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evmrellie · 7 months ago

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Labyrinth | s.r x gn!reader

summary: You're scared about your feelings for Spencer. Insp by labyrinth from Taylor Swift.

genre: fluffly and hurt/comfort. pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader (I'm a girl so I wrote going on this way, but I think I didn't gave any descriptions abt being one, so it's totally safe for gn!readers <333 if I did, I'm sorry, I didn't notice.) words: 1,3K warnings: family issues, inexperienced!reader, reader never being in a relationship before, insecurity, anxiety, mention of toxic relationships (not between reader and anyone else) notes: hiii, this is my first oneshot so plss be nice 😭✋🏻 im not used to write like this, but I'm so obsessed with Spencer and I had this idea and I couldn't just let go. English it's not my first language, so forgive me if any mistakes or if u guys don't understand smth. not proofread. hope you guys like it !! <3

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

You've never trusted relationships, not that you had experienced any, but what you saw growing up? What you were used to? Didn't make you want to get into one in the first place.

You never denied that you've dreamed about that; finding a true love and a nice, healthy relationship since you saw all your friends living it. That hurted you a little, but you learned how to live with it.

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You tried to catch your breath, adjusting it as much as possible. You were used to unlearn the ability of breathing when you were around people who made you nervous, especially if you had a slightly crush on them. Actually, you unlearn every normal thing that humans do when they interact, it's like a part of your brain stops working and refused to turn it on again. He loved to make you embarrassed, especially in front of pretty nerd ish boys.

The first time you met Spencer it consumed all of your brain chemistry. Day and night making fantasies of how it would be meeting the boy again with the help of destiny, falling in love and maybe being obsessed with you the same way you were with him. But you knew that it was just a fantasy and it would never happen, it was just your brain trying to distract you from the real world and your real problems.

It was a nice escape though.

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Everything happened so fast in your time vision, it terrified you of how easy he was able to get through it. You were always scared of relationships because, yeah, it was nice and easy to fantasy about it, but to actually live it? That scared the shit out of you. All your Inexperience, insecurities and traumas couldn't be fixed from one day to another.

Everything that you learned from your parents was that if you dived in too quickly, it would be a mistake. Not only from your parents, but also from people you were close to, seeing their relationship rise too fast and going effortlessly and awfully down.

You never understood why they keept doing it, sinking into the same situation over and over again, sometimes with the same or a different guy. How they kept being pulled and compelled by it? You didn't understand because you never felt it.

It was so scary how relationships could rise so fast and sink at the same speed.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

You understood why they kept like that in the worst — best— way possible.

When it first hit you that you were falling in love with Spencer felt like a harsh slap in your face, leaving red bruises and a terrible burning in. You didn't want to accept it, it was frightening to actually let it in.

Was getting hard with the passing time, he wasn't getting any easier and neither were his loving and caring acts. I mean, how could someone like him be so.. careful with you? You felt like a broken piece who would never be loved and receive this kinda of treatment, it was starting to confuse you.

You knew he wasn't the type of person who liked being touched or touching other ones, but with you? Every possibility of being close to you, hugging you, touching your hand and giving a sweet cuddle in that same spot was driving you insane. He made sure that any free time he had, he spent with you. Or even at work, in his free time that he used to call you.

Reid talked to you about his mom and his abandonment issues with his father so openly that made you open yourself with him too. You didn't want to scare him telling him about your family situation or make him think you're a weird, problematic person, but you couldn't let him vent to you and not say a thing. He hasn't change with you. In fact, it only bought you both closer.

You ended up accepting what you felt for him, you didn't want to fight against it, deep down was a comfort feeling. For the first time you felt what everyone around you always talked about. And oh god, it really was an amazing feeling. But no, you would never tell him that. The thought of how this could end so fast after telling him that because probably it wasn't reciprocal, hurted you so bad that keeping it to yourself was the best decision you could make.

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice called you off of your own thoughts, his Cheshire Cat smile growing as he saw your face turning into a shade of burgundy.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like a deer lost in the headlights.” He snorted a laugh.

“What?! I'm not-“

He interrupted you, getting up from the chair where he was lost doing his usual puzzles. Spencer walked over to you, resting one of his hands on your face while the other one brushed away a few strands of hair that fell into your eyes. You automatically snuggled your face between Spencer's hands, smirking and closing your eyes, enjoying the gentle caress his fingers made on your cheeks.

“Tell me, please.” He begged you, you could easily hear the smile into his words. He was always so polite, it made you want to scream into a pillow and kick your feets in the air.

You sighed, tired to hide how you felt.

“Honestly? About you. I think I already fell for you.”

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

You were scared of his reaction, to look at him and see his eyes falling in pity for you; About him suddenly telling you to go home because he didn't felt the same and saying that this wouldn't work between you two. But to be honest, you couldn't hide anymore, not for him and not for yourself. You needed to break free from this labyrinth you created on your mind, there's no way you could keep up with this and stay cool like it didn't made your chest burn everytime you looked at him.

He surprised you by just laughing softly.

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

“Well, i’m pretty sure i am terriefiedly in love with you.”

You swore that if this was a joke you would combust and turn into a million pieces of yourself, no one would ever find you again.

Your eyes caught up at his sparkling hazel irises that conveyed how much he begged for the same answer. You always felt something carving like a dagger inside your chest when he looked at you like that, like you could break him with any wrong do.

It was absolutely terrifying how easy he broke you to this, to this situation where you could never lie and deny that you felt the exactly same for him. You were head over heels for him. Not in a million of worlds you could imagine that Spencer Reid felt the same thing you did for him, but you were also pretty sure that you were the one who would end up with the heart completely shattered if this ever come to an end.

“I love you so much, Spence.” You said, and then his lips parted open and you were able to feel his sweet taste coming into yours.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spenced feid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x gn reader #spencer reid x fem!reader

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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HI PO :DD IM THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR THE KUYA HOBIE STORY FROM S COUPLE WEEKS AGO HAHA

ANYWAYS

Do you mind if you write like a Hobie Brown x Reader where it’s like that one scene in Howls Moving Castle where the readers like getting harassed by police officers and he just comes in out of nowhere as Spider Punk sayin “There you are sweetheart, sorry i’m late.”

THIS HAS BEEN MARINATING IN MY MIND FOR WEEKS DHJFHFJF

ANYWAYS TY I LOVE UR WORK AS ALWAYS KAIRI 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

BCEIBFUIRBVIRBIV THAT MAKES ME HAPPY KNOWING I MAKE YOU SO HAPPY <:DD AND OMG I WAS ACTUALLY THINKING OF THAT BEFORE TOO???????? BEJIBFEIBIFRBVIRIV YESYESYES I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

that's my dear. – hobie brown x gn!reader

petrified and unsure of what to do, the two police officers who called your attention as they eyed you up and down with mischievous and devilish gleams in their eyes had approached you ever so slowly, making you step back even further away from them as they kept nearing you the more you backed away. they started their little one-sided 'banter' with you through questions of where you were going, or what a 'pretty little doll' like you was doing by themselves, walking down this dim, creepy alleyway all alone. you answered them in a small voice at first, since you were a bit intimidated and scared of them for being so close to you and smiling so... eagerly as they looked you up and down.

they chuckled to themselves as they called you a 'cute little mouse' for sounding like you were squeaking out your answers. they kept commenting on how adorable you looked, asking you if you had any partner or someone that wouldn't be too pleased to find out a couple of cops you happened upon were just merely teasing you, but the way you saw it, they went above and beyond the border of 'teasing, they were harassing you. they were disgusting, they kept creeping closer towards you as you tried to back off and run in the opposite direction; whispers of pleading you to stay in a baby-like voice and chuckles from the police officers filled your ears as you felt your breath hitching in your chest. you felt a massive weight on your shoulders and back and your voice faltering as you kept muttering under your breath in a begging plea to 'please... leave me alone...'

"well, i'm awfully late, now aren't i, dearest?"

the voice that called out to you was smooth and languid, it was relaxed, nonchalant, even; it was also extremely... familiar. you shuddered a bit as you felt their hand on your shoulder, and the warmth you felt from their touch soothed you in a way. you looked up, and they faced you as they cast their gaze lower and smirked at you. "hobart...!" you silently murmured his name as he chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close towards his chest, causing your heart to beat quickly and throb as a heat filled your cheeks and caused a burning sensation in your throat as you yearned to thank him for coming, but he didn't want you to thank him yet.

hobie looked at the officers with a raised eyebrow as the two began to slowly back away, seeing how intimate he was with you, they figured they'd be in a world of trouble if you told him just how disrespectful and creepy these two were being towards you. they tried to act all friendly around hobie, say they were merely joking around with you and that 'you weren't hurt at all by what happened', that they were merely admiring how beautiful you were, but hobie could see through their lies and leaned towards them; he practically hovered over them as he eyed them down, being so tall and all, he was just so frightening to them.

"sure y'were... anyway, there you were, sweetheart. sorry i'm late, but let's make haste now, love, can't let our dinner table for two wait, can we?" he told you with a cheeky grin as you clung on to his chest, with hobie webbing the officers' feet together while they were too busy looking up at his eyes in fear. the two bumbling cops tried to head back to their car but ended up stumbling over each other and knocking their heads down on the hard pavement below.

you flinched at the sound, but hobie held your shoulders with both of his hands and reassured you, all would be fine now. he put on his mask and looked at you through his painted-like lenses, his hand extended towards you. "how 'bout i take you away from here, love, get you away from these lousy idiots?" he offered you with a comforting tone as you ended up taking his hand. "please, take me away, hobart..." you pleaded with him as you let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his neck, signaling hobie to finally do what he's dreamed of doing with you this whole time.

as he swung off into the distance, with the two of you in mid-air, he smiled and chuckled at your calmer than expected reaction and held you closer to his chest. "you're a natural, dear." he complimented you, which made you flustered a bit and show a hint of a smile on your face. hobie's hands were so soft and comforting, they were nothing like the other men who've held you, it was merely in his hands that you felt what true affection and adoration really was like, even if it wasn't worded out... you could tell, he loved you so, so very much.

he dropped you off at your room by your home, sneaking you in through the window and hanging around for a short while to make sure there was nothing else that was about to harm you. he pulled his mask off his head and showed you his wide, brilliant grin and charming, chestnut brown eyes as you looked at him with a bashful grin and a flustered face from how intimate the impromptu 'adventurous' swinging-around-town date ended up being. you approached him by the window to see him off, and you placed both hands of yours on either sides of his face--and as you gazed at his eyes that were filled with pure devotion towards you... you pulled him in close for a quick, but tender and passionate, kiss.

as hobie pulled away, he smirked at you and couldn't keep his eyes off you, off every single part of you that was too perfect to not adore. "that's my dearest... and i promise you, that table for two dinner date, i'll make it come true, if you'll have me." he said with a slight wink at you, which made your heart skip a beat as you smiled even wider at him as he muttered a 'love you', pulled his mask back down, and swung off into the distance.

to be loved by a boy named hobie brown... it was a feeling more ethereal and cathartic, and enchanting, than the love of any other person you ever knew in your life; and dare you say, you had hoped for that table for two dinner date to become a reality tonight. nothing wrong with hoping, no?

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn @conitagray

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kittyamore0 · 2 years ago

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Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

#billy lenz #slasher community #billy lenz x reader #black christmas #bride of chucky #childs play #tiffany valentine #carrie white #carrie 1976 #carrie white x reader #jennifer body #jennifer check #jennifer check x reader #chucky #house of wax #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x you

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years ago

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Dear my Penpal,

Happy Irodori Festival!

This is the first time for me to write a letter to someone, so I'm quite intrigued to see who I'll get, haha. If you receive this, then that's great— it means that it's working and the postal office hadn't decided to leave my letter unsent.

