were at the untied bowtie and yours were stucking a flower somewhere where your bandage was loose around your head.

"You remember Ginny?" he asked and you kept looking at him.

You let your hands fall down to your side and you took a few steps forward. "I do." you said and grabbed his tie and started to throw it around into a bowtie.

"Do you remember me?" he asked softly as he looked down at you but you kept your eyes on his bowtie.

You were silent for a while and started to twist it around to stay on its place. "I can do it better." you said and untied it again.

He smiled at that. "A perfectionist, you remember that." he said and he could see a smile on your lips. "Please, (y/n)..." he said and placed his hands on top of yours.

You finally looked up and found his eyes in such pain. You didn't think eyes so joyful could look that tormented. "I remember you Fred." you smiled softly, then looked back at the bowtie. "Just like I remember how to tie a perfect bowtie." you smiled and fixed it on his collar.

He breathed out a long breath of relief. He saw your hands leave his bowtie and he immedately started to fix your bandage and hair flower. "You're beautiful today." he said as he continued to tuck in the last peaces of the bandage before going to the flower. "You're beautiful every day."

You continued to look up, his slick and gentle hands touching your scalp and spreading warmth, even the memories you forgot existed. "I'm sorry." you said and he raised an eyebrow. "I always knew who you were..." you said and his hands dropped, still holding the flower that was supposed to go into your hair.

"You did?"

"I did." you said. "You were so close and you were just- and it really hurt- you really hurt me." you said, looking into his eyes, knowing yours were filling themselves with tears. "It was the first time I saw you so close after such a long time and everything came back- and it hurt so much I wished to forget you." you said, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't say anything. To be honest, he wasn't furious or in shock. "You could have done worse, really..." he gave an awkward smile and you laughed. He put his hand back up to your head and started placing it into your hair.

You only observed and as you did so, his hand fell to your cheek and brushed it with his thumb. The two of you were looking at each other, felt like a whole century since the two of you were looking at each other like this... and it felt like yesterday.

Time truly is an illusion, isn't it.

"Please, give me a second chance." he said, leaning his forehead onto yours.

"Fred..." you sighed.

"I know it's a lot to ask but please- I promise, I won't run away again like I did last time." he said, pulling back and cupping your cheeks. "We're special. I know you know... I know we are... please..."

You smiled, closing your eyes and feeling all this warmth, safety and love over your body.

Hope.

There's nothing wrong with having hope.

There's nothing wrong with second chances.

You looked up at him. "Second chance then."

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #remus lupin imagine #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine

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s-rosie · 4 months

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JAVERY HCSSSSSSS #2

hiiii!!! i hope everyone is doing wonderful and taking care if themselves, with that said, i hope you like these!

jameson can rub avery’s stomach in just the right way, it gets rid of her period cramps

they make each other those aesthetic, cute, and meaningful gifts when the other is feeling shitty

they tried that “you need a hug” trend when the boyfriend jumps on the girlfriend’s back, and avery fell over and hit her nose (jameson then felt so bad, he gave her so many cuddles and kisses)

they have onesies that are stitch for jameson and angel for ave

they sing musicals together and assign each other characters to play

i hc that ave has hormone problems, so jamie will help her by holding her hair when she throws up, holding her when she gets dizzy, and giving her cuddles (not me projecting again 💀)

in their room, they have a whole corner filled with cute stuffier

they take long drives sometimes and just talk about life and scream sing their fav songs

jameson once pulled ave into a closet (😏) and oren was going crazy trying to find her because he thought she was kidnapped again (they then had to sit through a 20 minute lecture)

everyone online calls them “america’s favorite couple”

jamie loves going shopping with her and he has good fashion taste, so he will help her find outfits

one time nash told them to get a room, so jameson was like “fine maybe i will” and avery was like “fine by me” as a joke (not really) and nash was mortified

xander once dared them to play 7 minutes in heaven, and it got a bit heated

they went on a trip to nyc, and jameson taught avery how to ice skate at rockefeller rink because i hc he plays hockey

i hc ave is allergic to metal, so jamie covers all of his rings and jewelry with a clear coat so she can hold his hand, and he always makes sure to gets her hypoallergenic jewelry

they are both obsessed with combat boots, especially doc martens

they have spa dates before big events to make sure they look ✨fabulous✨

jamie and avery are the best at just dance, like if they team up against you you know its over for you

after “activities” (😏) jamie will carry her wherever she needs to go until she can walk

ave always takes the blankets and makes herself a burrito in the blankets (jamie acts annoyed but he obviously finds it adorable)

jameson loves olives, but ave hates them (the olive theory)

one time at the beginning of their relationship, she got overwhelmed by jameson touching her so she pulled away, and he felt like he did something wrong. she assured him it was ok and she just got overwhelmed so they made a secret tap that ave can do on jamie’s arm so he knoes to let go and give her space (though, she uses the tap less and less now)

at their wedding, jamie cried seeing avery walk down the isle, causing her to start crying and they met at the alter a bawling mess

they always hype each other up and stand up for each other no matter what

since i think it is pretty much cannon that jameson does nascar at this point, before his races, ave gets really scared that he will get hurt, so she will tell him things like “don’t die” and “if you die, ill kill you” and he just laughs and tells her he will be ok

at any event that either of them do, the other always brings them a gift pertaining to that event

ave is SUPER tickle ish, and jamie will tickle her sometimes until she cant breath (she pretends she hates it, but jamie kbows she loves it)

thank you so muchhhh! i hope you like these as much as i enjoyed making them. please give me some recommendations as to what yo make next. i will be busy for a while, so if i post few and far between, just know that i will be back (tho i will post more then that) so if i dont get to your request right away, just know i will eventually. thank you 😊

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #headcannons #tig headcanons #headcanon

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kryscent · 2 months

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10 √2

pairing: chigiri hyoma x gn!reader, [best friends to lovers]

synopsis: he's leaving you, to chase his dreams instead. but he wants to tell you something first.

wc: 3.2k

genre: angst, hurt(?)/comfort, suggestive, vv fluffy

a/n: idc if the 10√2 thing is cringe, i watched the good bad mother and cried my heart out through the whole thing. let me have this. also cringe isn't real.

‘This is it, huh?’

‘You gotta stop saying it like that, Hyo,’ you chuckle wetly. ‘I’m still gonna be your best friend, waiting for you however long you take.’

He winced, an obscure movement, the small smile he struggled to keep on his face wavering slightly.

CHIGIRI HYOMA was just that, ever since the fifth grade when you fell face-first off the monkeybars from where you were trying to show off to your friends.

Said friends laughed first and then came to help you, only to see you were already being pulled to your feet, hand enclosed in the palm of a boy with the prettiest eyes and hair you’d ever seen in your 10 years of living.

Instead of thanking him, you stared at him in awe, ever blunt, and asked, “How on earth did you convince your mum to dye your hair? I’ve been begging for ages and she’d never let me!” Your entire way of life was inspired by j-pop idols you've seen on TV, it’s all you’d ever wanted. The poor boy flushed and insisted “It’s natural!”, offended.

And that was that. You’d all remained good friends after.

Chigiri was always closer to you than anyone in the group though, in imperceptible ways. After you’d walked back from the playground that day, you thought the boy was following you home creepily until you realised you both lived in the same neighbourhood, a few houses away from each other.

Growing pains overtook the friendship on your lane, as you met new people and dealt with jealousy when he did the same, not speaking to each other for months on end until you confronted him in the very playground where you first met, throwing a pebble at his chest when he shamefully said it was because he thought boys weren’t supposed to be friends with girls, reconciling and spending every waking moment together again. In manga stores curled up with bowls of ramen and sitting too close, running to the konbini down the street at 2 a.m. a day before a big quiz after a cram study session in either of your rooms.

You’d cried on his shoulder after your mum ripped and threw out all your art, convinced all your skill was driven by a relationship with someone she hated [even though you weren’t, but your cries fell on deaf ears], comforted him when his injured leg cramped and spasmed, phantom pains sending tremors down the suffering muscles, the tips of your fingers leaving warm, soothing trails in their wake.

You’d realised a long time ago, braiding his silken hair, sitting outside on the concrete steps on the school grounds. A sure feeling resting at the depths of the largest chamber of your heart. You’d calmly continued the deft weaving of your hands as you wondered when it settled down and made its home there, and how long it's been hiding, waiting to strike but left gaping at your unsatisfactory reaction.

You suppose you’d always known, then, that your feelings would do what they wanted as they pleased, whenever.

