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jessica-read · 4 years ago

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Jess walked up from the beach after an afternoon of swimming and enjoying the sun on a spectacular and secluded beach in Sa Coma, on the east coast of Majorca. She was proud of her looks and the stunning English woman on holiday had gotten her share of cat-calls in the town and decidedly favorable looks from the men who walked past as she read her book and occasionally checked her email to be sure all was well back home. She also garnered friendly smiles from several women and decidedly frostier looks from women who seemed nonplussed at their men's obvious attraction to her sensual curves.

She arrived at her hotel after a 5 minute walk along the perfectly white sand, made herself a reservation for dinner at a nearby restaurant and then headed up to her room to wash away sunscreen in a luxurious sunken bathtub and make herself up before going out. Jess remembered the days when makeup was really not an option if she cared to be accepted in the world. Jess's flawlessly feminine face had come only after significant effort, for years, full makeup had been mandatory to cover her beard, and then with time, dozens of appointments for laser and electrolysis hair removal.

This evening however, she loved that she could apply those skills she'd learned for hiding an unwelcome part of herself, to rather lightly brighten and accentuate her feminine features. If Jess's work kept her from being as social as she would like, she had learned to be far more confident than in her past that her looks eased the path of the social time she did have.

In just a couple of minutes she had applied a translucent foundation, accentuated her eyes, opening them up, applied minimal blush and a brilliant shade of red for a classic, simple look. Satisfied, she adjusted her lingerie, a brand new white bridal set from Aubade, checked that her stockings were set just right and then donned a designer white dress covered with black polka dots, the skirt met the bodice a bit high, making for an appearance of even longer legs than she'd been blessed with. The tops of her white stockings were never at risk of exposure, her pretty bust was displayed to good effect, the dress's scoop neckline showed no hint of her balconette brassiere, which accentuated her bust beautifully without offering provocation.

Jess's hair had a natural wave, her hair fell about her shoulders, framing her face in shimmering golden brunette lock. Jess put in her brilliant pearl solitare earrings, clipped on a matching neclace and finished her outfit, picking up her small black clutch and stepping from her flats into 4" Louboutin heels. The red of the soles was a nice contrast to the red of her satin lipstick. She applied a touch of Coco Mademoiselle to her pulse points and enjoyed the sharp citrus oriental which blended well with her feminine scent.

Jess walked into the beautiful hotel lobby, built in solid stone with Venetian glass accents and the lingering scent of rich coffee over the waxed hardwood floors. Her heels clicked subtly against the dark wood and as she exited the front doors, she passed by a strikingly handsome man who was entering. Jess smiled shyly and then blushed prettily as the man briefly made eye contact and then took in her whole appearance, head to toe, failing to hide his obvious interest. He wore a dark blue suit over a brilliant white shirt. He was just shy of 6 feet tall, just an inch over Jess's height in her stilettos.

Walking the short distance to her restaurant, Jess wondered about her fellow guest at the luxury hotel. Clearly he was some sort of executive, however he must also be on holiday, as there is no industry on Majorca. She expected he must have noticed her flush, the flustered hitch in her stride as they passed. Jess had little experience of men. As a young girl who didn't understand how she came to be trapped in a boy's body, she had always been repulsed by the boys in her school talking crudely about girls. As she grew older and the boys conjectures and boasts turned to experience, Jess turned to books, school and music. She had begun to understand that she could not continue to live as a man and that it was possible to find another way. Those were some desperate years.

Jess's family wasn't accepting at first. In time, the slightly built girl did get to know a sensitive friend, Sadie, who shared her interest in history and the young woman was open to Jess's gender and she eventually asked Jess if she might think she was a girl? Initially shocked, and yet inwardly she felt an immediate relief that fir the first time she could remember, Jess felt seen, and no less by a woman as pretty as she hoped to be someday. They quickly became and remained fast friends and over the years as Sadie helped Jess gain a little understanding of the romance that happened between men and women. Sadie had a small crush on Jess, and accepted that as Jess came into her own, it was clear that she was attracted to men.

Jess did learn a little about romance from Sadie, the first thing was how it felt to have someone see you and care and she cherished that. As she confessed to Sadie that she was beginning to be attracted to a boy in their Junior year of high school, Jess realized a new thing in her young life. She had a strong desire to be cared for and her first crush was as strong as any young girl's. Jess and Sadie talked about what they might enjoy in a relationship, Sadie taught Jess how to kiss and they fumbled a little through the mechanics of how Jess might submit to her crush's attention if only he would notice her. Jess was flushed after their "lessons" and she realized that Sadie's attentions went a bit beyond teaching and she had to ask Sadie to stop as she knew she could never reciprocate the more experienced girl's affections. Sadie was crushed and yet each knowing the other had an entirely unrequited affection for someone unavailable, their friendship was not lessened.

As they went off to university, Jess had begun to occupy herself with plans to transition. They wound up at different schools, and their friendship remained strong and they would write to each other weekly. Jess did well in school and the summer after her senior year she had been on feminizing hormones for 3 years, she was now finally ready for her gender confirmation surgery. Because she'd been so fully occupied between studies and the demands of transition, she had had no time to explore relationships or casual romance. She had frequent enough suitors, and never the desire for reciprocating a man's interest. Remembering this past, Jess walked slowly and reflected that finally she felt fully ready for love and romance and realized that even more than her busy career, her shyness and inexperience kept her from seeking that.

What she had learned was to be intimate with herself. After so many years of feeling mostly disassociated from her body, a few months after her surgery, Jess had been laying in bed after watching a new romantic comedy, ready for sleep. That night she'd chosen one of her prettier nightgowns, a babydoll in silky taffeta and rolling to her stomach, her breasts feeling heavy under the weight of her body, still fresh from an earlier bath, she felt her nipples harden. The film had been silly, yet a few of it's moments had touched her more deeply and she'd felt both a slight tearing in her eyes and warmth in her vagina.

Now, laying in bed, feeling aroused again, she had rolled a bit to her side, lifted her hand to her breast and immediately felt a flood of warmth and a new tightness centered on her clitoris. She had reached down at first tentatively and touched herself there and in that moment, she'd felt something completely new. Jess proceeded to lay prone, her head tucked like a small bird's into her shoulder stroking herself through her silken underwear, then reaching inside to feel her wetness flowing.

After that night, she continued to explore. She did not find release, when she got to a certain excitement, she always found she began to lose control of her hands. She also didn't mind. What she had discovered was a deeper, more lasting pleasure than anything she'd even imagined and a small voice told her that what she craved most was to experience orgasm at the hands of a lover. She did, in any case, begin to understand her body, treasure her response and another part of her wondered how would she ever come to share this with a lover?

Arriving at her restaurant, Jess, was asked to sit at the bar as her table was ready. She sipped a celebratory glass of sharp, flinty sancerre. Her mood a bit wistful, wishing her first big holiday could be spent with a special beau. Just as that thought crossed her mind, the handsome gentleman from her hotel sat just down the bar from her. Surprised, she smiled and her smile was returned. Jess's heart skipped several beats ash she slightly panicked as the man stood and walked over to introduce himself, "Hello miss, I'm so glad to run across you so soon after seeing you in the hotel foyer!, I'm John Michaels, may I ask your name and maybe join you for a glass of wine?".

Once again surprised, Jess found herself nodding and she simply said "I'm Jess, I'd love to sit with you while they prepare my table". He ordered a chardonnay and asked what brought her to Majorca. Of course they were both taking solo holidays, both were early into challenging careers and celebrating important projects just finished. Jess was in a sense terrified and yet this also felt like the culmination of a long journey. Almost completely inexperienced, nonetheless here she was, enjoying a conversation with John; she felt attracted to him and was amazed that conversation just seemed to flow, and even the silences in their conversation felt comfortable.

The Maitre d’ approached and told Jess her table was ready. She looked to John and asked “would you like to join me for dinner?”. John replied enthusiastically “Yes, please.” and the Maitre d’ nodded and lead them to a table set for two.

Looking over their menus, they talked about the Spanish menu and quickly agreed on what to order and what they wanted to share in. That done and wine ordered, the settled in and John asked her “Would you tell me a bit about yourself?”

Jess sighed, smiled and replied “Sure, there’s not a whole lot to tell”, thinking to herself “and maybe more than he’ll want to hear”. She proceeded to relate her schooling, talked about her bookish tendencies, her hobbies and her new and satisfying career. They traded some thoughts on work life in the new millennium, John being easily 10 years older than Jess, had seen a bit more change in his professional life. They found a lot in common in their tastes for food, art and other leisure time and continued to talk over their first course.

As that was cleared, Jess decided it was time to let her companion know up front that she was not a cisgender woman. She knew too many men and women who’d been rejected for being trans and indirectly of the dangers of a romantic partner finding out someone was trans after the fact. With a gulp and a small frown she said “I should tell you something”. John was a perceptive guy and caught the change in her demeanor, wondering what news this beautiful woman was going to drop.

Jess started “Because I’m attracted to you, and you’ve been fairly clear in your interest in me, I feel I should share this up front. I’m quite flattered you like me and this can be a deal breaker for a lot of men so I want you to know that I’m a transgender woman. I don’t know if that is something I need to explain and I’m glad to if you want”.

John replied “Thank you for telling me and I can easily be clear, I’m completely enraptured already in who you are. I’m glad you told me and I’d like to assure you, you didn’t need to. I am not ambivalent to transition status, in that I’ve already decided I like you and that’s all I need to know. I hope you’ll feel free to share as little or as much additionally about transition as you wish.”

Jess felt an amazing wave of relief, worry over the need to navigate these disclosures wasn’t a small part of why she’d long avoided dating and she was deeply relieved that on her first time, it seemed to have gone so easily. She said “Ok, wow, I’m relieved and thank you for understanding, I have to say at the very least I was expecting to have to do some explaining. Let’s leave it at that for now and when and if we get more intimate, I’ll certainly want to share how my path got me to where we are today.”

The proceeded to eat a marvelous meal and talked about their lives, a little about families, a lot about university and work. They didn’t share a lot of exact interests or activities, and yet there were overlaps and Jess felt that they shared a certain sympatico which had warmed considerably after her disclosure. She was glad that he clearly didn’t warm to her the way she had seen some men had, clearly fantasizing about an exotic body. Perhaps even more, she was glad he hadn’t asked if she had had gender confirmation surgery. Jess was entirely surprised it had gone so smoothly. She’d talked to so many sexually active trans friends who’d had nightmarish experiences, she felt happy and a bit lucky tonight.

