#You're Enchanting playlist

[avis-writeshq]

summary: "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending warnings: rated 16+ for canonical criminal minds trauma, drugs/relapsing, torture, therapy, panic attacks/night terrors, guns, death, ‼️always read each fic's individual warnings for triggers‼️ taglist [CLOSED]: here playlist: here status: complete

main masterlist || ao3

bonus! 00 — l.d.s.k

in other words, the first time spencer calls you 'angel'. // wc: 2.2k

part of my 2023-2024 milestone event! you can find it here!

01 — better than revenge

“she’s not a saint, no, she’s not what you think. she’s an actress.” 

you thought you were past the immature arguments now that you're an adult. you thought you left those in high school, or even college. maybe you thought you did. apparently, spencer thought otherwise. // wc: 10.4k

02 — haunted

“something’s gone terribly wrong, you’re all i wanted.”/“you’re not gone, you can’t be gone.”

it wasn't supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be a normal open-shut case. but people are unpredictable and you're left picking up the pieces as you work yourself to the grave. // wc: 10.1k

03 — labyrinth

“uh oh, i’m falling in love”/“thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?”

everything hurts. it's understandable, after everything he's went through. spencer wishes that he could erase every one of his scars. he wishes he could stop chasing the highs and embrace the lows. but at least he has you. // wc: 3.8k

04 — you are in love

“you can hear it in the silence.”/”you can hear it on the way home.”/”you can see it with the lights out.”

spencer didn't think that something like this could happen. no, rather, he wanted to deny the fact that something like this could happen. but all he can think about is you. in other words; the four times spencer wants to kiss you, and the one time he wishes he did. // wc: 3.4k

05 — enchanted

“please don’t be in love with someone else”/“please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

the line drawn in the sand that was once supposed to be an invisible boundary to never cross is washed away by the sand. these are the kind of lines where you could never go back to should you cross them; and yet here you are, so scared to see the ending as the two of you pretend that this is nothing. // wc: 4.9k

06 — untouchable

“come on, come on, say that we’ll be together”/“i’m caught up in you.”

so close and yet so far. maybe in some twisted way, you are each other's romeo and juliet, doomed from the beginning. or maybe you are each other's hamlet and ophelia, the tragedy of a love that never really was. // wc: 4.3k

07 — wildest dreams

“he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would be privileged enough to experience something so good. spencer reminds you that these things are reality. // wc: 3.3k

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taglist [CLOSED]: here

[luvyeni]

LUCIFER ✦ ( 02z series masterslist & intro )

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ demon!02z x female!reader

𓄷 warnings 𓈓 murder (sunghoon has a back story and your grandma had some problems). death. supernatural themes. pwp. some angst. some fluff. will add more if needed...

genre. smut mdni. supernatural au. demon au.

nia's notes. a few weeks ago i got an ask to do a fic based on lucifer— so why not make it a series? the song gives me demon vibes idk why, but i hope everyone who reads it will like it,, all the fics will have bits and pieces from each other, but you can read stand alone if you want. ENJOY!!!

(🎧) ...playlist: lucifer ( 02z ), fatal trouble ( enhypen ), bite me ( enhypen )

TAGLIST. ASK TO BE ADDED !

THE DEMON IN MY CLOSET ...

wc. 6.1k+

synopsis. a week into moving into your deceased grandmother's mansion; everything goes smoothly; you've gotten most of your grandmothers things out of the house; still wearing the necklace you found everything is going good— except the door to your closet that won't stay closed.

𓄷 warnings smut mdni. mentions of abuse. mentions of death. oral (f. receiving). unprotected sex. softdom jake.

STATUS: READ HERE

THE DEMON IN THE KITCHEN ...

wc. 5.2k+

synopsis. sunghoon didn't want anything to do with you really; the only reason why he agreed is because jay had the upper hand on his vote. he hated your grandmother, he wished he could avoid you forever— so why is he currently sitting in your kitchen wondering why you've come home late?

𓄷 warnings... smut mdni. mentions of murder. sunghoon actually hates you. attempted murder ( twice ). reader likes some weird stuff. sexual tension. oral ( m. receiving ). rough sex. degradation.

STATUS: READ HERE

THE DEMON IN MY MIRROR ...

wc. 4.7k+

synopsis. he watches you through the mirrors of the house; watches how you interact with the boys, even sunghoon. he's enchanted by you; you're meant to be his; theirs, he can feel it— knowing that your time is almost up here, it's time he finally introduces himself.

𓄷 warnings jay is half human. mentions of a curse. jay is guiding her in her head. exhibition kink? mutual masturbation. oral ( m. reciveing ). unprotected sex.

STATUS: READ HERE

FOREVER OURS ...

wc.

synopsis. it's your last week here; you have a decision to make; will you put the necklace away leaving them behind— or will you start your new life in the city; not with your parents but with three new demons???

𓄷 warnings foursome, oral ( m & f receiving ), unprotected sex, breeding kink, rough sex , double penetration, lots of cum, heavy degradation

STATUS: READ HERE

you were freshly graduated from college; you should be spending your last summer as a non working adult having fun with your friends— hell doing an internship for your future company; anything really, anything would be better than this. because instead of doing any of that; you were stuck going to the middle of wherever emptying out your dead grandparents mansion.

“I didn't know the lady.” you tried to complain about it to your parents. “Mommy, this was your parents, why can't you do it?” your mother and her mother; your grandmother, never really got along growing up; your grandmother never approved of your father, so it put a strain on their relationship, which resulted in your mother moving out and moving to the city. She then married your dad and had you a year later.

you met your grandmother; well your grandmother met you, because your eyes were barely open, having been on earth a month when your mom came back home so your grandparents could meet their only grandchild, your mom told you that was the last time you saw your grandparents— they did send christmas presents, and birthday cards with a hefty check in it. “I didn't know anything about her except she was extremely generous when it came to money.”

your grandfather passed when you were five, that was the last time your mother went back, for his funeral. Instead of going into a home, your grandmother chose to stay in the huge home; by herself and live out the rest of her days, which she did; she died in her room, being found by her caretaker in the early morning.

The funeral was small; and you were being nice by saying that— it was only you and your mother; your father didn't bother to show, the lady didn't like him. Why would he bother? After putting her in the ground next to her husband, your mother was ready to put that part of her life to rest finally… that was until you got her will in mail.

“Everything?” your mouth hung open. “She's giving you everything? I thought she hated you?” your mother scoffed. “she didn't really have a choice, she cut all her family off; and she would rather be buried with the money than to give it to a charity.” your mother said. “at least she left you some.” she pointed. “to my granddaughter— she couldn't even remember your name.”

That's how your parents were able to retire early, with the huge settlement of money and new house, they decided to settle down and live out the rest of their days in solitude. “So why can't you do it?” you said, your mother turned to you as seriously as ever. “she died in that house, she was a spiteful woman, the type to find a way to become a ghost just to haunt me just in case I brought your father in the house” she said. “I want you to go up there and clear it of all her things and then we'll be up there in the early fall.”

That's how you found yourself driving up the extra long driveway to the huge mansion; the vines growing up the walls really added to the ghostly aesthetic. “she had a caretaker but not a gardener?” you parked right in front of the house, getting out of the car. “This house is scary.”

“Girl, we're having so much fun!” Your friend, Yeji, yelled into the phone. “really?” you said sarcastically. “I could totally hear you over the blasting music in the background.” you heard her giggle, before she told you to hold on. “Okay I'm alone.” The low music confirmed that. “Did you make it up there safely?”

You settled on a room, it was huge much like the rest of the house, unpacking the clothes you would need for the rest of the summer. “Is the house nice? Does it come with a pool?” You scoffed; “this house was made in the 1600’s , no it doesn't have a pool.” you said. “and it's okay, if you like creepy dim lighting and cold hallways even though it's 84 degrees outside.”

“Yikes.” she said, you nodded. “Yeah, this lady was loaded, but god did she not have any taste.” your face turned up in disgust. “Hopefully my parents will brighten this place up when they get here.”

After talking to yeji a bit, you let her go back to the party; at least one of you could enjoy the summer— meanwhile you had to find someone to eat. You weren't stupid the town was like a 30 minute drive out, so you made sure to pick up enough groceries to last you at least a week on your way here. Looking through the options, you settled on ramen; cause there was no way you were cooking anything else after a 5 hour long drive.

taking your bowl of noodles, making your way back to the room, you pass the many portraits of your mother as a child and a teenager— for your mother and grandmother to never get along, there surely were many; after making it back to your room, sitting the bowl on the nightstand.

Unfortunately there was no wifi, but you had data so that was good; you'd definitely had to change that wifi situation soon though, your mother was just obsessed with the Internet as you, there was no way she was coming here without it. Eating your noodles, scrolling through the stories with envy in your eyes, of all your friends enjoying their summers.

After finishing your food, and making yourself depressed; you decided to just go to bed, and start fresh in the morning— where you actually had to clean out her things.

The next morning you woke up at 11:30 feeling a little better than before, starting your day with a shower since you didn't have one in the morning; stripping yourself of your clothes, stepping into the warm shower, letting the water hit your skin, you let out a sigh of satisfaction; at least the water made you feel better.

after cleaning yourself; getting rid of yesterday, you stepped out of the shower, the foggy mirror in front of you. turning around to turn the water off— you turned around to face the mirror again. “what the fuck.” squinting your eyes, you rubbed them. certainly that wasn't a fucking person in the mirror. You quickly wrapped a towel around your body, wiping the fog off the mirror, your own reflection still there. “Great, not even 24 hours later and I'm already going nuts.”

You got dressed; deciding to finally tour the house— it was beautiful, despite the haunted nature of it; the furniture a bit outdated for your taste, but your parents will love it. you made your way to her bedroom; almost scared to go in— she died in there anyone would be scared. you pushed your worries aside, pushing the door open; walking inside.

The bed had been made after her passing, but everything else was still in the same place according to the caretaker. You started by stripping everything from the bed, throwing the sheets in the trash, emptying all her drawers; your mom said you could keep any jewelry she had, and she'll give the rest away to your cousins on your father's side. you then moved to her closet, separating all the clothes that you were keeping and the ones you were giving away, and finally the ones that you were tossing.

About 2 hours later you were done separating everything, putting the donation boxes in your car to take into town, throwing the clothes in the trash at the end of the long driveway. you kept a lot of things, turns out she kept a lot of clothes and her style wasn't that bad. “I’m gonna need a new suitcase.” you said to yourself.

You scrubbed everything down in her room; per your mothers request. “Yes mommy, I got rid of her ghost.” You rolled your eyes when she called to ask. “Great, is everything else okay?” you hummed. “Well despite the no wifi and being completely alone, yes.” You said. “Well we're still trying to sell here, we've found a realtor.” you let her go on and on, until she'd managed to talk for 2 straight hours— your stomach rumbling being the thing to interrupt the conversation. “Gosh love , have you eaten today?”

“I had some yogurt for breakfast.” you could hear her sigh. “It's 5:30 y/n and all you've eaten was yogurt?” She questioned. “Well I've been busy cleaning up your mothers home.” You said, she laughed. “Thank you, my daughter.” you mocked her. “Seriously honey, get yourself something to eat, I will call again.” you hummed. “And don't leave those clothes in your car, take them to the goodwill.” you nodded. “okay.” you hung up. “Really let's get you something to eat.”

After showering for the nights— luckily your eyes didn't create delusions this time, you settled on ordering take out, luckily someone was willing to bring you a pizza. “Thank you.” You handed the delivery guy the money. “Is this your new house?” he looked up. “My parents.” you said, he handed you the pizza box. “Scary.” was all he said before walking away. “Yeah.” You closed the door.

Taking your pizza back to your room; you almost made it back to your room— when you noticed the door to your grandmother's room was still open. “Hmm?” You were certain you closed it, you went to close it— but something caught your eyes on the dresser. It was a jewelry box. you don't remember putting that there; you don't even remember seeing it before.

You picked up the box, taking it with you to your room; sitting it on the nightstand. You finished your pizza; making an appointment on your phone to have wifi installed. “Sorry grandma, you might've lived in silence, but I need tv.” You finished the last bit of pizza, taking the box to the kitchen, returning back to your room, climbing under the covers; the wooden jewelry box still sitting on the nightstand.

You reached over, grabbing the box; it looked pretty old. You stopped admiring the details on the box; opening it. A thin silver necklace with a red and black pendant sitting in the box; it was the only thing in the box. You picked up the necklace, examining it. The necklace was beautiful, probably the prettiest piece that you took from your grandmother— yes of course you were gonna keep it, you wouldn't dare let your destructive ass cousins destroy something as beautiful as this. “Thank you grandma.”

You sat the box in between your legs, unhooking the necklace, placing it around your neck, snapping it. “Let's see.” you picked the box up, looking into the mirror. “So pretty.” You smiled, closing the box, sitting it back on the nightstand, yawning.

reaching over; you turned the light off; pulling the covers over your body, touching the pendant one last time before you fell into a deep sleep…

So unaware of what you had just done; who you just awakened, what you just invited into your life…

©️LUVYENI

[manifestationsofasort]

Things to put in your book of shadows

Of course, only put in your book of shadows/grimoire what you want. If you don't want to put certain subjects in your book then that's fine. It's your book, utilize it how you want. This is just a masterlist of ideas that I've put together. Feel free to add anything else to the list that I may have missed, because there's absolutely no way I included everything.

And for the love of all the gods, if you come across a closed entity or practice, don't try to work with the entity or practice if you're not already part of that group or tradition. You can research it but don't practice it.