Was it the unsure smiles and wide eyes from when you’d just become friends, looking so adorable you couldn’t help but remember sugar cubes melting against your tongue, hearts and flowers and a pink haze surrounding him every time your 7th grade self looked at him?

‘Here, have this!’ Strawberry milk was pushed awkwardly into your blurred vision, blinking confused. You’d gotten your maths tests back, losing three too many marks on a quiz you were sure was easy, telling your parents you were confident. Terrified of their surely condescending and wrathful reaction, as soon as the teacher left the classroom, you’d burst into tears.

With your head bowed so close to the wretched paper on your desk, you didn’t see the worried flapping of the boy sitting in front of you, poking and prodding at you like a mother hen. Flushed, he quickly flipped his own 30/30 paper and placed it under his desk, desperate to comfort you properly. His eyes caught on the strawberry milk his sister placed in the side pocket of his bag, tying a small red ribbon around it. His favourite. He smiled offhandedly at the kindness (no matter how much they argued), before taking it swiftly and handing it to you with matching watery smiles as you thanked him. It was your favourite too.

Passing notes in class as your calculus teacher droned on and on about domains and everything you couldn’t focus on with the boy sitting next to you, telling you all about the cats he saw on the way to school, later than you because he overslept.

‘...-all the ordered pairs of relation R is known as the domain. It may not be equal to-...,’ your brain numbly registered, your teacher’s monotone voice drilling holes into the edges of your consciousness. You weren’t alone in this fight, you knew, if the nodding heads and light snores from the back of the class were anything to go by.

If your constant doodling at the edges of your maths notebook or your hand wasn’t what was keeping you awake, it was Hyoma’s consistent note passing from beside you, without fail, in every class this teacher was in. This time, he was talking, well writing, about his new feline friends he’d met on the way to school.

‘Overslept? Left after 5 minutes of waiting, sry,’ you wrote back, the paper already covered in his own sloppy sketches of abnormally noodle-looking cats.

The sunrays melting through the windows weren’t helping at all, your drowsiness teetering at the edge of your mind. He burned, nodding sheepishly, before furiously writing back, ‘Never would’ve met these kittens if not though.’

‘Sure, whatever you say. Don’t be late again, hate walking alone,’ was what you last wrote, before you dozed off against his shoulder. He stiffened, refusing to move an inch, hiding you behind his textbook before dropping his head to yours.

When you had last minute panic attacks in your room with him, in the middle of your studying, knowing exactly how to calm you down and sprinting out in the middle of the night to buy your favourite because you’d run out at home?

'Fuck, not again,' you thought to yourself, numbly. Le Chatelier and Organics spun through your head wildly as you tried to find a rhythm to your breathing. You’d worked all year for the Chemistry final and the shit just refused to stick until another teacher took over as a substitute. But it wasn’t enough time, and you were sure you were gonna blow this.

As your mind swam with thoughts of failure and not securing as much as you wanted to, Hyo’s hand came to rest on your knee across from where you were both seated on the floor. ‘Hey. Hey, you can hear me right, pretty? C’mon, look at me.’

Your eyes met his from where they were burning holes into the ground, and you could feel the faint sheen of sweat at your hairline and at the back of your neck, heart thudding and quick, anxious pants leaving your mouth. He smiled encouragingly, gentle, bringing your clammy hand up to his chest. ‘In, and out,’ he’d muttered repeatedly, gaze holding yours kindly and spilling pride whenever you succeeded.

He ran out to the store down the street to buy your dorayaki, and you ate it with your head resting on his shoulder. Months later, you met eyes again in his room, opening up your results together and spilling pride again.

Sitting outside during your afternoon breaks at school, on those same steps, basking in the warm, golden sunlight, your breath stopping just at your throat at the way his long hair caught the light as he tied it up, eyes slipping shut?

‘What do you plan on doing this summer?’

The finals had just drawn to a close, the last day of school inching closer until it waited at the end of that week. It was getting warmer, if the sweltering and the droplets collecting at the small of your back were anything to go by. You knew his answer before you asked it, but he replied anyway.

Peeking one eye open from where he was seated on the step below you, lazing and sprawled out like a cat, resting his elbows on your step, he cast you a sharp smile. ‘Spending time with you, of course. Although, laser tag and beach volley would be nice,’ he said, the both of you sighing at the thought of air conditioning and cool sea water in the middle of ice-cream-melting July.

You went to agree when he winced, pulling at the shirt sticking to his skin slightly before closing his eyes again slowly, an idle blink lasting slothfully as he pulled his hair away from his neck, tugging the hair tie from around his wrist to twist into his hair instead. His uniform shirt lifted from where he petulantly refused to tuck it in, your eyes quickly shifting away as his other hand came to loosen his tie gruffly once he was done.

Your words died in your throat, face flooding wine as you considered whether your best friend had always been this pretty. ‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer,’ he said cheesily, all the thoughts in your head comically stopping with a record scratch. You deadpan, sputtering defensively, his contagious laughter drowning out all your argument.

Maybe it was all of these and more, instead of one alone.

You knew you didn’t have a chance, though. That as girls cooed after him in the hallways, having his locker spilling letters upon gifts upon letters, especially every Valentine's, you were out of his league.

What you didn’t know was that he was looking at you, beside him in the hallways, waiting and sifting through his pile of gifts searching for your name, one letter, from you. He never received it.

Chigiri could be oblivious, but he knew what his own heart was telling him when it shifted into overdrive every time you spared him a glance, your smiling face infiltrating his mind whenever he closed his eyes, and the insufferable itch in his hands to reach for your own, especially during calculus, when he dug around in his brain for something to write you. Hanging out during summer or winter break with all your friends, but he’d find himself drawn to your presence, magnetic and imprisoned, latching himself to you for the rest of your time together.

Yeah, you may have fallen first, but Chigiri Hyoma fell harder.

So he told you. Well, later.

‘I have severe problems with keeping my own mouth shut,’ he began, without hinting at what he was about to say, and smiled to himself at your agreement with me too, the both of you staring ahead at the monkeybars.

You were on the swings in the park where you first met, a goodbye of sorts. The swings were too low, too small for your gangly legs dragging against the ground, worn down and pot-holed from age, decades of children dragging themselves up and down the set. The green expanse beyond you was empty, kids having returned home after a sweaty day of excitement on a school night, unwillingly returning home to their awaiting homework and scoldings to finish their vegetables. You turn your head to look at him, his head tilted and gaze trained at his beat up sneakers.

To say you were proud of the person he’d become was an understatement. Cocky snarks and an egotistical complex had come crashing down with his ACL tearing, and his self confidence faced a severe blow. Yeah, he’d been an annoying kid, but the bullying he experienced after was truly unwarranted and you made sure your point was made when you directed your pebble throwing to a different target. Here he was now, going away to a football camp to cultivate the best strikers in the world, as a final hurrah. He probably thought he wouldn’t make it anywhere, with the believed absence of his speed shackling him, invisible chains pressing, marking, burning themselves into his skin. You begged to differ, but your encouragement had fallen on deaf ears, head trapped between his knees in an attempt to hide his tears when he first told you.

He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, yes, but he could prolong the wait.

He tells you to hold on, reaching into the small bag you’d been curiously glancing at every few minutes or so.

He pulled out two tiny boxes. Necklace boxes. He places the navy case into your palm, leaving him with the white one, and you both open it at the same time.

You have to hold back a slow, quiet gasp, hand flying up to touch your sternum, where the necklace might rest, in front of where your wild heart was hiding. It was the most delicate piece you’d ever seen - a small, gold Saturn pendant, thin lines winding through its rings. You looked over to his palm, where his own crescent moon chain rested, and tears you didn’t know were waiting sprung up behind your lash line as he clasped it around his neck.

‘You got us matching necklaces?’ you choked out weakly. He looked over at you, reaching out a hand to brush away a few tears that betrayed you, nodding, his smile kind. His own eyes stung, threatening to mimic you.

You rushed to clasp your own around your neck, struggling frustratedly as all your emotions blurred your vision and blocked your throat. Trying repeatedly to no avail because you couldn’t even see, you let out a small, wet groan of annoyance.

‘Let me,’ he muttered softly, getting up to stand behind you, the metal of his zip-up hoodie clanging against the chains.

‘It's just a necklace- I'll be able to-’ you cut out, your voice sounding foreign to your ears.

Hyoma chuckled lightly at your unfading stubbornness. ‘Just let me do it for you, pretty.’