Enough about that, I'm hoping you're having a great day so far. Please remember to take care of yourself, and to take breaks if you deem it necessary. Maybe in the future, you and I can meet up somewhere in Inazuma. I'm planning to head there for the festival, so I hope to see you during the festivities!

— Vermiculis Creatio

cw: body horror, yokais, yandere behavior, completely strange plot in general lol

a/n: iM SORRY HE'S MEAN I HAVE NO GRUDGE AGAINST YOU I THINK YOUR PEN NAME IS SUPER DOPE BUT HE IS JUST MEAN TTT___TTT

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"Hana ni arashi," the wanderer muttered with his hand slightly reaching for the sky, awaiting the inevitable raindrops.

His foretold half-jokes about rain materialized as he prophesied in the letter. Many had fled to find protection from the joy-ending rain, but he remained motionless beneath Ritou's tanabata tree. Earlier today, he was discreetly observing the festival's vendors and books as he wandered around with lordly nonchalance, making remarks about humanity's consistently obnoxious literature despite his irminsul shenanigans.

"So the protagonist still wanders as an object-apparition in the end?" Wanderer muttered as he clapped the book shut. "How dull."

Seems like no matter how much he tampered with the white tree, the dead will never come back to life.

He had little to examine now that all the stalls were protected by larger stores and private residences. The fact that the branches and his hat had failed to keep the drifter from getting wet didn't bother him. Instead, he observed the droplets smear the paper wishes that were hung on the tree.

'This year, I'm going to be a doctor.'

'Let's all solve world hunger!!! - Kav.'

'Here's to hoping I retire this year haha!'

'I'm going to graduate and live with my husband in Inazuma City.'

'I want to be loved.'

'I WANT TO BE LOVED.'

The wanderer scoffed.

Such a simple yet difficult wish.

"Loved in what way? Loved in reverence? Loved out of fear? Loved as a friend? Loved like how a mother would do so with her child?" He snatched the wish off the tree and squinted his eyes.

"Loved as though you're someone's missing half?"

He scoffed and crumpled the soggy paper.

"Mortals. They can't be trusted to hold even an iota of freedom and independence. Always with the need to be shackled by shallow relations."

The wanderer may muse that out loud, but his entire being defied his proclamations.

What a hypocrite he is, spouting nonsense about relationships when he's here to rekindle something forgotten...

"H-Hey, you there! What on earth are you standing in the middle of the rain for? This is no time for sightseeing."

The wanderer flinched and his face lit up.

Wanderer was glad to hear that voice again.

He turned around, and he found you. You firmly held a red umbrella above your head as you stood beside him. Confused by his awfully timed contemplations, you gently grabbed his arm.

Huh... Why didn't he feel anything when you touched him?

"We need to get you under a roof, pronto," you implored. "That hat of yours isn't doing you any favors."

The wanderer made an effort not to look at the parasol. You didn't seem to be aware that the object you were holding contained some peculiar energy. He didn't say a word about how the eye in your red umbrella moved, hoping to amuse himself later once you worked it out.

He might use it to frighten you later. Irodori festivals feature a ton of yokai events, so it wouldn't harm to have you scream.

"Oh wow, really? I didn't notice," he snarled. "'Preciate your concern, but I don't care."

"Please?"

"Please, what?" He closed his eyes, restraining himself from making eye contact with your cursed parasol.

That yokai you're holding does feel special...

"Come with me?" You frowned. "The others are worried about you."

"Why do locals always love to prattle on such meaningless concerns."

"Haha," you sheepishly scratched your neck. "You know, you kind of remind me of my pen pal."

Finally.

"If I remind you of a pen pal of yours, then you must have the mind of a worm."

"Hey—"

You stopped.

"... Oh... OH!!!"

He smirked.

"So it was y—"

"Believe what you want, worm."

"Oh, come on. The meaning behind that pen name was pretty neat, and I was—"

"Not the brightest student in the Haravatat," the wanderer sighed. "At least you don't have an execrable lack of imagination, I'll acknowledge that much. If I handed that letter to Madam Faruzan, I imagine she would be distraught."

"You don't know that."

No, he does. But he also knows that Madam Faruzan praised the worm for their literacy on forgotten languages.

Vermiculus, meaning little larva or worm, and creatio, which doesn't take a genius to figure out it pertains to "creation."

"Do you even know who Madam Faruzan is?"

"Only whispers. As much as I want to write to her, I admit, I've never exchanged letters before you, so..."

So you don't know who she is after the revision?

Good.

One less person to get in his way.

"A-Anyways, we ought to take shelter from the rain! Come on, already."

With enough strength, you successfully sprint him out of the tanabata tree's shade. You were more focused on getting him out that the thought of checking for his pulse never occurred to you.

You used to be sharper than that.

"Does a little rain make you upset? And here I thought worms like the rain for their moisture."

"S-Seriously?" You heaved, breathless. "Y-You're making jokes? And h-how are you not out of breath?"

Wanderer stayed quiet after that remark, emulating human breathing.

You used to be acquainted with traveling, what happened to your stamina?

Wanderer's revision does not change the past entirely. It only erases this world's memory of him.

It does not make the dead come back to life.

"Stop."

"Hah?"

He seized the opportunity to check your pulse.

...

The wanderer tried not to look at y̶o̶u̶r̶ the parasol.

"(Y/n)."

"... Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I'm not talking to you," he gritted his teeth. "I'm talking to the kasa-obake."

He took the umbrella away from y̶o̶u̶r̶ the person's hand, his grip softening when he secured it.

"(Y/n)..."

The moving eye looked frightened.

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"Have you heard about this story, Scara? In Inazuma, there was a woman who bought an umbrella from a shrine. One rainy day, she thought about using her umbrella, but then suddenly, she received a message informing her that her husband died in battle. She got sick and died in a few days to supposedly look for her lover in the afterlife. After that, people said the umbrella was cursed and the shrine maidens sealed it away."

"... Is that supposed to be an attempt at being scary?"

"Not really? I don't know. On nights like this, traveling with you can be deadly silent. I only wished to make it a bit more lively" you shrugged. "But you know, I think I get why I remembered that tale out of the blue."

"Sure, worm. Tell me about it when I'm not falling asleep."

"You don't need sleep, you're a puppet. Anyways, I think I shared that story 'cause I subconsciously realized I'm getting attached to you."

"What does that have to do with some umbrella yokai story?"

"I'm just saying that if you went through Dottore's plans and came out as a different person, I think I'd fall ill too."

"And die? And have your beloved worms claim your body?"

"Hmm, I suppose so, yes," you affirmed his disbelief casually. "Vermiculis Creatio. If I die, let them feast and claim my vessel as their own. My soul doesn't need my old body. Maybe you should make me a puppet like you, see what happens."

"Is that a promise?"

"If it'll make you less lonely and feel loved as a new Archon? Then yes,

it's a promise."

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The wanderer grabbed the body's arm again.

"What are you doing? That hurt."

He dug his thumb deep within y̶o̶u̶r̶ the body's wrist.

Small insects.

Larva.

Worms.

The entire time, he was not speaking to (Y/n) (L/n).

He was speaking to their animated corpse.

Scaramouche grinned.

Perfect.

"W-Worms...?!"

"I'll be stealing this umbrella from you."

"Hold on- what?! Hold on, how did you tear through my skin like that, why are there worms inside my—"

"I'm not giving it back, so run away now."

"But—"

"This umbrella means a lot more to me than you. This umbrella has more life than you do."

He pushed them aside.

"So why don't you bury yourself and claim their rotting body like the good little worm that you are?"

Scaramouche caressed the cursed parasol. His eyes were wide, unhinged, but there was no breathing heard amidst the strong rain. As the corpse ran afraid, he tenderly hugged the umbrella and whispered as though it had ears to listen to his madness.

He laughed manically, softly kissing its closed eye.

His true missing half is finally here, encircled by his arms.

"Don't worry, my (Y/n). I'll make you a worthy vessel that will never be defiled by worldly filth."

#ansy-writes #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere wanderer #yandere wanderer x reader #tag: pen pal or yokai

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queenofbaws · 6 months ago

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heyyy queenie hope ur doin well!! bit of a curveball but im Curious since ive been brain rotted with it lately, so could i ask for whump prompt 13 for the scream franchise?? any characters/movie u want, but id love u to take a stab (tee hee hee) at it :]

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

There were a lot of emotions playing across Mindy's face as Amber pulled the knife out: doubt, intrigue, disbelief, something that could only be described as pre-schadenfreude...but worry wasn't among them. Neither were its closest cousins, concern and fear, so Tara had to figure the sudden uptick in her pulse was, in fact, solely her issue. If Mindy wasn't worried, then there probably wasn't anything to worry about. Period.

Probably.

"Sick, right?" Amber flicked her wrist, a flourish that immediately came across as practiced even to her untrained eyes, and the butterfly knife click-click-clicked around her fingers before snapping back into place. "Copped it at a gun show this weekend with my dad. Guy running the stall said I was a natural."

"Why am I not surprised?" Tara snickered, then feigned a frightened little noise and pulled away when Amber turned, holding it out towards her. "You know if anyone catches you messing with that thing, like, right outside of school, they're gonna take it, right? You do get that? It makes sense to you? In your brain?"

She pulled a face, scrunching her nose up. "Uh, no they won't."

"Uhhh, why not?"

With another click-click-clack, she spun the knife around. "How're they gonna take it from me? I've got a kniiife."

Before she could pull away, Amber took one of Tara's hands in hers, laying it flat on the table they were sitting at. She laid her own hand perfectly on top of it, lining their fingers up until Tara's hand disappeared entirely.

"Want to see the coolest trick?"

"Uh." That was it. That was all she had time to say before Amber flexed her hand - both their hands, really - and their fingers spread wide, and...and she understood what she was about to do. Her eyes widened. "Hey, wait, nononononono!"

"Chillax, I've been doing it all week and I've still got all my fingers. You're in good hands."

"Famous last words." Though she'd been going on quite the face journey across the table, Mindy had been awfully quiet until then. Now, as Amber switched her grip on the knife, holding it more like a caveman getting ready to strike, she leaned forward with her elbows on the table, pointing her phone down at their hands.

Pre-schaudenfreude. Yeah. Tara had been right on the money with that one.

"Seriously?" Amber scoffed, "What? You think I'm gonna get performance anxiety or something?"

She sniffed once, Mindy, then shrugged one of her shoulders. Her phone didn't budge. "Nah, I just want to make sure I get this clusterfuck on video so there's evidence in the inevitable personal injury suit Tara's gonna file against you when you slice her open like an Amazon box."

Amber raised her eyes to Mindy's, her expression inscrutable. "I'd stab myself first, duh. That's the whole point of putting my hand over hers."

"Oh yeah, totally," she nodded. "The whole point, mhm. Well this is for you too, because when you stab yourself, then, I can send it to America's Funniest Home Videos. They give out cash rewards for the really funny ones, don't they?"

"Hilarious."

Tara braced herself as Amber readjusted, rolling her shoulders and assuming her focus-face. Ooh, she didn't want to be a part of the finger-stabby-knife-game-thing, she didn't want to be a part of that at all, but what choice did she have? If she pulled away, it'd knock Amber's concentration off! If she just sat there and took it, the risk of getting stabbed was literally exactly the same! There was no winning here, no getting out it, no -

"Hey guys!"

The choice was made for her.

Wes slammed his hands on the table as he joined them, sliding up from behind to sit on her other side. It startled her so badly that she could only pull away, jolting like a cat with its tail stepped on. Across the table, Mindy groaned, and beside her, Amber similarly jumped, and while her poor, asthmatic little lungs really didn't appreciate the sudden scare, her poor, unstabbed little fingers sure did.

"What's going on? Why're we all hunched over and whispery?" he asked, but the only answer she had for him with a quick smack on the wrist. "Ow?"