+ A blessing and/or protection

+ A table of contents

+ About you:

Your current path

Your personal beliefs

Your spiritual journey

Favorite crystals/herbs/animals

Natal chart

Craft name

How you got into the craft

Astrology signs

Birthday correspondences (birth tarot card, birth stone, etc)

Goals (if you have any)

Anything other relating to your personal practice

+ Safety

Fire safety

What NOT to burn

Plants and oils that can be toxic to your pets

What crystals shouldn't be in water, sunlight, etc

Things that shouldn't be put out in nature (salt, glass, etc)

Potion safety

How to incorporate blood safely

+ Core concepts:

Intention and how it works

Directing energy

Protection

Banishing

Cleansing

Charging

Shielding

Grounding and centering

Visualization

Consencration/Blessing

Warding

Enchanting

Manifestation

+ Correspondence

Personal correspondence

Crystals and rocks

Herbs and spices

Food and drink

Colors

Metals

Number

Tarot card

Elemental (fire, water, air, earth)

Trees and woods

Flowers

Days

Months

Moon phases

Zodiac

Planets

Incense

Teas

Essential oils

Directions (north, south, east, west)

Animals

Local plants, animals, etc

Dream symbology

+ Different practices

Practices that are closed to you (some examples below)

Voodoo and Hoodoo **Closed**

Santeria and Brujeria **Closed**

Shamanism and native american practices **Closed**

Wicca and wiccan paths

Satanism, both theistic and non-theistic paths

+ Different types/practices of magick

Pop culture magick

Technology magick

Chaos magick

Green witchcraft

Lunar magick

Sea witchcraft

Kitchen magick

Ceremonial magick

Hedge witchcraft

Death witchcraft

Grey witchcraft

Eclectic witchcraft

Norse witchcraft

Hellenic witchcraft

Animism

+ Deities

The deity/deities you worship

Different pantheons (the main five are Celtic, Roman, Greek, Egyptian and Norse, all open)

Deities and pantheons that are closed to you

Common offerings

Their epithets

Their mythology

Their family

Deity worship vs deity work

Prayers and how to make your own

Deity communication guide

Devotional acts

Ways to get closer to them

+ Other spiritual entities

Angels

Ancestor work

Spirit guides

The fae

Demons

Familiars

House spirits, animal spirits and plant spirits

Other various folklore entities

Spirit etiquette

Cemetery etiquette

Setting boundaries with the spirits

Communication guide and etiquette

Grounding, banishing, protection and cleansing, aka: "Spirit work safety guide"

How they appear to you

Common offerings

Circle casting

+ Divination

Tarot cards

Oracle cards

Tarot and oracle spreads

Pendulum

Numerology

Scrying

Palmistry/palm reading

Tasseography (Tea leaf reading)

Rune stones

Shufflemancy (Shuffling of a playlist)

Dice divination

Bibliomancy (Randomly picking a phrase from a book)

Carromancy (Melted wax)

Pyromancy (Reading flames)

Psychic abilities

Astrology

Aura reading

Divination via playing cards

Lenormand 

Sacred geometry

Angel numbers

+ Other types of magick

Candle magick

Crystal magick

Herbalism/herbal magick

Glamour magick

Hexing

Jinxing

Cursing

Weather magick

Astral work

Shadow work

Energy work

Sigils

Art magick

Knot magick

Crystal grids

Color grids

Music magick

Charms, talismans and amulets

+ Spellwork

What makes a spell work

Basic spell structure

What NOT to do

Disposing of spell ingredients

Revitalizing long term spells

How to cast spells

What to put in spells (See correspondence)

Spell mediums- Jar spells, spoken spells, candle spells, sigils, etc

Spell timing

Setting up a ritual

Taglocks: What they are and how to use them

+ Holidays and Esbats

Yule

Imbolc

Ostara

Beltane

Litha

Lughnasadh/Lammas

Mabon

Samhain

The 12 full moons (Esbats)

How to celebrate

Deity specific holidays

+ Altars and tools

What they are

The different types and their uses (travel altar, working altar, deity altar, ancestor altar, etc)

What you can put on your altar

What you use your altars for

Common tools in witchcraft

How to use the tools

Food and drink

Common herbs in recipes

Sabbat recipes

Moon water: What it is and how to use it

Potion bases

Tea magick

How to get your herbs

Foraging

+ Mental health and self care

Bath magick

Affirmations

Burnout prevention

Aromatherapy

Stress management

Mental health coping mechanisms

+ History of witchcraft

+ Dream records

+ How to differentiate between the magickal and the mundane

+ Calendar of celestial events (Esbats, retrogrades, etc)

+ How to dry herbs and flowers

+ What chakras actually are and how they work within Hinduism

+ History and traditional uses of reiki

+ The witches' alphabet

+ The runic alphabet

+ Common witchcraft terms

+ Common symbols in witchcraft

+ Your own witch tips

+ Good witchcraft books and authors to avoid

+ Any online resources you utilize often

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & SHARING TENDER MOMENTS W/ YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham x reader genre. romantic fluff! an. you're everything. he's just ken. it will be okay | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

the first time xiao dips his brush in ink, his mind goes blank. the cute couple date – that zhongli had advised to do – was simple. write a letter to each other. he lets his gaze linger at your concentrated frame, hunched over the piece of paper with your brush furiously scribbling away, so much so that there are remnants of ink on your wrists. he lets his eyes trail to the soft smile on your face, and he lets a hint of a smile return on his.

zhongli

cooking with zhongli should not be that much of a hassle – but it is, which is why your household works on a you-cook-he-cleans basis. the kitchen is your place in the home, hell, you even have a name for your favourite spatula – 福, fill this household with the blessings that your spatula can help with. the most zhongli can offer is to wash the dishes and give you kisses while you cook.

kaeya

dancing in the living room is cliche, but who's to say that cliche and enjoyment can't go hand in hand? kaeya dips you around as you squeal and laugh, him pretending to drop you and you grabbing on for dear life, for the dramatics of it all. the last golden rays of the hour dance around the room with the two of you, a dim stream of sunlight illuminating the smiles that the both of you wear together for a little bit longer.

diluc

diluc enjoys taking you out on sunset strolls around the manor. with a flame lightly dancing in his hand as the both of you walk, diluc is prepared to defend you at any given point in time. you playfully tug his hand, telling him to lighten up – the guards around the manor wouldn't let anything happen to the both of you. the sun's rays say it's last goodbye with a dramatic flourish of an exit, and he watches you while you bid the sun farewell.

childe

nights in childe's house are usually spent with the both of you cosily cuddled up on the couch, his hand over your waist and his other running through your hair. your shared playlist is playing through the speakers, and you tiredly watch teucer and tonia run around. it's quietly comforting, thinking that this could be your future – your household, one day.

alhaitham

alhaitham holds you closer towards his chest as he shifts to make you more comfortable, the book you chose uncomfortably pointing into his knee. you laugh, close the book, and finally finish adjusting your positions before you turn to the page you last finished reading. alhaitham's quiet demeanor seems to blossom in this intimate setting, his voice setting the stage for the characters to come to life, as he reads aloud to the you. it's enchanting, watching him in his element.

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[catssluvr]

holy cow that playlist one was perfect☹️☹️ seriously it was better than i imagined!! and i love all of the songs u used AND i loveeee stevie nicks ugh it was just perfect thank you sososo much!!!

also.. if you still want requests! i have too many ideas i fear, but i was thinking!! maybe like reader is an intern at the bau and emily meets her for the first time and its just fluff and pining perhaps?

thank u so much again!

-🐞

i’m sosososo glad you loved it 💌 your requests always make my day 🫶🏻 i’m always open for ur requests bug, show me all ur ideas 🤍 ILY

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆, emily prentiss

emily prentiss x fem!reader

emily meets you and is immediately enchanted <3

warnings: none<3

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Emily scribbles down on the papers in front of her, chin resting on the palm of her hand. It's a pretty normal day at work, no current case going on, just loads of files to fill and meetings to attend. The bullpen is almost entirely quiet, the only sounds being of pens scribbling and hushed voices.

Her gaze snaps up when she hears Aaron's office door opening and closing, expecting him to tell the team to meet in the conference room. To her surprise, he's walking side by side with a girl she doesn't remember seeing before. You.

You smile politely as Hotch introduces you to almost everyone who passes, she wonders how much more beautiful your actual smile is. It feels impossible for it to get even prettier.

You're visibly nervous, hands rubbing against your blazer before going in for a handshake. Your suit looks like it's been ironed hundreds of times as it doesn't have one single wrinkle - you made sure it didn't.

She finally notices the internship card on your blazer and it all clicks. You're obviously nervous with reason, she remembers how hard she wanted to impress and prove herself when she first started working at the bau. But she can't help but think that the way you look around the bullpen in wonder is absolutely adorable.

Hotch suddenly starts approaching her desk, you following right behind. He also has a polite smile on his face, Emily's not surprised you can even get the biggest grump she knows to smile.

"This is SSA Prentiss," He proceeds to introduce you to her, she swears her heart skips a beat at you smiling directly at her now.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Prentiss." You reach out to shake her hand, wide eyes starting at her in anticipation. Your skin feels even nicer than it looks, the gentle squeeze you give her before letting go making her knees go weak.

"The pleasure is all mine." She replies, feeling weirdly at a loss of words. It's not like she can say anything with Hotch standing right there, he'd notice her flustered behaviour way too quickly.

Before anything else can happen, he's pulling you to another table to introduce you to everyone else. You glance quickly over your shoulder to find her looking, a small smile escaping your lips before you can stop it.

Emily feels giddy just from the small interaction and she's not even sure why. She knows nothing more than your name yet it's like you've bewitched her in matter of seconds.

Later you find yourself grabbing a cup of coffee before leaving, not wanting to be half asleep while driving home. It was definitely a long day, a good one nevertheless. Hard work got you here and you feel proud of yourself.

Too lost in your own bubble, you turn around and head to the exit, not noticing the figure coming right in your direction. Your coffee spills all over the person's blazer, staining it in a way you know won't come off.

Lifting your eyes, you find hers already looking at you. Your cheeks feel hot in a heartbeat, embarrassment consuming you whole.

"Oh god- i'm so sorry, Agent Prentiss." You rush to get paper towels and start not very successfully cleaning her blazer.

"It's okay, it was an accident. And Emily is fine." She reassures, pulling your hands away gently and you shudder at her touch.

"I guess that wasn't a great first day impression." You scrunch your nose and signal to her blazer. You were very confident it had been a great first day moments before. Maybe you started celebrating way too soon.

"What? Just because you accidentally spilled your coffee?" Emily chuckles with raised eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm really sorry anyway. Is there anything i can do to make up for it?" You question hopefully, throwing the paper towels on the garbage.

"Well, there's this really nice new coffee shop in town. i wouldn't mind a free coffee. Promise i won't spill it on you as revenge." It doesn't sound like a bad idea, getting coffee with her.

"A free coffee it is." It's your turn to chuckle now, spilled coffee long forgotten. "And you better not, i don't have as many suits as you probably do."

Emily shakes her head with a smile, mentioning for you to follow as she walks to her table and grabs a paper with her number on it.

Not a bad first day at all.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[undergroundbillions]

Hello!

We're noticing more people being interested in the Raggedy Ann fandom since the Amazing Digital Circus pilot released, so we thought we'd update our masterpost on where to find more Raggedy Ann media!

Books:

The first two and most well-known books are Raggedy Ann stories (1918) and Raggedy Andy stories (1920), which are in public domain and free to read online! Camel with the Wrinkled Knees (1924) (which the movie was loosely based on!) is on Internet Archive and available to read without an account. You can find many of the other books on there as well.

Cartoons:

The 1940's has Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy (1941), Suddenly It's Spring (1944), and The Enchanted Square (1947).

You've got the 1977 Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure of course.

The Chuck Jones holiday TV specials: Raggedy Ann and Andy in The Great Santa Claus Caper (1978) and Raggedy Ann and Andy in The Pumpkin Who Couldn't Smile (1979).

Most episodes of The Adventures of Raggedy Ann and Andy (1988-1990) are in this playlist here, and you could probably find any missing ones on Dailymotion.

From the Target crossover we have the animated Snowden: Raggedy Ann & Andy's Adventure (1998) and the live-action ice-skating special The Snowden, Raggedy Ann and Andy Holiday Show (1998).

Music:

I've also got a playlist of all the albums I've found on YouTube or were uploaded by us, and there's many more of the older ones available on Archive. The old Will Wooden and Frank Luther ones are very charming.

Musical:

You can watch recovered archival footage of the full first production of the Raggedy Ann musical (1984), listen to the demo album (~1985), or the Broadway bootleg (1986)!

If you're interested in more, I'd recommend exploring the saved playlists on the RARE YouTube channel or the media tag on the Raggedy Ann Fandom Wiki.

We're a group of Raggedy Ann enthusiasts who got together to search for Raggedy Ann lost media (specifically the musical), but now we collect and archive all sorts of things from the franchise! Our ask box is always open and we love to find things people are looking for, or even just chat about headcanons and such.

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Until You - Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri x lando norris f1 smau with intermittent scenes Summary: they drive vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language, author lied when she said lando was just there (i promise she's not getting anymore men omg), implied smut playlist a.n: the next part will have a q&a with y/n on insta/tiktok so if anyone has questions they'd like for her to answer please send them to my inbox (as basic or unhinged as you like)

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Lando nodded along with the beat. "It just needs a little something extra… You want to keep it acoustic?"

She nodded, sipping her tea. She looked astounded that he was there. He knew he was. When she'd texted him he hadn't expected he'd be on a flight to London within two hours. But here he was, sitting with her in her "little" basement studio, listening to her song for the fifth time, mouthing the lyrics she'd probably written with Charles or Oscar in mind. Charles and Oscar, who were upstairs sleeping soundly.

How I obsessively adore you That's what I do I believe, I believe, I could die in your kiss No, it doesn't get, doesn't get better than this

Oh to be obsessively adored by her.

"I'll do some piano, hang on." She leaned across him, invading his space with her gentle floral aroma and her soft hair and…

He sighed, staring at her in awe as she worked her magic at the keyboard. It was crazy that he was even here, in her private sanctum, witnessing what would undoubtedly be a hit as it was created.

"The piano's too prominent," he said, wanting to feel useful. "The guitar should be the main instrument."

Y/n nodded, and he reached to adjust levels, standing up and hitting play. She looked tense and tired and stressed and he instinctively moved to stand behind her, hesitating.

"Ok to touch you?" he asked.

She tilted her head to look at him. "Yeah of course."

He rested his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently as the song played. "It's a good song, y/n."

"You think so?" she asked in a small voice.

"It's a love song. Hopeful and adoring. It's beautiful. Charles is a lucky guy."

She hummed, relaxing under his gentle touch. "What's he got to do with it?"

Oh. "I uh… Osc then."

She turned her head to look up at him. "It's not for him."

Oh. Oh. "Someone else?" Christ how many boyfriends did she have--

"You don't remember? You float across the room. It's what you said to me at the club after the race in--"

"Monaco," he whispered.

"It stuck with me. So did the kiss," she murmured.

He swallowed, continuing to rub her shoulders. "You didn't... When I sent you those videos I didn't know about Osc and Charles."

Y/n turned and his hands dropped. "What do they have to do with it?"

A nervous laugh rose in his throat. "You're dating them? Both of them, which is insane to me but like I get it. You're like a mouse on crack, you probably need two boyfriends to keep you from taking off—"

She laughed. "A mouse on crack? Really?"

Sighing as she stood up, he looked down at her. "I just… Don't want to mess up what the three of you have going on."

"They don't own me, Lando. I'm a grown woman, I can do what I want with my body whenever I want. With whoever I want."

Lando blinked, his mind short-circuiting over the mental image that put into his head. Swallowing hard, he drew in a breath as she stretched. And held it, staring at her while she fiddled with controls and restarted the song. Let it out slow when he saw the tension returning to her shoulders.

He was reaching for her before he even registered the movement.

"C'mere," he murmured, pulling her to him. Reaching behind her, he switched off the song. "You're gonna drive yourself crazy, love."

"It's right there, Lando, I just need to push a little harder," she groaned, holding her head in her hands and letting him draw her closer.