Your hands stuttered at their fight against his and the clasp, falling into your lap traitorously, your body responding to his sweet words quicker than your mind could keep up with.

His gentle hands brushed against the back of your neck, goosebumps rising down your form, every hair standing on end as soft puffs of his breath reached your skin. You let out an involuntary, watery giggle at the feeling of his ghosting fingers.

You could feel his stupid smirk from behind you as he mocked you, poking at your skin much faster than before. ‘You still ticklish, pretty?’ he teased, his own quiet chuckles meeting your own choked ones. He let out a heavy sigh as he stopped, finally clasping the necklace shut. Pressing his hands to your shoulders with finality, he came instead to your front, settling down on the ground on his knees, scuffed sneakers tucked beneath him. You miss him, so much, and he hasn’t even left yet.

Grabbing your hands, palms soft, he looked up at you, observing for a moment before he could say what he wanted to. You looked unreal, ethereal, glowing under the moonlight and the silvery lightposts set up around the park. Cicadas thrummed their tune from the green, hiding in the shadows as moths thronged around any source of light, tiny garden frogs croaking loudly all the way from the pond across the grounds. You look like one of those nature fae, he thinks absently, fitting in so well with the aura, like one of those elves or nymphs his mom used to read about as he nodded off into his scenic dreamland. You look like you’d fit right in, the pretty picture of his bedtime stories.

‘I’m in love with you,’ he says plainly, face blank but his eyes carrying insurmountable emotion, irises swirling with adoration, devotion, care, compassion and everything red. He looked like he could just stay here with you forever, hand closed around yours, ready to run out to protect you whenever you needed to be even if you could yourself, to get your dorayaki when you panicked and strawberry milk when you were upset, to catch all the pebbles you threw at him in annoyance but never with malice or intention to hurt him, to offer you his shoulder to sleep or cry or rest on, to write out every valentine in the world to you or as many mindless notes to look back to when he missed you, or you missed him. He looked like love.

His lips tugged up, fighting a smile at how he could feel your rushing pulse at your wrist, your face set in a jaw-dropped, taciturn look. But you weren’t rendered completely speechless, so you drew your hands from his, cupping your palms against his soft skin and said, ‘I’m in 10√2 with you too.’

He allowed himself to smile, finally, laughing unabashedly at the pun you’d learnt from a drama the both of you had binged together into the wee hours of the night, sharing pillows and blankets and passing stray tissues to cry into, resorting to each others’ shoulders instead.

You leaned forward as far as you could without falling off the tiny seat of the swing, and pressed your lips to his, a gesture he eagerly returned, bringing his hands to run through your hair before tugging you forward, a sure knot placed through the strands. You’d both waited and waited for so long for what you both knew, and he felt like Tantalus reaching for his fruit, Except Chigiri Hyoma actually caught the fruit, unlike the sinner, sinking his sharp teeth into the tantalizing flesh that was your lips, soothing the sting with a quick swipe of his tongue. You yelped as he pulled at you, slipping off the swing and right into his waiting lap, arms coming up to draw around his shoulders as he drew you fully onto him by your waist. He sighed contentedly into you, pulling away slightly, unwillingly.

‘Promise me you’ll wait for me, and think of me every day as much as I will of you, to keep yourself safe and well-fed, and to throw yourself onto me when I come back,’ he whispered into your lips, an oath for your ears alone, not for the empty playground or the eavesdropping cicadas or the selfless moonlight.

Raising your right hand, you both laugh quietly into each other as you whisper back. ‘I solemnly swear to uphold my promise, to wait for you, to think of you everyday as much as you will of me because you’re so in love with me, to doodle hearts and flowers around your name into every notebook, to keep myself safe and to eat well as should you, and to absolutely crush you in my arms when you come back.’

He hums in agreement, before leaning himself to the ground behind him. His lips impatiently slot against yours again with a soft groan, laying on his back against the playground you both grew up in, the mutual, comforting words of what you’ve always known in the back of your mind embedded in the bark of the silent, ancient trees, you seal it with a kiss. Or two. Or more.

Who’s counting?

kryscent '24

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st4rfckerz · 5 months

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Imagining the soulmates trope with ani BUT we include his turning to the dark side :(((

Since the AOTC era, you were inseparable. You always had a feeling that he was your soulmate, but since he was a Jedi, you ignored it. Forbidden love is barely love. Love without representation barely exists.

The yearning chased both of you like a hound to its prey, and it became too much for your mortal hearts to bear. You both knew that your souls were interlinked, and Anakin knew that was not something to push away. Many people don’t even find their soulmates, let alone have them so close but never touching. Never fulfilling.

Time passes, and that’s when he begins yearning for something more than the life he lives. Being so constricted, trapped in the confines of the Jedi code that he cannot even love his soulmate openly. His only hope is the dark side. And that tie you have to him telling you deep down, knowing what was going to happen but not being able to confront it. Waiting for the bomb to explode.

Begging for him to stay, trying so desperately to convince him that your lives can be better without the dark side, trying to grasp on to the little bit of Ani you can see behind his cold eyes. But it’s too late. He’s too far gone. He’s gone.

And afterwards, you feel that utter despair in the emptiness. The bed is empty, the rooms are empty, your heart is empty. Yearning for what you’ll never get back until it gets to severe that you’re whisked into a life of tears and basking in the memories of the man that you can barely remember the voice of. The memories of his touch being like a phantom limb, haunting your dreams and causing pain like no human should have to endure. Knowing that the invisible string has been broken, because now there is nobody on the other end.

He’s still alive, but he is dead.

-🪩

Back to yap just like I said!!! Period was supposed to come two days ago so I’m feeling like ruining lives ig

you’re tugging at my heartstrings GODDDDD

you just want your beautiful ani back. it bothered you that the person you loved the most was gone without really being gone. you noticed the drastic change in his demeanor almost immediately. the once sweet, kind, and loving man you once knew turned cold and bitter, and would sometimes snap at you unreasonably. of course the thought of how he was turning towards something he swore he would destroy kept you up at night.

the sleepless nights grew longer and colder and soon he was gone for good. you still heard whispers about him after you restricted yourself from seeing him again, but the stuffy, suffocating feeling in your chest never left, and it probably never will for as long as you live.

yayyy the yap sessions are back!!! i always love hearing what you’ve been conjuring up in that brain of yours. and speaking of periods, i literally started mine 5 minutes before i had to go to work and i’ve been cramping SO BAD like i literally almost had to leave work early because of it. but if we both end up on our periods at the same time i guess we have no other choice but to lay together and watch hayden’s bad movies 🙄 totally wouldn’t want that

#ani come home ☹️#anon 🪩#nai answers!#anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker blurb #st4rfckerz

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shotmrmiller · 8 months

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my back have been hurting so bad lately and I think i require a massage in order to continue the rest of life but I don't have someone to give me one nor the money to get one.

Imagine masseur/chiropractor!simon or even masseur/chiropractor141 who are professionals who mainly give massages and chiropract? Body builders, sportsmen but also normal people.

Imagine your appointment(massage or chiropractic) got mixed up and in place of your regular girl there's this buff as fuck guy. First you thought you got the wrong room but this was it.

He was intimidating and it was kinda awkward but its ok it's the norm for you. His hands were so big, you were almost scared he was gonna be too rough for you. This was meant to be relaxing!

You can wherever you want with this!

in my notes, I have a chiropractor/airrosti Simon because he fits the bill. Every chiro ive ever gone to is always some beast of a man who folds me into a pretzel easily.

can you look at this ache that i have in between my legs, it just—

i also need my hips realigned so bad— my neck popped too because the tension i got going on there? taut like a harp string. I have someone pick me up from behind with my arms crossed in front of my chest every day, and every fucking time my spine sounds like bubble wrap.

hello smut, my old friend. i left the 141 nameless, enjoy. if it's soap just, he speaks good english, ok.

TW: prob dub-con of a sort? this does not happen in real life; it is all porn. Masseuses are professionals through and through, no matter how naked you are.

You're not small by any means, and yet his hands cover the expanse of your back. Your waist.

And you're trying to keep it professional, truly, but when his slick hands dig into a knot that was hidden behind your shoulder blade, the moan you let out is obscene, and you mumble out a quick apology.

How bloody embarrassing.

"S'all right, I hear that all the time."

He silently starts up again, but this time it feels like he's digging his thumbs into your muscles harder, and this time you can't stop the mewls that escape you— It's just aching so deliciously.