"Why would you do that?" she breathed a second later, the tension leaving her in one huge whooping rush. "That wasn't cool! You could've - " But as luck would have it, that was where her lecturing came to a close. Her eyes had flicked to the side for just a second, a natural human reaction, and what she'd seen...well, she wasn't sure what to make of it. "...what?" Tara asked, glancing between Amber and Mindy.

"So America's Funniest Home Videos then, huh?" Mindy's eyebrows went up as her phone went down. "If I was a pettier person, just so you know? This is where I'd be saying I told you so. But I'm not! Lucky you."

It took her a moment longer than she would've liked to figure out what that could've possibly meant. When she did, she startled all over again, almost jumping out of her seat as she spun to look at Amber. "Ohmygod - did you - ?!"

"I'm. Fine," she said through gritted teeth, looking anything but.

She did get up then, standing from the table's bench to circle around and - the noise that came out of her was a little too embarrassing to describe. "Fine? You're fine?! You have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg!"

Wes paled immediately, turning to Mindy with wide eyes, no doubt hoping she'd shed some light on the situation. She didn't, surprising no one, and instead glanced towards the front doors of the school, waving Chad over to join them when she spotted him across the way. "Well here's the good news, Am," she said, not even trying to hide her amusement, "I think you can definitely still salvage that psychosexual homoerotic tension you were going for with that brilliant stunt. Just yank that puppy out, let Tara stick a finger in there and wiggle it around a little. No harm, no foul. Everybody wins!" Then, under her breath but still more than loud enough for them all to hear over Amber's harsh breathing, "Especially me, once your idiot-ass goes viral."

#sammyloomis #six sentence weekend #queenie writes scream #scream #ashhHHHH THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE 😭 truly you are a saint #i hope i have even APPROXIMATED everyone's voices all right.......and i hope you got a kick out of this after waiting so long! lskjdflkjsdf

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creativebrainrot · 4 months ago

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okay rambling time actually

i have so many identity issues (?) no one ever really sees me the way i see my self and i know thats because im currently incapable of allowing myself to act as I am due to my trauma caused by my father.

a n y confidence or personal opinion i dared to state as fact would get interrogated or questions or invalidated and that's resulted in me constantly, involuntarily, cushioning all my language in the tone "or whatever lol something like that lmao idk im just a stupid silly little guy!!! ive never had a thought ever lol lmao !!!!!!!!!" and I genuinely resent that.

its hard to break out of though because I do, also, enjoy purposefully joking like that. I can draw a line between that and my default behavior, its just hard; since the divorce, since his death, since finally being well and truly free, I have had to re-write myself. I'm doing better than ever yeah, this so called chrysalis phase of my life has by all account been awfully stress free, I am grateful for that.

I will never be grateful for being forced in to the molds I was by my father, I hope he rots alone in purgatory. To get back on topic- I am trying to 'fix' this, to rewrite myself into who I really am. It's kinda hard though; when your default is 120% "heehoo i am a sillay little gnome ive never had a thought in my life i am goofy !!!!" then anytime you do speak, plainly, like anyone else would, you feel like all of a sudden you're being "harsh" or "too serious." I know thats not true but part of me does, at least a little, fear that when I've grown into who I want to be the ones I love now won't be there / won't love me the same- I know that's unlikely, I know it won't happen, that if we fade from eachother it'd probably be for other reasons than my speech changing slightly. Because nothing else will change about me I'm not going to actually "get meaner" i'm simply a little frightened that's how it would sound to some.

But, you know. if, self-confidence and the real personality I have coming forward means I lose friends then were we ever really friends? in a way. I don't know but anyway that's only a small fear because I have deadpan phases and deadpan friends/people around me already.

It's the convincing myself to stop panicking everytime I let myself be confident or stoic or sure and secure. The day I've worked through most of the trauma that causes me intense anxiousness and insecurity is the day I can finally thrive and be me.

You don't know how tired I am of cushioning myself in language and tone that says "I am small. I am anxious. I am silly, goofy, tiny, harmless. I am not a threat. I am incapable of being a threat."

because people listen to you. and now that my father is dead and gone I got nothing to be traumatically defensive about like that.

#creativelyrottedmind #open journal #trauma mentions #the funniest part is that I'm not remotely afraid of confrontation.#normal conversation blindsiding me whilst shopping? oh dear god oh fuck oh no #someone trying to start shit with me? Oh yeah i know how this works lets go fucker #like. stop it.#what do you MEAN it causes me MORE anxiety to have to Move Like A Normal Man in the grocery store #than to fight someone verbally.#shows what i grew up with i guess #anyhow. i know who i am. i want to show that man more openly and proudly and confidently without the anxiety of expecting #the previous abuse I faced #i think i can get there #i am not 'a silly little guy' i am someone who has silly little guy moments #i wanna be seen as a comforting presence to my friends if possible but i want that to be associated with masculine traits/ my traits.#not the fake defensive traits ive been committing to since I was 12 to minimize abuse I'd be subjected to

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words-for-holland · 4 years ago

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Always Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Sometimes dating a celebrity is hard...but Tom & Y/N have always said no matter what happens they could get through anything. Some angst but a lot of fluff.

A/N: So sorry for leaving yall hanging! Life is just crazy right now and this blog needs a lot of TLC tbh!! Also ehh I def dont think this was my best work but enjoy?

“Oof” Y/N lets out as she plops on to her boyfriend who was lying comfortable on the couch. Tom groaned at the impact with a cheeky smile on his face, his arms instantly wrapping around Y/N’s frame.

“Y’know..there are empty seats right there.” The soft brown-eyed boy gestured with the flick of his thick head as Y/N raises her eyes looking down at him, pretending to be slightly offended.

“Oh I see how it is then. It’s cool...Ill just cuddle with Tessa instead. I know she would welcome me with open arms instead of—” As she slowly starts getting off his chest, Tom is quick to pull her back in, securing her with his strong arms. “No baby, I was just kidding. I want you right here, and Im never letting you go.” he pleas.

The only thing Y/N could manage was letting out a fit of giggles into his chest, a sound that Tom adored and would do absolutely anything to hear every minute of every day. They stay like this for a while enjoying the feeling of each other as they both run their hands into each others hair, the feeling of their chests moving up and down, the subtle thumps of their heartbeats, and the little slips of adoration that came out of their mouths. It was peaceful. A moment that nobody could really take a way because it was theirs.

Y/N casually pulls up her phone, and scrolls through Twitter when she noticed a particular tweet on her timeline. Her eyebrows furrow, as she read the 160 character message.

Why Tom Holland Should Be With Aaliyah Cole and Dump Y/N: A Thread.

She knew it wasnt a good idea to open up the thread. She knew very well that everything within the shallow string of tweets would be a complete waste of her time because it was made up by fans who just wanted to satisfy their fantasy of shipping Tom with his co-star. Who can blame them? They always had great chemistry, but it was part of the job and thats all it would ever be.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Tom murmurs, as he places soft kisses at the crown of her head. “Whats going on?” She was lucky her phone was facing away from Tom, quickly closing the app and pretending to be on one of her many tabs in Safari.

“Mmm..nothing.” Y/N lies softly, a tight-lipped smiled plastered on her face.

“Absolute bullocks. Youre not a very good liar.” He chuckles. “Tell me darling. Whats on your mind?”

Y/N rolls her eyes in response. She’s heard that comment one too many times in her life from everyone shes known. After not giving it much thought, she gives in, sighing heavily. “Dont judge me for what Im about to say.”

“Mmm...I think it might depend on wha— Ow” Tom reacts as he playfully rubs the side of his chest that Y/N hit. “Okay too soon for jokes. Go on.”

Again, Y/N sighs as she props herself up. “Its just ... well a lot of your fans keeps talking about wanting you to get with Aaliyah.” She looks down trying not to make eye contact with Tom, who she’d imagine was looking at her with annoyance.

Tom rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness. Not so much at Y/N but the fact that some of his fans just didnt want to accept the fact that he was happy with Y/N. If it had to come from his mouth to stop the stupid rumors and give his girlfriend peace, then hed gladly yell it from the rooftops for everyone to hear. “Thats it Im making a statement about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in fear, scrambling to prevent him from grabbing his phone on the table next him. “No no no no.” She repeatedly declines. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Darling, Im not going to stand here and watch you get all insecure because of their delusional ship.”

“Yeah well Im not gonna be the reason your fans hate me because Im getting in the way of your friendship with Aaliyah Cole.” She fires back.

Tom was ready to open his mouth only to be cut off once again. “And you know better. That is how your fans will always see it.”

“Okay, are you done?” He calmly asked, cautiously observing her. Rarely did Y/N ever get worked up about anything, but when she had her tangents, Tom always made sure she got off everything she needed to say before he becomes her voice of reason.

“Yeah, I guess.” she says feeling defeated. “Look its whatever and Im tired, can we just let this go and forget this whole conversation even happened?”

Tom was unconvinced, but didnt want to push her further. So reluctantly, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Y/N as they both tried to lull themselves to sleep.

***

Y/N wasnt sure how she ended up in the Tube. It was strange how the lights flickered off the rusted tile floor. The train was no where to be seen, but off to the side of the railroads was pitch black, she could hardly see beyond. To her right she noticed herself standing in the corner of the room, and to her surprise Aaliyah was there. Her milk chocolate kissed skin, and fashionably long frizzy hair dropped down past her shoulders. Her figure long and poised, as she wore a rain jacket and sweats. An outfit only she could pull off and make it look like she was a model for Vogue. Aasliyah smiles brightly at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She says cheerfully as a genuine friend would.

To Y/N’s surprise she greeted her back in the same tone. “Hey Aaliyah...uhh whats going on?” Y/N wasnt sure if she wanted the answer of how they both ended up in the Tube or if she truly wanted to know how her day went.

“Well Im getting ready to present at the Oscars.” She replies, a smile plastered as if she was so excited about it, almost too excited like she was keeping a secret.

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Im so proud of you Aaliyah! Who are you taking?”

Aaliyah pauses for a few moment looking back and forth, making sure no one else was around. “Okay can you keep a secret?” She whispered.

Y/N nods her head slowly, not having the slightest clue of what was going on. “Im taking Tom. I think he really likes me, and well...I like him too! Do you think maybe I should ask him when we go?” Aaliyah asked genuinely. It was almost like she had no recollection of Y/N and Tom being a couple. “I think we would look good together. Everyone is already making rumors and ships about us.”

Y/N backs aways lowly only to bump into a broad figure. As she turns around she sees Tom, emotionless and almost sad. “Y/N.” He speaks out. “I dont think this is going to work out. Im leaving you.”

Y/N’s heart quickens, and her breaths become shorter as she tries to find a way to run. Running and running into the darkness, until all she could hear was Tom’s faint voice calling out her name.

***

“Y/N! Y/N! Baby wake up please.” Tom cries as he gently shakes his girlfriend from her disturbed sleep.

Quickly Y/N opens her eyes and clutches on to Toms hoodie firmly. Back home, and in Toms arms. It was a dream was all she thought. A sigh of relief escaping from her mouth.

“Darling...” he speaks softly, worried about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him and nods frantically. “Mmm..bad dream.”

“Yeah it seemed like it. You were so frightened...I was scared. What happened?” He’s looking at her, trying to read her saddened eyes, wanting to desperately understand what scared her so he could make it all go away for her.

Y/N looks down at her fiddling hands, as she sits on the couch. “I uhh...” she lets out a chuckle, thinking of the ridiculousness of it all. “I uhh...dreamed about Aaliyah going to the oscars and saying how she loved you and how you two are perfect for each other. When I turned around I saw you but you werent happy and said you were leaving me.”

Tom doesnt say a word, all he could think about was how sorry he felt to put Y/N in this position. Though both of them knew, It wasnt Toms fault, or anyone’s for that matter. Feelings are feelings and that was okay. No human being was ever born perfect and without insecurities.

Y/N always tried to be a good sport with situations like this knowing every shippers theory and evidence were hardly ever true, but at some point there was only so much she could take before it all came out like an oil spill. Maybe it was a sign that she wasnt good enough to be with Tom if half of his fanbase thought this way as well.