Having finished their dinner, John asked if he could walk Jess back to their hotel. Elated, she inclined her head, and smiled, assenting. They walked slowly, listening to the music ringing out from a nearby nightclub, the soft rhythm of small waves finding the white beach and the occasional night bird singing out. Pausing to call Jess's attention to the blanket of stars a-shimmer over their heads, John took her hand in his and said "Jessica, you are an amazing woman and I'm so glad we've met". Jess smiled, nodded her head and replied "Thank You kind sir, I have rarely felt much special except in negative ways, I feel you're too kind?".

At that, John gently pulled her to him, leaned down and slowly wrapping his arm behind her, pulled her close enough that her breasts touched his chest. He moved slowly and with deliberation, allowing her many slow moments to pull away. Jess's heart was racing and much as she could not believe this was happening, it also felt like finally turning the corner on a path encompassing a couple of decades. She met his eyes, nervously parted her lips and then looked down as he leaned over to kiss her.

Jess was shocked at the electricity she felt throughout her body as their lips met. A warmth built in her abdomen. John's tongue sought hers and she responded to her first kiss since experimenting with Sadie and the first time ever that she truly wanted the overture she was receiving. Their kiss lasted and developed more passion and soon Jess began to feel that warmth in her core expand both to a flush across her chest and a distinct throbbing and flow of weness under her lacy underthings.

Her new beaux's hands moved smoothly to her thigh and to cradle the back of her head, pulling her hps to him and gently easing her head back, he began to kiss all over her face and neck, gentle yet also firm and assertive. Just as Jess was certain she was ready to give in to this moment, John felt that in her response and now lifted his hand up her torso, feeling her curves, Jess realized he must be noting the outlines of her fancy knickers, suspender and brassiere. Johns hand stopped at the swell of her breasts and closed, controlling her body through the soft fabric and firm yielding flesh.

Jess gasped and sought his mouth with hers, her reservations swept aside, she craved being taken by this calmly assertive man, now it was her pelvis that sought out his, feeling his hardness, she mewed and turned her lips towards his, mewling a little as she did and reading her desire he returned his mouth to hers and began a kiss more passionate than the last. Now John's hand shifted from her head down her body to lift the hem of her dress where he caressed her over the top of her stocking and slowly moved up toward her center. Now Jess was completely overwhelmed, throwing caution to the wind she welcomed submission to this attractive, sensitive man.

And just as quickly they slowed as they heard a group of voices, both men and women approaching on the other side of a line of trees. Gently, John slowed and afraid for a moment, Jess found herself glad of the interruption. For all the desire she felt to give in to the moment, she didn't want others to see her in dishabille, even on a romantic dark night in the Spanish Med. Their passion momentarily cooled, Jess met John's eyes, pulling away a fraction, she also leaned in to kiss him affirmatively. She knew she was ready to submit to what this man wanted for them this evening. As they kissed, John took her hand again and then said to her "Can I take you back to your room, or mine?".

Jess hesitated a fraction as the butterflies moved up from her belly to her chest, and then hesitantly answered "Yes, let's go to mine, please". Still holding hands they walked back to the road and along it under brass lamps and palm trees and a deep black Mediteranean sky, studded with stars.

Crossing back through the entrance where they'd met, Jess felt yet another small realization, she'd already had so many firsts tonight, a first kiss in passion, a first romantic date, her first experience of someone taking her to a place of pleasure. Now she was walking into a hotel with a man she'd met that very evening, past the desk staff and concierge, almost unbearably conscious that these were witnesses to her crossing a threshold with a significance only she knew -- was likely to be the loss of her virginity.

Jess was conscious of blushing and had a moment of fear that all those people would see her redness. And then, as quickly, she let go. Jess was 24, an adult and had worked diligently for a dozen years to make this reality possible. Still, feeling the butterflies, she was determined to own this moment.

In the elevator, she pressed the button for her floor, the fifth and then moved closer to John and lifted her lips for another kiss. She certainly didn't feel fully confident, however she had learned in university and her career that when she knew she'd put in the work to be ready for a thing, then doubts were best dispelled by taking the single step.

At her floor, they stepped out together and she turned toward her room, slipped the key into the old door and turned the lock. John gently pushed the door open and let her lead the way where she turned on one light dim by the bed, then turned off all the others and stepped to him. John said "are you OK, do you want to make love tonight?". Jess nodded her head emphatically and said quietly yet firmly "Yes, I am, please".

John now sat on the bed and motioned for her to come to him, she slipped off her heels and offered her mouth to his which he took passionately. Once again, his tongue sought out hers, she now turned her hands to his strong shoulders, down over his body, steadying herself as she felt anything but steady inside. It was as if her usually steady center had been replaced by an uncertain landscape and she enjoyed using him as a new center for her gravity.

John now reached to Jess's back and found the zipper to her dress. Gently opening the fastening, he caressed her back and she again felt her core go liquid hot and held him tight to steady herself. As the field of black dots over white slid down her body to crumple about her legs, John gasped as if he had never seen as lovely a sight. Jess was aware also that against her lightly tanned skin, the pearls, the bridal-white lace lingerie was brilliant and framed her curves so well, she had no doubt she was desirable.

Once again he took her firmly in his hands, one on her left breast, another on her waist and felt her quiver at his touch, then gently guided her to sit beside him on the bed. John stoold and began to disrobe himself. His body was barely tanned as he removed his shirt. His physique was beautiful, reasonably chiseled and yet he did not look like a gym addict. Next he removed his shoes and socks, set them carefully away from the bed and then, unfastening his belt, stripped off his trousers and underwear togther.

Jess took in his body and was glad he was so handsome. She didn't require this, and at the same time, didn't mind, she also immediately took in that his penis was not small and was semi-erect, a little intimidated, she was also drawn to it, aching to discover what it would be like as they made love. She pulled back the coverlet and sheets and moved herself to lay on the bed on her side, making it clear she wanted him to now take the lead. He now moved beside her, moved her hand to her hip, kissed her hard and urged her to lay back for him.

Jess melted into the bed as she felt her first man move over her, his manhood hanging down to graze her hip as he placed a leg between hers to nudge her to slightly part them, making way for him. He traced his lips down to her breasts and kissed, taking them in his hands to let her know he considered the sensitive flesh to be his property and then pulled his thumbs up to lightly roll her already hard nipples, electrifying them and sending a jolt down to her pussy. Rubbing his now fully erect shaft aginst the mound between her legs, he returned to her mouth and took his ownership, penetrating her lips with his tongue. Jess's pelvis now rocked to meet his motions and for a while they simply kissed like that as she became more aroused by the moment. John brought her hand to his shaft now and let her feel its silken covered hardness, its weight and told her to stroke him. She complied eagerly and she realized that right then what she wanted most was for him to penetrate her.

John had a different plan. slowly pulling away he now knelt between her legs slipped his fingers under her lace white underwear, and, urging her to lift her hips, pulled the high waisted garment off and down her legs. He then brought his face to her mound and used his tongue and lips to begin teasing her into a place she had wanted and yet not fully imagined. John wandered over her flesh, nibbling here, probing there, seeking for her clitoris and finding it caressing her body with his hands as he drove her towards ecstasy with his mouth. He traced her suspender belt, up and down her stocking clad leg as Jess began to writhe and again, rock her hips to meet him. Now he added first one and then two fingers inside her, lightly exploring her wetness, learning her response before taking her the way they both knew she wanted and now urgently needed.

Jess could feel an orgasm was close. and wanting it, she also now wanted her lover to make her his by taking her as she had always imagined being taken by a lover. As if by command, he now rose and sat up to caress her breasts and look into her eyes. "Are you ready for me Jess?, may I take your virginity?". "Yes, please John" she said, "I can't believe this is happening and yes it's what I want". He took her head in his left hand, holding her by her long hair and then taking his shaft in his other hand, brought it to her entrance, which was slick with her arousal, he rubbed the head slowly into her, lubricating himself and a the same time bringing a gasp from her, followed by a quiet moan "Yes, oh John, please take me now" she said.

leaning forward, he now ran himself up and down over Jess's clitoris, making them both even more ready and then let himself slowly into her. He held himself back a bit, watching her closely as he filled her a little at a time and seeing that she winced a little and then moaned again in deep pleasure, he finished filling her. Now John slowly stroked inside Jess, taking pleasure as she parted her legs farther and made room for him to take her more deeply, her white stockings against his skin and then her breasts being lightly crushed as he lowered himself to embrace her tightly and began to thrust harder. Jess moaned and was vaguely aware of her gladness that the walls were stone and anyone in an adjacent room would be unlikely to hear her ecstacy. As he felt her arousal build, he continued to penetrate her deeply, faster, slower, more or less deeply yet always insistent on seeking pleasure for both of them.

Soon Jess felt an inevitable climax upon her. Lost from any sense of control, completely wrapped up in this beautiful man taking her for both his pleasure and hers, she now began to quiver and then her orgasm exploded from her core and out to her whole body. She was a goddess, clad in virginal lace being driven to a height she could only experience. Oblivious to all around her, she held this man to her as he took her forcefully. She nearly lost consciousness and, feeling her slow and relax, for the moment spent, he now slowed and simply rested inside her as she rode out the after-shocks of her first orgasm.

John now wanted to take his weight off of his beautiful new lover and he easily rolled over, still filling her and handily flipped her astride himself. Already rousing from her bliss Jess knew she wanted one more thing, to see him finish and to take him into herself again as he did. She smiled and said "Oh my, that was amazing and I don't think you have come yet, can we continue?".

Smiling back, John nodded. He held her by her waist and began to thrust again. Jess immediately felt her pleasure rise again and sensed that now John was ready to take his own from her. Indeed, his hands now roamed down over her suspender belt and stockings, yet again tracing the curves of the lingerie, her broad hips and then back to hold her breasts. She was amazed to now find her new lover was fully suspending her weight in his strong arms. While she was astride, there was no doubt that he was in control and he now entered her at the pace he wanted, caressing where he would and taking his pleasure in her body. Jess felt deliciously used, wanted and above all controlled, now she was a plaything for his pleasure. Again, she moaned without control and while she could feel his climax was coming, in her rapture at being so completely controlled, she now orasmed again.

Jess now went virtually limp as John continued to penetrate her and lowered her down to him to kiss her deeply as he finished their coupling. She was little more than a rag doll now, her second orgasm released and now echoing in after-shocks receding as he finally built to his finish. Jess felt him explode inside her and the shred of consciousness she kept hold of now coalesced in a sense of pride that she was strong enough to allow herself to be used for a lover's pleasure.

Now they collapsed together. Jess had 5 days left to her holiday and she knew she would spend much of that with John. She drifted off thinking to herself: "my lover".