"Hey, hey, shh…" It felt natural to kiss the top of her head, to wrap his arms around her and try to calm her. "I'm not gonna let you go insane over a song. It's fine, I know you'll come up with something amazing. Just give it time."

"It's not just a song," she whined. "I'm absolutely shit at talking about my feelings for someone, you know? Especially when it…"

"Might go up in flames?" he whispered.

Her hands were on his chest, her head tilting up. "Did you have any idea what you were doing when you stole my number and texted me?"

"Honestly thought I was shooting my shot and hoping I'd get lucky," he muttered, grinning when she laughed.

"It worked."

"Huh?" Lando grunted in surprise.

"Got me thirsty. The past couple weeks have been crazy, trying to fight it, but god, Lando." She sighed as though to ease the tension but it was still there, her body still taut with stress and worry. "I honestly thought you came tonight to fuck me."

His mind bounced like a padel ball in an intense match. He wanted to comfort her, to get her to relax, to ease her worries about the song. But oh how he wanted to kiss her again. He could just remember their half-drunken kiss in Monaco, the electricity thrumming through him, his heartbeat matching the thumping bass of the music. Thought you came tonight to fuck me.

He blinked, his mind going back to a quiet moment before the race in Montreal, when Oscar had been telling him about the unconventional relationship he'd found himself in.

"We're just taking it day by day. But she has a lot of love to give, mate. Sounds crazy, but… I don't think one person could handle it all."

Was there even room for him? Was he honestly considering entangling himself in what would, probably, end up being a PR nightmare for the four of them?

Why was he even thinking of love when he'd originally just wanted to be able to say he'd fucked the richest woman in the world?

"I…"

He leaned down, one hand rising to cup the side of her head. It was supposed to be gentle, sweet, the type of kiss that deserved the song she was working on, but it was harsh, deep and demanding, and he was swallowing her moans. Her nails lightly scraped his neck then they were sliding over his scalp and he whimpered.

"I didn't," he gasped between kisses, growing needier with each taste of her, each moan that fell past her lips. She tasted of tea and chocolate. "I didn't come here to fuck you."

"I know," she moaned. She leaned into him and he felt the need, the flames licking at both of them.

"That's new," Oscar commented, chin resting on her shoulder while she poured herself a coffee. His fingers brushed the side of her neck.

Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the delicate touch, sparking the very recent memory of Lando's mouth on her. "Yeah…"

"Did you get any sleep?" he asked, kissing the mark, his arms snaking around her waist.

"Maybe an hour," she mumbled. After breaking the chair in her studio with Lando, she'd had a burst of inspiration, and the sun had been coming up when they'd listened to the finalized track.

"Love," he sighed, taking the coffee from her before she could take a sip.

"Babe," she whined, her mind snapping to the present, though part lingered on the memory of the twisted sheets of the guest room, of Lando's panting moans in her ear.

"I'll fix you something to eat, then you're going back to bed." He kissed the top of her head and moved away, drinking her coffee.

"I've got to—"

"You don't have anything scheduled for the day. Or tomorrow. So it's rest. No recording, no caffeine, rest." Oscar looked at her over his shoulder. "Stop pouting."

"I just wanted to spend the day with my boyfriends," she sighed, climbing onto the stool at the island counter. Wrinkling her nose when he poured a glass of orange juice and set it in front of her, she reluctantly took a sip.

"We can spend the day here. Peace and quiet, love."

She felt herself melt at his gentle words. Peace and quiet and them. For the whole day. She'd only had snatches of time with them since leaving Monaco. She'd had a concert the day of the Canadian grand prix, and now it felt like some sort of cosmic kismet that her mini break coincided with theirs. They couldn't be together for the whole time, but she would cherish the days she could have.

"Bonjour, mon couer, bonjour koala," Charles greeted as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Y/n saw Oscar's cheeks tinge pink at the affectionate nickname Charles had started using for him. She sipped her orange juice, looking on as Charles brushed by Oscar, his hand resting briefly on the small of his back, and heard the whispered word. Rousseur. Freckle.

God, she loved them. Oscar's freckles, Charles's nicknames, and them.

"Good morning," she murmured after he kissed her.

"You didn't tell me we would have a guest, mon couer," he murmured, moving to fix himself coffee.

Oscar turned from the cooktop. "Guest?"

"Oh. Yeah." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Lando flew in last night. Late."

"He's snoring in the guest room." Charles was chuckling. "Leo went to bother him."

"I texted him. About the song. I needed input, and you were both asleep and—"

"Lando came to help you?" Oscar's smile was soft.

"He did."

Oscar tipped his head, regarding her much like a cat watching a bird through the window. "Ah."

"Ah, what?" Charles asked, rubbing his eyes while he sipped his coffee. Lowering his hand, he looked at y/n, snorting into his cup. "Ah."

She groaned, slumping down onto the counter. "Is it that obvious?"

"Love, you're glowing." Oscar grinned and turned back to the eggs.

"I've been glowing since Monaco," she muttered against the countertop. Slowly, she lifted herself, eyes darting from Charles to Oscar and back again. "You're okay with it?"

"I already told you, mon couer. I don't mind sharing you." Charles's smile was affectionate. "As long as you're safe and he treats you well."

"He's one of my best mates, y/n. Not to mention he's been obsessed with you for ages," Oscar quipped, sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of her.

"He's not obsessed," she snorted.

"Did he fly commercial or private?" Oscar asked, leaning against the counter.

Y/n sighed, taking a bite of the eggs. "Private," she mumbled.

"Day by day, love," Oscar said gently, leaning to kiss her forehead.

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Curses from Ex-Boyfriend || Oneshot

Character: Artist!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Y/N navigates humorous breakups and manages an art gallery. A reunion with first love, Bucky, at an exhibition ignites a whimsical love story woven with unexpected enchantments.

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Y/N sunk into the barstool, her eyes telling tales of another failed relationship. Yolanda, the supportive friend, encouraged Y/N to share the latest misadventure in her love life.

Y/N sighed, "Okay, get this. The first one, Mike, broke up with me because he claimed my choice of pizza toppings was a reflection of our incompatibility. Apparently, pineapple lovers and non-pineapple lovers are destined to fail."

"Then there was Mark," Y/N continued, a smirk playing on her lips. "He couldn't stand the fact that I had a more extensive collection of pokemon than he did. He said it was a sign of divergent life goals."

Yolanda raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Tell me more."

"James, number three," Y/N chuckled, "Simple, he doesn't like dog."

"Alex was next in line," Y/N continued her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. "He called it quits because he believed my excessive use of emojis in texts was a clear indication of a lack of emotional depth. Can you imagine?"

Yolanda laughed, "You can't be serious! What about the fifth one?"

Y/N sighed again, "Oh, Tom. He said my insistence on arranging our bookshelf by color instead of genre was a deal-breaker. Apparently, a good relationship requires organized literature. Can you believe these reasons?"

"Bucky was the longest, wasn't he?" Yolanda mused, a smile playing on her lips.

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, high school sweethearts, you know? We were the classic emo couple, complete with matching black outfits and moody music playlists."

Curiosity flickered in Yolanda's eyes, "So, why did you guys break up?"

Y/N chuckled, "Dead serious. Bucky was deep into it. I remember one day, he used a spell to try and cancel a math quiz."

Y/N grinned, "Oh, maybe because I'm over with emo and I think because Bucky got into magic, like, real magic. He bought this ancient-looking spell book at a flea market."

Yolanda's eyebrows shot up in disbelief, "Magic? Seriously?"

Yolanda burst into laughter, "Wait, what? A spell to cancel a quiz?"

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, he was convinced he could influence the universe with his newfound magical prowess. The thing is, our math teacher did cancel a quiz that week, but I later found out it was because he had a stomachache."

Yolanda's laughter faded into a look of realization, "Wait, are you saying Bucky's spell worked, or was it just a coincidence?"

Y/N shrugged, "Who knows? But I guess that was the beginning of the end. Bucky's magic phase and my inability to take his magical ambitions seriously eventually led to our breakup."

Yolanda winked, still teasing, "Maybe he enchanted you with a love spell, and that's why your relationships have been so... uniquely challenging."

Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation, "Please, if Bucky had any magical influence, it would've been to summon more black eyeliner or something."

Yolanda joined in the laughter, realizing the absurdity of her own suggestion. "I guess you're right. Love spells and high school relationships don't really go hand in hand."

As they clinked their glasses together, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Yolanda's light-hearted humor.

Y/N groaned as she woke up with a slight headache, the remnants of the drinks from the previous night's escapade still lingering. Despite the throbbing in her head, she dragged herself to work at the prestigious art gallery where she served as the manager.

As Y/N settled into her office, her boss, the eccentric Madam Madeline, swept in with her fur jacket and oversized glasses, an aura of sophistication surrounding her. Madeline, always on the lookout for the next big thing, had an uncanny talent for discovering hidden gems in the art world.

With an air of excitement, Madeline announced, "Y/N, darling, I've found the next big artist during my travels around Europe. A true visionary! Prepare yourself; this is going to be huge for the gallery."

Y/N, still nursing her headache, tried to focus on Madeline's words. "Really? That's fantastic news. Who is this artist?"

Madeline beamed, "Oh, you'll see soon enough. I've arranged for the gallery to showcase their artwork. We need to get everything ready for the grand reveal. This could be a game-changer for us, my dear."

Despite the pounding in her head, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline at the prospect of introducing a groundbreaking artist to the gallery's patrons. With a nod and a determined smile, she assured Madeline, "Consider it done. I'll make sure everything is prepared for the big showcase. This artist is going to leave a mark on the art world, and our gallery will be at the forefront."

As Madeline left the room, Y/N rubbed her temples, contemplating the exciting challenge ahead.

The day of the grand art exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with anticipation. Y/N couldn't help but be excited about unveiling the mysterious artist's work. The moment Madam Madeline revealed the artwork, gasps of awe echoed through the gallery.

The paintings were truly impressive, capturing the essence of emotion and movement in each stroke. Yet, as Y/N studied the intricate lines, a sense of familiarity tugged at her. It was only when Madeline dramatically unveiled the artist's identity that Y/N's surprise reached its peak.

"Bucky?" Y/N muttered under her breath, disbelief washing over her. She couldn't reconcile the image of the once-emo high school boyfriend with the sophisticated artist standing before her.

Without the signature eyeliner and long hair covering half his face, Bucky had transformed into an entirely different person.

Madeline, reveling in the dramatic revelation, announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the brilliant artist behind these captivating pieces is none other than Bucky!"

Y/N's eyes widened as Bucky approached her with a confident smile. "Hey, Y/N. Long time no see."

It took a moment for Y/N to process the situation. "Bucky? The Bucky from high school?"

He nodded, "The one and only. Surprised?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh nervously, "More than you can imagine. I didn't know you had this side to you."

Bucky chuckled, "Life is full of surprises. Just like art."

As the reality of the situation sank in, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected twist of fate.

Intrigued by the transformation in Bucky's life, Y/N couldn't help but ask, "Bucky, where have you been all these years?"

Bucky grinned, a twinkle in his eyes, "After high school, I decided to pursue art more seriously. I entered art school, but it turned out the formal education wasn't for me. So, I packed my bags and hit the road, traveling around the country to draw inspiration from different landscapes and cultures."

Y/N listened, captivated by the adventurous turn in Bucky's journey. "And then?" she prompted.

Bucky continued, "I found myself in Europe, sketching the beautiful landscapes and immersing myself in the art scene. That's where I crossed paths with Madeline. She saw something in my work, and the next thing I knew, I'm back home."

Y/N couldn't hide her amazement. "That's incredible, Bucky. I had no idea you were out there making a name for yourself in the art world."

Bucky smiled modestly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Yeah, life has a way of surprising you," he remarked. "Art became my language, and every stroke on the canvas felt like a piece of my soul. Little did I know it would lead me here."

As Y/N continued to admire Bucky's work, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft background hum of the art gallery. The familiarity of their shared past mingled with the newfound understanding of the paths they had taken.

Bucky broke the silence, "You know, Y/N, seeing you again brings back a flood of memories. The art, the laughter, the quirky moments—some things never change."

Y/N smiled, "Indeed, some things don't. Life has a funny way of circling back, doesn't it?"

As Madeline enthusiastically dragged Bucky away to meet other attendees, Y/N found herself momentarily alone, surrounded by the captivating artwork.

Observing Bucky engage with the crowd, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the once-emo high school boyfriend who had evolved into a renowned artist. The whimsical nature of their teenage years seemed worlds apart from the sophisticated individual now navigating the art world.

Y/N strolled through the gallery, and she noticed a subtle but significant detail in each painting – a delicately drawn flower nestled somewhere within the vibrant strokes. The realization struck her like a soft breeze, and she couldn't help but smile. It was her favorite flower, a subtle signature Bucky had left in each masterpiece.

Bucky, engrossed in conversation with other attendees, glanced in Y/N's direction. Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them. Y/N felt a warmth spreading within her, realizing that the flowers in Bucky's art were more than just a visual motif.

The language of art spoke louder than words, and Y/N interpreted the message within those flowers in the quiet exchange of glances. It was a silent acknowledgment, a whispered confession that transcended the boundaries of time and distance. Bucky's subtle gesture conveyed, "I still think of you."

As the art gallery hummed with admiration for Bucky's creations, Y/N couldn't help but feel a connection rekindling.

After the event, the air crackled with anticipation as Y/N mustered the courage to approach Bucky. "Bucky, would you mind grabbing a coffee with me? It's been so long, and I'd really like to catch up," she said, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Bucky, meeting her gaze with a warm smile, replied, "Absolutely, Y/N. I'd love that."

As they sat in the dimly lit cafe, the atmosphere seemed to thicken with unspoken emotions. Conversations veered into shared memories and life's twists and turns. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that, perhaps, this was a crucial moment—a juncture where destiny hung in the balance.

Later, in the intimacy of Bucky's hotel room, he opened an old sketchbook. Pages turned with a whisper, revealing an old photo of Y/N. Intriguingly, on the adjacent page, a spell was inscribed—an enchantment woven into the fabric of their shared history. The room seemed to pulse with an energy that felt both familiar and intense.

Bucky's chuckle was dark and enigmatic as he muttered, "Damn, it works."

The revelation left Y/N completely unaware. Little did she know that the seemingly whimsical magic from their teenage years had woven a thread connecting their souls, guiding them back to each other after years of divergent paths. As they continued to share laughter and stories, the magic of the past lingered in the air, creating a subtle but powerful force that bound them together.

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moon river // part one

summary: people in lincoln county are dropping dead alongside their livestock, the wells are running dry and children are prompted from their beds to wander unconsciously in the night. billy has been hired as a last resort by the lawmen as a bounty hunter, charged with the task of hunting and killing the witch responsible in exchange for a reward and the clearing of his name. how could he turn that down?