"I'm really," a hiss, "sorry! I just really needed this," a groan, "sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Then his hands start to glide downwards, and when his knuckles dig into where your lower back meets your upper glutes, your hips lift off the massage table as your back arches.

You're too busy trying to get away from that cramp-like pain to notice that he places his hand on the back of your upper thigh to keep you still— his fingers a little too close to your cunt.

"Stay still. The lower back always has the most tension because it's used almost all day every day," he informs.

You continue to squirm, saying, "I'm trying! I swear I—" and freeze, arse up, head on the table because you felt his fingertips graze your slit.

Oh, gods. Now you've gone and done it! He accidentally touched you and it's all your—

"So that's how I get you to listen?" He uses one finger to firmly stroke at your entrance again. "If this is what it takes then so be it."

What?

One hand disappears for a second, the other keeping your hips propped up, and then he's touching you again, but this time with two, very slick fingers. His fingers move lower, closer to the table, until he finds your clit.

"Stay still f'me, I'll take care of you."

He took good care of you, a little too good, honestly. Almost like he does it for a living.

You came around his fingers once, with his mouth twice, and then once more when he fucked you.

He took you with one of your legs holding you up, the other bent and up on the table with his hand around your neck as he whispered how tight you are around him. That was because of how painfully large he was. He stretched you to your limit, and even then, he had said something about not being able to fit his cock all of the way inside.

It was a pounding, and you're surprised that no one burst the door open because you were sure that anyone could hear the lewd slapping of skin coming from inside the room.

As you got shakily dressed, you teasingly asked him if he did this with all of his clients, and he admitted that no, just you.

Sure.

Don't believe me? Let me see you again outside of here and I'll prove it.

You stumbled out of the office with his cum dripping onto your knickers, but hey.

He massaged some of the stress away, and fucked out the rest.

You were relaxed.

#task force 141

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2012aura · 2 years

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under your mattress

summary : everyone had their secrets, yours just happen to be contained in a box under your bed.

warnings : snooping

pairing : spencer reid x black!reader

you and spencer had been dating for around a year now, and you felt as close as you humanly could. but every human has its secrets, every single last one of them, including you.

that smile plastered on your face every day when you stepped into the office fell just as fast when you stepped out those walls. those very crowded walls that you called your workplace, and sure work made you happy, the bau family made you the happiest and so did spencer. but you didn't understand happiness, before this monumental change in your daily routine. as a kid, you lived in las vegas, in one of the poorest and crime-filled neighborhoods, compared to your boyfriend. he was a child prodigy, he knew nothing other than being so, but you, oh jesus you knew. you have lived as a naive girl, an antisocial teenager, and a once-running-from-cops sort of girl. you have lived many lifetimes in this small one that you own now, you were currently twenty-one years old.

you have gone completely sober, with no alcohol, no parties, and only the occasional smoking here and there. for these unspeakable things you have done, you had a journal that you hid under your bed, it was an old shoe box from one of your childhood pairs of shoes. sure it seems weird in your mind when you pull out the now faded sparkly box of some light-up shoe you forgot the name of, but the piles of letters and notes in there explained your every thought from every living moment of your life. surprisingly this wasn't a problem, you've had roommates, and partners who never really questioned the late hours of the night when they could see that iconic box being pulled out and you sitting on the floor with a pair of soundproof headphones. it was your safe haven, and you honestly didn't want anyone to disturb that, that was until you met spencer.

he was nosy, and everyone knew it, which wasn't a bad thing, in fact in some cases it was good. but not in this one, never would it be good in this one, the things you had in that box were sacred. you thought of it like the bible, writing every waking moment you could remember, and with that came good and the bad. it was an early saturday morning, spencer decided to stay over after the movie marathon you both had last night, and you not knowing any better sat your sorry ass on the floor and began to write. you wrote how you enjoyed spencers company, how you adored him and his words and his being in general. it was different with him, it really was, no one has ever treated you with so much respect, love, and care. not even your own father could come to this point, and your absolutely adored spence for that, you worshiped the ground he walked on like he was some god. so you wrote and wrote, and even as your fingers grew cramped and numb you didn't put the mechanical pencil in your hand down.

you didn't take notice of spencers not so sleeping eyes for staring daggers into the back of your head. this night has opened my eyes by the smiths was blaring in your ears and you had no plan on stopping the sweet melodies that studied your ears at this moment until you felt the bed shift, spencer was trying to catch a peak. he knew about your journaling habit but he had never seen it up close and personal, and he had never dreamed of it, he knew this was something close and personal to you. but what person doesn't wanna get an insight into their partners' life before they were together? when you felt the bed shift you swiftly closed the journal, with the long drawstring that kept it closed, carefully placed it inside the box, and slid it under your bed, into the darkness once again. you knew nearly everything about spencer, but he knew only so much about you. you didn't talk about your family, not much anyways, you always said things like, “oh yeah my childhood was fine, had my mom and dad, and i grew up alright.” but as a profiler spencer knew there were wounds deep below the surface.

you removed your headphones from your ears and before you could speak spencer beat you to it, “easy there tiger, i'm not gonna look at your journal.” he said in a rather silly way. it made you giggle, “yeah i know spence, just didn't expect you to be up so early!” you brightly said as your climbed back onto the bed, forgetting all about the music playing on your phone. you cuddled next to him, his slim form molding into yours. you like mornings like this, the silence of the birds outside and the sun shining hitting spencers eyes just right, letting them melt into a pool that you could drown in. “want some breakfast spence, it's on the house” on the house was a joke you'd both usually make, he initially met you when you were a waitress, waiting to get into the law field but things didn't take off yet. you worked at the infamous waffle house, yup a fucking waffle house. still, you two didn't start dating until you moved your work to the bau. “sure thing baby, i bet it's gonna be delicious,” and with that you were out of his arms and making your way to your little apartment kitchen, waiting for him to follow behind.

you wanted to trust him, trust that he was just soaking in the sunlight but your mind begged you to think otherwise. so after a few seconds, you came back and peeked your head in, and he seemed to be in deep thought. “hey spence, you coming?” he snapped out of it, and just nodded his head full of curls as he got up from the bed. you spent most of the morning fooling around and eating breakfast, knowing soon enough you had to clock in while spence got to stay back. the hours before that dreadful call at twelve were spent watching your favorite movie, midsommar. spencer found it weird but jesus you couldn't deny it was your favorite. eventually, that dreadful phone call came ringing in, and you knew your lazy morning with spencer was coming to an end. you hurried and got ready, not trying to spend any more time fooling around, more than you already had been. within thirty-five minutes you were ready, your hair in its naturally curly state and you made sure to make yourself look presentable. you were grabbing your bag on your way to the door when spencer stopped you, his tall figure now standing against yours, “you sure you don't want me to drive you?” he asked. you would've said yes if it wasn't for the fact that you had to work late, “no thank you spence, gotta work a little later today! but don't wait up for me, you deserve your rest!” and with a couple of couple kisses to his lips and cheek you were out the door with your cross body bookbag and a light coat.

spencer was left all alone in your apartment, not that he minded by any means, but jesus curiosity was eating him from the inside out. he wandered to your room a couple of times, sitting in the same position as you a couple of times. every time he decided to get up and walk right back to the couch, he couldn't disrespect you like that, he just couldn't. but one look wouldn't hurt, right? how much can a book really contain if he was thinking realistically, many people only write minor things in these sorts of things. so once again he was on the same floor, now facing the bedroom door. he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he needed to know. so he started reading, and at first, there wasn't anything major. it was dated all the way from when you were fifteen and there were multiple journals and letters in this box so this could take a while. almost every passage had an opinion about one of the letters which were all numbered. he feared that maybe they were suicide notes, but as he flipped each one over they had addresses on them, mostly the same one, but some changed depending on the year. he opened number one, reading it before reading the passage about it, these were all from your father. you had told spencer your father was very much in your life and that he always had been. but these letters date back years, years before these journals were even made.

he kept reading and reading and didn't stop, his eyes reading every page rapidly because you wrote a lot with those delicate hands of yours. once he reached letter ten he stopped, it was around eight-thirty now, and he knew that you'd be arriving in a little. so he put the letters and first journal back into the box. sliding it back under the bed just as you did hours before, he let himself sit on the bed. letting everything he read sink in, and there was a lot to let sink in. a part of him felt like he didn't know you, he didn't know any of this before he decided to snoop and maybe it was a good thing he snooped. he learned a lot, about your father being in prison for all of your life, your mother's abusive tendencies, the fucked up things about your siblings and even the worst parts of yourself. he let his head fall into his hands, dragging them down his face and sighing in a stressful manner.

he didn't know you at all, he knew this idealized version of yourself that you created, this fake person. he laid himself on the bed and turned off the bedside light, nothing but the moon letting light into the room, and he soon drifted to sleep. around three-thirty in the morning he felt the bed dip, he wondered if you had just gotten in or if you had been writing for hours. he cuddled against you, no matter what he still loved you, even if what he knew was fake. maybe one day you’d feel comfortable enough to share these secrets with him but for now, these secrets would be held within his mind, until they were bought to light one day.