Written by @sadies-musings

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twit-moonstar · 5 years ago

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i fall to pieces: chapter one - roger taylor x fem!reader

N/A: Hey! This is just the first chapter of this little mini series I’ll do. I was intending on doing a big ass one shot but I can’t force myself to finish it so I decided to post what I have and see if there’s actually any interest on reading this. It’s a 80s Roger x Stripper!Reader, in case the little banner didn’t gave it away. Let me know your opinion and reblog the fic if you liked it <3

N/A2: I edited this myself, so pardon me if there’s any grammar mistake or incoherence! (Doesn’t excuse me but) English it’s not my first languaje.

Summary: When Y/N, a dancer at the Blue Velvet stripclub mets rockstar Roger Taylor, she’s torn between mistrust and flirting shamelessly but little by little they find a way to each other’s heart.

Warnings: There’s no smut in this bc i’m not up for it but there will be a few references to sex.

Words: roughly 3K

“Bring you ass here, Laura!” exclaimed Coco and you rejected the various shots that Laura offered you before she walked to Coco with a simple gesture of your hand. Applying the deep wine lipstick carefully, you smile in different ways in the mirror to try to get into this persona you had created for the club.

Working on the club night after night was taking its toll over you, and you were in desperate need of a vacation but you wouldn’t dare to ask Mike about it. Your rent was due in a week and you still needed a few pounds to get the amount of money you needed.

Maybe I should go on that date with that guy, Tate, you think. You already know him and how his crushes tended to go for the girl he had put his eye on—The fortunate chosen one would end up with a new shiny pair of brand shoes and a gold bracelet or a diamond necklace, all of that without even sleeping with him. Of course, those who did sleep with him could get a whole lot more but that wasn’t something that you were thrilled for— and he was certainly interested in you.

You walk out of the dressing room. The club wasn’t yet at its fullest, as it was fairly early yet. The lights, however, were starting to get lowered and soon the place would be bathed in blue and red.

“Busy night, Karma?” asks the new barmaid, Matt, you think. He’s been trying to get into your pants ever since he started to work, but you never pay him any attention.

“Not yet, Matthew,” you reply, passing by without looking at him and walking straight to a group of three men drinking beer and watching to one in particular.

They seem delighted with your presence as if you had chosen them for some special reason. By the end of two songs, you’re fifty pounds richer. It’s not the most you can get, but you’re tired and at this point of the week you don’t even care.

You walk to the bar and observe the club. It wasn’t the fanciest place, but it felt cheery enough for you after all this time. Sometimes it scared you how comfortable you felt there but you had to remember why you had started to work in a place like this.

A group of men enters, laughing at some joke probably, and they stumble to one of the black velvet sofas. As a dancer of the well-known Blue Velvet strip club—or as the owner preferred to call it ‘gentleman’s club’—, it wasn’t uncommon to see band members around. The almost-naked girls were beautiful and the alcohol was the good kind if you had the money, who wouldn’t be attracted to come? So when you recognise at least two of them as Roger Taylor and John Deacon, you’re not surprised.

You walk to the pole that’s right in front of them and start dancing, without looking at them at first, just to catch their attention. Bet they’re good money, you through, lucky me.

Much to your surprise, Roger requests for a private dance, just for him. That flattered you; you wouldn’t deny it. Rockstars usually picked someone else—like Ginger, with her long legs and big ass, or Coco, who had straight blonde hair and nice tits.

Of course, you had your charms, but usually, you would give private dances for rich and boring businessmen in suits. Never someone as exciting as Queen’s drummer.

With his blonde hair, mischievous blue eyes, and delicate yet strong features, he was, by far, the most attractive man you had ever met.

Despite your nervousness, you flashed him a flirty smile that he returned as you led him to a private room. He sits down on the black leather couch while you pour him a glass of whiskey.

“You don’t drink?” He says, taking a gulp and licking his lips afterward. You shake your head no with a little smile.

“I don’t drink while working, Mr. Taylor.”

He asked you then to not call him mister, to which you replied with a smile and an amused ‘yes, sir.’

“What’s your name?”

“Karma,” you replied simply, walking to the little selection of vinyl you had to play. “Do you like Pink Floyd? Or maybe Led Zeppelin?”

You know there’s a lot of magazines that gather trivial information like what’s his favourite band, or book, and even actress, but you never bother to buy them. You’re not greatly interested in keeping up with the life of any rockstar, to be honest. You’re quite busy trying to keep up with your own life.

He cocks his head slightly to the side, thinking for a moment before ignoring your question. “Why did you pick it?”

You weren’t bothered by his curiosity, although not many had asked you about it.

You had earned your nickname in your first week when you slapped a guy when he tried to undress you himself. Whereas some of the girls believed you would be instantly fired, the owner warned you against taking the matter into your own hands next time and let it slide, saying you had to call security next time—unless it was urgent.

To the exception of a few regular clients, who had already heard the story, men usually came to ogle over your body and not to learn anything about you.

“Because I’ll punch anyone who has it coming,” you reply.

“When is that?”

“When someone tries to piss me off trying to get way too handsy when I don’t allow it,” you say with a light and joyous tone. Oh, how you would be happy to throw a punch or two to some idiots that believed that could touch with no consequences because you were wearing little clothes. You had gained pretty much all of your patience just working here.

He took the glass to his mouth again to cover a nascent smile, but you notice the corner of his lips curving upwards.

It made you smile as well.

Despite the more than a generous tip that Roger gave you, you didn’t think he would come back and were pleasantly surprised to see him again two weeks later.

There was a certain lustful glow on his deep blue eyes, and you would lie if you said that the prospect of having his hands all over you didn’t send a jolt of desire straight to your core.

So you decided to end your dance by sitting on his lap, giving him a proper view of your almost naked tits, and taking his hands to slide them to your ass.

A little flirting never hurt anyone, you think.

He grinned at you. “You’re not gonna hit me, right, love?”

“Of course not, sir.”

He squeezed your ass and you grinded against him trying your best to follow the rhythm of the music.

“When does your shift end?”

You almost stop on your tracks at the question but you laugh softly instead.

“We only provide dancing services, sir. Don’t let your hands on my ass confuse you,” you replied teasingly, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t seem offended by the insinuation on your word’s choice but instead amused.

“I was planning on wine and dine you.”

This time you do stop moving and look at him, slowly getting out of his lap and standing in front of him. The music keeps playing, but you don’t move at all as you watch him carefully, searching for any hint of…

What were you looking exactly? Something in his eyes that gave away his true intentions, probably, since you always guided yourself by your mistrust when it came to people, especially men who were older than you.

“You did, huh?”

He’s obviously only interested in seeing what’s down the skimpy lingerie, right?

But he seems sincere, so you smile. “Fine.”

“Can I get your real name now, love? I think I deserve to know with whom I am having dinner,” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, but smiled, nonetheless.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” The way he said your name, like savouring every syllable in his tongue, made your heart give a little jump on your chest. “Nice.”

Despite Roger’s best efforts to impress you and convince you to stay a night at his place, it takes two dates more before you finally agree to do so.

It’s not that you aren’t impressed you have enjoyed very much the expensive wine and fancy restaurants, but you truly enjoy his company and there’s this feeling that if you sleep with him once you will never see him again.

Not that you can see getting involved in a romantic relationship with him, but if you can just spend time with Roger, then you would take the most advantage out of it you could.

“Sit down, put yourself comfortable,” he says, walking into what you assume it’s the kitchen and you nod.

You observe the spacious place. The walls are painted with a warm cream colour, which doesn’t exactly match the wooden furniture, like the shelving on the corner. You’re surprised to see the great number of books and before you realise you’re standing in front of the shelving, caressing delicately a book spine.

You take one out and look at the cover. On the road by Jack Kerouac.

“That’s one of my favourites,” Roger’s voice says on your ear and you jump a little on your spot, which makes him smile. “Have you read it?”

“No. I was about to buy it once, but I choose another,” you say, opening a random page and reading whatever it catches your attention.

«"I love love," she said, closing her eyes, and I promised her beautiful love.”» You smiled. Would it be just a coincidence that you had read exactly that paragraph?

“What’s so funny?” he asks and you read it out loud for him. Roger looks into the nothing, his blue gaze deep in thought.

“That’s a good chapter,” he says simply and you nod, without knowing what to say.

Had been reading something like that a too-bold of a movement? You didn’t expect anything from him, you couldn’t have the luxury to fantasize about him. A few dates can’t mean anything, do they?There’s a strange shift in the air, and you hate it. Ten minutes ago you were laughing and whispering silly things on the corridor while trying to open the flat’s door.

“Do you have something to drink?” you say softly.

“You can keep the book if you want,” Roger said and you looked at the book on your hands. It’s in good condition, which means it’s either new or he hasn’t read it that many times, but he said it’s his favourite and you feel a little bad thinking about taking it.

“Oh, no, that’s fine. I couldn’t,” you say, shaking your head and leaving the book on its place.

“If you don’t want to keep it, you can borrow it.”

“I’ll think about it. Now, what about that drink, uh?”

“Yeah, yeah. You like white wine?”

“Actually, do you have something without alcohol?” you ask, sheepishly, and he nods.

“Of course. You like Cola?”

You both sit down on the couch, facing each other, and drinking.“Y’know, we have been in three dates but I don’t think I know much about you,” he says and you bit your lower lip softly, which only brings his attention to your lips. He’s making conversation before fucking or is interested in knowing you? Men usually weren’t interested in hearing whatever you had to say, it was the sad truth and you had already gotten used to it.

“Nothing worth of telling you, to be honest,” you shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

“That’s a load of crap, and I don’t buy it,” he replies and you smile, before leaving the glass on the little coffee table. Getting closer to him, you finally connected your lips to his. It tastes of wine and the cigarette that he had been smoking earlier while driving.

“Let’s go to your bedroom,” you whisper before deepening the kiss. He pulls apart, getting up and taking your hand to lead the way. Chit chat can come later if he still wants to be around after fucking.

You’re the first to wake up the next morning so you try to be as quiet as possible as you roll out of bed and go to the toilet to refresh yourself a little. You wash your face, trying to get rid of the eyeshadow under your eye as much as possible, and after you’re satisfied you tie your hair on a loose ponytail.

You’re already dressed, so all you need to do is get your bag and coat, write him a note or say goodbye if he’s awake and leaves. You open the toilet door and go to the living. Just as you’re putting on your coat, Roger gets out of the kitchen with a water bottle on his hand and smiles at you like he’s thinking gotcha.

“Stay for breakfast?”

“I got things to do,” you lie quickly. Roger raises an eyebrow, probably questioning your answer.

You’re one to value honesty but right now, you can’t bring yourself to spend more time with him. He’ll start to ask questions and that’s the last thing you want, as much as you like his company.

“Really? I’m starting to think you’re just using me for sex,” he says, with mocking hurt and you try not to smile.

“That’s a low blow,” you accuse.“What you got?”