Tom cradled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Darling, I know youre still doubting yourself about all of this, but please believe me when I tell you that I love you so so much and no matter what happens...Im always yours.” He whispers gently in her ear. “It was only a dream and these ridiculous rumors and theories are just that. No one woman in the world could ever make me feel the way I feel for you.”

Y/N blinks softly, as she stares into space. Afraid and in a weird way ashamed, its funny how something so small and so minimal could affect her self-esteem so greatly. Tom gently brings her head up, so her eyes can meet his. He rolls his thumb on the bottom of her soft lips. “Hey, I love you.” Tom smiles.

Time stopped for the both of them the moment Y/N looked into his eyes, she felt safe. All the bad words and thoughts slowly disappear. Tom was right, none of the things that anyone said about their relationship mattered. She knew Tom loved her, and how much she truly loved him. Isnt that enough? Of course not. It was more than enough. A smile slowly forming on Y/N’s face. “Theres that smile I love so much.” He comments.

“Im sorry, for being such a —”

“No. Its okay. You have a right to feel the way you did.” He picks up her hand and leaves a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” She says pressing her lips to his. “I dont deserve you.”

“Darling, its me that doesnt deserve you. Im always yours.” Tom proclaims as he kisses her back.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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schoenheights · 3 years ago

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Devoted Vampire Vil Anon here again! SSR Scary Outfit Rook I’m admittedly NOT really frightened or excited by because while I DO very much love Pomefiore’s Costumes he’s a Defense Unit and,,,,, let’s just say that I’ve had some AWFULLY good luck in acquiring SSR Defense Units 🙃 I have five Not to mention his typing being something I’m not desperate about unlike Silver being y’know DOUBLE FIRE AND ME STILL NEEDING FIRE CARDS AND HIM ALSO BEING EXACTLY LIKE DORM AZUL, MEANING HE’S A META-DEFINING CARD—

But!!!!! He IS a CRAZY good card BECAUSE: his Trey Buddy, who’s also his DUO Partner, is a MEDIUM ATTACK BUDDY. AND Rook is the FIRST ever card to be able to buff his ally’s attack, which he does by a medium amount. So I think anyone who rolls him WILL not be disappointed.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY FJEKDKFK I’ve been so inactive here but thank you for your patience annonie 😭💕

AHEMDHDJ n-e-ways

*shakes hands* we anon. We.

I agree!! I don’t know my defense card count but I have a lot too. I need more offensive and healer cards. I just want him for collection because that cg is gorgeous!! But I need to hold myself back 💔 Plus Rook being grass and water isn’t very appealing to me because I have sooooo many of them already.

DOUBLE FIRE THOUGH— I don’t have dorm Riddle and I need to work on my fire team the most so Silver will definitely help

And this is a little late but good luck to those pulling for Rook 💜

#ask things #devoted vampire vil anon 💜#pome outfits (affectionate #rook is really fun in the story too it’s tempting hnggg #must stay strong for fairy gala rerun tho #I’ll only allow myself one pity 💔#and that’s for silver 💔

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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The Lady of the Darkness

TV SHOW GAME OF THRONES

COUPLE JOJEN X READER

RATING SMUT

I stood apon the black sand shores of Ellinia, watching the flames rise higher then any house has ever stood.

"All things in the world may fall. All things in this world shall end. No matter how high, how strong, all shall fall back to the earth" my mother said her voice echoing across the beach, "all light ends. And is to be followed by darkness"

"Darkness shall always remain" everyone spoke

"Darkness shall always be." She said

"Darkness shall always be" everyone repeated

"The Lady of Darkness reins"

"The Lady of Darkness reins!"

"Let them return to the darkness" she said and as she did the flames where extinguished.

No flames.

No glow.

No lights but the stars in the sky.

No sounds but the washing of water on sand.

There was a sudden sharp intake of breath.

"Welcome to the darkness" my mother spoke lighting a torch to better see whoever it was that had returned to us. It was a solider boy as it often was, he was someone from a war with wounds across his skin

"Where... Where am I?" He asked in panic "what's going on? What is this place?" He asked

"Welcome to Ellinia, here take her. The ritual is not complete into your soul realigns with your body" she smirked handing elizibethen to him she giggled and tugged him along to the castle

"All of you, hurry home." She says so everyone nodded and headed back to the castle, I staied watching the sea meet the sand, watching it move and wash away the sands.

"Why do you stare into the darkness?" My mother asked "does it frightened you my child?"

"No, it calls for me"

"The darkness always will call to you my child. You are of the darkness, you are to be a queen of Ellinia, to be with the darkness and the lady's voice apon our shores, you shall be the lady's truest form... Of course the darkness calls to you my child. It so home" she explained fixing my hair "the moon is right. Tomorrow shall be for you" she says kissing my head "ready yourself"

"I shall mother" I nodded taking the skirt of my dress and hurrying back up to the castle.

I stood on the shore my bare feet in the sand my dress against the water feeling the waves lap at my feet the flames rising high into the sky to the tallest tower of the castle.

"All things in the world may fall. All things in this world shall end. No matter how high, how strong, all shall fall back to the earth" I said said in as loud a voice as I could "all light ends. And is to be followed by darkness"

"Darkness shall always remain" everyone spoke

"Darkness shall always be." I said

"Darkness shall always be" everyone repeated

"The Lady of Darkness reins"

"The Lady of Darkness reins!"

"Lady of darkness, this daughter seeks what the darkness promised her, to be the voice, the vision of the lady, queen of all Ellinia. We beg her truest to be brought to her her light to her Darkness" my mother called out

"Let them return to the darkness" I said, and the lights went out.

No stars tonight, no moon, this was as dark as the world could ever get, I stood watching the water when suddenly I heard the gasp of air, the splashing of water. My mother lit a torch and came to me and I saw in the water a boy lashing out searching desperately for something to hold onto something to prevent the sea from swallowing him

"Please! Help! Someone help!" He called out my mother took his hand and brought him to the sand "what.... Where am I? What is this place? What's happened to me! What's going on! Please!" He screamed desperately looking around

"Welcome to Ellinia" I smiled to him "take him, I wish to stay moments more" I said everyone began to leave guards taking the boy away and I smiled watching the sea

"Go to him princess, he needs to be with you, his body might be lying in your chambers but his soul... May still be with the waves. You need to be with him princess, your souls are to be with each other. Go to him, make him your own" she says

"Is that how every princess does it?"

"Every princess before you, are you frightened?" She asks

"No, not scared... Excited"

"Then go to him princess"

"I shall. I shall see you at breakfast tomorrow mother" I said

"Do not rush yourselves. I shall see you when I see you" she smiled

"Yes mother" I laughed she gave my head a kiss and I walked the long walk up the sand and the rocks walk all the way to the castle and going up to my tower, and to my chamber.

I smiled as I reached my chamber, and saw the boy from the water his clothes how dry sat on my bed still searching for what was going on.

"Please miss, what's happening? What's going on? Where am I?" He asked

"What's your name?" I asked him going to my table

"Ohh.... Uhh... I uhhh..."

"It's alright if you don't remember" I said pouring two glasses of the sweet wine

"No, no I remember. My name's Jojen of house reed, son of hallon Reed, heir to the greywater watch, marsh men, defenders of the neck the southern most point of the north, sworn to house stark of winterfell" he explained

"Ooh. That's an awfully long name" I giggled going over kneeling on the bed offering him a cup "would you mind if I just called you jojen?"

"No, no that uhh that's fine" he nods

"Drink, you must be ever so thirsty"

"Thank you" he nods taking the cup and having a sip "May I ask your name?"

"Y/n. Or would you like my long name as well?"

"If you have one"

"Princess y/n y/l/n. Heir to be empress of all Ellinia, named lady of the darkness"

"Forgive me, princess. I didn't know" he says moving away from me

"You have no need to apologise" I giggled

"Forgive me princess but... I do not know this name. Nor do I know of a place named Ellinia?"

"Well I have never heard of a house called reed, or stark, or a greywater"

"Greywater is a place, princess"

"Oh. I see. This place is called Ellinia. The kingdom of darkness, we are an island far from anywhere, the goddess let's some who pass on, come back, reborn on the black sand, and tonight was my day of darkness, to take the darkness truley and to become the lady and to be given that which matches me"

"What?"

"Everyone on this world, has someone that matches, someone the goddess made perfect for them" I smiled "we asked the lady to give that who is meant to return and that... Meant you"

"Me- princess I... I died I had my time, I passed from this world doing as I was meant to do. I never planned to return much less a whole new place and time,"

"And you have been returned, to be my prince"

"Your- your prince. My- my lady" he stuttered "I could not im-"

"You where gifted to me. And I'd be happy to be with you, unless you wouldn't like me?"

"I would my princess. But I uhh I fear I would not be of good use to a woman, much less a princess"

"Have you... Never been with a woman before?"

"Never" he blushed "where I uhh where I come from, men and women do not... Lie together unless married well they don't, if once is a lady, or a princess."

"But we must"

"We must?"

"Yes we must, we cannot be princess and prince until it is done"

"Like... A bedding ceremony?"

"Bedding?" I asked

"Uuummm... They make love once there married"

"Oh, here we love, and then marry" I smiled "and we must when reborn. Bodies can be birthed by the darkness would returned by the water and the black sand, sometimes... The soul doesn't go to the body" I smiled taking the cup from him and pushing him gently so he laid down on my bed "the body washes on the shore, meets the sand and... The soul is left swimming, they need to be joined, made sure both have returned" I smiled as he was now flat on my bed looking at me sheepishly as I smirked excitedly egar for this experience as I tugged tenderly at the strings that bound him

"How do you do that?" He blushed as I finished untieing them so I smiled and undid my dress letting it fall leaving me naked, he bit on his lip looking at me as excited as I felt "you- you are unmeasurably beautiful princess"

"How would you know, never been with a woman before" I giggled

"Maybe not, but I know beauty" he smiled "so... How do you do it?"

"Of course you can make sure the body, and soul are connected by" I smiled slipping my hand under his pants meeting his hard cock "By touching the sky" I smiled kissing his soft lips, he kissed back reacting already to my hand "and to save time, and... Humm your stamina, I shall also make my prince my own" I smiled tugging off his shirt he egarly helped me and sat up trying to kiss me

"I would be honored my princess"

"Good" I smiled moving to sit over him I took him fully in my hand feeling his hardness I moved making him stand tall and I moved to hover over him I blushed a little bitting my mouth as I moved down feeling him press against me

"Uumm" he gasped holding my hips I moved still feeling him slip an inch inside me

"Uhh" I gasped feeling already like he was streching me

"Uuuummmm.." he groans watching me, I moved more, struggling not to moan, but I knew I had to keep going moving down and down until I met his hips "uughhhh uuuuhhhhh! Princess" he groans

"Uhhhh, you feel so big inside me" I moaned resting my hands on him

"Uughhh! You feel so heavenly my princess!" He moans "please... Please... My princess,"

"What is it jojen?"

"Please... I'm so close already"

"Already?" I giggled

"I have never known even the touch of a woman, much less one as beautiful as you" he says "I am in awe. And desperation"

"Then I can hardly leave you this way" I smiled gently moving my hips

"Ughhh! UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH! Ughhh!" He groans

"Uummmm ughh! Jojen" I groaned bouncing myself faster and faster,

"Uuuuuuughhh!! Y/n! My princess!"

"Ahhhhh! Uughhh!" I sqeauled hitting my wall so soon but I wasn't surprised with him inside me, I squeezed him tightly around me and

"uhhh! Princess! Uughhhh uuuuhhhhh uughhh! My princess!" He moaned loudly his eyes rolling back and he bit his lip hard and I felt him shoot his seed deep inside me "I'm so sorry my princess"

"Why?"