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

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tags/warnings: witch!reader x bounty hunter!billy, warning for like,,, witchcraft and stuff i suppose?? mentions of death, minor amounts of gore and animal mutilation. devil worship and other supernatural/biblical tea. also angst. probably.

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The reward had been posted for weeks, and any man who dared to set foot in the woods on the hunt for the witch who had been cursing local crops and killing livestock didn't return at all. Billy was confident, though. He could draw and shoot quicker than anyone, and he had not only been offered the reward, but also the clearing of his name and a clean slate- and damn if that wasn't an impossible offer to turn down. Even if the sheriff was pretty damn desperate in order to seek Billy out unarmed to beg him to go after this witch.

Rifle in hand, he walked for hours hunting for a girl he'd only heard rumours of. Of her pretty hair that fell in enchanting waves and her bright, sparkling eyes that were deceptive in a way that could suck a man in and kill him with nothing more than a quick flick of her wrist. But he'd met plenty of girls like that before. He also heard she was horrid, scary and old and plucked straight from everyone's mother's horror stories passed onto them as children to keep them in their beds at night. In truth, he had no clue what he was walking into.

The forest was quiet today, eerily so, without even the chirping of birds or the wind in the trees to keep him company on the foot journey. Nothing. He wasn't welcome here and something deep inside of him knew it. Walking into a clearing, he gets only the mildest relief as the wind brushes the long grass against his boots and the woods isn't suffocating him any longer. Until the breath is vacuumed straight out of his lungs when he sees the first sign of life in miles.

This girl must be his age, of all the things he heard he didn't truly expect that. It was hard to tell as she was crouched over one of many graves in the open clearing, the sun making her hair glow like it had hand picked that surface to reflect off of. She can't be the witch everyones afraid of. He can even hear her now, the subtle humming of a tune coming from her lips as she laid out flowers from a basket below the shoddy cross. This was just a girl taking care of a forgotten grave, that was all. Despite his better judgement, he wants to believe that.

"Hello?" He calls, tilting his head slightly as he takes a hesitant step closer across the clearing.

You already knew he was there, of course. You could feel the shift in the air when he entered the space a minute or so prior. You turn your head, standing up straight again and brushing off the front of your dress.

"Hello, there." You reply, offering him a small smile as you pick up the basket from your feet. Admittedly, he was the youngest (and handsomest) of the men you assume had come to kill you, but you're surprised the woods had even let him get this close. The forest can see something in him you could not, clearly. Who are you to deny its very will?

The power in your skin thrums like a second heartbeat in your fingertips and against your ribcage, and you bring a hand up to grasp at the crystal hanging around your neck.

He notices the way your hand tightens around the necklace in your fingers almost anxiously, and it makes his own hand subconsciously itch to raise his rifle as he takes another step closer towards you. He swallows, trying his damndest to not show even a flicker of fear behind his eyes. There is none. She's just a girl, he has to convince himself, but you can see it. Feel it in the air around him even as he stands perfectly steady and strong in front of you.

"Who are you?"

A pretty girl, alone in a forest that no-one else dares tread into. It's a curious sight, and it only serves to make him more on edge. No one in their right mind would be in this forest of their own will.

You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he steps closer but making no attempt to move away yourself.

You answer with your name, soft and sweet as honey as you twist the chain around your neck slightly, eyes locked now on the gun in his hands.

"You're..." You pause for a moment to think, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. "Billy. That's your name, right?"

His hand tightens on his rifle. The feeling of being somewhere he was never supposed to have entered made beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck as he felt the air thicken all around them. "How do you know that?"

You hesitate on how to answer. You can't very well tell him that you felt it, that you just knew. That you just knew he was here to kill you. You are far from the most social of girls, but you had to save face.

"You look like a Billy." You smile softly. "And it's a common enough name, is it not? A safe guess."

His eyes narrow slightly as his grip on the rifle relaxes. You were hiding something, that much was blatantly clear just from looking at your face, but still, he couldn't imagine someone like you to be the reason the townsfolk kept their doors locked and children well away come sundown.

"I suppose." He finally says, a hand coming up from his rifle to pull his low brimmed hat off his head- a small show of reluctant respect. Though, he still keeps his distance.

Your smile relaxes a little bit just as the subtle sounds of birds chirping and the wind through the leaves surrounds you again in background noise. "It suits you." You tell him, grabbing the basket handle with both hands now.

A hint of surprise flickers across his face at the odd compliment, but it fades just as quickly as it appeared. He lets out a hum of acknowledgement, watching you carefully. If he was being honest, he didn't want to believe that the woman in front of him was a witch. You are far more delicate than that.

"What are you doing out here anyway?"

"Oh, well, I was passing through and saw all these graves. I couldn't help but feel they were lacking some flowers." You explain, lying easily and glancing down at the ones you had already spent time laying lavenders over, five or six of them still looking fresh, without as much grass regrowing over the dirt just yet. "Lavender helps with sleep, you know. It ensures a peaceful rest."

He takes a moment to look at the surrounding graves, his stomach twisting at the sight of how many there were. Ten, at least. He'd seen graveyards before, many times, but something about the lack of proper head stones and the makeshift crosses that were just wooden sticks shoved in the dirt made this feel so much darker.

He frowns as he turns his eyes back to you. "Aren't you afraid of what people say about this place? That it's cursed or something."

"Cursed?" You ask, brow furrowing slightly as you look back at him with a slightly confused smile. "It isn't cursed. It's just a forest."

You knew as much as he seemed to that what you were saying wasn't true, but "cursed" was definitely not the right word to describe it. Though, if the townspeople were saying it was cursed, well, it made more sense as to why people came in here intent on killing you more and more recently.

He can't help but notice the way your smile tightens ever so slightly at the comment, like it was forced to remain on your lips in an attempt to keep up appearances when in reality you wanted to do anything but. You were nervous.

"It don't take a genius to figure out that no one goes in these woods alone for no good reason. A lot of people get lost in here. A lot of people don't come back." He can't help but look back at the headstones of people who most likely went missing, forever lost to the forest. To you. "And I ain't ever seen you in Lincoln."

The two of you stand in the clearing for another moment, neither of you speaking. Neither of you moving as the world around the two of you seems to hold its breath. He feels himself wanting to reach out and touch you, like he was in a trance of sorts. He wants to know what you're hiding, he wants to know who you are. A large part of him already knows, subconsciously wishing it wasn't true.

He tears his eyes away, shaking his head. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here for the reward- not to start sympathizing.

"Oh," You reply quietly, unsure what to say as you force yourself to keep your eyes on him instead of looking over at the fresh graves. "I... I am sorry to hear that."

He studies you for a moment, trying to decipher your carefully worded reply. He can't tell if you actually feel sorry for those who came here and never made it out alive, or if you're just trying to cover up the fact that you may be connected to it.

"It's a shame, really. A lot of good men have gone missing out here, never to be seen again."

He looks like he's about to ask another question before he notices the way your knuckles start to turn white from gripping the basket so hard.

"Your hands are shaking." The observation is formed more like a question, an accusing tone you pick up on easily.

You look down at your hands, eyes widening a bit before you tuck them behind your back with the basket. "Oh, uh... sorry. I can't control it sometimes." You admit sheepishly.

He watches the way you try and hide your hands out of view, and it only serves to make him more suspicious of you. Why would the thought of him seeing your hands shaking make you so anxious?

He doesn't call you out on it, though. "What do you mean can't control it sometimes? Are you nervous?"

"I-I just... I haven't eaten yet today. And it runs in my family, you know. Shaky hands." You explain, trying not to sound as nervous as you are.

"You're lying." He accuses, watching your reaction carefully.

As he speaks the previous chirping of the birds and the wind in the trees and in the grass halts in an instant, like the forest itself was tensing with you. You knew what that meant. Your gaze flickers from his face down to the gun in his hands and back quickly as you take a small step back. "I- I'm not, honestly." You reply with a slightly nervous laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere again and delay the inevitable. Either he wasn't going to hurt you, or he was the one meant to hurt you. It was a mystery of the universe you were less than eager to discover the outcome of.

His eyes flick over to the surrounding trees as the forest goes quiet, as if it was listening- waiting. He grips the rifle a little tighter when you take a step back, his shoulders tensing slightly.

"You're a very bad liar." He responds, his eyes back on you again. The change in your behaviour doesn't go unnoticed by him, as he slowly starts to lift his rifle to an almost aiming position.

"Don't-" You urge him quickly, your eyes going wide again with more urgency as you hold a hand up to try and stop him. In the same moment he starts to lift his gun, the clouds seem to cover the sun and the beautiful beams of light entering the clearly through the trees is all but gone to gray.

His eyes flick up to the sky as the forest is cast into darkness. He isn't an idiot, he doesn't believe that clouds could move across the sky that quickly- only one other thing could make a place this dark this fast.

"...You did that." He points out with an accusatory tone, his eyes back on you as he adjusts the rifle, aiming the barrel straight at you.

You drop the basket, raising your hands as the still air picks up a somewhat electric buzz to it, the sky darkening further. You didn't know what the forest had done to the other men, but you suspected you were about to find out.

"I-I didn't, I haven't done anything. I swear." You promise him, voice shaking a bit.

He holds the gun steadily as he watches you closely, the way your eyes dart around the clearing as if searching for a way out, the way the air is now thick with something that he can't put his finger on. It's something that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, it's something that feels dangerous. He's always been attuned to it.

"Don't bullshit me." He says, cocking the rifle with a click. His eyes watch you like a hawk, the barrel of the gun now pointed directly between your bright, enchanting irises.

"I know why you're here." You stammer out quickly, slowly moving your hands out to your sides toward the trees on either side of you as the leaves start to rustle more urgently in the wind. "I mean... I don't know why but I know you're here to kill me, right?"

He tenses slightly as you begin to move your hands toward the trees, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger of his rifle. "You have the townsfolk scared shitless. They put a damn price on your head, and word spreads fast." He tilts his head, continuing to watch you intently as the air becomes more and more electric.

"What?" You ask, to him looking genuinely confused as you watch his finger graze over the trigger. "I-I've never even been into town. I've never done anything to them."

The wind picks up then, blowing wickedly through your hair and ruffling the skirts of your dress.

His body tenses at the feeling of the wind blowing so fiercely, the trees beginning to sway with the force of it. The air is thick, almost electric in a way that can't possibly be natural, and he's beginning to realize just what he's gotten himself into.

"You expect me to believe you?" He responds, the barrel of the gun still aimed at your head. He doesn't know why he hasn't fired already, he knows he's staring down the sights of his hunting rifle directly at the witch he was meant to kill. Who has killed six of Lincoln's bravest men and is currently standing over their graves.

When he moves the gun you wince, and the sound of the trees shifting becomes almost more intentional now as you hold your hands up higher at either side of your body. "I-I'll explain... Just... just put down the gun. Please."

"Why should I do that?" He asks, keeping his aim on you despite the trees that now seem so alive all around you- like they were whispering.

"You just have to trust me!" You call out, now that the wind was getting louder and louder, the sky darker as the trees closed in on the two of you, more specifically, the branches reaching for him.

He clocks it quickly; the branches slowly creeping down, the leaves reaching out towards him. It was like they were going to reach out and grab him at any moment, and the idea is making the hair on his arms stand straight up. It wasn't real, he knew better than that.

"How... how are you doing this?" He asks, his eyes flicking back to you, his rifle still raised.

"I'm not!" You shout, hands pushed out on either side of you as you squint against the wind, expression tense as the air pushes in on you from every direction. "I'm trying to stop it, just drop the gun!"

His eyes dart between you and the trees, noticing the way the branches are slowly inching towards him, and how you seem to almost be trying to push them back, your entire body tensing with some unknown effort.

"And if I drop the gun and you try something, huh?" He yells back, his finger still resting against the cool metal of the lightened trigger.

"You'll end up dead either way!" You shout, squeezing your eyes shut now as a couple small roots start to slowly coil around his ankles. "I don't want to bury you! Just drop it!"

He glances down at the roots slowly making their way up his lower legs, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to comprehend how in the hell something like this is even possible. Finally, he grunts, clicking the safety back on his rifle and dropping it to the dirt. As soon as the weapon is out of his hands, the atmosphere in the clearing changes.

Even with your eyes shut, you can feel the pressure get taken off of you as soon as he drops the gun.

You drop your hands back down to your sides, winded from the exertion of keeping him alive. It seemed to have moved quick, the forest in its efforts to eliminate the threat, but you have to imagine it was much slower than it was when it set its sights on the other men who set foot in here to kill you.

"Are you okay?" You ask, gasping to catch your breath as the roots remain wrapped loosely around his ankles, incase it needed to grab him again quickly. Though, the skies had mostly cleared and the wind had stopped now.

He stands frozen in place for a moment, his breath heavy in his lungs as adrenaline courses through his veins and his heart hammers violently in his chest. "I.... I'm fine I think..." He responds, looking down at the roots still clinging to his ankles. He's at a loss as to how the hell something like that can even happen, even more so how you could make that happen.

He tries to get his legs free from the roots, but they cling to him stubbornly, even when he pulls with his full weight. He huffs in frustration, dropping himself to sit down on the ground. "Are you gonna get those things to let go of me? I dropped the damn gun."

They tighten a bit as he talks to you like that and you watch as more vines slither across the ground and wrap around his rifle, dragging it away while also doing the same with the revolver on his hip.

"I... I can't." You admit quietly, wringing your hands nervously in front of you. "I told you, I'm not doin' it."

His eyes widen as the roots from the ground pull his revolver off of him, and the vines drag his rifle towards some far off tree line. He realizes promptly he's being toyed with- like a mouse to an un-hungry cat.

"The hell do you mean you can't?" He asks frustratedly, his eyes locked on you as you fidget in place. His heart is still pumping faster than it has in years. "Do it!"

"I-I, well-"

You start, ready to try and explain but you don't get very far before he's quickly hoisted up off the ground by his feet, being hung upside down as bullets and coins rain from of his pockets. He curses loudly over your yelp of surprise as the forest tosses him up into the air, leaving him to hang by his ankles nearly twenty feet above the ground. He can feel the blood quickly rushing to his head, leaving him dizzy as the items in his pockets come tumbling out. As he tries to reach for something, he loses his balance and starts to swing back and forth like a pendulum.

You wince in sympathy as you hesitantly reach out toward him before pulling your hand back quickly. "Sorry, sorry..." You say through clenched teeth, a guilty expression on your face.

"Could you... please... get me down?" He asks in a strained voice, trying his hardest to keep what was left in his stomach where it was.

You frown, taking a small, hesitant step closer. "I... I told you, I'm not doin' it." You repeat, glancing down at the small objects that fell from his pockets.

"Do you... always carry that many bullets?"

This is the first time in a forever that he's felt so defenseless, hanging from his feet in some clearly, definitely cursed forest. Still, he tries to ignore the humiliation he feels at being in this position, trying to keep his cool while also trying to keep in his breakfast.