“Coffee, toast and pop tarts,” he recites with closed eyes like he’s mentally looking through his cupboard.

You think he probably doesn’t have a lot of food right now since it’s the last days of the months. You wondered if someone did shopping for him and when was the last time he did? Did he ever do that? Was he able to do it now, being famous and all?

“What flavour?”

“Strawberry?”

“I want two,” you demand. Roger just nods with a smile.

You walk inside the kitchen and sit on a stool by the breakfast bar and observe Roger preparing breakfast. He’s wearing a white shirt and black sweatpants; his hair is dishevelled but it gives him certain charm.

“You slept well?” Roger asks, placing your coffee in front of you.

“Yeah, I think I can confidently say your bed is the most comfortable I’ve slept in.”

“You’re welcomed in again whenever you please,” he winks, taking a sip of his tea.

“Shut up,” you reply, taking a bit of your pop tart but you’re smiling.

“I’m serious, though, I’d love to repeat that. Dinner included, of course.”

“We’ll see,” you just say.

A long beat happens before you speak again. “Why are you so interested in me?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he says, sipping on his cup.

You sigh. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t, I’m just saying it’s strange.”

He raises an eyebrow, and his blue eyes are inquisitive, looking at your face like he could find on your eyes the answer to your constant changes between being apprehensive and flirting shamelessly. “Why?”

“Because I- I thought men like you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me?”

“Someone like you?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I think I can be interesting and, maybe, a good company but you could be with anyone you want,” you state like it’s obvious like it’s the kind of thing every man with a highly successful career thinks.

“And I want to spend my time with you, guess it’s because you’re good company,” he states, matter of factly but your expression must give away that you’re not so convinced so he takes one of your hands and interlocks your fingers.

“Look, I like you and as long as you’re willing to entertain my interest on you, I’m gonna keep asking you out.”He looks at your hands for a second before looking up to see you smiling down at him.

“Fine. I like you too, you know?”

“I know,” he replies with a cheeky smile.

“But I gotta go,” you say and he lets go of your hand.

“Can I pass to the toilet?“

“Go ahead, you know where it is.”

After you’re done, you get out of the toilet to put your coat on and get your purse. However, you’re not exactly sure of how to say goodbye, so you stand awkwardly in front of him, close by the door.

“C’mere,” he chuckles, softly pushing you flush against him and cradling your face to kiss your lips with delicately.

“See ya soon, love.” He opens the door and you step outside on the corridor.

“Goodbye, Rog. Thanks for yesterday, I enjoyed it very much,” you smile.

He grins. “Well, of course ya did.”

“Don’t get too cocky now, Taylor, you lean towards him, your mouth close to his ear. “It wasn’t me begging last night, after all,” you whisper and kiss his cheek quickly, like fearing being seen, and start walking to the elevator.

He watches you with a smile until the elevator door closes.

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor x you #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor x female reader

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judediangelo75 · 4 years ago

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Different Sides of the Same Coin

Hello, hello~

I’m back with another story. This time is gonna be Talbott finding out a bit more about Judith. Mainly of their story and about her father, Kendrick (who I’m currently drawing and will post soon).

There’s gonna be some angst and feelings here. Also this is happening when they’re 14, so a little after they’ve become friends (but Judith already has a crush on Talbott).

Hope you guys like it!

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Hey everyone,

This is an old work I’m rewriting because this is the prequel to the prequel of the “Without You/The Man Behind the Necklace” series I’ve written.

The original prequel took place in 4th year, where Judith brought David ( @that-scouse-wizard ) to her dad’s gravesite on his birthday. But I remembered this story, where the first actual person who knew the backstory of Kendrick’s passing was Talbott. Which I remembered when I was rewriting/editing Parts 2 and 3 of the series. So I’m throwing this in there. I’ve even added a hint of backstory in the Father’s Day piece I wrote last year, that wasn’t a story really read like the Mother’s Day piece I wrote.

I’ll add it to the “Without You/The Man Behind the Necklace” Master list as a little bonus. It’ll actually tell the day Kendrick passed away.

Anywho, enough rambling. On with the story!

MC Friend: David Willows

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Pale gold eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. The owner of those unique eyes hasn’t felt the blessing of sleep for the past few days now.

All because of today.

Rolling out of bed, the young girl walked up to her calendar and stared at the date.

November 27, 1986.

A lone tear escaped the corner of her left eye.

‘Papa's birthday... and the 5th year anniversary of his death.’

Judith let out a soft sigh, running a hand through her waist length locs. Even though it’s been five years but it felt like it was just yesterday where she sat on her father’s lap, singing a song he taught her from their time in Barbados. Experiencing the last hug she’ll ever received from the first love of her life. Watching those pale gold eyes she inherited from him close, never to see the light of day again.

"I miss you everyday, Papa," she whispered.

Two pairs of talons found her shoulders as lithe body slink in between her legs. The young witch chuckled as her dear pets sensed her evident sadness, seeking to comfort their owner. Slender fingers threaded through black and white feathers respectively, causing the two owls to let out a soft coo. Judith gently urged Vince and Stark back onto their respective perches. Toned arms picked the Kneazle slinking through her legs, smoothing the magical creature’s silky fur. Luna let out a purr as her owner set her on the bed.

Carefully slipping out of her room, Judith headed for the Hufflepuff bathroom for a quick bath. It's still relatively early in the morning, so a lot of people are still sleeping. Which meant no lines, just how the young witch liked it.

The young girl brushed her teeth and washed her face before hopping into a bath. She sunk under the bubbles, letting the gentle scent of her coco butter body wash relax her senses.

She knew that she was going to have carry on like normal, or at least try to. Around the month of November, she was the most sensitive. Which was why she did her best to keep her head down as much as possible.

Last thing she wanted was to break down in front of her friends...

Giving herself a good scrub down, she promptly rinsed off the suds off, leaving behind soft, sweet smelling skin. Wrapped up in fluffy towel, Judith quickly rushed back to the privacy of her dorm room. Selecting her traditional House robes from her closet, she set it on her bed before applying her homemade coconut and coco butter whipped body butter. Spritzing on some her coconut scented perfume on her skin, she slipped into before putting on her robes.

Judith gazed into her mirror, staring at her locs with tired eyes. She didn’t have much strength to morph it into her usual heavy bun that day. Letting out another sigh, she decided for a half up, half down situation. She only had Transfiguration and Charms today, so it shouldn’t be that big of an issue.

Walking over to her bed, she pulled out a small safe that was hiding underneath it.

It was a safe gifted to her by her father to keep all the valuables given to her by her grandmother, and later on him. Whispering the password, the safe opened. She pulled out the necklace her papa would always wear. It was made out of dark red beads and had a rather large shark tooth attached to it. He always told her that when she was a baby, she always liked to touch and play with it. Even occasional teethe on it when her little gums would ache. The girl silently chuckled at the memory and put it on. Judith let out a soft sigh, clenching at the tooth out of comfort.

‘Time to take on the day...’

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It was a while before breakfast could even start in the Great Hall. Judith took the opportunity to go for a quiet walk around the castle and into the forest near by.

When time finally came for breakfast start, the Hufflepuff witch went into the massive hall, humming the tone of her father's song while playing with the necklace mindlessly.

"Hey Judith, you okay?" Gold eyes glanced up to find brown eyes staring back at her. Judith tried to give her best mate a convincing smile as she replied,

"I’m alright, David.” David briefly narrowed his eyes at his friend. Something was telling him she wasn’t being honest with him. But if she wasn’t looking to tell, he wouldn’t force her to tell him. He respected her enough to do that.

He gave his fellow House mate a nod and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Judith inhaled and exhaled shakily, feeling tears burn her eyes but quickly blinked them away before he could notice.

‘Do not cry.’

David and Judith grabbed some breakfast plates and went their separate ways. Not wishing to stay in the crowded area, Judith decided to go to the Courtyard to eat. Just as she walking out of the Great Hall, someone flipped her plate, causing food to splatter all over her robes and on the floor.

"Oops, didn't see you there Harris," Merula smirked. Ismelda let out a dark chuckle at the Hufflepuff’s predicament. The witch glared at the two Slytherins.

"Seriously Merula? What's your problem?!" The girl snarled.

"My problem is that you don't know your place. You don't belong here, Harris." Merula gave a cruel smile as she and Ismelda walked into the Great Hall. Judith sighed, rubbing her face.

"Judith, are you okay?!" The girl in question looked up to find worried green eyes staring at her. She tried to give the Slytherin giant a smile, though it probably came out more like a grimace.

"I'll be okay, Barnaby. Don't worry..." Barnaby didn't look too convinced as he helped his friend clean up the mess on the floor. Judith nodded her thanks as she made her way to the Kitchens.

‘Might as well throw this food away. I wasn't hungry anyways...’

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After dropping off her dirty dish and cleaning it, Judith returned to the Hufflepuff bathroom to take another quick bath. Throwing her sticky and dirty robes into the laundry bin, she immediately searched her closet for something suitable to wear. Those were her last clean robes and laundry day wasn't until Saturday. She was gonna have find something semi appropriate to wear to class.

‘I hope Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick would understand...’

She picked a spare white button down shirt, her house tie, a black open jacket, black skirt, black stockings and shiny ballet flats. Putting on her outfit, she deemed herself presentable.

Spraying on some perfume, she quick grabbed my bag and rushed to the Transfiguration classroom so she can explain my "outfit malfunction" to Professor McGonagall early.

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Thankfully the older witch understood her situation and told the young witch not to worry about it. She was pleased that she at least showed up in some class related. Judith took a seat towards the middle of the room, doing her best to pay attention to this week's lesson, Duro.

Her only issue, however, was that Merula was in here. The Slytherin witch was sitting in the same table as Judith, apparently missing her class session since she was sick and was in hers to catch up. She kept on sending Judith a sneaky smirk, which she tried to ignore.

Eventually Professor McGonagall left the class alone so they could to attempt the transfiguration. They all took each end of our tables. Judith made sure to study the spell a bit more, humming the tune to herself. With a wave of her wand, the apple before her harden to solid stone. She let out her first genuine smile that day at the sight of her success.

"Took you long enough, Harris. You're one of the last people to even complete such a simple transfiguration." Judith’s smile drop at the sound of Merula’s voice.

‘Ignore her, she's not worth it.’

"But seeing how you were so distracted with your awful singing of that same stupid song over and over again and your background of a family, it makes sense."

‘Ignore. Ignore. IGNORE.’

"Tch, not like you come from a worthy family anyways. Your mad brother ran away, probably dead in a ditch somewhere. Your mum probably doesn't even care about you. And your dad..." A shaky hand grasped at the shark tooth as Judith mentally chanted to herself to stay calm.