"I disappointed you"

"You'd never disappoint me my prince" I smiled giving his lips a kiss

"But I... So early"

"To be expected the first night" I smiled

"Then atleast, allow me to pleasure my princess"

"Your princess is pleasured enough for one night" I smiled giving him a kiss and climbing off him laying my head on his chest "welcome to Ellinia Jojen"

"I rather think I'll like it here" he smiled cuddling me too, I smiled and ran my fingers across his chest as we cuddle up kissing and talking all about his world and his life before he died all while we cuddled and kissed between the sheets.

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sincerelytomydearest · 4 years ago

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April Showers Bring May Flowers

Hi hi! This is my piece for Mystic Messenger Reverse BigBang (@mysme-rbb), and also my first piece! This is also on AO3 here. This piece is paired with the wonderful artist Saia (@saiare._) on instagram!

Words: 1553

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis: Saeran and MC are hit with rain.

Saeran X MC

The cool scent of petrichor and mellow rain had made Saeran uneasy. Ray had always attributed such specific weather conditions to unforgiving pouring outside of their childhood home. Conditions which barred them from escaping, leaving the twins alone with their sole caregiver. Ray seemed to house those memories close. Saeran on the other hand had always felt that the rain was somewhat of a catharsis. He’d remembered dumb idioms V had told him, phrases he’d learned to grasp onto. Sayings such as “You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain,” and their like. Ray hung onto quotes during his time in Magenta. Drinking down the translucent, turquoise concoction of elixir, smelling the copious amounts of medication and hoping his rainbow would come soon after. Saeran tasted bittersweet, Linking Rika to the rain, and MC as the rainbow. But this time around, it was difficult to see the distinguishing features of each contradicting party.

What’s taking so long?, thought Saeran. MC had remained in the confines of the locked bathroom for all too long. In an effort to not hide anything from them, MC told Saeran she was late. And now they were here, her locked in the bathroom with a pregnancy test, and him, waiting (im) patiently for MC to give him the news.

The pair weren’t at all trying, if anything they were preventing. All four of them collectively agreed that they just weren’t ready for an addition in the family. And MC seemed to understand, knowing full and well Saeran had just narrowly escaped Mint Eye, that Saeyoung was still missing in action, and that lots of healing was to come before any sudden decisions. But Saeran knew well that they could only be so careful, tiptoeing between the lines. Saeran could only guess how Suit (as he’d come to refer to him) and Ray would react, he feared that he’d have to see them in their full glory. His fears were yet to come true.

A small rattle of the doorknob caught Saeran’s attention, silver twisting against the door. MC peeked her head out with a skittish smile gracing her porcelain face, Saeran couldn’t help but smile back. Her infectious smile never failed to adorn her lover’s lips too, he was utterly grateful for her optimism in the worst scenarios. Noticing the pink and white test in her hands, he stepped forward, a look of worry painted on his face. MC opened her palms to Saeran, showing the two pink lines. They were expecting.

…

Suit couldn’t help but react. Why? Just when things were getting good for us. His hands flew to MC’s sides, pushing her up against the wall. It hurts. Suit pressed his fingers into MC’s shoulders, nails digging into her frame.

“Sae!” MC exclaimed, unknowing of the sudden change. Warm tears began welling in his eyes, his head pounding as his body reacted on it’s own. You’re strong. We’re strong.

“Fuck MC.. I-I..God,” he managed to putter out.

Despite the display, his hands shook, arms coming to wrap around the frightened girl’s figure. MC traced her slender fingers along his own form, holding onto the alabaster fabric that scrunched at her fingertips.

“We’re going to be okay Saeran..” her words trailed as she shushed him quietly.

“I-I know we’re not ready, w-we’re far from ready. But know we’re in this together. You’re not him. You’re not her. You’re mine. No, ours alone. We have so much to work through. B-But I promise you, this isn’t bigger than us. All of us.” MC whispered as her own tears began to flow. Suit growled, head spiraling in every which way. We’re not ready for this, fuck, fuck, fuck! Suit’s hands loosened, letting go of MC’s hazel sweater. I can’t hurt her. His whitening knuckles coming to a pause as blood began to properly circulate around his hands. MC couldn’t help but let out a shaking sob, her body trembled, knowing she had put them in an immeasurable amount of pressure, pain, and general confusion.

“Saeran, I’m so sorry. W-We could’ve been more careful. But, I want you to know, I want to keep it. Y-You’re going to be an amazing father.” MC cried out with her trembling tone.

“No, MC. You’re going to be an amazing mother.” Suit finally replied, his usually gruff tone now replaced with melancholic monotone. Confused, MC pulled back, looking to face her lover. His pale face was motionless, not to mention seemingly emotionless (though MC knew his mind was running a hundred miles an hour). She could only stare at his ivory skin, pink lips brightly lit with crimson, she’d failed to notice how hard he bit his lips, or that he even was biting in the first place. Aquamarine met sepia. Suit could practically feel his pupils dilate. Meanwhile MC admired Saeran’s soft features, from the way his cheekbones protruded less, to the lightening of his dark circles which once held a monopoly upon his face. This was the face MC couldn’t help but adore.

…

A week later, and Saeran had still been struggling to face his reality. Their reality. Ray and Suit had been awfully quiet since the reveal, and Saeran had a hard time breaking through to them. But it was now or never.

“Sae, we don’t have to talk about this right now.. I mean, if y-you can’t.” MC stuttered. She was lying, she’d known this was an issue that could not wait, one that couldn’t be left to waiver, especially for weeks, let alone months, nine months to be exact. But she’d do anything to spare them from pain. Saeran on the other hand, paced the room. His eyes wandering the room, left, right, up and down.

“No MC, I have to get this out. We have to get this out.” Saeran said, stopping his disturbed pace to look MC in the eye, his own falling away quickly after just a glance. Saeran sighed out, his bated breath being expelled. MC took his milky white hand into her own, giving it a soft peck. It was their time to speak. Ray was swift to front, cheeks turning a cute shade of cherry. He sat next to MC on the dingy couch Saeyoung once resided on, raising his opposing hand towards MC’s cheek. She instantaneously reacted, leaning into the palm of his hand.

“That red head..No, S-Saeyoung and I. Our Mother, she was a monster..” Ray began as he suddenly flinched away from MC’s touch. Her heart ached, longing to reach for him and protect him from the world, but she knew he needed this.

“Everyday, that woman.. She’d left marks on me, more than physical. Everyday I still fear her, in small daily discussions or quarrels. Every raised voice, every swift hand. I see her. And I fear her. I fear her..” Ray’s voice trailed off, eyes growing glossier by the second. MC bit her lip in response,

“Ray, y-you don’t have to-”

“No Love, I do.” He cut in.

Ray placed his hands along his thighs, taking in a solid breath as a tear trickled down his cheek, meeting his neck.

“I fear those marks she’s left on me. I’m scared of being..Her. Of becoming a tyrannical parent like her. I don’t care what Suit says. I’m weak MC. I fear her imprint, I fear what she could do, to me, to you, to us, all of us.” He said as he looked towards MC’s womb.

“I need you here with me, I know I can’t do this. Not without you. There’s no one else I’d rather have this child with. With you as their Mother, I know it’ll be okay. W-We’ll be okay.” He said staring at the ground before meeting MC’s auburn gaze. His hands cautiously made contact with hers, gently intertwining before kissing her knuckles.

“We’re going to be okay.” She whispered.

…

“Come here!” Yelled out Saeyoung as he chased after the smaller redhead ahead of him, effectively scattering mud and dirt around the perimeter. She ran with all her might, giggling in between thunderous screaming.

“Never!” She screamed before running straight into Saeran.

“Oomf!” was the sound she made before turning to look up to her father. Saeran took a step back, hands coming to wrap around the nine year old before looking down at her. She grinned widely, her toothy smile melting Saeran’s previously chilly demeanor. He beamed ear to ear. He could count her missing teeth. Since when was she growing so quickly?

Saeyoung was quick to attack, pouncing onto his niece and younger twin. Consequentially bringing them all down onto the mud. Her and Saeyoung’s laughter roared, chirping as loud as the birds. After a moment of hesitation, Saeran joined in. All of them splayed along the ground, basking in the newly sprung sun.

MC strolled near the pile of redheads, carrying a sleeping five year old in her arms.

“You’re all awfully boisterous today,” she said, smiling. Saeran sat up, ruffling the boy’s brunet locks.

“Appa! Appa!” the boy called out to his father, pointing to the sky. Saeran turned to see a faint rainbow making its way across the azure atmosphere. He couldn’t help but turn to see his family’s reaction to the magnificent phenomenon. All of their eyes twinkled.

We’re okay.

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megalony · 4 years ago

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Serendipity

This is a new Murderer! Ben Hardy series I am hoping to be working on which I have a lot of ideas for I hope you will all like it. Feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: (Y/n) is trying to keep moving on with her life after her affair with Joe’s brother, Ben who is in and out of prison. But Ben won’t let her go so easily even after the torment he imposes on her. He wants to be in their sons life but things aren’t easy when everyone believes Harvey is Joe’s son, not Ben’s.

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"Did you miss me?"

He wasn't here, he couldn't be here. There was no way that he was standing here in front of (Y/n) like a ghost appearing in the dead of night to frighten her. She didn't want it to be him, (Y/n) didn't want it to be him staring at her like that because four months was nothing compared to what he had put her through these last four years. Four months was like one second ticking by without him, it wasn't long enough to repair the damage and the threats he always hung over her head like a cloud.

But (Y/n) couldn't deny what she was so clearly seeing standing in front of her. He was here in all his glory with bad omens hanging around him like shadows casting all around his feet from different angles of the sun.

The way he bent his right arm and leaned it against the doorframe made him look so casual and easy and it allowed him to lean down into the doorway until his face was hovering inches away from her own. And with his left hand stuffed very easily into his back pocket, he looked the picture of innocence and causal like he was an old acquaintance popping by for a visit. He didn't look like the cold-blooded killer (Y/n) knew him to be.

Ben had his head tilted at an angle towards his right side and it made his smile dip towards the right as well like it was lopsided from the angle. But when his lips parted to flash his pearly white teeth, the cool exterior vanished and the shark-like grin made shivers crawl agonisingly slowly up (Y/n)'s spine. One single curl fell in front of his eyes and it almost made him look innocent again, but his emerald orbs were darkening in colour like voids looming closer and closer.

"Why are you here?" (Y/n) barely trusted her voice at all but her tone was far less aggressive than she would have liked and she knew from experience that if he sensed fear on her tone it only made him push her harder. It was always a game to Ben and fear was what he searched for in everyone. People were his opponents, no matter if they were family or not.

"Am I not allowed to come and see you after four months? Don't tell me you didn't think of me even once while I was away." Ben pulled his shoulders up and tensed for a few moments but his smile stayed the same and his eyes showed he was as calm as ever when he shouldn't be.

"While you were in prison, Ben. You hadn't gone on a trip, you were locked up and you still should be, they shouldn't have let you out."

Ben had been in prison a few times before now but each time, (Y/n) had never known him get more than six months inside before he was magically released back into society to continue his wicked games. Four months was no stretch to Ben, (Y/n) knew to him it would have felt like a holiday and to the rest of them it felt like walking on egg shells just waiting for him to find a way to be released.

"I'll let you off for that one, and I'll take a guess that someone's in there because the last time I saw you, you were more relaxed than this."

Ben's words got quieter and quieter until his whispers were barely audible in (Y/n)'s voice but his actions spoke much louder than his words. He moved his hand from his pocket to cup (Y/n)'s chin, but not in a tight warning grip like she was expecting. He smoothed his thumb over her chin before tilting her head up until her lips were dangerously close to his own, right where they shouldn't be. He was dangerous territory and (Y/n) couldn't afford to get too close to him again.