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Enigma// ch 13

anakin x reader

a/n: sorry for the wait!!! i started a summer job and i’ve been hellllllaaaa busy lol- dw tho, im still writing!!

You have a relaxing dinner with Ahsoka until the end of the year approaches

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mention of periods, possible pregnancy mention,

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More time passed and you prepped for finals; luckily this year you were able to exempt most of your sit in exams and instead only had one big project and a 20 page thesis due.

You had been feeling nauseous for the past few days but the 20 page paper’s deadline was looming over you, so it was probably the stress from that. You also hadn’t had much time to eat, so you could also just be hungry.

You ignored the feeling and went back to typing.

The paper was almost done, only two more pages then you were free for the weekend.. Just two more.

Ring Ring

Ahsoka was calling, you finished the sentence you were on before picking up the phone.

“Hey”

Hey hey! Are you busy tonight?

“I should be free after one more page of this thing”

Damn! Congrats! You've been at that shit since mid terms! I think that deserves celebration!

You laughed, hopefully she wasn’t proposing a party because you weren't quite feeling up to that.

“What do you have in mind?”

I dunno… wanna just grab take out and eat it by the koi pond? I kinda just want a chill night before I have to start practice for nationals.

“That sounds wonderful”

Cool! I'll see you at 6:30?

“Sounds good to me!”

Oki bye bye!

The end of the line clicked as she hung up and a small smile settled onto your face; even though you hadn’t known Ahsoka that long, the two of you just clicked and were almost always on the same wavelength.

Some of you wanted to tell her about Anakin, but you just felt like at this point it would add drama to the already stressful end of the year.

You were seen as the baby of the friend group, so you wouldn’t know how they would feel if you and Anakin officially confirmed the relationship…Also Ahsoka could be a little dramatic at times and you were afraid she would become too involved and make jokes or treat you and Ani differently.

And you had known Anakin long enough to know that those small changes would piss him off and he might accidentally take it out on the relationship.

You got back to your computer when you got a really bad cramp in your abdomen.

Oh fuck, you hadn’t gotten your period on its normal week so apparently its deciding to come now…great, something else to add to your delightful week.

You finally finished your paper and let out a long groan as you stretched your back. You grabbed your keys and headed down to meet Ahsoka outside the dorms. Once the two of you met up and got your food, you walked to the koi pond on the northern side of campus.

The sun was setting and the sky was a mixture of beautiful oranges and pinks; you took a seat on the iron bench that overlooked the gardens surrounding the koi pond.

“This is so nice, I needed to chill,” Ahsoka said, breaking apart the cheap wooden chopsticks that came with her bento box.

“Yea, I feel ya” you said opening the box of lo mein you ordered.

“Ya know, I cant believe i’m gonna be graduating in just a few weeks… Like what the actual fuck, I swear I was just a freshman like two weeks ago” Ahsoka baffled as she watched the fish swim laps around the pond.

“Oh yea, I wanted to get a brunch with all of us next sunday before I have to go to nationals, would you be able to come?” she added.

“Yes! I’d love to” you responded, before remembering that would be one of the last times you would see her before her graduation.

“I’m going to miss you so much Ahsoka” you said sadly, “Will you keep in touch?”

“Does a fish need water? Of course y/n!” she smiled; “you’re my best girl friend; sure sky guy and Ben are nice, but they're not another girl. And I like Satine alot, but she's older and in a totally different place in life than us, ya know?”

“Yea, I’m glad we met too” you smiled.

You conversed over random topics and future plans-

“Do you think you’ll party a lot next year?” she asked you

“Hmm, I don’t think so”

“Why not? Don’t you wanna find a partner or atleast a hook-up?” She asked, biting down on her last California roll.

“I’m actually pretty content, I think most of my party phase was exhausted freshman and sophomore year”

“Yea, I get it, I really only kept going out cause the team likes to go to the big parties. Kinda changing topics though, are you interested in anyone this year?”

You froze for a split second before bringing the noodles to your mouth, “Not really, I mean I’ve been seeing this guy off campus, but I wanna keep it on the dl and so does he” you responded (you didn’t have the heart to completely lie to her).

“Ooo, is he cute? How old is he? What's his name? Does he have socials? I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my girl”

“Hah, that's a lot. Umm, I think he's cute, he doesn’t use social media much, and he’s just a bit older” (yeah right, more like twice your age).

“Ok….what's his name?” she asked again, a devious grin on her face.

You smiled and looked away, “Ahsoka, I love you, but I can't tell you, I promised him we’d keep it under wraps… He’s a very private person”

“Do I know him?” she definitely was gonna guess it if she kept at the questions.

You took all the power you could to construct a final lie, “no, I met him on a dating app”.

“Oh, never mind I guess, I’m happy for you!”

Phew.

You were not practiced in lying.

“Thanks, I really like him… I think I may be in love…I’ve never felt this way before” you smiled.

“That’s amazing, y/n. Will I meet him some day?”

“Of course”

The rest of dinner was pleasant, until your stomach started hurting again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I think I'm just gonna get my period soon” you said.

“Wait, shouldn’t you have gotten it like two weeks ago?”

Huh?

“Yea, remember, we’re kind of synced, You’ve been starting yours half way through my cycle since like September”

“Oh, I think it's just late from the stress”

“Hopefully so” she laughed, “Wouldn’t want that mystery man to have knocked you up”.

She was joking, but something in you became worried… it had been a long time since your last period… and you and Anakin had been pretty busy…but wait

Anakin couldn’t have kids.

The doctors said so.

But what if…

You shook the thoughts from your head and asked Ahsoka if she would come with you to the drug store to pick up some tums for the stomach ache.

She went off to go look at the shampoo because she needed some more and you sneaked off to grab a pregnancy test.

While you were in line you decided to update your boyfriend on the night’s conversation

“Hey babe, just fyi Ahsoka was asking about who i was seeing so i lied and said a guy from tinder, just wanted to lyk”

In no time your phone buzzed

Alright, thanks for covering, have a good night princess.

“Goodnight my love”

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The week went by and you only had the project to finish. Most of your academic stress was subsided, but your personal stress grew by the day.

You hadn't opened the pregnancy test you got last week… you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Maybe it was because you hadn't had time…

oh who were you kidding?

You were scared.

But if you were pregnant, you should probably find out soon. Right?

Right.

You went into the bathroom and locked the door.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

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a/n: so this ch was more of a filler to get to the next few chapters…. the plot is thickening and i hope your interest stays!! ty again for reading :)

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restlesscrybaby · 2 years

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Genderbent Jack Horner x Reader? 👀👀

My bisexual heart can't get over this thought 😳👉👈

Btw, I love your stuff 💖✨

TYSMM I love this idea <33 ..

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~ GENDERBENT JACK HORNER HEADCANONS. ~

× 'I-,, I became a--' ×

☆ CONTENT WARNING: Slight nsfw themes. ☆

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

[ Jessica Rabbit theme playing. ]

Sometimes, some potions should be left on the shelf...

You guys didn't know what the potion originally was, hues of pink coiled it's harsh talons around with hues of red, drops of gold swam around like a madman...

Typically, he wouldn't try his own potions...

But, you made him.

He popped the cork off, as it made a clarifying pop sound, his index and thumb pinched the bottle. No label. No tag. No nothing.

So, why should he be scared?

I mean, he shouldn't...

But, he lifted his arm, as his lips curled around the rim of the beaker, his hand tilting the mysterious beaker up. The potion hit his mouth...

It tasted like..

Cherries-?

No, not cherries,

Vanilla-?

No, not vanilla,

It was-- Something he couldn't describe. It was harsh, yet sweet. It smelt like some kind of confetti, if it even had a smell .

Bleghh..

He took only a few sips, as he tilted hos hand down. Pulling the beaker away from his plump lips, sliding it upon the shelf.