‘Merula's words aren't important, she's not-’

"Wasn't he one of the 'Greatest Healers in Scotland' or some crap? Rubbish! Clearly he wasn't if he had to quit his job. Some Healer he turned out to be. If the Daily Prophet is true, he truly was weak if he couldn't heal himself from a little disease," Merula laughed.

Tears burned her eyes as Judith sharply looked up at the Slytherin witch with a thunderous glare. Merula flinched back at the sight and let out a startled yelp as the irate Hufflepuff jumped over the table and tackled her.

Chaos erupted around the room but Judith couldn't find it within herself to give a damn. Purple eyes stared up at her in shock and fear as strong slender fingers wrapped tightly around a pale throat. Judith’s remaining hand balled into a fist before making contact with the Slytherin’s face. Judith’s bloodthirst purred in satisfaction at the sound of bone meeting bone, deforming her prey’s face.

"MISS HARRIS! What is the meaning of this?!" Miss McGonagall stared her usually quiet student in feared awe as she made a punching bag out of another student. The witch in question didn't answer as she held Merula by her throat and threw her across the classroom. Merula slammed into the wall, falling face forward to the ground. The boastful witch shakily rose to her knees. Tears was overflowing down dark brown cheeks as pale gold eyes leveled a hateful glare at her.

"I'm sick and tired of you, Merula! I don't know why you think bringing others down makes you better than everyone else but it doesn't. You keep any mentions of my Papa out of that vile mouth of yours! You don't even have the faintest idea about him and what he bloody means to me! For you to even mention and insult him TODAY out of all days, I..." Judith sniffed angrily, shaking violently.

"I..." ‘Why is it suddenly hard to breathe?’

"I..." Judith was suddenly acutely aware of all the eyes on her. The worried eyes of some of her friends. The confused and fearful looks of her classmates. The concerned and curious gaze of Professor McGonagall. Her hair fell out of its lazy bun, falling around her.

‘I probably looked as mad as everyone claimed me to be...’

Feeling like a cornered animal, Judith blindly ran out of the Transfiguration classroom. Cries of different voices sounded from behind her but she didn't dare go back in that room.

‘Fighting Merula and running away will definitely cost me some serious House points, but I can't find it in me to-’

"OOF!" Distracted by her distressed thoughts, Judith wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. Resulting in her colliding into someone, causing the pair to fall.

"Ugh... Where's the fire, Judith?" Judith froze when she heard that familiar voice grunt. Hesitantly, she looked right into a pair of red eyes.

‘Talbott... Oh no...'

"S-sorry, Tal-Talbott... I-I... got somewhere to b-be. S-sorry again about running into you," she clumsily apologized, sniffling in between.

‘Dear Gods, nothing is going right for me today. I probably look like a mess in front of my crush.’

New tears sprang from her eyes at the thought. Not wanting the Ravenclaw boy to see her like this, she quickly got off of him and made a run for it. She ran throughout the school, those who she passed looked at her with bewildered expressions. But she didn't dare stop until she reached the Dark Forest in the Magical Creature Reserve.

"Ne-Nerco! Nerco, where are you," she called out as she frantically searched the forest.

A gentle nudge came from behind her just a few seconds later.

Judith turned to the Thestral, hugging the dark horse's head. Necro stomped one of his hooves into the dirt as his ears pressed back against his head, clearly worried about his small caretaker. Judith let out a few miserable sniffles before climbing onto his back.

"To Papa," she whispered the horse's ears. The dark house understood, running and taking flight. Necro flew high enough in the clouds to avoid detection, seeing how transportation by Thestral is forbidden.

‘Might as well break all the rules.’

Judith buried her face in the creature's neck, little tears pricking her eyes still. It took some time to fully leave Hogwarts grounds and to the graveyard where her dear papa was laid to rest. She simply listened to the occasion rumble of thunder around them, signaling that it was going to rain soon.

Eventually, she felt Nerco begin to descend. She didn't move from her spot until they landed. Sliding off the gentle creature's back, she numbly walked to the tombstone that marked her father's burial place. Falling on her knees, she blankly stared at the stone slab.

She didn't know how long she sat there. Even away from everyone, she felt like she was still suffocating...

"Papa, you promised that you will always be with me... So where are you? Please... say something," she pleaded, bowing her head.

Judith remembered a little while after his death, she went into her little safe and found many of her papa's belongings that wasn't there before. Even a letter by him.

Where he apologized that he can no longer here for her like he wanted to. That he had to accept his fate given to him, even if it meant leaving her behind. But he promised that he was always with her, looking out for her. To never give up, that he enjoyed the last few years of his life because of her. And that he wanted her to enjoy the life given to her.

As comforting as those words may be, Judith still missed him. Still thought she could've done more for him.

Even taken his place.

She was never wanted by her mother and Jamal left them all behind just weeks before her father’s death. Some days she thought about leaving this world just to be with her beloved father again.

Back to the person who truly gave a damn about her...

Ever since his death, she barely let anyone in. To allowed them to see her raw and unfiltered. To be happy and love freely. A few friends were slowly proving to be an exception, but they had yet to pierce that armor she placed around her wounded heart.

The only person she knew that could understand her feelings of loss and loneliness was Talbott. But they just recently became friends and she already liked him more than a friend. She wasn’t sure how to broach this conversation with him. Let alone if he even wanted to to get that close to her, seeing how she had trouble trail her like a lost Crup puppy...

Judith shook her head in hoped of shaking off those thoughts. She looked back at the stone slab and let out a shaky breath.

And began to sing...

https://youtu.be/0dYlvdLdK9w

(It's mainly Kristen's part she sings but if one of the guys does their own solo, Judith sings their part too)

It started to pour as she started the first lines of the song, but she couldn't find it within herself to really care if she got soaked and ruined yet another set of clothes in the same day. Judith found the heavy rainfall to be fitting, seeing this is how it reflected how she felt on the inside.

Just an overwhelming amount of sadness.

At that point, she wasn’t sure what were her tears and what were the raindrops rolling down her cheeks.

Throughout the song, the memories came rolling in.

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“PAPA!” Pair of gold eyes looked up, unfocused, gazing at the frighten little girl standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

“G-Go and g-get h-help, baby girl,” Kendrick managed to force out before falling victim to another vicious coughing fit. The blood sprayed across the pristine white floors was the last thing the man saw before his vision went black. Judith watched with fearful eyes as her father passed out in front of her before breaking out in run to the nearest neighbor to help her.

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“P-Papa...” The older Harris turned his gaze from the Healer to see red rimmed eyes staring up at him. The nurses had informed him that his little girl refused to leave his side, barely sleeping until he woke up. It hurt the man knowing that he gave his daughter so much worry and grief over his condition.

“Yes, baby girl,” he asked softly. He opened his arms to her, which she gladly fell into.

“W-what happened to you, Papa,” the girl asked, her question coming out a bit more muffled as she buried her face against his broad chest. Kendrick bit his lip as he glanced at his assigned Healer, who looked on with sympathy.

After all, how could you break the news to your child that you’re dying?

“Papa isn’t feeling well, Judith,” he answered after a moment of hesitation. Judith raised her head to look into her father’s eyes.

“Will you get better,” she asked in a small voice. Kendrick bit back a wince. He didn’t have the heart to tell his little girl the truth.

“...I don’t know, baby girl...” The pale gold eyes of the youngest harden in determination.

“I’ll make sure you’ll get better, Papa. I’ll do whatever it takes!” Kendrick just hugged his daughter close, thanking any higher deity for blessing him with opportunity to father such a beautiful soul.

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“Good Gods, what happened,” Kendrick groaned as he struggled to open his eyes. The flash of colors that danced around him made his head hurt. A small hand covered his eyes, relieving his eyes from the strain.

“You had another coughing fit and passed out again, Papa. Keep your eyes closed and give them time to adjust. You’ve been sleeping for a few hours now so you’re gonna be sensitive to light for a bit.” Kendrick heard Judith speak gently. He could hear the slight fear and immense relief in his little girl’s voice. Opting to listening to her, he kept his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, baby girl,” he said softly. Judith removed her hand and placed a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re fine, Papa. I just wished you weren’t so heavy. I had to ask an neighbor to bring you to your bed since you would’ve crushed me under your weight,” Judith teased. Pale gold eyes opened to find a matching pair looking back, bright with mirth.

“Are you calling me fat, baby girl,” Kendrick asked with an arched brow. Judith gave him a smirk, eerily similar to his own.

“You said it, Papa. Not me,” she replied. Kendrick let out a laugh, amused by his daughter’s sass before falling into another coughing fit, wheezing at one point.

“Papa, be careful!”

“You started it-OW! Did you just hit me with a pillow?”

“Yes! No back talking when you’re sick, mister!”

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Kendrick would always downplay his illness, trying to continue on as if nothing was wrong. Judith knew he did this to keep her from being sad or worried about him. During the last few weeks of his life, she became his "little Healer" as he so fondly called her. She made sure to take care of him when he was too weak to get out of bed on certain days. He taught her some Healer methods to help ease his ailments temporarily, praising her when she did well.

All she wanted was for him to get better.

All she wanted was for him to be here...

"Say something, I'm giving up on you,

I'll be the one, if you want me to... (2x)"

The rain was down pouring harder, punishing her almost. But the grieve-stricken Hufflepuff could barely feel it at that point. Pale gold eyes stared at the tombstone, feeling sheer desperation bubble inside her heart.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you... Oooooooooohhhhhhhhoooo~

I'll be the one if you want me to!

OooooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

The sky boomed as if responding to her heartbroken cry, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on edge as lightning flashed.

"Say something, I'm giving up~

I'll be the one if you want me to,

If you want me to, oh! If you want me to~

Anywhere I would've followed you~, oooooohhhhhhhh...

Say something!

Say something! I~...."

Judith grasped at the tombstone, remembering the last time she touched her father's face. The smoothness of dark skin in contrast of the coarseness of his trim beard. The slight skin texture difference from his scar and the rest of his face. The sharp planes of his facial structure.

‘I wish I could experience that feeling again, even if it was for one last time...’

"Say something, I'm giving up on you... ooooohhh~" she whispered. She laid her head against the cold stone and cried.

She felt like that same 9-year-old girl at her dear father's funeral. Alone in the small crowd of people as they descended the coffin six feet deep. Not even her mom was present at the funeral or when he was laid to rest.

Judith has never felt more alone since that day.

The girl was so caught up in her grief that she didn't heard the sound of wings from behind her.

Or heard the footsteps walking up to her.

It wasn't until a hand landed on her shoulder is when she reacted.

Though not favorably...

Her fist flew through the air, connecting with the person's jaw and knocking them on their ass. Wiping her face and eyes, she looked closely to see who tried to sneak up on her and gasped.

‘Talbott...’