"I like to be prepared." He responds tightly, his eyes staring at the ground as he continues to swing back and forth slowly above you.

"For what..?" You ask, knowing that now probably isn't the time, but you truly are curious. And it's not like he could hurt you at the moment.

He pauses for a second, thinking it over before shrugging awkwardly in his hung up position. "You never know when danger might come knocking." He explains, his eyes continuing to be locked on the grass below him. This was a damn embarrassing position to be in with an audience, especially a pretty one.

"Yeah I... I guess so..." You agree, unsure what to do as the vines circle him further, searching inside his clothes for more weapons, no doubt.

He lets the forest strip him of his weapons in silence, his pride already bruised for the day anyway. He only lets out a small grunt as a particularly sharp branch pokes him in the stomach, searching for anything else that might be hidden.

"If I ask you something, these things aren't gonna try and strangle me or anything, right?" He calls down, gritting his teeth as his blood continues to rush to his head.

You can't help but giggle a little as you look up at him, his arms dangling below his head and his shirt starting to fall a little bit as well.

"I don't think so." You say, tilting your head slightly and squinting against the sun as it comes back with your quiet laughter, surrounding you in more warmth and lighter air.

He watches you as you laugh, watching the way your eyes crinkle and the way your smile spreads across your face. He's starting to realize that he's pretty unfortunately attracted to you, especially with the way the sunlight hits you the way it always seems to. Taunting him, tempting him- you were a gift from the trees he doesn't think he would do very well to try and pluck away from the stem.

He takes a breath, swallowing hard and lifting his hands to try and swat away the vine digging into the waistband of his trousers to get at the dagger he had there. "Why aren't you scared of me?"

You giggle again, lowering your hand as some of the tree branches grow up and out in the perfect spot to shield only your eyes from the sun.

"No offense, but you're not exactly very fear-inducing at the moment." You reply, watching in slight amusement as he dangles from the roots, spinning slowly without an ounce of control over it.

He watches you shield your eyes with the branches, finding himself a little surprised at how the forest seems to bend to your will. Despite that, a small smile appears on his face, his arms crossing in front of his chest. "What're you talking about? I'm terrifying."

You let out another laugh as he tried to cross his arms over his chest, and then the birds are singing again. The roots start to lower him just a little bit at his lighthearted joke and the way it made me smile, and he finally stopped resisting.

"Yeah, I'm quakin' in my boots."

He rolls his eyes as he lets the plants lower him down, still trying not to look completely humiliated. "Very funny, smartass. Mind telling them to lower me the rest of the way?"

The roots quickly jerk him back up again at the comment and your smile drops as you wince again. His lips form into a tight line when the roots yank him back up again, his head spinning as all his blood shoots straight back to his brain. "I can't tell them what to do, unfortunately." You remind him, head still tilted back at a mildly uncomfortable angle to look up at him.

"They seemed to listen to you just a minute ago to give you some shade." He mutters, feeling like an idiot just hanging there.

"I didn't ask for them to do that." You reply, another small smile tugging at your lips that seems to bring the sun back just a bit.

He watches as your lips pull into a smile again, noticing the way the sun seems to come back just a little every time it does. He's starting to get it, even if he was far from a comprehensive or even realistic understanding.

"Oh, so this stuff is just what- a coincidence now?" He asks, gesturing to a nearby tree that had pushed its branches out to act as your own personal umbrella.

You look up at the branches over your head before back at him. "Okay, well, I never said that." You chuckle, standing on your toes and reaching up to one of the leaves, letting a ladybug crawl onto your fingers.

He watches you stand on your toes and reach up, nymph-like in the most graceful of ways- a sight if he's ever seen one. He can't help but notice how the sun seems to break through the trees a little more now, lighting your face and hair up in a way that's almost angelic. He can feel his mouth starting to go dry as he watched you play with the ladybug. "So... you talk to bugs too?"

"What? No." You giggle, letting the bug crawl up your arm and into your hair. They did really seem to like your hair, something you had always picked up on. You didn't like it much, but they never stayed for long. Just explored for a few moments before continuing on their merry way. "It's... it's more complicated than that. More like a feeling. Not with bugs," You explain quickly. "Just like... the space, if that makes sense."

He lets his eyes linger on the small red bug that was currently making a home in your hair, trying to distract himself from the way a few strands of it seemed to fall against the exposed skin of your collarbone.

"I'll be honest... not really." He responds, a small smile on his face, "I'm not much acquainted with stuff like that."

When you look up at him again, smile widening a bit when you see he's smiling too, the roots start to lower him another foot or so again. "That's alright. I don't really get it either." You shrug softly.

He lets out a small huff of laughter as he's lowered down again, finally feeling like he's starting to get used to hanging upside down. "Well, I guess we're two peas in a pod then, huh?" The sun breaks through the trees even further, casting a golden glow on both of you and the plants surrounding you.

You grin up at him and his flushed red face as you step out of the little umbrella and pick up his hat from the ground, dusting it off before starting to gather all his things and setting them inside like it was a bucket.

"So... what did you say was happening in the town? Livestock are dyin'? People gettin' sick?"

He watches you dust off his hat and collect his belongings as you speak, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest that he felt when he saw you handling his stuff like it was the most casual thing in the world.

"Yeah..." He responds, his voice sounding a little distracted, "No one's been able to figure out why for months now. They tried blaming it on all sorts of things, but nothing's worked so far... that's why I'm here."

"They think it's me." You comment, nodding slightly, picking up the last of his things before standing up again, looking up at him.

He watches you brush down your dress, his eyes lingering longer than they should on the gentle curve of your waist and how your seemingly soft hand smoothed over the surface. With the sun lighting you up like you were an angel sent from heaven itself? Maybe you were just as dangerous as they said. "Well... are you?"

Your brow furrows slightly and you shake your head, a small frown pulling at your lips. "No... I... Like I said I've never even been to the town. Okay, well, maybe once or twice, but I just like to go to the farmer's market every once in a while. I'd never want to hurt anyone."

He watches you look down sadly, noticing how your expression shifts to the sad one he saw when you were tending the graves not too long ago. He feels a pang of guilt in his chest, realizing his comment had been a little thoughtless.

"Hey, I didn't mean..." He starts, pausing for a moment as the vines slowly let him down even lower, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's not your fault." You reply, watching him get lowered a little bit further. "If everyone believes it, I wouldn't expect you not to."

He's finally almost on the ground now, hanging just about eye level with you. At this point, looking at you from the upside down view makes his head spin a little.

"Yeah, well... I guess I still shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." He responds, watching as a soft breeze blows in through the clearing, messing your hair up for a moment and filling the air with the scent of wildflowers.

Your smile grows a bit at that. "Well, thank you. I appreciate that."

Then the roots are suddenly turning him upright again before he has the chance to even consider what to say, lowering him quickly to the grass and thrusting him forward into you. "Whoa..!" He stumbles forward, suddenly upright again, only to be flung forward at full speed straight into you. He grabs your arms by instinct, trying to keep from knocking you both backwards but failing as both of you land on a soft area of moss. The two of you fall back onto the ground, him landing on top of you with a soft thud. He can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks down at you below him.

You're shocked at first, getting your bearings quickly though as you look up at him and into his blue eyes. It feels like you're looking straight through him at the beautiful and now clear sky above you, and you can't help but giggle when you've realized what happened. Clearly, the forest didn't see him as a threat to you anymore; stripped bare of his weapons and armed only with an apology for making assumptions.

His heart skips a beat the moment you start to laugh, the sound like music to his ears. He'd never heard a prettier sound than that. His heart hammers against his chest as he looks down at your face, the sunlight streaming through the tree tops to perfectly light up your face, giving you a golden glow. He can feel his mouth going dry again, just like it did earlier. He had never found someone so beautiful before, and for a moment, he's scared he's fallen victim to your rumoured enchantments.

He realizes after a moment how long he's been staring, and how close the two of you are. His face was so close he could see the individual lashes framing your eyes, the freckles spread across your skin, the light flush across your cheeks. His eyes fall to your lips, realizing how soft they looked... and how he badly he would like to taste them... Oh, he must be enchanted somehow.

"Are you quite alright?" You giggle, shifting a little bit, unwilling to outright ask him to get off. "I didn't expect them to throw you like that."

The giggling helps snap him out of it, and he suddenly realizes just how embarrassing the situation looks, and how strange it is that the forest would even do that to begin with. He scrambles to get off of you, sitting beside you on the ground.

"Yeah.. yeah... I'm fine...." He responds sheepishly, a flush on his own face as a few stray pieces of moss stick onto his clothes.

His face was still burning, and he couldn't get the sight of you laughing out of his head. The way your eyes had sparkled, how your hair had been splayed out around you against the grass... he shakes his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. He didn't have time to be getting all distracted like this. He glances over to you, noticing how your hair was still messy from the fall, a few blades of grass sticking out of it as a few flowers from the surrounding area are caught in the strands too.

You close your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he moves off of you, smiling a little to yourself as you feel the sun on your skin. Just for that, it seems to burn a little brighter.

After a few moments you push yourself up so you're sitting as well, your gaze finding him again. "You must really believe me."

He tilts his head slightly, watching you push yourself into a sitting position beside him, your back against the tree and the sun still shining through the branches onto your face. He can feel his heart skip a beat as he stares.

"How do you figure that?" He blinks, trying to snap out of it and trying not to think too hard about how he was starting to feel towards you so quickly.

You nod over to the roots and vines retreating slowly back into the tree line. "They wouldn't have let you down otherwise."

He glances back over to the trees, watching the roots and the vines disappear back into the underbrush. He'd almost forgotten they were there, so distracted by you. A frown tugged at his lips, he should never be this distracted.

"I guess you're right..." He responds.

"You were the first to even get that close." You admit quietly, a thoughtful expression on your face as you glance over at the makeshift crosses and mounds of dirt a few feet away.

He lets out a soft breath of disbelief, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the little burial site, a wave of guilt washing over him as he realizes just how rude he'd been when he first got there. You had been taking care of something really important to you and he had just thrown accusations at you without even knowing you. And for some reason the forest had even allowed him to get that close... there must be a good reason.

Even in these past few minutes of speaking to you, he'd been able to tell that you weren't dangerous, and hell- you were honestly one of the nicest people he'd ever met, and by far the prettiest. Not that that mattered.

He finally looks away from the crosses and focuses back on your face, noticing the grass and the flowers, and he can't help but think that they look kind of cute on you.

"Who are those for? ...If you don't mind me asking."

"The men who came before you, I assume." You tell him, looking down and picking at the grass. "You mentioned that people were hunting me, and no one came back. And I was wondering why bodies kept turning up here..."

A lump lodges in his throat as you confirm what he already knew deep down inside. He swallows hard, trying not to let the realization that he could've been just as dead as them show on his face, but by the look on yours, he knows you can tell what he's thinking anyway.

"You... didn't kill them?" He asks, trying to sound strong, but not quite keeping the trepidation out of his voice.

Your eyes snap up to his and you quickly shake your head. "No! No, I-" You defend quickly, sitting up a bit straighter and pushing yourself back a bit. "I... Like I said, they just turned up here. I come out here often to check on the older ones and lay flowers, I started coming back and there would just be someone laying there dead. I didn't... I just buried them."

His face softens slightly as he sees the panicked expression on your face, how defensive you were at the accusation, how you quickly scooted away from him as if you would run if you had to. He knew you were telling the truth. He curses himself for letting his imagination create the image of you again, standing over a corpse with your hands covered in blood- that thought alone made him somewhat nauseous.

He lets out a slow, shaky breath, his eyes glued to the little crosses. He could've been there too, no better than carrion for the animals. Of course they were the men who came before him, and he's sure the forest was much less forgiving than just hanging them by their boots and taking their guns.

"Why do you come back here every day?" He finds himself asking.

"I... uh... I don't live far." You explain, glancing back over your shoulder. "And... um... my parents are here. And my brother." You add quietly, fiddling with the crystal around your neck as you look briefly over at some much older graves at the edge of the clearing.

His eyes follow your gaze over to where a group of older, smaller crosses laid on the other side of the clearing, and the realization finally set in that you were here every day to tend the graves of your family.

"You're an orphan...." He says it like a statement instead of a question, not realizing he'd said it out loud until a moment later.

You nod softly in response, leaning back on one of your palms.

"You are too." You reply, tone gentle in the observation.

He freezes, his eyes going wide as you call him out so delicately. The way you say it, it was almost like you had looked inside and had seen him for exactly what he was.

"How'd you know?"

"I can feel it." You tell him, knowing how vague it sounded- but you didn't have any better understanding of it than he did.

He blinks, looking down at the ground as he processes that. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach, knowing that somehow, you'd seen straight through every front he put up in seconds."What do you mean by that?"

You shrug slightly. "Exactly what I said. I can just... feel it. Like you can see or hear things, you know? I just... know. It's hard to explain."

He was silent for a few moments as he nodded slowly, still watching the way your fingers fidgeted with the necklace around your neck. He knew something was up with you, with how the forest seemed to welcome him when it made everyone else run. But he was starting to get the feeling he was only just scratching the surface.

He took a moment, looking up again at the simple crosses and mounds of dirt littered around the clearing, the thought that you'd had to bury your family by yourself and continue tending to their graves for who knows how long was making his heart ache in a way he didn't know was so familiar to him until he was faced with it.

"I'm sorry." He finally speaks after a few stiff moments, his voice sounding a bit softer and more tentative than before. "How old were you?"

"Fourteen." You answer quietly, looking over at him again and offering him a weak smile.

A lump forms in his throat as he takes in your answer. You'd taken care of them at only fourteen years old. The realization settled heavily in his stomach like a rock, how impossibly unfair the world was, to be dealing hands just like his out to others. To sweet girls with soft skin and perfect smiles. "Jesus ...." He mutters quietly, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes.

Picturing you as a reflection of himself, nothing more than a child, all alone in the dark forest trying her best to dig a hole for all her loved ones overturning into a vision of the last he had seen of his family. Year after hurtful year, standing over graves and tossing in handfuls of dirt to send them on their way. It made bile rise in his throat.

He looks over at you silently, and his heart aches again. He knows what it feels like to be all alone. You, in the cold, dark woods for so long with no one to look to and him, in the cold and bright lights of being hunted for his actions. You, sitting next to him on the soft forest floor, were his only chance at leaving that behind. Of looking to the future, burying you and the harm you supposedly caused behind him with his wanted posters left to blow inconsequentially in the wind. He wonders how long it had been since you had seen another face other than his in this little graveyard, and he realizes he couldn't stomach carrying your corpse back into town. If the trees would even let him take your body so far without leaving your cold skin covered in the claw marks of it's efforts to keep you here with it, nestled in the safety of its tree cover.