...

It took a moment, but it struck like a train.

He shook his head, as he burped. His lips didn't change, but he could feel a change in his face. He couldn't tell what..

Something was off.. It was...

More curves.

He felt like bellowing, as his hands practically changed themselves. It didn't hurt. But ir felt strange.

Long nails adorned his original, short ones. Oh god.

His eyes widened, shock coating his face.

His chest tingled, the feeling of change ramming its uncomfy horns into it. Grew.

And grew..

Until something perky coated his chest. Two soft breasts--

His body was shifting, changing, he didn't know why!!!

You watched...

In shock.

As, stood before you,

Wasn't Jack anymore.

It was Jackelyn.

You smiled, as she turned to look at you, as she looked shocked herself.

"I'm a--" She sputtered out, as she raised her arms, peering down towards her hands, that were now soft and.. Smaller. Not too much smaller, but now that her height changed too, nothing much to do.

"You're a..?" You hummed out, awaiting for her to speak up and announce what had happened.

"I'm a WOMAN-!"

This was gonna take some getting used too.

Corset trying!

That was fun.

How she shrieked out when it was tightened, and you could only pat her hand, not being brave enough to hold it. Her bare strength could probably break it no problem.

It fit!

She hated it.

Cuddles were nicer though.

Somehow, she became softer around. You could easily lay on her, somehow she was softer than before.

She just rolled her eyes and pinched the face of her sleeping mask, only to pull it down and let it slap against her face. An angry scowl on her face as she huffed. And headed to bed.

But you always woke up.

Getting cuddled.

Her periods weren't good either,

You always comforted her, rubbed her back, cooed it was okay. But oh god, did she HATE it.

She complained, got angrier, more protective of you. Almost like a harmful stereotype.

The cramps were a killer.

She'd lay in bed, with a hand on her lower tummy, her lips puckered in pain, as she clenched her eyes shut. It hurt, bad..

But, you took care of her.

Even if she 'didn't need it'...

Yet, during this time, she sometimes struggled to even get out of bed, having no motivation..

On the topic of bed...

Hey, that was fun.

Your new sex life.

I mean..

She had many new things to try and...

Haha..

You couldn't even spit it out without having a red face.

But here you stand, beside her desk, hearing her curse and sputtered. Hoping it would end soon, she didn't want this stupid body anymore!

...

But, you couldn't lie,

You hoped it never wore off.

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× 'A CHICK!!' ×

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I HOPE TJIS IS WHAT YOU MWANT, ENJOY!!

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #jack horner is so bbg #jack horner x reader #big jack horner x reader

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thelolzblog · 2 years

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Putting the "Pen" in "Pencil"

I do not like to write with pencils. I will, when needed. I try to avoid it as much as possible, though. I’ve tried different “models” of mechanical pencils, including those that boasted pen-like casings that coworkers recommended. But none quite worked for me.

Until this week. Or weekend really. Let’s not get pedantic here.

I prefer pens, and a really good, smooth pen? *chef’s kiss* I have horrible handwriting, and I cramp up very easily (fingers, hands, wrist, you name it). But a really good pen can transcend its job as a writing instrument and become the tool that harmonizes your hand with the paper.

My primary pen of choice for over a decade has been the BiC Atlantis. Its price makes it more of an economy class model, but that’s okay because I need them in bulk so I can bring them to work, too. Additionally, my purse, bags, and desk drawers are where pens go to die — or at least hang out in limbo until they’re unearthed on the archaeological expeditions that are decluttering attempts.

Because of how much I prefer pens over pencils, I have always done crossword puzzles in pen. It’s not usually a problem, and I didn’t even think it was that big of deal until others pointed it out to me. I love crosswords. I love pens. It just made sense. (Semi-brag: friends have handed puzzles over to me they get stuck on so I can finish it.) I also have tons of crossword books, and they’re a great stress relief that also wakes your brain up — the good part, not the part that is going Chicken Little in the moment. Most are “easy” NY Times ones, and the one actual Sunday puzzle collection I bought was just too tricky for me to try and figure out. It now remains in my spare room just in case I need to rip it up for cat litter in an emergency.

A friend recently gave me a (very late) Christmas present: an NYT crossword book. Hooray! I kept it at work to do a couple clues between tasks to feed my ADHD and keep me going. However! These are medium-level puzzles. And they mean it! I realized after a few that doing them in pen was probably not the best thing anymore. It was time to admit my puzzle prowess was weakened. It was time to admit that I needed to get a good pencil. You always remember where you were when these kind of life turns happen, and I was at my desk wondering if my friend purposefully got me the harder book to mess with me.

But finding the right pencil for crosswords was…wait for it…the real puzzle to solve.

The search began, and unfortunately Google kept giving me results for pens that write like pencils, and not the other way around. (Okay, okay. We GET it. There are erasable pens. Papermate has been on top of that since I was in school. I’ve also used some that wrote well, but the erasing is really just applying heat through friction. Which means things disappear if your paper gets hot. ANYWAY.)

I just started searching on my next grocery order. BiC had some promising options — smooth and hard-to-break. The store ended up being out of one type, but they did have the .9 (thick) Velocity Max. I tried them, and they weren’t bad. The large eraser is convenient. It both comforts and mocks you: “We know you’re going to make huge mistakes, and we don’t want your arm to get tired trying to remove them. Here’s your big eraser, you big screw up!” They even come with extra lead and erasers. How thoughtful! The problem is the grip: the softer, gel-like part is too high. I did manage to slide it down lower. It looks odd, but it’s more comfortable. The bottom part is just too narrow and has nothing added to it for comfort. Not ideal, but doable. Even if one of the two colors they came in was orange, and we all know that orange is a color that tries too hard.

Luckily I tend to go into hyper obsessive research and testing mode. This usually just wastes my time away, but this time it came in handy! While looking online, I saw an item that I couldn’t help but add to my cart. A Wish List is no place for a pen like this. It was a 4-color BiC pen, with 3 ink colors and 1 option for pencil. It was a sleeker, multi-functional upgrade from those multi-colored pens I adored in childhood: it was the pen version of when the Power Rangers all put their vehicles together and made the big, large thing. Megazord. It was the Megazord. I couldn’t pull it out of my memory, but that’s to be expected from my pencil-for-crossword-needing old brain.

I am happy to report there was a fairy tale ending here. The good, non-messy kind that doesn’t leave a dead witch, giant, or talking wolf in its wake. (I can confirm no fantasy beings were harmed in the testing of these pens.) The grip on the 4-color pen is wide and feels great, much better than the Velocity model. The grip and lead make for a truly smooth writing experience, and I have tested it out on at least 10 crosswords at this point.

And what of the actual pen colors on it? This thing could’ve settled for just being a good pencil, but no. BiC said, “We don’t stop here. We keep going. We make this pen worth every penny.” Which was nice of them because it is not cheap, and it will run you between $5.50 to $7 — more than 1 dollar for each option. (They do throw in extra lead and erasers, just to note.) The width makes for a great writing experience for all colors. I actually used it at work yesterday to color code some notes, and it is definitely going to be in regular rotation for more than just the pencil part.

Very happy I purchased it, and I also bought some new highlighters. But that’s a review for another day.

#z writes things #this is literally a review on pens/pencils #but you asked for it #and by you #chicgeekgirl89 #sspaz1000

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bye-bye-firefly · 1 year

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So I finished House of Leaves! It was weird. Like an Experience. I think I’m gonna reread it sometime, it feels like a good rereading book. The formatting was really cool. I really liked it when the pages would go like all over the place. Or when there would only be like a few sentences or something on the pages.

The part where the words like get all cramped and then just get even more cramped like the little passageway Navidson is climbing through was so much fun! And like I loved it when the book would make you start turning the book around to read the words. Like it made such a cool atmosphere?? And during that section where it lists a bunch of buildings and names and then they go away but the section with materials is still there but then that goes black and there’s just this empty space??? It kept making such an awesome atmospheree, soooo cooolllll!!

Also, while reading the building list I discovered that there’s this building called House House, I thought that was silly, it made me giggle. And the highlighted text! The House is always popping out at youu. The house is blue and blue is the house! And the Minotaur is red! Very fun. And the little checkmark that’s in the corner of that pageee. That is such an awesome detail! The mom’s letters were very rhghhhg, I really just wanted to give her a cookie or a hug or something.

(That last letter took a really long time to decode. I know I have no one but myself to blame since someone has probably posted it online and I didn’t need to decode it but like, the relief when it was over).