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Red eyes stared at the rainy sky as Talbott reconsidered his life choices that led him to getting hit, not once but twice, by the little Hufflepuff girl who had the strength of an Erumpent in the same day...

It was obvious to him that something was drastically wrong when she ran into him earlier. Those unique gold eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, reflecting her immense sadness, anger, and loneliness. Something he would feel himself, but never thought he would see in another person...

The distressed witch sparked his curiosity, to say the very least...

Following the girl in his Animagus form, Talbott was surprised at how fast she could run... and where she was running to.

When she was out in the Dark Forest, he was surprised to see her mount a Thestral and fly off. He was also surprised how easy it was for her to mount the dark horse.

Meaning that she could see them.

And Thestrals are the only creatures that he know of that become visible to individuals who...

Who seen death and accepted it.

Talbott silently followed the girl for who knows how long. It wasn't until her Thestral began to descend and he noticed where they were made him a little concerned.

‘Why would Judith want to come to a graveyard of all places?’

She landed in front of a particular tombstone. Dismounting her Thestral, she sat on her knees and stared at it for awhile. Before she began to sing.

Talbott took refuge in a tree near by, watching from afar as his mind raced.

‘Who could've the girl possibly lose for her to sing such a beautiful yet sad song? What possibly happened that led her here?’

His chest ached for the girl as she cried on top of the tombstone, her body wrecked with sobs. It was then he felt as if he could no longer stand by.

Though he should've given her warning, now that his jaw feels like he had one of Hagrid's rock cakes...

In a few seconds, Talbott found his head was suddenly placed onto Judith's lap as her slender fingers danced along the now tender skin of his jaw.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Talbott looked up at her, her expression worried. His ears also picked up a bit of a foreign accent in her voice. Something buzzed in the back of his mind, but he didn’t pay it too much mind as he sought to sooth the worried Badger.

"I'm okay, Judith. Though you have a pretty good right hook," he chuckled. She gave him a shy smile and casted Episkey. As the dull throb faded away, Talbott sat up and turned to face the girl properly.

The pair stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Judith was the first one to break the silence.

"What are you doing here Talbott," she asked softly.

"I... I was worried about you," he answered truthfully. Mystical gold eyes widen at the admission.

"You... you were?" Talbott detected an offensive amount of disbelief in her voice. He crossed his arms, trying to ignore the heat building in his cheeks.

"I can't be worried about my friend," he retorted. Judith slowly blinked at him and let out a soft chuckle.

"You can... I just didn't expect you out of all people to track me down out here," she finally said, regarding him with a small smile.

"Which begs the question, what are you doing out here in a cemetery in the rain," he asked. The girl fell silent. Talbott narrowed his eyes at her and then looked at the tombstone.

What was engraved on the stone slab shocked him.

Here Lies Kendrick Harris.

November 27, 1937 - November 27, 1981

Humble Man, Loving Husband, Doting Father, and Caring Healer.

Fly High, Dear Soul...

‘Kendrick... That name feels so familiar.’

A faint memory of his mother introducing a tall man with an interesting necklace flashed in Talbott’s mind. His eyes rescanned the words until something caught his attention.

The date. Today was November 27th...

In the midst of his shell shock state, Judith pulled him along so they would both be sitting in front of the tombstone together. He turned to the girl, still in disbelief. She gave him a small smile and turned to the slab.

"Happy birthday, Papa! I'm sorry I couldn't bring you your favorite cupcake this year, I... I got distracted and wanted to see you early... But I did bring along a friend..." Talbott felt Judith's hand grasp his own. An odd sensation filled his chest as he blushed at the surprising warmth of the girl's hand.

"This is Talbott Winger. The one I've told you about on my birthday awhile ago," she continued, shyly glancing at the Ravenclaw wizard.

"Ni-nice to meet you, Mr. Harris," Talbott said awkwardly. It almost felt like he was meeting the Hufflepuff's father in person...

‘Who else has she brought here?’

Judith giggled next to him, causing him to cast a curious glance in her direction.

"Papa would've insisted that you call him Kendrick. He jokingly insists that he wasn't that old," she said, gazing at the tombstone sadly and fiddling with something around her neck.

"What's that," he asked. The girl blushed and held it out a bit more. It was a familiar necklace with the tooth of some kind of animal.

‘The same one from my memory...’

His eyes widen a bit as he looked at Judith, who was still fiddling with the necklace. More of the young boy’s memory was resurfacing.

A small girl, clenching at her father's pant leg...

"This is my dad's old shark tooth necklace. He's been wearing this for as long as I can remember. He told me when I was a baby I loved to touch, play and sometimes teethe on it," she giggled. Talbott smiled a bit, wondering how Judith was like as a small child.

"May I..." he trailed off, raising his free hand. The girl nodded and leaned closer. He touched the sharp tooth and suddenly his vision went white.

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Talbott blinked as he looked around rapidly. He seem to be in white and silvery forest. A sense of unease began to form within his gut.

"Where am I," he asked softly.

"Welcome to my resting place..." a deep masculine voice sounded behind him. The same faint accent Talbott heard in Judith’s voice was much thicker in this person’s voice. Talbott swiftly turned around to see a man, sitting on a rock.

He gasped.

‘The same man from my childhood...’

The milk chocolate skin tone.

The long locs. The bottom half of his hair was shaved close to his head and his hair color was black, save a few gray hairs peeking through.

The sharp pale gold eyes.

Talbott couldn't help but to take in the giant before him. He had facial hair growing along his jaw and cheeks. His brows had a clean streak in them and his left eye held a scar over it, making his gaze seem more intimidating...

His facial features were strikingly similar to Judith's, though her face was much softer. His white shirt was tight and sleeveless, showing off his muscular arms and broad chest. Tattoos decorated his upper arms and wrists. He even had a birthmark, shaped like a sun on his right shoulder.

The man wore a pair of simple white pants and no shoes.

The man stood and walked up to the shell shocked Ravenclaw. Talbott had to look up at him because he was so bloody tall. Talbott gulped briefly as calculating gold eyes studied him.

"M-Mr. Harris," he greeted nervously.

‘It's one thing to be sitting at his grave site with his daughter, but a completely different situation to be actually before the man himself. Oh dear Gods was he scary looking...’

Talbott was brought out of his thoughts by the gentle chuckle coming from the elder Harris.

The man cracked a half smile, his gaze now more amused.

"You know, my daughter wasn't wrong, Talbott. I much rather you call me Kendrick than Mr. Harris," the man smirked. Red eyes blinked before Talbott gave a slow nod.

"Wh-what am I doing here then, Kendrick? And how did I get here," he asked slowly. The man gestured to the young wizard to follow him.

"That necklace Judith showed you was indeed mine. I've had it since I was about your age. When I died, I left enough of my magical imprint on the necklace. When you touched it, that magic brought you here. I've been waiting to see you again for awhile now, Talbott." Kendrick said as they walked in the forest. Talbott looked at him, baffled.

"Wh-what?! But you don't even know me," he said. Kendrick chuckled.

"Oh, but I do. More than you know. Your mother, Ava... she was a Healer, yes," he asked with a knowing look. Talbott inhaled sharply at the sound of his mother's name.

"You knew my mum," he whispered in awe. The man chuckled.

"She was one of my best friends when we used to go to Hogwarts and was my work partner at St. Mungo's many years ago. Even when I left my profession and went back to my homeland, we would exchange letters daily. She spoke of you fondly, saying you were the sweetest babe in the whole world. Of course when Judith was born, I begged to differ," he remembered fondly.

It was then Talbott noticed different mirrors around them, each showing a memory.

Kendrick’s memory.

One showed a youthful version of Kendrick and Ava walking along the halls of St. Mungo's. Her stomach was big, meaning that she was getting closer to her due date. The next one showed Kendrick holding a baby Judith, who looked to be less than a few months old.

'She looked so small in his arms,' Talbott thought as he watched the little girl played with her father's necklace while leaning against his bare chest.

"You were born just about 8 months before her. Ava and Trent even arranged for you two to meet. You two went on play dates and become close friends..." Talbott looked towards another mirror where there was indeed a memory of Judith and him as toddlers. They were fast asleep under a blanket with toys scattered all around them and their parents watching with fond smiles.

Kendrick chuckled, looking down at the boy. Talbott blushed a bit.

Another memory came up, one Talbott vaguely remembered himself. It was at his old home. Kendrick seemed to be exchanging pleasantries with his mum and Judith was hiding behind his leg. The man chuckled, pushing his daughter forward. The little girl waved shyly at Ava, who beamed at her. They held a small conversation before his mum called out. In walks a younger version of himself. Judith fidgeted, probably fighting the urge to hide behind her father again. Talbott watched as the younger version of himself walked up to stand next to his mother. They stood without saying nothing for a few moments before their parents pushed them closer. They stood in front of each other, studying each other, before he finally said something to break the silence. Judith blushed, twisting a loc around her little fingers. The kid version of themselves seem to hit it off as the kid version of himself took her hand and led her outside.

"So she is... I-I barely remember that day... all I remember was a shy little girl I enjoyed hanging out with for that one day," he whispered, watching as the younger version of himself transformed into his eagle form and Judith chased after him, laughing. Their parents were looking at them from a window with the biggest smiles on their faces.

"It was our fault. Your mum and I couldn't seem to find more days where we can bring you two together without my widow interfering. Judith was sad that she couldn't be with you. Sometimes asking me "Papa, when can go see bird boy and his pretty mama again?" She really missed you," Kendrick said. Talbott tried to ignore the thump his heart made at the idea of someone genuinely missing him.

Especially since this was the little girl he’s come to miss himself...

"There's so much here," he whispered instead as he looked through Kendrick's memories of his life and watching Judith grow up on what seem to be Barbados. It's just as beautiful as she described it.

Talbott never seen her happier...

The man smiled, though it was much sadder.

"I wish I got the chance to witness more," he said, staring at a specific mirror. Talbott looked over and felt his heart crack a little.

Kendrick, a cold man but was normally filled with life, was confined in his bed. He let out a series of what seem to be violent coughs before rubbing his chest. In walks Judith, who looked to be 8 or 9 years old. In her hands was a plate with a cupcake and candle on it, a glass of water and what seems to be medication.

"Your last birthday when you were alive," he breathed out. Talbott didn't see the man nod but he knew that had to be it. He watched as the two talked, tears misting in Judith's eyes as she struggled to create a sentence. He watched as the sick man urged the little girl to sit on his lap.

"How long ago was this," Talbott quietly asked.

"Today marks 5 years..." Talbott inhaled sharply.

He remembered.

November 27th, 1981.

‘1981... He outlived my parents by just a little less than a year...’