"No one should have to live like this... all alone." He says quietly, the words leaving his mouth before he even realizes it.

You pull at the grass in front of you mindlessly as you shrug. "I'm not alone. Not really." You say quietly.

You look over at him again, studying him for a few moments. "You're a lot more lonely than I am, I think."

He pauses at that, his heart panging in his chest again at the truthfulness of your statement. He knew you were right, he was lonely. No family, no friends. Hell- before today, he's pretty sure no one's ever looked at him the way you are now. With something like kindness. He lets out a rough sigh as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Guess we've got that in common, then."

"I guess so." You agree quietly, giving him a small, slightly sad smile.

You lean over and pick up his hat from the ground next to where you'd both fallen, checking inside that it still held all his pocket change and bullets before holding it out to him.

He stares at the hat in your hands for a moment before looking back up at you, studying the way you sat beside him with your head tilted to the side, the way your dress clung brunched up around your hips and the way your hair fell over your shoulders in messy waves in the afternoon sunlight.

He swallows hard as he reaches out and takes the hat from you, his fingers brushing yours for a second. "Thank you..."

"Of course." You hum, tucking your knees up to your chest and brushing some of the stray grass and moss off of your calves and arms. "Thanks for not killing me."

He lets out a short laugh, setting the hat back onto his head after shoving its contents back into his pockets. "I'm not going to kill you." He says firmly, his eyes following your fingers as you brush off your skirt.

A small smile twitches at your lips as you look over at him, and you feel that familiar pulsing of power in your fingertips and chest, running through your skin again.

You can feel that he means it, and you felt safe before, but even more so now.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for another moment, listening to the sounds of the forest around you, and he feels a sense of peace in this quiet space he'd stumbled into.

There were a hundred different ways he could be spending his afternoon. There were bounties to be collected, townsfolk to cheat at poker, and cards to be dealt and drank to. But instead, he was sitting in the middle of a makeshift graveyard with a lonely, beautiful, witch in the middle of the woods and he'd never been more at peace in his entire life.

"Are you... hungry?" You ask after a minute or so, glancing up at the sky to see whereabouts the sun was. It was likely mid to late afternoon by now, and you still hadn't eaten yet- that hadn't been a lie. You had to get back, but you didn't just want to let him go without making sure he would be able to make it back safely.

He was actually a little surprised that he hadn't thought about it. After all, he'd been walking around in the forest for hours. Now that you mention it, he can feel a hollow emptiness in his gut and a sharp pang of hunger go through his body.

"Yeah.. I could eat." He says, rubbing the back of his neck as he tilts his head up towards sky and squints against the sunlight streaming down.

You push myself up from the soft moss you were sitting on, ignoring the bits of it that clung to your dress and hair for the time being.

"Alright, well, c'mon then." You grin, glancing back at him over your shoulder as you go to collect the basket of drying lavender from the grave you were tending before he interrupted.

His eyes widen a little as he watches you stand up, his eyes lingering a little bit too long on the curve of your hips again. He shakes his head before getting up himself, gathering his things and brushing himself off before following the witch deeper into the forest that would inexplicably kill to keep her.

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[thewriteadviceforwriters]

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[skz-sarang]

. . . ♡ you can’t help but become the sun ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪Lovey’s relationship with stray kids! ❫ ୧ ⊹

.⋆｡˚⋆☆ Hyung line edition ☆⋆˚｡⋆.

࣪warnings! mention of ED , anxiety

word count! 300+ each

a/n! popularity percentages all above 85%

BANG CHAN + KIM SARANG

CHARANG

popularity : 95 %

⸻ Chan was the very first member to know and meet Lovey; after all, she is at JYP thanks to him. The first thing that struck Bangchan about Sarang was her talent – a voice unlike any he had heard before, sweet, gentle, enchanting, and mesmerizing like the songs of sirens. The second thing that struck him was her eyes – so big and deep, filled with pain, fear, and uncertainties. Too many negative emotions for a young girl like Sarang. Chan took Lovey 'under his wing,' giving her the strength to dream, providing a launching pad through Stray Kids. Chan and Sarang share an unparalleled bond; he saw her at her lowest and brought her back to shine. She sees him as her savior, that glimmer of light in a dark room. He's always there, ready to protect her, shielding her from the world. Chan would give up a kidney for her. The bond between Chan and Lovey is like an invisible thread keeping them connected. Every smile from her is confirmation of the positive change Chan brought into her life. In their relationship, Chan is more than a friend; he's a confidant, a mentor, and a guardian angel. She trusts him completely and knows that he will always have her back, no matter what. Lovey's strength has become his inspiration, and every success of hers is a shared victory. They tend to be very clingy since they are both affectionate. They often spend time together, especially in the studio, as Sarang doesn't want to leave Chan alone to work, and he doesn't want her to go home alone late at night. Sarang always ends up falling asleep watching him work.

fans favorite moment : During an interview, Sarang was asked about her emergency contacts. She took out her phone, a big smile on her face, and showed the two contacts: Jihoon, her brother, and Bangchan. Her explanation was, "I chose these two simply because Jihoon is my family, while Channie - oppa is the person I trust the most." After hearing this, Chan, who was unaware, widened his eyes and immediately stood up from his stool, going near Sarang and engulfing her in a huge hug: "I luv you, bubbles, you're what I hold most dear"

Charang things :

Holding hands while crossing the street and/or in crowded places like airports.

Chan’s goodnight forehead kiss

late night drive

watching marvel movies together

making playlists for each other

LEE MINHO + KIM SARANG

MINRANG

popularity : 96 %

⸻ when lovey and leeknow first met, they didn't immediately hit it off. not because they didn't like one another, but because they're both super introverts that have a hard time talking to new people. especially because lovey was the only girl so he was like wtf??? and minho as an attitude , so sarang was a bit scared of him. but jisung forced them to talk to each other and they were like “oh maybe they're not so scary. ” after that they started becoming really good friends, and really enjoyed one another's company. they could always tell each other just about anything, and not have to worry about judgment. Now, their relationship consists of Minho making fun of sarang embarrassing or flattering her, flirting with her, even in front of the cameras. If you need someone to make her a blushing mess, simply call Lee Know. He loves to tease her, is his favorite thing since he discovered that she gets flustered easily. He loves watching her pink shades cheeks. She lets him do that only because they're pretty close. Minho is quite of a character, usually isn't lovely dovely, especially in front of cams or stays, but has a soft spot for her; out of all them members he's probably the member who looks after her the most. Since he learned about her problem with food, he has always taken care of her, making sure she didn’t skip meals and teaching her how to cook.

fans favorite moment : During “mysterious kitchen” lovey was peeling carrots, but he had some difficulty, and had a pair of cutting himself. Lee know approached her and put his head on the shoulder of the shorter girl. “Don’t you know how to shave carrots?” He asked giggling. Lovey replied with a laugh, shaking her head. Then he stood behind her, hugging her and took knife and carrot from her hands, showing her how to do it. The scene is depopulated sh twitter and tiktok with fans crazy for their closeness and connection.

Minrang’s things :

always there to help sarang calm down when she’s in the middle of an anxiety attack

back-hug while cooking

matching phone cases

tickling her only to hear her laugh

Cat-cuddling dates, whether with soongie doogie dori or snoflake and gingerbread

SEO CHANGBIN + KIM SARANG

SANGBIN

popularity : 87 %

⸻ Changbin has a daddy-like behavior towards her, he always has a hand on her at airports, or puts his jacket on her lap for cover her when she wears skirts or dresses; he just in general keeps an eye out for her. He is like a protective shield, watching out for her and making sure she is safe and happy. He’s also the most likely to voice a concern if he thinks her concept is too sexy, because he honestly treats her like his baby. It’s also not uncommon to find these two up in the late hours having in depth conversations. Whether it’s something they’re laughing about or if it’s a deep and serious conversation. They’re kinda big on communication, especially since Sarang has such a hard time opening up to others. Changbin always encourages her to say what’s on her mind, but he’s never forceful about it. He just likes to let her know that she can say what’s on her mind, and he’ll always be there to listen. Their connection goes beyond the public eye, as Changbin values the depth of their friendship and ensures that Sarang feels secure within the group dynamics. The genuine and caring nature of their relationship adds a heartwarming dimension to their interactions within the group. Despite Changbin's dedication to working out, Sarang, not particularly interested in fitness, joins him during his exercise routines. It's not about the activity itself for her; rather, it's a gesture of companionship. Changbin appreciates her willingness to be by his side, turning their workout sessions into lighthearted moments filled with laughter and encouragement.

fans favorite moment : During The filming of a skz-talk in the promotions of “ Maniac ” ,Changbin noticed Sarang wincing as they walked backstage after the energetic Music Bank stage. He glanced down at her feet and couldn't help but empathize with the discomfort she must be feeling in those high heels. "Hey sweetie , I can see those heels are killing you. Why don't you take a break and let me carry you or something?" Sarang chuckled, appreciating Changbin's concern but refusing to be a burden. "No, it's fine. I'll survive." Changbin, however, was having none of it. He bent down, swiftly removing his sneakers. "Come on, I'd rather see you walking comfortably. Here, take these. I don't mind going barefoot." Sarang stared at him in surprise, then gratefully accepted the shoes, feeling an unexpected warmth in her heart. “Thanks, Oppa. You're a lifesaver." Changbin just shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Anything for your comfort, Bubbles. Let's get you feeling better."

Sangbin’s things :

Changbin giving lovey is jacket whenever is cold

trying to get her to workout without results

shooting finger hearts at him from a distance.

messing with her hair

her personal bodyguard

HWANG HYUNJIN + KIM SARANG

SANJIN

popularity : 91 %

⸻ lovey and Hyunjin share a high-energy bond. They bring out each other's playful sides and have a natural chemistry on and off stage. They are partners in crime. Hyunjin likes to joke around with the members but not with her; he prefers having her as his accomplice. He loves her style, and she really looks up to him as an artist. He knows she has low self-esteem, so he's always cheering for her, Hyunjin is her n1 Fan. And god save anyone who criticizes her, because he will be ready to fight. They’re also big goofballs, and can often be seen doing dramatic skits during their variety shows and just being ridiculous. Sarang and Hyunjin share a dynamic where their friendship blossoms into a creative synergy. Hyunjin, known for his playful interactions, discovers in Sarang not just a companion but a muse for collaborative ideas. Their joint goofiness spills over into impromptu moments of laughter, creating a unique and endearing atmosphere within the group. Hyunjin's protective instincts kick in as he becomes a vocal advocate for lovey, showcasing a fierce loyalty that solidifies their bond as not just friends, but partners in both mischief and creativity. Lovey and Hyunjin often find solace in creative endeavors, particularly in painting together. In these artistic moments, Hyunjin takes on the role of a patient teacher, sharing his knowledge and techniques with Sarang. Their painting sessions become a canvas for shared laughter, learning, and the beautiful fusion of their individual styles. Through this artistic collaboration, lovey not only hones her skills but also deepens their connection, creating a masterpiece of friendship and shared passion.

fans favorite moment : During an exclusive music show performance by JYP, there's a humorous moment when Sarang whispers something in Hyunjin's ear. Both burst into uncontrollable laughter, but as soon as they realize they're on camera, they quickly hide, trying to mask their amusement. Fans suspect they might have been teasing the PDnim.

Sanjin’s things :

gossiping at award shows together

hyunjjn using lovey for an “arm rest”

painting together

dancing v-lives

pinky promises

©2023 , skz-sarang masterlist

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[thegreatimpersonator]

Hi there Tumblr Swifties! If we haven't spoken or interacted at all before, my name is Jen, and it's enchanting to meet you.

I wanted to organize a fun Swiftie gift exchange for anyone that would be interested for Spring/Autumn (depending on where you live) - I've seen some really wonderful people put together events like this, and it's always so fun for everyone! I know we have Eras Tour coming back soon, I just wanted to do something fun for all of you! Info below!

How it works: If you're interested, you can sign up for this event by sending me a DM, an ask, a submission, or reblogging/replying to this post confirming in the tags that you want to! There will be a final date that you can sign up, and after that date I will assign everyone a blog to communicate anonymously with and create a gift for!

RULES

No negative, hateful, or harmful interactions/gifts are acceptable in any way. Please be nice and keep this a positive space!

You have until Friday, March 1st at 8 PM EST to sign up

Please send your assigned blog anonymous messages throughout the time you're working on your gift so they don't feel left out. Also, ensure your anonymous asks are turned on so the person who has you can do the same!

All gifts are to be posted Friday, April 5th or Saturday, April 6th with the hashtag #SwiftieGiftExchange2024

Gift Ideas include: gifs, graphics, playlists, original songs, poetry, drawings, letters and whatever else you can think of! **You can give up to 2 gifts but no more than that, please.**

If you have any questions at all please feel free to contact me in whatever way you're most comfortable with! I'm going to tag some mutuals under the cut, but please do not feel pressured to be part of this - I'm just hoping to spread the word so anyone who wants to is able to!

Thank you!

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[lowkeyrobin]

MALEFICENT ; dating headcanons

summary ; dating hcs w maleficent 🗣

warnings ; language

word count ; 425

masterlist

she's a very classy lover

she literally just kinda spawned in the magical / enchanted forest and raised herself as the dark fairy she is so like prior to the academy, socializing and affection were unheard of for her

but you lowkey taught her how to just be someone

you found her before uliana did and quickly took her under your wing, and then you both became friends with uli and the crew

she's not experienced with disabilities / illness at all whatsoever so you're halfway on your own / she's making an effort to make your life a bit easier

she's like a 5/10 on pda, she'll hold your hand n give you small kisses and stuff but don't expect nothing crazy 💀

she's very confident in general, other than the serious attack it was to not be invited to auroras birthday/birthing day idfk I haven't watched that movie in forever

so when it came to asking you out she wasn't all that worried

unless you're genuinely a monster for rejecting her /j

she just straight up asked you out of the blue like okay gang

she was actually wondering if those feelings were normal

and trust the butterflies got real for you

what in the wattpad...

you share accessories and small things a lot

but her love language is definitely quality time

so you often just hang out and do something fun or just bask in each other's presence silently in your dorms or smthn

she usually doodles you in class (Mal got her art degree from her mama 😍😋)

she doesn't listen to music that much, maybe 200-300 mins a week on her airbuds

I see her as a she wants revenge / cute whore / pretty reckless / bad omens fan

her favs are definitely tear you apart, big love, cult leader, and bad decisions

though in this moment, sleep token, and halestorm fit her as a character more

she's the type to make a new playlist and only listen to that religiously until she gets bored of it

she actually teaches you how to slow dance

again, a classic lover

she wears the pants in this relationship, whatever it is

you're her muse a hundred percent

trust if she remembers just one frame of your smile from earlier in the day she needs to draw it

she's definitely a colored pencil girl

her realism is INSANE

she's always thinking about what you'd think / do in situations 💀

"hm... what would y/n do?"