The last time she had seen him was a week before he was arrested and she was only relaxed because she was drunk. Drinking around Ben lessened (Y/n)'s anxiety that he created but her anxiety was what stopped her from letting him get too close like this. It allowed her to push him away or for her to walk away from him and not do something she would later regret.

Ben was a drug. He was addicting and scary and couldn't be taken in large doses because he was too toxic and overwhelming. He put fright into (Y/n)'s heart but then he claimed her heart for himself and wouldn't give her it back and he loved the control almost as much as he loved putting the fright into her heart.

"His car isn't here and it's awfully quiet in there, who are you hiding behind you?"

(Y/n) held her breath and felt her stomach tensing and pulling inwards when Ben leaned closer very slowly until his lips ever so lightly brushed against the corner of her mouth, making her unsure if she actually felt the touch or not. The rational part of her mind knew she had to pull away and ignore her heart that was screaming for him to carry on but when she tried to pull out of his hold he pushed his fingers tighter into her chin and kept her head in place.

"Stop. Joe will be home soon-"

"That doesn't frighten me like it does you. You can blame me all you want, sweetheart, but he won't."

(Y/n) looked over to the right, focusing her eyes on the door frame so she didn't have to see the sinister curve of Ben's lips that made her want to smack him. This wasn't all her fault and she would admit this was of her own doing as much as it was his. He couldn't pin all the blame on (Y/n) when Ben was the one who had started this mess, he pursued her and he wouldn't stop until she caved. She was never the one who pushed to have an affair with Ben, he always creeped around her and cornered her and wore her down or got her drunk until she couldn't push him away any more.

(Y/n) never wanted to have an affair in the first place but the fact that it was with Ben only made her feel worse. She did love Joe, there was no doubt about that, they had been together for almost six years now. But with Ben it was just so different.

He was forbidden.

He was Joe's little brother who was the black sheep of the family and (Y/n) never wanted to get involved with a man who murdered people for fun and because he could get away with it. Everyone knew he was a killer but no one acknowledged this because he was family and he always got away with it.

But Ben was dangerous, (Y/n) was always drawn to him but she never wanted to get involved with him because Ben was controlling and he was jealous and he could be frightening and hurtful if he wanted to be. Joe was everything that Ben wasn't, but he simply wasn't enough.

If Joe found out that (Y/n) had had an affair with Ben a few years ago and that Ben still kept coming back for more he would be in trouble because Joe would try and go for his brother but Ben was the boxer and the killer.

(Y/n) and Ben's relationship was complicated because in many ways it had ended years ago, but in other ways, it was still ongoing. (Y/n) stopped it when it went too far and in her mind that was when the affair ended. But each time Ben creeped around her he either stole a kiss or a touch and he kept hovering around because he didn't want it to stop and deep down he knew (Y/n) couldn't stop it either. She couldn't have the flame disappear forever because as bad as the affair had been for her, it was still addicting and she couldn't let Ben go despite how many times she pushed him away.

"You have to go."

(Y/n) had had four months to push on with her life and cut out every aspect of Ben and it had been working. Her anxiety over him and what happened was never going to go away, it was always going to be there, but when Ben wasn't in her life for a long period of time she could almost imagine her life the way it should have been. She could see her life with Joe and her family and it was normal and uneventful and it wasn't frightening or making her anxious, it was how it should be. But then Ben called or he turned up in the dead of night out of the blue and he kissed her or whispered poison in her ear and (Y/n) remembered what her life really was.

She was a fixation that Ben couldn't let go of and she was always going to give in to whatever he said and did because she didn't know how to get away from him if he wasn't getting himself put in prison.

The only times she got away without seeing him or hearing from him and getting her life together was when he was behind bars, and that was never a long-lasting solution.

"I don't want to." He made it sound so simple and easy, he didn't want to leave after only just arriving so he wouldn't and he seemed to think or imply that the world would stop and fall at their feet. Time would stop and wait until he was ready to leave and then the world would resume its natural order and life would carry on after he walked away. But if Joe turned up and saw his brother being intimate with his girlfriend he was not going to be okay with it and (Y/n) couldn't take the outrage or the scandal and the explanations she just couldn't give.

(Y/n) felt herself begin to shake and her knees wavered like they were about to snap when Ben's lips were suddenly on her own.

Kissing him was intoxicating and he knew it, Ben knew that despite all the shit he put her through and how cruel he could be and vindictive, he could make up for it with a kiss. He could scare (Y/n), hurt her, blackmail her and bend her to his will and right when she wanted to walk away, he would kiss her and pull her back into his net. She was something he loved to play with and he did love her, but Ben's idea and ways of love were not normal and they weren't something (Y/n) wanted to get involved with in case he broke her beyond repair.

She could feel the burning intensity in his lips and the way he pushed his tongue past her lips without hesitation or having to put up much of a fight to do so. His hand let go of her chin and she felt his fingers feathering up her jaw and around to her neck until his fingers curled around the back of her neck to pull her closer.

"I've waited four months to do that."

When Ben noticed a single tear had fallen from (Y/n)'s eye, he smiled so sweetly it was almost an ungodly sight and he felt her take a shuddering breath when he leaned over to kiss the tear away. His lips were so gentle and they felt like feathers brushing against her skin and his movements were so slow (Y/n) felt like her life was being put into slow motion.

(Y/n) wanted to tell him again that he had to leave, if Joe came home now and saw this things would get ugly and if he came home and saw Ben, period, he wouldn't be happy. But her heart was telling her to invite him inside to stop anyone from seeing them out in the street and because after four months, she wouldn't be able to cope with a kiss and then watching him walk away like nothing happened.

But he couldn't come inside.

There was no time for (Y/n) to tell him again that he had to go before a third voice joined the conversation and caused goose bumps to arise on (Y/n)'s skin. "Benny!"

(Y/n) pursed her lips as she looked up at Ben through her lashes with a pleading look in her eyes mixed with a hint of guilt. She watched the way Ben rose a brow at her in a playful way that made her skin crawl because he was messing with her and he was going to make things worse now.

"Harvey, little man you've got big." The shark tooth grin on Ben's face could only come across as cheeky to the three year old who barrelled through the hall until he was stood at (Y/n)'s side staring up at Ben who he hadn't seen for many months now.

"Ben please..."

He knew Harvey was the reason (Y/n) didn't want him here or to come inside the house. She couldn't have Ben around her son because he was a bad influence and he was dangerous. If she couldn't control the kind of torment and mixed emotions Ben put her through then she could hardly control what effect Ben had on her son. But Ben wasn't leaving, the way he jutted his jaw from side to side and narrowed his eyes wickedly showed something was already formulating in his mind.

"Why don't you put your shoes on little man, me and your mum were just about to take you out." Ben ruffled Harvey's hazel coloured hair before the three year old jumped at the chance to go out and scuttled over to put on his shoes.

"Ben you can't do this. You can't turn up whenever you like and mess with me like this and you can't just try and take Harvey out whenever you want like you tried before. If Joe or your dad find out I let you take him out-"

"You live with my brother but you never had a problem sleeping with me, I think you're the one messing about here sweetheart. I'm taking him out for a bit so you can wait here for your little hubby to get back or you can come out and have some fun with us."

Joe and their dad didn't think Ben being around Harvey was all that safe considering what Ben got up to and how he was in and out of prison a lot more lately. A month didn't go by where Ben wasn't involved with the police or caught up in some scrape and right now Harvey idolized Ben because he thought he was a boxer and was someone he could look up to. They wanted to keep it that way but no one wanted Harvey in danger. Ben never hurt anyone in his family except for going behind Joe's back and sleeping with his girlfriend but he would never physically hurt any of them.

(Y/n) rubbed her hand under her eyes to try and wake herself up and calm down so she didn't burst into tears as she grabbed her coat and her keys. He had done it again, he had walked right back into her life and turned it upside down knowing he had every power to do that and she couldn't stop him.

"Why shouldn't I take him out, anyway? He is my son."

"Stop it!" (Y/n) whispered the words in sharp, vile tone of voice that grated against her throat which was turning dry like the desert. Harvey couldn't hear Ben saying that or it would rock his world upside down.

"Of course, everyone has to think he's Joe's little prodigy because you're too afraid to tell him you fucked his little brother behind his back. Don't worry, I won't say anything sweetheart."

"You really want him to know his dad kills people like they're sport? If he knew he'd grow up scared he'd turn out a monster just like you." (Y/n) knew her words were cruel but she couldn't help but be spiteful towards Ben. Harvey was the tool Ben always used against her because they were the only ones who knew that Joe wasn't Harvey's dad. But if anyone knew they would look at Harvey differently and Harvey himself would be afraid if he found out and he knew what Ben did.

They would all think he would turn out like Ben because he was his flesh and blood and the worst part was that Ben wouldn't care if Harvey took after him because he didn't have a problem with killing people, it was why he did it and got away with it.

(Y/n) wasn't an angel and she wasn't innocent, she knew Ben was a killer when she slept with him and the affair took place but she always tried to stop it. She didn't want Harvey growing up knowing his heritage and Joe was such a good dad to him. He deserved Joe as a dad, not Ben and even Ben had said he deserved as such. It was wrong to lie and (Y/n) was never going to forgive herself for this lie and in the beginning she told herself over and over again that Harvey was Joe's son. But the more she lied to herself, the more Ben twisted her thoughts and the more he overwhelmed her and clung to her and attached himself to her until she stopped lying to them both.

He knew Harvey was his son and he wouldn't let (Y/n) forget it, even if he would let everyone else believe he was Joe's boy.

"I won't have to say anything. One look at him and everyone will know he's mine. How long do you think it'll take before people start to realise he's my double?"

In a few years it would be undoubtable that Harvey was Ben's son. They had the same emerald eyes that darkened depending on their moods, they had the same curved nose with a bump in the middle, their jaws were straight as a ruler and as sharp as a knife. Their high cheekbones matched and their hair was ever so slightly different in colour but was still very similar and Harvey was going to be a tall kid and Joe wasn't tall.

If no one managed to figure out the evident truth of Harvey's heritage, Ben would tell them. He couldn't keep this secret forever, even if (Y/n) could.

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What was he doing here dressed like this?

It was eleven o'clock at night and (Y/n) had been five minutes away from falling face down on her bed and going to sleep but the doorbell and the signature knock on the door told her it was her boyfriend's brother at the door. (Y/n) didn't know why he was here so late at night, she knew Ben to be a night owl, he seemed to come alive at night and was hardly ever home at night.

For the past two years, (Y/n) hadn't been in Ben's company very often since Joe warned her Ben was not the nicest of people and she hardly ever had a moment on her own with him to get to know him. She would admit she didn't want to know someone who was seem and known as dangerous, but the way he smiled at her and whispered jokes in her ear when no one else was looking made her heart jump in her chest.

"Ben, Joe isn't here." (Y/n) rubbed tiredly at her eyes that were still trying to take in his rather daring form.

Ben was wearing black joggers, a black vest that almost camouflaged him into the darkness of the street and he wore an unzipped dark blue jacket with a large white stripe across the chest. The hood was pulled over his head which was tilted down so (Y/n) couldn't see the smile she was sure graced his lips. She noticed his shoulders were hunched up and his hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket like he was sulking or trying to be inconspicuous which wasn't working very well.

"That's good, cause I'm here to see you, sweetheart." The pet-name he used made (Y/n)'s chest flutter, he'd never called her that before.

"Uh... okay, come in."

It was weird that Ben wanted to see her, he liked to joke with her at family events and he seemed rather devilish but he didn't seem like he wanted to be her best friend. He liked to play around with her and tease her, but then again she had no idea why he was here so late in the night to see her.

But the moment Ben walked inside into the light and pulled his hood down to see her properly, a gasp escaped her lips and she recoiled.

That was why he was here.

"I was hoping you'd help me out." Ben grinned like the cat that got the cream but (Y/n) couldn't understand why he was smiling.

"W-what happened to you?"

He was stood in front of her looking battered and bruised but he flashed her his teeth, narrowed his eyes and his lopsided grin looked like he was about to devour her alive.