I also felt pretty bad for Johnny, like, I wasn’t a fan of his personality but his life sucked really hard and then the way he just spiraled was so horrifying. The sections that were just his monologuing were so shivery, the paranoia and the self-isolation and the Fear mmhjkhfhj.

I also really liked the Navidson Record stuff! The house was very creepy! It reminded me of the houses in Nameless. The darkness descriptions were very and the way the hallways would just bend and disappear but the way they talked about it made it sound like such a place. 10/10 stars on airbnb

(Sorry about how awkward the spaces between sections probably are, I had originally just written everything as one big wall of text and then I was like “I should probably break this up”)

THIS IS SO FUCKING REAL!!!! i love showing people the book or recommending it and then of course the first thing you get to hear about is. Thumper. and. Well. Johnny's. Deal. but i feel the same way about him like hes not a good guy to hang around and i would hate to have to hang out with him but man. his upbringing was fuckin rough. but of course the highlight of the entire story is being able to dive into the houses and the analysis that zampano provides in his essay. but also like i need a book that fucks with you typographically. i need MORE of this you know the way it spirals around the way the words are highlighted or crossed out or bolded the way it forces you to read faster and faster as you flip the pages and it makes you BREATHE faster like the corridor becomes more cramped as time goes on until there is just ONE WORD to each page and you are flipping BANG BANG BANG ITS BEAUTIFUL!!!! I need to be fucked with. Typographically

im really glad you liked it because this is like one of my favourite books of all time. i think the order goes like. the stand by stephen king -> house of leaves by mark z danielewski -> sorrow and bliss by meg mason if i am to just give my top 3. and then after that it gets harder to sort all of them. if it weren't for house of leaves AND JACOB GELLER A LOT JACOB GELLER then i dont think nameless would've ever been published. we would've gotten a murder mystery fic like it was meant to be and idk if i would have as much fun with that but im sure i would figure out a way. i always do

#fae's asks

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voidembrace · 2 years

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MC: Werewolf. Genre: Time Period.Mood: Stereotype Pairing.Spice: Explicit Word Count: 2000 Minimum WC Actual: 3275

“I don’t want to be held up here any longer!” Evangelie shrieked, tossing the half full glass of wine full force toward Andre’s head. “I long to be outside, with others.” her words were weakened, devoid of spirit and life.

It had been three weeks they’d been cooped up in the cramped Villa - which, while big enough for several people to live comfortably, it seemed the size of a fish bowl to the duo. Always in one another’s space, always bumping elbows in corridors and exchanging long gazes from across the room. One could have mistaken them for an old married couple with the way they bickered.

“Your father’s instructions-” Andre hated to contain the girl - all he wished to do was protect her from any danger that may cause her harm. “Are clear, I know, as you’ve said. But what harm will it do to let me outside, just a small bit every day. Open windows are not enough, I ache for the sun.” She sighed heavily, having moved to pick up the broken pieces of glass that were scattered in the foyer.

There was a guilt that lingered for taking her anger out on Andre; he was kind, he was gracious, and by gods her adoration for him was running wild. Perhaps that only added to her frustrations.

1742, France. Provence was such a beautiful place this time of year - the flowers alive with the gift of spring sunshowers. Each petal blooms perfectly, casting colour across the rolling hills of the quaint town, known for its beautiful blossoms and equally beautiful women.

Young girls such as Evangelie were out strolling the hillsides, waiting to be courted - while she, fair as ever and aching for the touch of another, sat quietly in her father’s villa. The girl doesn’t understand, her father never explained to her the danger of being his daughter.

Evangelie happened to be an extraordinarily attractive girl, and she felt in the prime of her life - which made her fume at her father’s rule all the more. She wanted to go out, be gawked at, have the boys try and woo her. But instead, she had to sit and do much of nothing.

“I hate him for this.” She huffed under her breath while picking the last shards of glass and setting them into the garbage and moving on to towel dry the wine spilled. “It’s for your own good, Evangelie. You’re safe here.” With several woman having gone missing the last few months, and her father on the very bad side of some very bad men, Andre agreed that the Villa was the safest place to keep dear Evangelie. The guard had been hired just over a year ago when tensions were rising between her father and a money lender, and until these last few weeks his relationship with Evangelie had been fairly friendly, but now she had trouble seeing her fathers rules carried out by her crush.

“I’m going out tonight.” He said, not to rub salt in a wound, but rather to offer a gift. “I can bring you back something, if you like. Anything you want.” It was all he could do, an offer of peace.

Whipping her head around, the bright eyed girl leapt up and rushed to his side, bringing hands to meet his chest while leaning uncomfortably close.

“Bring me with you.” She cooed, and whined and begged.

“No.” Andre spoke abruptly, both hands coming to either of her arms and giving her a bit of a push backward - scaring her a little. Andre stood 6’7” above her barely 5’4” frame, dwarfing her in comparison, and when he barked deep and loud, it made her hunch even smaller. “I’m sorry. It’s just not possible.” He said, softer. He never meant to frighten her - but her scent was overwhelming… She smelled like vanilla and honey, like warm wheat on a summer’s day. It was sending his senses into overdrive. Taking another large step back, he tried to make himself smaller, hands both at his sides as he shrugged. “I’ll bring you something nice.”

Being as big as he was - in height, but also in stature, his body was rigid with tight skin covering tough muscle - he often forgot to care for the tone at which he spoke. He wasn’t a social creature, not interested in the niceties - but for her, he’d try.

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It was nightfall and the sky threatened rain. “When will you be back?” Evangelie sat at her windowsill, leaning over the open window to call down to Andre as he left the front gate of the villa. “Tomorrow by noon, I should hope.” He said, teeth grit tightly, hand grasping almost painfully tight at his sack tossed over one shoulder.

She’d pretended to ready for bed, but in truth beneath her gown she wore a pair of pants and a sweater, her boots to be pulled on swiftly as he turned to walk away. She wasn’t going to let him sneak off without knowing exactly what he was doing. A midnight rendezvous was too scandalous for her not to be interested. He’d never made a venture like this in the three weeks they’d been at the Villa, so it must have been something rather important. Perhaps a meeting with father, or another ally? It couldn’t be a supply run at such late an hour, none of the shops would be open… So what then was her guard up to? Keeping far pace behind him, enough that she almost lost him several times, the maiden followed along into the depths of the woods. But what she found, she never would have expected. In a clearing at the far corner of the villa’s land, surrounded by trees, there was a cage. A large, heavy looking cage with bright silver bars and chains holding it securely to the ground. So he was hunting - but what? Were there bears in the area? She couldn’t imagine… Wolves, perhaps? Sitting quietly behind a rock, Evangelie held herself almost breathlessly watching the scene before her. A distance away he sat down his pack and glanced around, looking then to the sky. A bright circular moon shone brightly in the midnight sky, casting a chromatic haze across the field.

With a gasp and a hand slapped over her mouth, Evangelie watched as Andre undressed. His body stark nude beneath the moon’s glow.

She’d looked at him for far too long before, but in this moment she felt perverse. She couldn’t pull her gaze from his form; the way his muscles were defined at every peak, he was built statuesque and perfect, as if chiseled from marble by the Gods themselves. Cheeks grew red hot when he turned for a moment and exposed the rest of himself to her, both hands now clapped over her mouth in giddy schoolgirl fashion. She’d never looked upon a man so exposed before - not such a man, at the least.

For a few moments, the sight of his naked body distracted her from the surroundings, she was too enamored with her bodyguard’s build to realize he’d been stepping into the cage and had clamped down a locking mechanism on the outside. Was the metal hot? She noticed just then him shake his hand after touching it, much like she did when she grabbed the kettle without an oven square.

“What are you doing?” She called out - stepping over the rock. Of course, he would be furious she left the villa and even more so that she followed him into the woods, but she couldn’t leave her questions unanswered. This was much to bizarre.

“Evangelie, no! You have to get back to the house!” he begged, taking a step further from her - backing into the edge of the cage with a low growl as the metal burned at his back.

“Not until you tell me - “ The moon had been rising all the while, caring not for the fancies or questions of young girls. “Tell me…” And the effects of the moon were ongoing, whether she asked or not. “N –” her words were broken into segments, being unable to manage a complete sentence as she watched the scene before her unfold.

Limbs cracked, flesh ripped, and his body became a prison. A loud yell of pain carried through the night, so deep and guttural it made Evangelie grasp her own stomach in sympathy.