"I asked her to sing part of a song I taught her while we lived in Barbados before I left the realm of the living... you should ask her if she could sing it with you there. Judith always made sure to sing it over my grave every year. Even when she's upset, she sings it as a way to remember me. I'm sure if you heard the song, you will closer to her and your parents," Kendrick told the young wizard as they watched the scene before them. Little Judith gave her father a tearful smile, hugging the man as tight as she could. The man returned the embrace and froze.

"What's wrong with you there?" The man smirked, reminding Talbott of the eerily similar one that would appear Judith's face from time to time.

'Like father, like daughter, I suppose. There's no question about it, Judith is Kendrick’s daughter through and through...'

"Sharp eye, Talbott. But then again, there is a reason why you're a Ravenclaw," he winked. Talbott blinked

"How-"

"Judith meant what she said, she did talk about you when she visited my gravesite on her birthday. Even if she didn't tell me, I'm always watching my sweet girl. Like how I know how you helped her become an Animagus and how she helped you find your mother's feather necklace," Kendrick shrugged. Talbott stared at the man in shock.

"But to answer previous your question, I possessed minor Seer abilities from my mother, Mercy. But the times I could see into the future, I couldn't control it. As a birthday wish, I silently asked to see a glimpse into the future where my daughter is happy. In my final moments, I saw a vision. It involved you and my daughter..." the man looked at the boy, his eyes sparkling in fond warmth.

"What did you see?"

"That I'm afraid I can't tell you. All you need to know is that you will be a very important person to my daughter, just like she will be for you. Something your mother and I wanted for the both of you..." Full brows furrowed, trying to make sense of the man's cryptic words.

"You'll understand what I mean one day," Kendrick smirked, fondly recalling the vision of his daughter and the young boy before him, older, in love and with children.

"I suppose," Talbott mumbled. Suddenly the world around them began to fade.

"I won't hold you any longer, Talbott. I'm sure my daughter will start to worry about you the longer I keep you here," Kendrick said. His eyes were calm and his lips formed into a small smile.

"But wait! Is this the last time I'll ever see you again?! What about my parents, have you seen them?" The man's smile widen.

"If you can touch my necklace again, then I'm sure we'll meet again. And your parents are at peace, they watches over you just like I watch over Judith. Treat my little girl well, Talbott. With my son still missing, she's all I have left in the living realm. Until next time..."

"...bott? Tal...? Talbott!" Red eyes blinked a few times, staring into a pair of gold eyes. But they weren't Kendrick's.

Judith.

"Y...yes," he said, clearing his throat. Judith regarded him with narrowed eyes.

"Are you okay? You seem to have spaced out," she said softly. Talbott briefly considered on telling her that he saw her father, but hesitated.

‘Would she believe me? She doesn't seem to have seen her father the same way I did...’

"Sorry about that, I just lost in my thoughts for a bit," he said, fiddling with the tooth in his hand. She nodded, accepting his answer.

"May I ask you something, Judith?" She let out a hum of confirmation.

"You don't have to answer but, how... how did your father die," he asked slowly. Talbott never got to question the man himself, so this would be his next best bet.

He watched with a heavy heart as Judith's eyes dimmed slightly, tears building in her eyes again. She stared at the tombstone blankly.

"A heart virus. Something that not even magic can fix," she said, her voice emotionless as the tears rolled down her cheeks. He couldn't stand seeing her like that and not do anything to comfort the girl.

So... he hugged her...

Something he haven't done since he last seen his parents. Talbott wrapped his arms around her and held her as close as he possibly could. The girl let out a muffed gasp against his shoulder, most likely not expecting him out of all people to be giving her a hug. But she didn't hesitate to return it, clutching at his robes like a lifeline as she sobbed.

"It's not fair, it just not fair! My grandmother passed away before I even came here, my brother disappeared and it just wasn't enough! My own father had to be taken away too! It's not fair... I miss him so much, Talbott," she cried, hiccupping in between. Her voice morphed, revealing the accent from earlier. Talbott ran his fingers through her locs, holding her for as long as she needed.

"I understand, Judith. Trust me, I understand... and I'm sure he misses you too," he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back to help her calm down. She sniffled and took deep breaths to control her breathing.

"I know you do, Talbott," Judith mumbled. They sat there for a few moments in silence, the rain being their only background noise.

"Do you have a tradition when you come here," he asked softly. The girl grumbled something underneath her breath. Talbott pulled her away from his chest to look her. Her face was flush and he didn't think it was because of the fact she was crying.

"What was that," he asked. She glanced away before saying,

"You might think it's stupid... silly even..." Talbott rolled his eyes.

"C'mon now, Judith. I'm one of the last people to think that. Tell me... please," he gently pleaded. She shyly looked into his eyes before sighing.

"Okay... every year on his birthday I would go to buy Papa's favorite Oreo cupcakes. I would come here and talk to him about anything recent ongoing events, watching the flame on the candle dance until it's snuffed out. I like to think of it Papa making a wish, just like he did on his last birthday. Then I would sing a song that he taught when we were living in Barbados. The same song we shared before he died. Once I'm done, I would eat the cupcake while sitting beside his tombstone, humming the melody all the while."

Talbott bit his lip before asking his next question.

"Are... are you okay with singing it? With me here?” Kendrick did say to ask her, and he did want to hear more of her voice...

Judith gazed up at him, curious for a few seconds before nodding.

https://youtu.be/uxVeeqqAyf0

Talbott listened to the words of the song closely, feeling a sense of warm build in his chest. Kendrick wasn’t lying to him that he would feel closer to his parents... and to Judith.

Ever since he lost his parents, Talbott had experienced many times where he felt like giving up on himself.

To join them and feel their loving embrace again.

Even when arriving to Hogwarts, he still felt alone. Despite meeting Penny and Professor McGonagall.

He couldn't see himself getting close to anyone ever again...

Until he met Judith.

Until she and David Willows purposely stuck by him to help him find his necklace. Until she told him that she understood him after learning everything about his family. Talbott didn't fully understand what she meant at the time, but now everything made sense...

She must felt the same way he did coming here. With her missing brother and the death of her father just a little over two years prior, She didn’t have anyone other than her mother. But she must've still felt alone.

And the fact that she was the same little girl from his childhood. His very first friend...

They may not have been friends for very long, but Talbott just knew he could count on her to be by his side through everything...

And he knew that he would gladly do the same for her.

They didn't have to feel alone anymore...

‘We can have each other. Through good, bad and ugly. Thick and thin. Highs and lows...’

"Dry those tears from your eyes,

And everything will be alright!

You know the rainbow is just inside,

Dust your wings as you rise~"

"If your heart feels overwhelmed,

Just know you're never by yourself..." Judith looked up at Talbott, minorly surprised as he sang the next part. The Ravenclaw wizard gave her a smile, reaching out for her hand. Their fingers intertwined, a perfect fit...

A blush colored her cheeks as she gave him a smile.

"Put your hand in mine, hold your head up high,

And together we'll rise~

Together we can do anything (We'll rise)

And we can make it through anything (We'll rise)

We'll rise, We'll rise, We'll rise... (2x)"

Judith rested her head against Talbott’s shoulder as she hummed the ending softly. They stayed like that for who knows how long. Red eyes looked up at the sky and noticed it finally stopped raining. The sun peaked through as a rainbow danced along the sky.

"Thank you for being here, Talbott..." He squeezed the girl's hand.

"Of course, little bird," he said, whispering the pet name he had for her since he was little boy. Judith let out a shaky sigh.

"We should probably head back. I probably still have yet to face my punishment..." Talbott rose a brow at this.

"Punishment for what?" The girl coughed.

"I, uh, I'll explain at school..." They stood up and said their final farewells to her father. Talbott took out his wand and conjured a bouquet of gladiolus flowers.

"Remembrance..." He heard Judith whisper in awe beside him. He nodded with a small smile. He placed the bouquet on top of the grave before stepping back.

A gentle breeze brushed past the two students.

'I'll be there for her, Kendrick... I promise...'

The girl mounted her Thestral and he transformed back into his eagle form, making their way back to Hogwarts.

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"So now that we're here, mind telling me what happened," he asked as they walked towards the entrance of the school. Judith shook her head and said she'll explain after they get changed. Talbott agreed to this, seeing how they were both still pretty wet from the rain and neither of them wanted to risk the chance of getting sick. Luckily enough, they have enough time before their Charms class to do so.

Talbott overheard Judith’s grumbling about how this was her second outfit change for the day before disappearing into the Hufflepuff Common Room. Few minutes later, she stepped out in her usual white collar shirt and tie but with a no sleeve black V neck dress over it that stopped above her knees. White knee high socks and black ballet flats covered her feet. Her wet hair was maneuvered into a messy bun on top of her head, a few locs hanging in her face.

Talbott tried to hide his blush. He had to admit, she was rather beautiful like that...

The pair made a stop to his Common room so Talbott could change into a dry set of robes. By the time he came back out, Judith was being hugged by her best friend like a teddy bear.

"Oh, thank Gods you’re okay, Little Tigress! I heard what happened and was so worried when I couldn’t find you anywhere! Merula had no right to speak about your family like that, especially your father! If you want, I’ll-”

"David! Breathe you stubborn git! No need to do anything. I just needed some space and I'm feeling better now. Now put me down before you break me in half," Judith demanded. Despite the traces of worry still etched on David's face, he conceded and set his little friend down.

"What does Merula have to do this," Talbott asked aloud. Judith turned to him in surprise before sighing.

"Long story short, Merula has been targeting me since this morning. During Transfiguration class, she insulted me and my family. Mainly my father," she mumbled.

Red eyes eyes widen as Talbott’s hands curled into fists.

‘No wonder she was so upset. After learning what I learnt today, I have half the mind to claw at the Slytherin witch's face...’

"Miss Harris..." The little group all turned to find Professor McGonagall approaching them with a battered Merula. Talbott and David rose a brow at bruises on her face and neck. Her eyes were black and it wasn’t because of her makeup. A bandage settled over her nose to reset it.

"Dumbledore would like to see you in his office..." The girl touched the sharp tooth necklace around her neck as she tried to control her breathing. The Hufflepuff gave a small nod and made a move to leave. Talbott reached out and grabbed her hand before she got too far.

"You're not your fault, little bird," he whispered to her. Judith gave him a small smile and nodded before walking away.

‘I hope she doesn't get in trouble. Especially since this is such a sensitive time for her...’

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Talbott made sure to inform his Head of House that Judith may or may not show up to class. Professor Flitwick nodded and thanked his student for informing him before telling him to take me seat. The class was in the middle of revising a few charms for a test they had coming up soon when Judith walked in. Professor Flitwick smiled at her and advised her to take a seat with a classmate to catch up on what they were doing. Gold eyes scanned the gallery and landed on the empty seat next to Talbott.