"Y/N WOULD TAKE THE DAMN TEST ALREADY"

[blissfullybubblez]

🦷✨ Let's Make Brushing Teeth a Fun Adventure! ✨🦷

🌈💕 For some little ones, brushing teeth can be a challenge, but fear not! We've got some magical ideas to make this daily task easier and even enjoyable. Let's turn it into a fun adventure! 💕🌈

🎶🦷 Toothbrush Tunes: Create a special brushing playlist filled with your favorite songs. Let the music guide you as you dance, sing, and brush along to the rhythm. 🦷🎶

🌈💦 Colorful Timer: Use a colorful sand timer or a fun digital timer to make brushing time more exciting. Challenge yourself to brush until all the sand runs out or until the timer beeps! 💦🌈

🧚‍♀️✨ Magical Toothpaste: Choose toothpaste with your favorite character or a flavor you adore. Let the enchanting taste transport you to a whimsical world while keeping your teeth sparkling clean! ✨🧚‍♀️

📚🎭 Storytime Showdown: Engage in an imaginative storytelling session while brushing. Pick up a picture book or create your own adventure where your toothbrush becomes a hero fighting plaque monsters! 🎭📚

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🌸🎉 Brushing Buddies: Invite your favorite stuffed animal or toy to join you in the bathroom. They can be your brushing buddy, making the experience more enjoyable and comforting. 🎉🌸

🏖️🦷 Beach Party Time: Imagine you're at a beach party while brushing. Make "waves" with your toothbrush, and let the foam be the sea's froth. It's a delightful way to bring some seaside fun into your routine! 🦷🏖️

🍓🍉 Taste Sensation: After brushing, reward yourself with a small piece of fruit or a healthy snack. Enjoy the refreshing flavors while appreciating the importance of taking care of your teeth. 🍉🍓

💕🌈 Remember, making brushing your teeth a positive experience is all about finding what works best for you. Embrace your creativity, add a touch of magic, and turn it into a joyful part of your little routine! 🌈💕

[yellow-eyed-sams-wife]

Tidal Wave - Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader Oneshot

🎶"Letting go, take control over me Undertow, getting pulled Underneath

Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Lost in one another hopin' never to be found (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Rollin' 'round forever 'til we both come crashing down (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Coming up for air I swear we're just about to drown (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave"🎶 •~ Tidal Wave - Nickelback.

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"Tidal Wave." - A Pietro Maximoff x Reader Story Playlist ♡《https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLcrnolsANfl08_fv9HXBOaiEOnUxPr9XU&si=1wNkiWHutLo0UO5F

Plot Summary: Love is found on a Christmas vacation in New York city, when yet another villainous attack rattles it wicked way across it.

Part 1 - ["Best Vacation Ever..?"]:

New York City. Despite the less than livable conditions that litter the streets, regardless of the attempts to hide it with broadway and times square glamor, lying strong deep in the dark of it, NYC has it's suprisingly beautiful upsides. Especially in the winter, as a New York Christmas has been calling your name for too long of a time. So you've finally saved up enough funds, you've finally been given a chance to live out one, of your many, dreams. Ever the optimistic lady, (so much so sometimes it borders delusional, your family members have previously told you,) and constantly having your head in the clouds, nothing else could make you happier than to be able to act upon what you've been told is more likely not to happen.

So that brings you here, to the home base of the famed (,or infamous, depending on who you ask,) avengers to spend your holiday.

Strolling through the busy streets, minding your own. Sounds of screams of terror and a small building crashing break you from your carefully figured route.

Frozen in panic, the next thing you know, you're multiple streets over from your point of origin, at a makeshift med camp. At least one hundred people are there having their wounds tended to, meanwhile you're standing there with a dumb clueless look on your face, as the breeze wrecks your hair.

A tap on your shoulder has you turning round to stare into the clearest blue eyes you have ever seen. Quicksilver. He's one of the new additions the media won't stop fawning over. 'Rightfully so' you recall thinking. 'Even tho I'll probably never actually do it, I'd melt to meet him face to face' Now you're 100% a goner.

Lost in fuzzy memories of the brief interviews of his you couldn't help yourself from watching, currently mentally replaying his lovely accented voice. "It's a pleasure to save such a lovely woman. It's one I don't often fortunately have."

Now lost in his eyes on top on being wrapped up in your swarming cyclone of thoughts, it slips your mind to pay attention to what exactly it is that was coming out of his pretty mouth.

Slowly easing out of his, almost uncanny energetic and buzzing happy demeanor as a realization dawns in his enchanting eyes. Understanding now you're obviously still in shock from his save, he promptly asks your name.

Pulled from your anxious haze by his dreamy voice, you give him what he asked for. Albeit internally embarrassed you missed something else he said. Both your eyes meet and you two miss a paramedic getting the attention of the scarlet witch who just arrived to see why Pietro hadn't yet returned.

She finds out they tried separating you two just before she showed up and that their attempts to get the attention of you both fell flat when Quicksilver insisted on a few minutes more with the lady who they assumed needed medical assistance. In the words of Pietro, as they quoted him, "You have others to attend to, do you not?"

The paramedic was just trying to do their job but couldn't when Quicksilver wouldn't leave your side, as though you were attached at the hip despite just meeting. He wasn't doing anything wrong, really, you were the last civilian in harm's way.

He already evacuated everyone else and the rest of the avengers can take this villain without him. If they could only read his mind like Wanda could, they wouldn't blame him for hovering. He wasn't trying to overwhelm the poor lady but she seemed so shaky and still hadn't talked much.

You only gave him your name. Though he was unsure why he was so invested in the well being of this pretty stranger and couldn't figure exactly how he couldn't move on to something else even half as fast as he normally could, he couldn't bring himself to care about that at the moment.

Wanda understood her brother like no one else and her powers only strengthened their familial bond. Though this could most likely be the start of something more for her brother and the nice young woman, she still needed to let the paramedic examine her. Walking up to you two, she introduced herself as his sister and gently pulled Pietro from your side.

He reluctantly went, though the pep in his step quickly returned and was quite visible as Wanda telepathically told him that he can check on you right after they were done your checkup. 'Thankfully,' Pietro thought, 'you can't see through the paramedic.'

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Like, follow with notifications and reblog if you're interested in a part two.                        💋sincerely yours, yellow-eyed-sam's-wife.

[milla-frenchy]

Roads

5k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: 3 years ago, Joel broke your heart and you left your hometown. Warnings: 18+ mdni. dirty talk, oral sex (f/m receiving), spitting, unprotected piv, ass play, praise kink, cum eating.

a/n: This is my first fic. English isn't my native langage, thank you so so so much @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for reading me and correcting me, you're a gem, love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘

Playlist | Series masterlist | Masterlist

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3 years.

For 3 years you haven’t set foot in your hometown, where you grew up, met your friends, studied, had your first jobs and your first crushes.

3 years ago you fled to forget your great love. The one that tears the heart when it’s over, and leaves you alone with your pain and a huge void that nothing will be able to fill.

When the love of your life left you, you saw only emptiness. The uselessness of things, hours, days that passed.

So trying to fill the emptiness of your existence, to forget the sorrow of having been abandoned, you left this city where everything reminded you of him.

Joel.

You settled in a new city, not far from yours, but enough not to risk crossing paths while shopping, going to the cinema or the restaurant. Or at work.

A few years ago, one evening changed your life.

Your friend Tommy worked in construction. Due to the economic crisis, finding a contract was more complicated. He worked with his brother, whom you only knew by name. Joel.

You and Tommy had known each other since school, you were the same age. The same circle of friends, the same interests. You kept the same friends for a long time, until everyone went their own way, as adults, when each of you found a job. All that was left was a small nucleus, very tightly knit core. Including Tommy and you. And his fiancée, whom he had met shortly after high school, and whom he was marrying soon. The three of you saw each other regularly.

He told you about his parents, his brother. Both had very different characters, as many siblings do. Tommy was very sociable, loved people, company, going out. His brother was introverted, led a quiet life and hated crowded parties. He had an eighteen year old daughter, Sarah. Her mother had left them shortly after her birth, and he was now striving to give her the best life possible. So he focused all his attention on the work and his daughter.

You worked in a large construction group, which until then had not suffered too much from the economic crisis. When Tommy told you about his professional difficulties, of course, you told him that you would do your best to find him a contract. But you had to set up an appointment between the three of you, take stock of their areas of expertise, their radius of intervention and the subcontractors to hire in parallel.

That evening, you had an appointment for dinner at Alexandro's, the pizzeria near your work. You popped by you house from work to shower and change in a pair of blue jeans, a white tank top and a blue plaid shirt.

When you arrived at Alexandro's, Tommy and Joel were already there. Tommy was facing the door, Joel had his back to the entrance. That was the first time you saw him. His wide back, thick shoulders under his black t-shirt. Then his neck, broad too. His brown hair. You paused and then pulled yourself together.

Tommy greeted you with a big smile when he saw you coming, stood up and kissed your cheek

"Hi, beautiful, how are you?"

"I’m ok, thank you. Work’s finally over!"

In the meantime, Joel got up, and was facing you, smiling and holding out his hand.

"Hello! I’m Joel, nice to finally meet you"

"Hi Joel, also delighted" you said with a big smile. 

Your breath hitched when you saw his face. It wasn't love at first sight per se, but to say you being enchanted was an understatement. Fortunately, your job taught you hide your emotions well.

He had brown eyes, curly hair, a poorly trimmed mustache and a beard, dimples and a devastatingly infectious smile. Everything in him exuded calm dominance and control of emotions, despite the open smile he displayed.

You sat at a table of 4 people, located in a quiet corner of the dining room. You were next to Tommy, Joel was facing you.

"So, I’ve finally met the person Tommy has been sowing wild oats with for all these years."

" ‘Sowing wild oats’ I don't know about that... We've been relatively cool as teenagers."

"You tell this to my parents who had to pick up Tommy from the police station after you got caught smoking weed," he laughed.

"Oh, that's typical teen stuff, nothing serious."

"Or when you were picked up from the Smiths because you were launching fireworks at their house on July 4th."

"Yeah well..."

The three of you laughed.

"So, Tommy told me that you lack construction sites with the crisis?"

"Yes it’s getting complicated. We don't do full weeks and it keeps slowing down."

"I see."

"So you work at Deviaux constructions? No problem of reducing construction sites?" Joel asked, before taking a sip of his drink.

"No, it's a very large group, financially we have strong backbones and a lot of companies work for us. I will need your turnover, the exact type of sites you can manage, and your schedule taking into account your current sites, so we could create a forecast on the sites that we can assign to you."

The rest of the evening you talked about work. Joel was clearly in charge of managing their company, and Tommy occasionally intervened on technical details.

You tried to hide the emotions you felt towards Joel, but his posture, his gestures, his way of speaking affested you and the more the evening progressed the more you grew attracted to him. Again, you drove these thoughts out of your mind. You tried, at least until you glanced at his hands, his dimples, his broadness again and again. His calmness and controlling attitude lured you in. You worried that Tommy would find out.

Fuck, you thought inwardly.

You arranged an appointment at your group's office 2 weeks later.

The next day, at work, Tommy and Joel were talking about the night before. Joel was relieved of your seriousness, the working methods of your group, and relatively confident about the future. Your reassuring and professional attitude gave him an optimistic outlook. Once in his bedroom, he thought back to the evening. Thought about you. Your smile, your warm, non-judgmental attitude, your ability to communicate and keep the conversation going. He fell asleep with a desire to meet you again

"See, I told you you'd appreciate her. When I think you've always refused to see her all these years, thinking she was a brainless girl..."

"Yeah, I thought she was just like you. Quite the opposite in fact."

"Jerk…"

During those two weeks, you chased the image of Joel away from your mind, already occupied by your current complicated relationship.

At the end of the 2nd work meeting, you invited Tommy and Joel to the group's annual meal, which you were organizing for the 3rd consecutive year. Invitations were sent to companies that work for the group, spouses and children are also invited. The goal is to thank the workers and to create unity between all stakeholders.

Like in previous years, you didn't plan to stay very long. You didn't like the attention and that PR side, others in the group being much better than you at it.

You and Tommy had planned to go to a restaurant while his fiancée was going out with friends.

You were wearing a suit and a tie. A quirky look with your hair. During your acceptance speech, you met Joel's eyes and smiled at him. Tommy looked at his brother from time to time, noticing that he couldn't take his eyes off you. Joel finally felt his caddie's gaze on him and smiled.

"She does that to everybody. Everyone falls in love with her."

"But not you?"

"She’s like a sister to me. I've never had a chance to be more. And now I wouldn't trade my place for anything in the world. She is the most loyal person I know, and a very dear friend."

At the end of your speech, you went to greet the respective small groups. Before you joinded them, Tommy warned his brother:

"The evening continues with music and a buffet. She will not stay," says Tommy.

"Why?"

"She doesn't like it. Too much effusions for her. We have to go eat at the restaurant."

"Just the two of you?"

"That is the plan. Wanna join us?"

"Won't she mind?"

"I don't think so. I’ll ask her, ok?"

"OK."

Tommy found you while Joel got a whiskey at the buffet. Tommy texted Joel an OK and after finishing his drink Joel joined you two.

"Hey", you said, smiling at Joel.

"Hey. Nice speech. Thank you for for being ok with me joining your little after party."

"The more the merrier," you replied. "Where's your daughter tonight?"

"Sleepover. She has less and less time for her old man."

All three of you went to the restaurant where you had a great evening. You offered them a nightcap at your house. Once you arrived you took off your suit jacket, remaining in a white t-shirt and with your black tie and pants. The three of you sat on the coach.

"Whisky" ? You offered, and they agreed.

You talked about different topics and laughed a lot. You felt comfortable and relaxed. Then your phone rang and you didn’t answer the first call. The second. The third. Finally you took the call going to the window and looking outside at the lights.

"Stop calling me." "I wanted to know how the evening was, that's all" "I don't want to talk right now." "Please don't hang up" "Fuck, I told you no! You know I hate it when you presure me like that. We... it’s over OK? We talked about it." "Yeah ? One more break up huh? Did you find someone else? Are you tired of me ? Again? When will it stop? That fucking story between you and me?" "I guess it is. Don't call me anymore. I need air, need a break."

You hung up and returned to the couch, where the boys had remained seated.

"Sorry for that"

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, looking at you with worried eyes.

"Yeah. Where were we?"

The evening went on as if nothing had happened until Tommy's fiancee called him asking to pick her up.

"I'm sorry I have to go. Fiancé duty!"

Tommy had driven Joel there, so Joel was getting ready to get up to leave when you said:

"You can stay. It’s still early. I'll give you a lift after."

"With pleasure," he said with a smile.

You spent the night together talking and laughing. Joel told you about Sarah.