The man she knew was becoming the beast she didn’t - right before her eyes. His body elongated, his stance widened, his form expanded, standing 7’2” hunched over in his cage, the bipedal wolf stood where the man should have been. Hungry eyes staring down a long nose at Evangelie.

“You’re…” She said, hands coming to comb through her messy tresses. “You’re…” The word lingered on the tip of her tongue, but even seeing this before her she could hardly believe it to be true. “You’re a werewolf?” The wolf responded with a low groan of pain as he tried to adjust in the small cage so that his form wasn’t pressing against any of the silver bars - of course, the cage wasn’t designed for comfort, it was designed for safety at the thought of what he might do to her should he escape.

“Why do you cage yourself?” She almost expected him to answer with that annoying timbre of his voice - but instead she was responded to with a fierce growl, as if he was warning her not to.

“I don’t think you’d hurt me.” She’d caught the way he looked at her, sometimes. The longing in his eyes - or maybe that was her own yearning for his touch.

“I don’t think you could.” Evangelie narrowed her gaze on the locking mechanism.

Somewhere within him, he knew that to be true. The man within the monster could never hurt the woman he’d come to adore in this last year of service - but what the man wanted and what the wolf craved were two very separate things. He wanted to explain, there was desperation in his next growl, but words were impossible with the tongue of a beast.

He wanted to tell her that she smelled like sunlight, he wanted to demand her to go home and not look upon his horrendous form, he wanted to beg her to get far from the wolf what wished to devour her. The wolf was still him - so in truth, he’d never hurt her - not like that. She was right about that much. But the wolf had no self control, no restraint. He spent day in and day out longing for the untouchable girl he was paid to ward - but the wolf didn’t have the willpower the man did. If she let him free, she would be his.

But she didn’t look at him with fear, but rather something more lascivious. See, Evangelie had been called many a thing - and one, was fantastical. Not in a kind way, but rather her father seeing no use in her daydreaming and her obsession with mystical creatures. In her spare time she read books of flirting with danger, of being whisked away by vampires, being enraptured by… werewolves.

All of her dreams were swirling in her head - almost to the point she was sure this must be one of them. She was convinced she’d curled up in front of the fire and fallen asleep, and this was going to be one of those dreams… One of those beautiful dreams where her guard took her body and used her for his pleasures. The idea alone caused a warmth in her core, and a wetness too.

The beast sniffed at the air; it carried her scent, which was all the more tantalizing. Her scent shifted from warm honey to sweet nectar and his eyes glazed over with desire. The monster stirred and the man shifted within - all of him wanted all of her. He always had, but in this moment never more - she was the only thing he could think about. Tasting her, feeling her, corrupting her.

The wolf lunged forward, gripping at the bars and giving a shake, despite the pain the silver caused. A wave of desire had washed over him - he was heaving deep lungfuls of the woman, salivating at the scent of her, and his body responding to her call in kind.

That same warm red flushed over her cheeks as she saw his excitement grow along with hers. Just catching a glance of his engorged member made her head spin with thoughts of being ravaged.

Until this moment, Evangelie saw her life as extremely common - boring, even. But now, standing in front of her fantasies come to life, she would rather be nowhere but exactly here.

“I can’t watch you suffer.” She said, knowing that was only half true. She wondered if released, the wolf would run off, pin her down, or consume her completely. Either way, the thrill of it drove her better judgment into the ground.

This has to be a dream, she thought, moving a step closer to the cage and flipping the lock up and back, letting the door slowly draw open. This can’t be reality, she was sure of it - so sure she ignored the nip of the cold night air blowing against her skin.

With lumbering steps the wolf paced out of the cage, shifting and squeezing through the door with uncomfortable whines as the silver grazed him.

And there he stood, a beast before a beauty, gazing down at her with fevered desire.

A hint of fear washed over her as she realized the true size of the creature - her bodyguard. “You - “ she said, unsure of the rest of the sentence. She stood in a haze of hormones and excitement, looking up at the heaving wolf, jaw agape, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.

Curious hands rose, one moving to wrap around his length, drawing a long groan from the man within the monster. Her fingers closed around him, giving a couple of soft strokes, causing wetness to leak from him, slicking over her hand with each movement. Evangelie was gazing down at him as she stroked, watching each pulse as his member swole in full, revealing his entire length.

The girl gave a gasp, he was bigger than she’d ever imagined - but it thrilled her, tantalized her, caused another wave of fantasy pleasure to roll through her body. She could feel her own sex becoming wet with liquid desire.

The wolf reacted to her body’s chemistry - he lurched forward to sniff at her, pushing her back slightly. He couldn’t help but sigh, mourning the loss of her hand along him, but the delight of her scent was all the more enticing.

Hunching with his hands to the ground now, Andre nipped at her sweater, giving it a pointless tug with his teeth in desperation to rid her of her clothing.

Quick hands took control, whipping off her sweater and tossing it aside, her pants and underwear next - she didn’t care where they landed, she simply removed them swiftly and let them fall where they may.

At the bareness of her shapely body, the wolf growled lowly, gutturally, deep in his chest a rumble of desire awoke the fire inside. His tongue slipped along her breast, nose brushing over her nipple before trailing downward, nestling between her legs. Unceremoniously, his nose prodded at her cunt, urging her legs to spread - but he didn’t need such a luxury. The wolf inhaled deeply at her core, filling his lungs with the overwhelmingly strong scent of her. Hungry for nothing but her, Andre flopped his tongue out, dragging the soft muscle at the source of her wetness, taking in her taste.

“Oh!” she gasped in return as his tongue slicked across her slit, pressing between her lips ever so slightly. The warmth of him surprised her, he was a warm fire on a cool night. “Andre.” She mewed bashfully, her body trembling at each lap of his tongue.

The way she spoke his name drove him mad - it always had, each time she’d said it he’d wanted nothing more than to kiss her. But this time, it was different, the way she moaned it, said it with longing and wanton need. It caused his cock to throb, ache - he needed to be buried inside of her.

The wolf stirred, the passion turning into raw lust. His body leaned into her all the more, giving a heavy push that landed her on the ground. A nudge at her leg, a push at her shoulder, a careful draw of his arm under her body to flip her onto her hands and knees - and there she was, displayed for him. Evangelie kept the strawberry stain on her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at him, watching as he positioned himself behind her.

Both of the wolf’s hands came down over hers, one pressing down on hers, pressing it firmly into the soft soil. Meanwhile his hips jerked slightly, the tip of him pressing at her exposed cunt, slipping along between her lips.

With her wetness and the precum leaking from him, she was slick and ready, her body prepared to accept him. Andre gave a few soft rocks forward, urging the tip of his cock into her tightness, spreading her slowly on his heat.

Evangelie gasped, the warmth all the more surprising - he was markedly warmer than her, which added to the sensation of him slowly entering.

After a few moments of slow swaying, he started to push her limits, rocking his hips forward to allow more of himself entrance. Slowly his length was enveloped by her, velvet walls wrapping around his throbbing cock. He could feel each time she tightened herself around him, and it drew low groans from his throat.

Her sex was tight, almost uncomfortably so - for the both of them - but neither showed signs of stopping. The girl moaned gentle into the night as the wolf fucked her slowly. Eventually, the discomfort subsided and both were rewarded with waves of pleasure striking. As her body relaxed, his tightened, and his pace quickened - his strokes deeper, longer, more passionate.

Andre could feel his climax swiftly approaching, but he’d not stop until she was convulsing around him. His tongue lapped at her neck, teeth grazing the swans curve of her shoulder as he continued to pump, his knot daring more and more to enter her.

With a firm push forward his knot popped into place, filling her cunt completely. His body responded with several short thrusts, enough to move within her but not to displace himself. All the while he groaned and grunted, matching her whines and whimpers. “I-!” She couldn’t fathom words, instead a garbled mess of letters spilled between moans, the overwhelming pressure of him completely within her drove her to the edge of madness. Her body shivering and shaking, a lightning strike of pure pleasure hit her as his knot brushed along her silken insides. He couldn’t take it as she peaked orgasm around him, a few more hurried strokes caused a sudden burst of cum within her - several long pulses of thick cream filled her entirely, his knot still firmly in place so none could leak out.

Her body all but collapsed beneath him, tugging his form down with her - but, he rested on his arms so as to not crush her; they’d be stuck like this for a while.

Andre’s tongue continued to lick at her as they lay beneath the dim kiss of the moon’s fading light - possessively, as if to say he’d claimed her as his own.

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