(Y/n) was careful and gentle when she reached out and dared to feather her finger over Ben's face, her sorrowful eyes widening when he didn't even flinch once. The blond standing in front of her had a bloodshot right eye which was swollen, had a circular cut underneath near his cheekbone and there was a line of horizontal cuts at the side of his eye going down in a line on his face. The bridge of his nose had a cut but at least it didn't look crooked or broken or dislocated out of place.

Ben let (Y/n) take his chin gently in his hand and turn his head to the side so she could see the grazes that littered the left side of his face like he had scraped his face against gravel or even a brick wall.

As (Y/n) trailed her eyes down his frame, she saw there were cuts to the right side of his neck that were crusting over with blood and were burning red like they were blistering. And just below those cuts there was a deep gash on his collarbone which was also swelling.

All of his face was patched with bits of dust and grime and streaks of muck but when Ben held up his hands he seemed to grin even wider whereas (Y/n)'s jaw dropped. Two knuckles on his left hand were split and looked like they were either broken or popped out of place and a finger on his other hand was broken. But both hands were littered with scrapes and cuts and his nails were rimmed with grime and held muck under his nails.

He had been in a fight, and not the kind of fighting he usually did in a boxing ring. He was fighting out in the street late at night and he'd gotten himself rather badly beaten up. But at the same time, (Y/n) had been around Ben for two years now so she knew well enough to know that if Ben looked like this, the other guy would look ten times worse which was of little comfort to her right now.

The one thing that was standing out to (Y/n) more than anything though, was the fact that his dark blond hair that was also covered in grime and sweat, was flat and strewn about his face. Curls hung over his forehead and in front of his eyes, they shaped around the sides of his head where his hair was shaved shorter and (Y/n) just wanted to reach out and brush them away. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and make it stick up at odd angles and tangle her fingers into his curls and tug on them until she almost pulled strands from his scalp.

"Come on." (Y/n) spoke very quietly but her voice was soft and melodic to Ben who was entranced by her.

Ever since the first moment that Joe had brought (Y/n) to meet his family, Ben had been captivated. He liked the way she stared at him through her lashes like she was trying to hide and shy away from him. He loved how she laughed and tried not to draw attention to herself when she laughed at the jokes he whispered in her ear or how she shivered against him.

Ben wanted her for himself but she was reserved because she was his brother's girlfriend and not his.

But that didn't bother Ben.

He followed (Y/n) blindly like a lost puppy as she guided him up the stairs and into the bathroom before pointing for him to sit down on the toilet so she could start patching him up.

She wasn't exactly sure what to do about his eye that was swelling up underneath, not directly around the eye so it wouldn't be swollen shut in the morning. She decided to get an antiseptic wipe from the first aid box and gently clean the cut around his eye, the one on his cheekbone and then the one on the bridge of his nose. She knelt down between Ben's legs so she could see him properly and clean him up, all whilst staying completely silent with a soft yet sad look on her face.

When she came to cleaning the grazes on the other side of his face, Ben dug his nails into his knees but he stayed surprisingly silent, allowing her to patch him up like they had been best friends or lovers for years. When in reality, this was the most intimate they had been and they had never been in more proximity than this. Ben liked it, he liked the silence and the feel of her touch and the way she was staring up at him with big doe eyes that were entrancing him to the point he wanted to devour her until nothing was left.

"Why do you get into fights like this?" (Y/n) couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. It seemed pointless to get into fights for no reason which Ben always did, especially when half the time he knew he could win. There was no point playing the game if you always knew you were going to be the victor.

"I fight for the same reasons people smoke and drink and keep going back to their ex. It's a habit that makes me feel good and calm and like I have control."

Ben liked fighting, the broken bones, cuts, scrapes and bruises and torn muscles didn't come close to the euphoria he felt when he broke his knuckles against someone's face or heard the satisfying snap of their bones beneath his touch.

"You like getting hurt?"

"No, I like hurting other people, sweetheart, don't get those two things confused. Me getting hurt is just a side note, that's not why I do it."

"But you're letting yourself get broken."

"But I'm letting you fix me." Ben didn't fight just so he got hurt and he tried not to split his knuckles and let himself get broken bones but he couldn't help if it happened. He loved the fight far too much to ever give it up, it was who he was and what he was good at. And even though he did get hurt he always patched himself up or let someone else help him like he was right now.

(Y/n) stayed silent as she leaned up further to clean Ben's bruised and bleeding collarbone before she turned to tend to his knuckles. She put a plaster over one of his fingers to stop the trickle of blood but when she went to tape his fingers together, he moved his hand to cup her jaw.

"Leave 'em, they ain't broken so they don't get taped."

"O-okay... c-can I put your knuckles back into place...?" (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and her eyes were wider than before which made Ben's hand tighten on her jaw for a second before he nodded and held his hands out to her.

He finally flinched for once when three knuckles were popped back into their sockets and his fingers were stretched out and he watched the way (Y/n) flinched for him as well like she was experiencing the pain.

"Thank you."

"Why me? I- I mean I'm flattered you wanted me to patch you up and all, but why?"

"Because I like you."

Ben spoke those words just as (Y/n) pushed herself to her feet and his words caused her to stumble before freezing on the spot, leaving her stood between his legs staring at him like he'd told her she was the only person in the world worth looking at.

She didn't see why he seemed attached to her right now when she didn't know too much about him. But when Ben reached out and suddenly clamped his damaged hands down on her hips to pull her closer, all she could do was squeak without telling him to stop. And when he pulled her to sit on his lap so he could attach his lips to her neck, she became paralysed without the ability to tell him that this was wrong.

(Y/n) knew they shouldn't be doing this. She was with Joe, she loved Joe and he was Ben's brother, this was a betrayal on both their parts, especially for Ben. It wasn't as if Ben didn't know (Y/n) was dating Joe or how his brother was going to react if he found out what his little brother was doing with his girlfriend.

But (Y/n) couldn't deny that this was something she had thought about before. Ben was handsome, there was no denying that and the sinister side of him was attractive and daring. He drew her in without having to do anything but wink her way and smile, no words or touches had to be exchanged for (Y/n) to want to be drawn towards him. But this was wrong, she had never cheated on anyone before and she was serious with Joe, they'd been together for two years now.

"If you want me to stop, just say so."

(Y/n) couldn't help but whimper when Ben kissed his way up from her neck down her jaw before he hovered his lips over hers. His eyes locked with hers and he smoothed his thumbs over her hips. If (Y/n) really didn't want Ben to continue he would pull away and walk out the house right now, all she had to do was tell him to stop and he would. But when she stayed silent and he kissed her, it felt like the world was shifting around her. She had sealed her fate but she didn't know what it had install for her yet.

She didn't want him to stop, no matter how wrong it was to kiss him.

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thewritingstar · 4 years ago

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Sorry for asking so much but if u dont mind i like to think that blossom sees boomer like his little bro so lile one day boomer having panic attack and blossom helping him. God i love my bby boy suffering

Oh don’t apologize! I love it! Ask as much as you want love. Fun fact, I used to have panic disorder from the age of 6- 17 so I know all about panic attacks. That wasn’t a very fun fact but uhhh, hope you enjoy!

Everything in this fic is from my own experience and I also took psychology as well.

So I’m going to write this with my version of my own attacks so what you see boomer having is equivalent to mine. From my own experience just so that no one comes for me, I can’t speak for about ten minutes and its had to move so im either sitting or under neath something like a desk. Once I can talk, I stutter and can barely form full sentences. Its important to know that panic attack and anxiety attacks are much different as the first doesn’t have triggers but the second does. Also the first thought you have when you going into a panic attack is thinking you are about to die, scary but its true.

Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy this fic and sorry that it took so long to do!

Pairing: Blossom and Boomer (non shipping)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

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She never really knew how or why she heard it. Super hearing gave you many things but hearing the worlds smallest sob escape trembling lips was never something she usually picked up on.

It buzzed in her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up with a slight chill. Soon her feet were taking her upstairs and it was the first time she had ignored the hall pass rule.

Being a hero meant she had to be ready for anything. Monster attacks, demons rising from the pits of hell and even gangs shooting up stores, it was all part of the deal, yet there were some problems that not even super powers could handle.

She opened the door to the roof slowly before stepping out and feeling the crisp and cool air of the morning. It would have been peaceful if someone wasn’t crying. Her foot steps were that of a ghost as she walked towards the other end and she dropped to her knees before placing a hand on a trembling shoulder.

“Boomer?” she asked quietly.

The blond boy looked up, his eyes had been blown wide and were rubbed red to the point that they might scar. His lips trembled as he said nothing stared at her with an empty look.

She felt frightened in that moment, not for her well being but his. She watched as his lips parted but nothing came out. He tried to speak but his voice was like a desert. Dry and bare.

His eyes searched for an answer, something to cling and grab onto so he could swim.

“Boomer, are you okay?” She asked knowing the answer already. Again, no words but blue eyes that begged for help.

His breathing picked up, hyperventilation coming into play and he brought his hands to his ears and slammed his foot down as if to drown out the silence. Blossom searched for any sign of what could have hurt him, she had to think. There was nothing, no monster or attack and he didn’t seem physically hurt, so what could-

Oh. Oh. OH.

She should have known what was happening the minute it she saw him. Her advanced psychology classes came into handy just now.

“Boomer.” She said softly and he opened his eyes. “I think you are having a panic attack.” His eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip. “Okay maybe you are aware of that but I’m going to help you through this, okay?”

Boomer said nothing and she didn’t expect him too. She made a mental note that he was going non verbal during these and maybe that's why he couldn’t call for help.

Blossom dug through her bag for her notes and found it in record time. “Okay lets see, panic attacks.” She began to read. “The first thing that happens during an attack is the thought of death. Oh.” She frown. “There is a constant state of panic that last five to ten minutes but the after math of the fear could last hours. In order to stop a panic attack, the person experiencing it must wait it out or an extreme reaction can help quicken the process, other than that, there's nothing to do.” She scoffed. “Gee that was helpful.”

All she needed was a distraction, she could do that. She could tell a joke? No, she wasn’t good at those and only got a humorous reaction from her clumsiness. Instead of trying to figure it out, her phone was her next best guess.

“Don’t worry Boomer, I got you.” She smiled. She went to a few different sources and found one. “Ice in the mouth. It should trick your brain into thinking about it instead.” Blossom looked around. “Where can I get ice?”

She suddenly felt a finger poke at her cheek. She looked at Boomer who was point at his mouth then to her. Oh!

“My ice breath!” She cheered and held out her hand and carefully blowed until a small cube formed in her hand. “I’m not sure Boomer that might be a little gross-”

The cube was taken and before she could protest, it was in his mouth.

“Okay then, how's that working?” She questioned with a soft expression.

He looked from the left then to the right as he shifted the ice in his mouth. Slowly he opened his mouth, his voice breaking as he spoke.

“I-” He tried to say as tears formed in his eyes again.

Blossom put her hand on his and ushered him not to speak.

“Its okay, you don't have to say anything. You got through it, I’m sorry I was only here at the end but you did it, Boomer.” She said proudly.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve that was already soaked from earlier and leaned to grab her shoulder and pull her into a hug. She felt the tension from his shoulders fall instantly and his heart rate slower to a more desired rate as he hugged her tighter and held her for a moment. She didn’t dare budge but gave him a squeeze and ruffled his hair as he pulled away.

“Your face is awfully red, maybe you should go home.” She said as she helped him stand.

He nodded and grabbed his bag. “T-thank you.” He croaked. “No one has ever been with me before.” He said sadly.

She frowned. “Does Brick know?”

Boomer shifted on the balls of his feet. “No.”

“Do...do you have these often?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“Once a month maybe. Most of the time I’m at home, haven’t have a public one in a while.”

“Was there anything that could have caused it?”