She was about to begin her first year of college in two weeks, and he could’t be more proud of her. He described her as a mature, conscientious and cheerful girl. He told you several times that he was very proud of her, especially for the fact that he never went to college  himself, having taken care of Sarah when he was still very young.

You drove him back in the early morning.

The next day at work, Joel asked Tommy about the phone call you received the day before.

"You know what happened?", Joel asked.

"It's this moron, Stefan", Tommy answered with a sigh, "Her boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend. Their relationship is complicated, toxic I’d say. They separated several times, then got back together. Every time they get back together I understand it less and less."

"He sounds clingy on her," Joel noted with furrowed brows.

"Yeah. More than she is. But she usually comes back to him. And she always leaves him. I don’t get it."

"Why don't you like him?"

"He’s been clinging to her for years now. She stops smiling when they are together. It’s like he sucks all energy out of her. We can’t stand each other, i see her less when they are together. Afraid i’d break his fucking jaw."

"How does she take it, that you don't like him?"

"I think at first it bothered her a little, but she knows that i just want to protect her. She didn't tell me they broke up. I hope it’s really over this time."

"Why do they keep getting back together?"

"I have thought about it. The only idea that comes to mind is that she wants to fix him. And it's fucking unhealthy. And..."

"And?"

"There’s something dark in her. I feel it sometimes. Like she wants to lose herself. It scares me."

"She hides it pretty well."

"Yeah. I don't think anyone knows her completely, just a small part of her, me probably more than the others. But she’s closed off sometimes and i worry about her."

Joel was confused after that conversation. It wasn’t the impression he had by being around you those two times, and it made him curious about you.

Once their projects done, Joel and Tommy began their collaboration with your group, and everything went smoothly. The three of you sometimes bumped into each other at your office, and Joel regularly joined Tommy and you for pub nights or dinners.

You liked to be in the company of the brothers, knowing that their relationship had not always been easy, but that they seemed to be at peace in the face of past conflicts.

They were certainly different, but you found something common in them. They had a strong protective side and you teased them about that. You liked to listen to their childhood anecdotes and you gradually realized that you greatly appreciated Joel's presence and personality.

You planed to have a drink at the pub that night, but Tommy canceled at the last moment. Joel sent you a message:

"You and me?"

You'd already gone out two nights together without Tommy, and the idea pleased you. The atmosphere was different when one of the brothers was not there. No macho rivalry, no teenage jokes.

"Of course, see you tonight" you texted back with excitement.

In the pub you had a drink and Joel told you about Sarah who had recently joined her college in another state. Everything was going well for her, she got along well with her roomate, and she was coming back home for the next break. Joel felt a little lost, living first time alone in his house, but the resumption of construction sites was helping him.

"No girlfriend?" you asked him with curiosity in your gaze.

"No. Nothing serious for several years. I always wanted to dedicate all my time to Sarah."

"But there was something non serious then?" you said with a smirk.

"Something like that," Joel answered looking at his drink and smiling softly.

Joel Miller, the less verbose of the two brothers.

The evening continued, and watching him made you regret not having met him before. You had never felt that feeling toward him when you were a teenager, Joel was a few years older than you and Tommy, and you saw him as someone scowling and always annoying his brother. That moment you thought how distorted your image had been, and you wonder if you would have dated. Looking at him, you told yourself that you would have totally dated him.

You drove that idea out of your mind again.

Joel. Your best friend's brother. Who you work with. Your relationship with Stefan has just ended (again).

An hour later you offered to have some pizza at your place. He agreed and you drove there in your car and after arriving you ordered pizza.

"Whiskey ?" you asked heading to the kitchen.

"Do you have anything else?" Joel asked waiting for you to get the drinks.

"Nope", you replied with a smile and he laughed.

You got two glasses and the bottle and sat on the couch. The evening was going great. You smoked cigarettes, ate pizza, and talked a lot. He told you that he was happy about his job, and thanked your for helping him and Tommy.

You were always amazed to see how the two of you talked so easily. Over time,with practice you learned how to keep a conversation going with anyone, though you could never feel at ease with other people. But you are surprisingly comfortable with Joel where usually you take a long time to feel close to someone, confident. You wondered if it was related to the fact that he was Tommy's brother.

Joel was also comfortable, contradicting Tommy`s words who had always described him as a bear spending more time grumbling than communicating, staying away from people, avoiding relationships because the only important thing to him was Sarah.

You reached for your glass and at that moment he also leaned over to the coffee table to grab his. Your hands brushed each other’s, electricity filled the air between you and suddenly, all your resolutions went up in smoke.

Until then, there hadn’t been any inappropriate gestures. No brushing. No allusion.

You were closer than you had ever been, that moment seemed like an eternity. You heared a voice in your head telling you to step back, to sit back and cool off.

Joel. Your best friend's brother. Who you work with. Your relationship with Stefan has that just ended.

But you’d never been able to resist temptation. Moreover, you DIDN’T want to resist it. You loved the feelings that ignited. The tension. Quite the opposite of your professional attitude, or what you showed to those around you. You loved the passion that was filling your lungs, and at that very moment you felt it burning in the pit of your stomach.

After this moment, which actually lasted only a fraction of a second, your gaze that was previously fixed on your hands and glasses rose to Joel, whose eyes were fixed on you. As they had never been before.

Your gaze slid to his lips and back to his eyes. He was looking at you and then at your lips as well. You wanted to say something but could’t find any words. Your eyes fell again to his luscious lips, you couldn’t help it. You swallowed and the voice in your head disappeared.

You didn’t know if it's the fault of the alcohol drunk in the pub and at home, but you kissed him. Shyly. You stepped back and bit your lip, unable to cope with his gaze, while your mind was once again bombarded with dozens of questions.

Time froze for a moment before he took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you back. Gently. You put your hands on his and kissed him back. Less shyly that time. You broke the kiss.

You looked at each other, your breaths intensifying. He took your hand and said "come closer" You stood up, your eyes were hooked on each other.

"Sit at the back of the couch", you told him. He settled as you asked him, and you straddled him.

He put his hands on your hips and looked at your lips waiting for your next move. You leaned towards him and caressed his cheek, gently. Then you kissed him again.

You couldn’t resist pressing your crotch against his, and you moaned as you were devouring each other. Feeling his bulge you could already feel that he had a big cock.

You finally backed down, got up and took off your top and pants, keeping your bra and panties.

"Take off your clothes," you told him quietly. You watched him take off his t-shirt. He got up and took off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

"Let’s go upstairs" you told him leading the way. He followed you and grabed your wrist while you were still on the stairs.

You turned to him and he pinned you against the wall. "Reason will wait", you told yourself.

He pressed his torso against your breasts, his hands roaming your cheeks, your breasts, your hips. His tongue entered your mouth and mingled with yours. Your tongues crossed and searched each other more and more avidly.

His hand came to rest against your crotch, still covered with your panties. You knew you were already soaked. You had been since making out on the couch. And you had been dripping since he grabbed your wrist as you were climbing the steps.

"Damn sweetheart… you’re fucking soaked..."

You moaned when you heard his words.

He ran his middle finger over your slit. Pressed a little more firmly on your clit. It made your already soaked panties even wetter. He said in your ear, in a very low voice:

"I'm gonna eat your pussy baby. I'm gonna make you come on my fingers and on my cock. And I'm sure no one has ever made you come like that. Especially not that jerk that hadn‘t been able to make  you stay with him."

It seemed like you weren’t the only one with a dark side noone knew about.

"Take me to your bedroom", he ordered. He let go of your hand and followed you up the stairs. You felt his gaze on your ass. Once in your bedroom you turned back to him.

"Take off your bra" You did as he said.

"Wow... Your breasts are beautiful."

You couldn’t help but imagine what he had in mind at that moment, what he didn’t say, but his leer was revealing. Joel was imagining jerking off with them, or cumming on them. Or both.

He approached you and kissed you again, hands on your cheeks. The change in his attitude (sweet, animalistic, sweet again) made your head spin. You caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back. Your touch lingered on every muscle you were feeling under your fingers.

You took his hand and led him to your bed where you settled on your back, your head resting on the pillow.

He lied down next to you and kissed you. His hand went down to your breasts. He kissed your neck, your collarbone and went down to your breast which he took in his mouth hungrily.

After a few seconds he crawled down again until his face was facing your crotch. He removed your panties.

He stared at you, and it was a far cry from the look you had seen when you had first met each other at Alexandro's a few weeks ago. His warm smile turned carnal. The dominant side had taken over and you felt your pussy tighten.

He looked at your soaked pussy and ran his index finger between your lips. He used your wetness to rub your clit and spat on it.

Not that you needed it. But it electrified you.

"You like that baby girl?"

"Yeah… fuck… yeah"

"You’re naughty aren’t you ? You came across the right person."

He inserted two fingers into your pussy and spat on your clit again. You moaned.

He pulled his fingers out and ran his tongue over your pussy, from the hole to the clit. Flat.

"You're so fucking wet."

He stared at you. Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

"Look at me. Look at me when I’m eating your pussy."

You dropped down your gaze to keep the eye contact.

"You taste so good on my tongue, baby"

He slid his tongue in your dripping hole and began fucking you with it. His thumb rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder and louder.

He pushed his index and middle fingers into your pussy and sucked your bundle of nerves.

"Already gonna come sweetheart? I feel you squeezing my fingers."

"Joel... I... Yes... I'm gonna come"

"Come on my fucking fingers."

You exploded on his fingers and in his mouth.

His embrace didn’t not loose, he licked you to the last drop, until all your wetness was on his tongue.

"Joel wait.... It's too much"

"It’s not. You’re gonna give me another one, right now."

He pulled back and droped his saliva on your pussy.

"Oh god…"

He grined, hearing you. He spread your folds with his fingers and looked at the mess he created.

"Fuck baby…. You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you. You’ll become my little slut. You have that in you. I wasn't sure when I noticed it at first, but we're going to have a lot of fun you and me," he said looking at you with dark hungry eyes.

His confidence drove you crazy. How could he have this certainty so quickly? Did he see what was lurking deep inside you? That no one had ever seen?

While your thoughts were swarming, he breathed in your scent and stuck his tongue into your pussy and his ring finger went down to your ass. Wet from your juice that flowed to it. He pressed on your tight ring of muscle.

"The fuck… Joel ?!"

"Don't tell me you don't like it. Not a dirty girl like you." You moaned and squirmed again

"Come again baby. Give it to me."

You gripped his hair with your hands and brought your pussy as close to his mouth as possible. He inserted the tip of his ring finger into your ass, his index and middle fingers in your pussy, and focused on your clit with his tongue until you exploded again.

"Fuck baby.... You're gonna drive me crazy. If I had fucked you like that when I was younger I would have come in my boxers just hearing you moan like a slut."

He crawled up your naked body and kissed you. You felt your taste on his tongue and lips

"Like how you taste?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"Yes, so fucking hot," you replied with a breathy voice. He was pleased with your answer and quickly gave you another order.

"Get up and sit on the edge of the bed."

You did as he told, and found yourself facing his crotch, still covered in boxers. You saw the bulge and couldn’t hold back a choke. You glanced up at him.

" 's gonna be okay baby, you can do it," he said gently cupping your cheek. You swallowed your saliva, and tugged down his boxers. His cock sprang free.

"Fuck", you said, biting your lip.

"I know baby. I know."

You took it in your hand and droped saliva on the tip. You began jerking it off and then took it in your mouth. Just the tip, at the beginning. Time to get used to its girth. You swirled your tongue around the tip and heard him moan.

"You’re doing so well sweetheart." His hand was on the back of your head

Your mouth went down his member.

"Shit that’s so good baby."

You took it as deeper as you could. You felt his hips rolling towards you, he started fucking your mouth gently. Until his cock reached your throat. You gasped, but didn’t back down.

"Good girl", he mumbled getting greedy, impatient.

"Fuck you’re doing so good, taking me so well."

You pulled back until you got it out of your mouth and looked at it. A trickle of saliva connected your mouth to his cock.

"You're so beautiful baby. Can I fuck your mouth?" he asked, alternating between sweetness and animality that made you lose your mind.

You said ‘yes’ and took him in your mouth again letting him handle the movements. He put his hands on the sides of your head and sank into your mouth.

"Oh yeah..."

He sank deeper and deeper at a slow pace until it hit the back of your throat. His fists clenched into your hair and he held you in place. You gasped

"Stay like that honey. Don't move." Then he released his grip. You backed up to catch your breath.

"Again", he commanded.

You took it back in your mouth and he put his hands back on the side of your head. He inserted itself slowly into your throat and held you there. He moved his hand down your neck, and squeezed it until he felt his cock through your skin.

"Fuck… You take me so well." He pulled out of your mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Lie on your back, baby."

He lied down between your thighs. He kissed you and pressed his tip against your entrance. He stoped there, teasing you. He inserted his tongue into your mouth, and you swirled yours around his. He pulled away to look at you.

"Open wide, baby." You opened your mouth, he droped his saliva there and pushed his cock into you at the same time, up to half of it. He backed up and made another push, bottoming out.

"Oh fuck… Joel…. You’re so thick"

He set a slow and powerful rhythm.

"Yeah take it honey... Take it good."

Your head sank into your pillow, as you tilted it back. You felt your walls tighten against him.

"Yeah squeeze me like that, keep doing it."

You wraped your legs around his waist and followed his moves.

"You're doing well. You take me so well."

Meanwhile he kissed your lips, your jaw, your neck. He caresseed your cheeks. His gestures were gentle, the opposite of the power he was imposing on your pussy. You moaned and ran your hands over his arms, his shoulders.

"On all fours baby." You followed his command getting on your hands and knees. He sank into you and bottomed out

"Oh fuck", you exclaimed.

His hands clung to your hips and began pistoning into you. Your head was resting on the pillow as you suffered his cock strokes, that were going even deeper than before. He set an increasingly powerful pace, then spread your cheeks.

He spat his saliva on your asshole and put his thumb against it. You tightened against his finger.

"You like that, baby?"

"Y… shit… Yeah i love that"

"Dirty girl..."

He kept pounding you.

"Touch yourself baby. Come on my cock and on my thumb. Squeeze them while you come. Come on baby."

You brought your fingers to your clit and started rubbing it.

"Faster Joel. Please"

He picked up the pace, to the point that you started screaming.

"Oh yeah baby? Go ahead, scream. Show all your neighbors how well you get fucked by my big cock."

His words pushed you over the edge and you came hard, clutching his cock and his thumb. He continued to fuck you for a few minutes, at a frenzied pace, while you were weakened from your orgasm and its power. You heard his moans increasing, he pulled out and stood by the bed.

"On your knees, tongue out."

You watched him jerk off while he was devouring you with his eyes. He put his cock on your tongue and you felt the ropes of cum covering your tongue, your mouth and your throat. He was jerking off until his balls were emptied.

"Swallow."

It was the first time you fucked. And you already knew you’d be under his spell. You just hoped he wouldn’t burn you in flames.

Part 2

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