He bit his lip and shrugged. “No. You read those books, they are random but Brick and Butch fighting constantly and the stress of school doesn’t help. But it's okay.” He offered her a smile. “That ice trick worked really well. Without you, I probably would have been there until school got out. I’m just really happy it was you and not anyone else.” He said honestly.

“I think you should tell your brothers. You can barely speak in that state and I would hate for something to happen when you couldn’t call out for anyone.”

He tightened his hold on his backpack and gulped. “I don’t want to. Its embarrassing. I’d rather keep it to myself, I can handle it.”

She knew there was no way he would budge. She exhaled and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“hey what are-”

“Im installing a safety button. My sisters and I have a button that we can push that automatic lets us know when we are in danger and can’t speak. It's mostly for missions and things like that but this is just as important.” She handed him his phone back. “So when ever this happens and you feel like you need some help or someone to just sit there with you, I’m one click away.”

He stared at the button and placed his thumb over it. A beeping noise came from Blossoms phone and she pulled it out to silence it. “See like that.”

A wave of emotions came over Boomer as he began to tear up for the hundredth time. “Blossom, I don’t think you know how much this means to me.”

Blossom brought him in for another hug. “You won’t be alone any longer, I promise.”

She felt him nod against her shoulder and wiped the tear steaming down his cheek with her thumb. “Lets go get you check out to the office and sent home, you should rest.”

“Yeah. I’m a little dizzy.”

She wrapped her arm around his and the began to walk towards the office just as the bell rang.

“Damn it, I miss third period.” Boomer sighed.

“Its fine. Buttercup will give you the homework and I’ll get anything else you need.”

“You really don’t have to Bloss.”

“As a hero and more importantly, a friend, I will.” Blossom said.

“Boomer.” They heard a voice behind and she knew instantly it was Brick.

They stopped walking just as Brick came in front of them. “The hell are you doing?” Brick asked as he looked at their conjoined arms.

Boomer was about to say something but Blossom squeezed his arm.

“Hes not feeling well and I’m sending him home.” Blossom stated.

“You were fine this morning.” Brick narrowed his eyes. “Buttercup said you ditched class.”

“He didn’t ditch. Some of us have emotions and right now Boomer is not feeling too well, he can explain on his own time but as his now older sister, I am making him go home and rest.”

“What she said.” Boomer said just as he yawned.

Brick rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, go home.”

Boomer gave him a small smile.

“Go on ahead, I’ll meet you in the office.” Blossom said as Boomer walked ahead.

“Is he really sick?” Brick asked and she could sense that he was really worried.

“I wouldn’t say that but its also not my place. Just go easy on him, he's having a hard time right now and I think having his brother help him through it would be good for both of you.” She reassured him.

“Alright, whatever. I’ll make sure Boomer is fine.”

Blossom smiled and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “You're so sweet.” She gushed dramatically.

Bricks face flushed slightly as he took her hand and tried to hide his smirk. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s not be late to chemistry.”

“Would love too but I have to go use my puff powers to get my new little brother home.”

“Little brother?” Brick shook his head. “What are you adopting him next?”

“I just might.” She smiled. “I’ll see ya in class.” She winked as she headed towards the office.

She found Boomer sitting in one of the chairs. “If you could stop canoodling with my brother, I would like to leave, I got a massive headache and my face is a disaster from crying.”

“We weren’t canoodling.” She said under her breath as she went up to the office lady.

Boomer sat and watched as she talked. He felt better by a landslide since she came to help him and hearing her refer to him as a little brother made him a little more happy then he cared to admit. Watching Blossom talk and win over the woman made him smile as he hugged his arms together.

“Yeah, big sis would be nice.” He said to himself but he didn't miss the way her lips turned up into a small smile.

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I hope you enjoyed! I actually really liked this prompt and sometimes its good to read things that can help you in daily life.

#ppg #ppg fic #boomer ppg #blossom ppg #blossick ppg #thewritingstar

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aspiring-ginger · 5 years ago

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Forget-Me-Not Ch. 2 (Jaskier x Reader)

Summary: (Y/n) finds herself coming to terms with being thrown into another world. Geralt and Jaskier learn how to take pictures.

Warnings: Actually I don’t think there’s any for this chapter

Word count: 1,622

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader, platonic Geralt x fem!reader (The Witcher)

A/N: This one’s a short and sweet at around 1.5k. I promise the next one will be a bit more exciting!!

Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

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Masterlist I Previous I

You couldn't believe your eyes as you gaped at Geralt's hand. Fire flickered in Geralt's palm. Actual fire.

"Wow that's uh, wow… that's actual fire," You stated, staring dumbly at the flames.

Jaskier cleared his throat, "Alright Geralt, here's what we'll do. Hello! My name is Jaskier, bard and troubadour extraordinaire, and this is my wonderfully broody friend and your local witcher, Geralt of Rivia. See? Let's just start over fresh," Geralt nodded and closed his hand, extinguishing the flame. "Now just tell us who you are and where you're from, and we can get you on your way back home in a tick,"

"Um, I already told you. I'm (y/n) from (hometown). It's in the country of (country)....but if you just actually used Igni then I guess we're not even on earth anymore. It's the Continent, right?" You pulled your coat closer to you, getting chills as you slowly came to terms with being in a strange new land.

"I've never heard of the Kingdom of (country), but I'm sure it's not too far, right Geralt? Maybe it's way out east? Or south of Nilfgaard?"

Geralt shook his head, "No. She's not from the Continent. She's human, but not a mage. There's no way she could have gotten here on her own. Someone or something brought her here." He narrowed his eyes at you, looking you up and down for any sign of, well, anything.

"Where I come from, there's no such thing as magic. There's only humans, no mutated ones either. We don't have any monsters, just some dangerous animals. Elves, dwarves, magic, monsters- all that stuff is fantasy, like out of a fairytale."

"So you don't know of anything from your home that could have brought you here?" Jaskier asked.

"Um, no. We do have science. I guess it's closest to alchemy? But we don't have anything advanced enough for portals. We have all sorts of technology, though. Actually!" You fished around in your pockets for your phone, "Here I have this! It's my cell phone. It's like a… oh shoot what was that called... A xenovox? Xenogloss? And I guess also a megascope because it can let you talk to other people and see them too," You held your phone up and pressed the lock button to show your lock screen.

Geralt and Jaskier leaned in to get a closer look at your phone. "Here, see?" You unplugged your headphones and held your phone out to them, which Geralt gingerly took from your hands. Jaskier peeked over his shoulder. He turned it back and forth, examining the foreign object. He blinked in surprise when the screen went dark, flipping it over to see if he had broken something.

"Oh, it just does that. The screen turns off when it's not being used to save battery." The men in front of you furrowed their brows so you continued, “It runs off of electricity that’s stored inside the battery. Once the battery gets low, it needs to be recharged. There’s no magic involved.”

“So it’s used to communicate with others? Could we use it to get you back home?” Jaskier snatched your phone out of Geralt’s hands.

“Well...no. To contact someone they have to have a phone, too. And there’s no network here anyway, so it wouldn’t work. Umm..back home they have huge signal towers built that help pass the message across huge distances. Since there’s nothing like that here, I can’t use it. But it does more stuff, too! It can play music, take pictures, go on the internet, lots of other stuff?”

“Pictures?”

“Music?” Geralt and Jaskier asked at the same time.

“Uh yeah. Here, Geralt first.” You held out your hand and the bard gave your phone back to you. “See? Look.”

You held your phone out facing them and opened up your camera from your lock screen. The camera was facing out and only showed your shoulder, so you switched it to the front. Geralt and Jaskier stared at it.

“So, it’s just like a mirror?” Jaskier asked, waving a hand in front of your screen.

You held up a finger and flipped your phone back to you. You made sure your flash was off and held up your phone.

“Smile!”

Geralt furrowed his brows and Jaskier gave a nervous grin. You snapped the photo and showed them.

“See? It’s like having your portrait painted, but this is done instantly.”

Jaskier snorted, “Look, Geralt. Now you can see just how broody you are!” Geralt only nodded in response and continued to examine their picture.

You then went on to explain cameras and videos, giving examples and simple details where you could. Jaskier found it very silly when you attempted to explain snapchat to them, he thought it was strange to send pictures to communicate when writing or typing words was easy enough. Geralt saw the practicality in it. Sometimes, a picture is best when you can’t come up with the right words. After sprouting this wisdom, Geralt stood abruptly and began tearing down their makeshift camp. You kept Jaskier’s attention, continuing to mess around with your camera. Thankfully, your phone started out at 100% battery so at least you had some time with it before it became a useless brick. Once everything was away, Geralt cleared his throat.

“Oh, right!” said Jaskier, “We have to get going...but where exactly are we going now with (Y/n) here?”

“East.” Geralt replied.

“Wha- East? I thought we were making our way west?”

Geralt shrugged. “If we go east, we’re more likely to run into her.” He motioned for you to come closer as he held Roach’s reins.

“Her? As in the crazy witch Yennefer her? Geralt, come on! Surely you know of other sorcerers or sorceresses who haven’t completely lost their minds?” Jaskier sputtered.

Geralt ignored the Bard’s protests. Instead, he gestured at Roach once you were closer. You weren’t sure what he was getting at. Was he showing you his horse? You knew he was awfully protective of her.

“Get on.”

“Wait what?” You and Jaskier called at the same time.

“I said, get on. You’re likely still weak from your journey here and unused to the magic of my signs. You’ll slow us down, so get on.”

“I’ve been your friend for years now and you haven’t let me ride your horse once. A mysterious woman shows up out of thin air and you offer it to her like it’s nothing? Unbelievable.” Jaskier scoffed, half joking.

You looked at Geralt sheepishly. “I don’t know how to ride a horse. It’s pretty rare for someone to have one-” You were cut off when Geralt suddenly lifted you up into the saddle. You hadn’t even seen him move behind you. Guess that must be those witcher reflexes.

Geralt lead Roach with you perched on top. Jaskier assured you that should you fall off, he would come rushing to your aid. You travelled this way for quite a few hours. The road you were on was completely empty as you followed it out of the woods and through vast fields. You passed the time answering any questions your new companions came up with to the best of your ability. It took a lot of effort on your part to think of ways to explain the advanced technology of your home to them, especially when you had to keep clarifying and correcting your slang. Your legs and ass were sore and your mouth incredibly dry, yet you still felt...strange.

You still couldn’t believe any of this was real. When silence fell your brain tried to justify everything that had happened with a logical answer. But logic couldn’t explain the monster’s corpse or when Geralt used Igni. A part of you was terrified. Here you were in a foreign world full of monsters and magic that you knew almost nothing about. You didn’t know how to fight, you didn’t have practically any of your belongings with you, and you had no idea how you even got here. The world of the Witcher is incredibly dangerous, and you were thrown in head first. What about school? You still had finals to finish, homework to do. Your friends? Family? They’ll all think you’re dead. There’s no way to tell them that you’re alright, you just vanished! You felt awful knowing you left your loved ones behind. Although, a part of you was excited. It’s not your fault that you were stuck here, and it’s not like you could do anything about it so why not enjoy it? Hadn’t you always dreamed of quests and adventures? You were talking to your favorite characters. They were real, and interested in what you had to say. They were trying to find you a way home. Isn’t this something you could enjoy?

The idea of getting to know Geralt and Jaskier better was comforting. Despite the difficulty of explaining your technology, they had been very easy to talk to. Both were incredibly interested in anything you said, and they shared stories and explanations as well. Hours had passed and you were genuinely enjoying their company. So you decided that you felt excited. Everything good always starts out a little bit frightening, but it’s usually worth it in the end. Geralt and Jaskier were going to help you, and you would get to have an adventure along the way. You confidently straightened your back and gripped the horn of your saddle a bit tighter. You were going to get through this, and it would be awesome. You just had to make sure you didn’t get killed or eaten by some crazy monster along the way. You were in the Continent, after all.

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