"Everything okay," he quietly asked her as she sat down. She gave him a small smile.

"Yes... after explaining to Dumbledore what happened, he didn't punish me. He ended up taking away 50 House Points from Slytherin because of Merula's insistent bullying and insensitivity." Talbott let out a small sigh of relief and reached out for her hand.

He gave it a gentle squeeze.

"That's great to hear, Judith..." She nodded before locking eyes with him.

"You didn't have to follow me out there. And you didn't have to be there to comfort me about my dad. But you did. So... thank you," she whispered softly. Talbott gazed into those mystical eyes.

‘The same eyes as her father...’

"Of course, Judith. You're my friend for life, I'll be there when you need me..." Judith felt her face flushed a bit at his words, but that didn't stop the smile from appearing on her face.

After that, Talbott caught her up on the review they had. Though he couldn't stop his mind from wandering.

On her.

On himself.

On them.

He never would've thought he would find his first friend again, even though she shows no real signs of remembering him. Nor did he expect them to be more alike than he previously believed.

Despite their experiences, they were on the different sides of the same coin. And he couldn't help but wonder where life will lead for the both of them.

Kendrick’s words rang through his mind,

“That I'm afraid I can't tell you. All you need to know is that you will be a very important person to my daughter, just like she will be for you.”

‘I can only hope it would lead to me staying by her side for a lifetime... and beyond...’

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malloryslourd · 6 years ago

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Zoe Having A Crush On Another Teacher

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Request: Hey dear! Can I request some zoe's headcanons about her being interested/having a crush on the reader (teacher!zoe & teacher!reader!) and how she would deal with it? I think it's a interesting hc since all that I see are teacher/student stuff haha - @raleigh-ocean

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Warnings: Some Strong Language, NSFW Themes

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A/N: this gif is SO CUTE BRO also this might be a little overkill just a ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ

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ugh she's so stubborn she doesn't even want to admit she has a crush on you to be honest

like no, she just thinks you're a really good witch and a great person

there's no way she has a crush on you

:| - everyone else

she's just so nice to you all of the time

and she always insists on being the one to help you with anything

it could be hiding a body and she's like "Yeah sure, of course"

the girls get tired of her shit and are like "Listen Benson, you need to tell Y/N how you feel"

and she's like "What do you mean? I don't feel any type of way for Y/N? That's so stupid!"

and then like the same day she's like damn everyone's right

she is so nervous about asking you out it's highkey adorable

Madison, Queenie, and Coco tease her for it

she has to hold herself back from fighting them

when you notice something's off with her and you ask her she turns into a blushing stuttering mess who can't function around you

she has to excuse herself and everything

she always offers to help you grade papers or come up with lesson plans or literally anything as long as she gets to spend time with you

you kinda notice she likes you because of the way she acts but also because everyone in the house has a big mouth

when she does ask you out it's really cute and you can't help but say yes immediately

but it's not like you were going to say anything else

as soon as you get together everyone knows

literally everyone

you'd be down at breakfast the day after it happens and everyone's just smirking at you and Zoe

and the Coco's like "So I heard the big news"

your students thinking you two are the cutest couple ever

"Ms. Y/N and Ms. Zoe are so cute" "Omg, aren't they?"

nights where you two are up until practically dawn just working together and you pass out on each other and wake up with papers and pens everywhere

sitting in on each other's classes if you don't have one

Zoe comes into your office all of the time and sits on your desk while you're working and just talks your ear off

always giving each other a quick kiss before you go teach

talking shit about your students let's be real

"Oh my God, you're not gonna believe what Kylee asked me in class today"

"So I heard that Marisa and Gracie aren't friends anymore" "What? Why?" "Because Gracie is talking to Marisa's ex!" "No fucking way! They're best friends!"

if you teach the little girls Zoe loves to see you with them because she can't to have you be like that with your kids one day

you've caught her just smiling and staring at you while you taught the little girls so much, but you would never let her know

you two are secondary moms

it's Cordelia and Misty then you and Zoe

playing around in meetings together and getting in trouble

Zoe gets so worried if you have to demonstrate anything dangerous to the girls because she doesn't want to risk it

"Oh yeah, Cordelia said I had to demonstrate a few of the wonders to the girls" "You're not doing that"

"That's a dangerous spell, you can't do that in class"

"Are you stupid? Remember when Madison did that?" "Yeah but when she did it she was probably high or drunk... or both"

you get work done together but you also procrastinate work together

"Did you do your lesson plans?" "No. You?" "No" "Cool, put the movie back on"

helping each other destress as much as possible

bubble baths

massages

late night cuddles

just goofing off in general

"You're so tense" "It's because of you"

oh the baddest of bitches on the council that can be a whole different set of headcanons

just giving each other these knowing looks when you're dealing with people's bullshit

now correct me if i'm wrong which i'm not but Zoe really does have this thing for wanting to fuck you in your classroom and/or office

like you don't even need to @ me on this it's just the truth deal with it

oh she loves to think about the future with you

it could be a week into the future or twenty years but she's thinking about it

"Won't it be funny when there's two Mrs. Benson's?" "Who said there won't be two Mrs. L/N's?"

"When we're old and whatever we should get two dogs because three is too many but one would be too lonely" "Zoe what the fuck?"

"I already have baby names picked out, you don't get much of a say in this" "It's 2am"

#ahs #zoe benson #zoe benson x reader #zoe benson imagine #taissa farmiga #taissa farmiga x reader #taissa farmiga imagine #ahs x reader #ahs imagine #ahs coven #ahs coven x reader #ahs coven imagine #ahs apocalypse #ahs apocalypse x reader #ahs apocalypse imagine #lol its 1am wtf

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sweetlangdon · 6 years ago

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From Eden: Chapter 2

Notes: Michael Langdon x Reader/OC. Evil Power Couple fic. It’s difficult to write a summary for this one, because I don’t want to give away the twists. (It’ll also include canon rewrite/divergence for the later half of the season.) It has plenty of angst and fluff, and a bit of character study.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, murder, graphic violence.

This fic is currently in progress.

Chapter One Also Available on AO3

She’d been listening to the steady drip of water hitting the tiles for at least a half hour now, though time didn’t matter much anymore to her, not here. The haze of steam that had filled the room and wrapped her body in its warmth had long since disappeared. She sat on the floor of the shower, her back pressed to the freezing tile, her arms hugging her knees, as the air chilled and goosebumps rose along her skin. Droplets rolled down her back from the strands of wet hair plastered to her shoulders, and she shivered absently, half aware of the cold but too distant to do anything to remedy it.

It’s always been a part of you.

…it will find you eventually.

And you’d do anything to make sure you’re not abandoned. Not again.

Langdon’s voice filled up her thoughts, haunting her hours and hours later. She couldn’t shake him from her mind, couldn’t stop pulling apart what he’d said to her on a relentless loop. Eighteen months and he’d been the first person in this godforsaken bunker to see her. Maybe part of that had been her fault—she’d kept everyone else at arm’s length in an act of self-preservation, but something about him had compelled her to confess, to bear fragments of herself that she’d tried to ignore. What was it? How could a stranger make the words fall from her tongue so easily? It surprised her, even now, that she’d kept her own fear restrained enough to speak with him like that. Langdon—or maybe the impression of him; brooding, emotionless—had scared the shit out of her. She didn’t particularly enjoy the idea of him digging through her soul, chipping away pieces where he saw fit.

But there was still that infuriating part of her that regarded him with a strange reverence. And she couldn’t explain it, not yet. The weight of Langdon’s presence, standing in front of him, it had been unlike anything she’d felt before. It was terrifying. It thrilled her, too, though she wasn’t ready to concede that. It was like he’d made something come alive in her veins with a mere glance, a tilt of his head. They hadn’t even touched—she hadn’t dared to get close enough for that—but she still felt him on her skin, in her blood, breathing deep into the shadows of her soul.

Langdon had stared right into her and found something familiar.

And what he’d said couldn’t have possibly been obtained from whatever paperwork The Cooperative had on her.

A loud, persistent knocking wrenched her from her thoughts. Someone called her name from the other side of the door.

“We keep a schedule for a reason,” Ms. Venable said. Her exasperation permeated the room. “You know I don’t tolerate lateness.”

She exhaled. “Sorry,” she called back, “I had a headache. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”

“Don’t make this a habit,” Ms. Venable warned.

“I won’t.”

Once she heard the slow drumbeat of Venable’s cane fade and the door to her suite click shut, she dragged herself up from the floor of the shower. She knew Venable kept her neurotic schedule and all of her strict rules to maintain order. To give them a life—though that seemed too generous a term for what they had here—full of structure leftover from the old world. It helped some more than others; it’d helped her once or twice when the isolation became too much to handle. It gave the illusion of normalcy. And illusion was all the mind needed sometimes. But now, over a year later, it had started to wear on them in varying degrees.

She was sure that Emily and Tim’s poorly kept secret romance would backfire sooner rather than later. The amount of bickering among the group had escalated to critical levels within the past few weeks, at least by her own estimation. How much more of this could they possibly take? She didn’t know if whatever Langdon offered was true or just a ruse, but at this point she’d consider anything else just to get the fuck away from most of these people. She couldn’t tolerate another afternoon of idle chatter, another dinner spent watching them tear at each other’s throats and obliterating Venable’s fine china and crystal glasses.

A bitter gust of air doused her skin the moment she stepped out of the bathroom. She left a trail of water behind her, not bothering to towel off, hoping the cold that stung her bare body would smack some kind of sense back into her. Or at the very least, help steel her for the night ahead. She dressed as quickly as she could, acutely aware of Venable’s lack of patience for disrupting order.

The nineteenth century-inspired dress she chose for tonight was blissfully free from the abundant lace that plagued most of her wardrobe. A gorgeous shade of lavender, it had full layers of cascading ball gown skirts and an off-the-shoulder neckline. A tiny pattern of crystals adorned the bodice, sparkling under the light of the candles in her room.

Her hair was still damp when she joined the table for dinner, but she’d at least pinned it up into an adequate style, though she was sure Gallant would say otherwise. She wilted a bit under the gaze of Venable and Mead and the rest of the outpost residents, guilty for being the one to hold up their meal. Not that it was anything to look forward to, especially with rations dwindling by the week. She didn’t think the Purples were irritated with her, per se, but she’d become so accustomed to flying under their radar. She shifted in her chair, rearranging her napkin and utensils, waiting for their attention to drift away from her. Thankfully, it didn’t last long; the hum of conversation picked up again, plates and forks scraping as they forced down yet another tasteless cube.

Venable’s unflinching gaze caught her like a helpless insect in a spider’s web from the opposite end of the table. She looked away first, scooping up her fork.

“Are you okay?” Emily whispered from her right, leaning closer. She lifted an eyebrow. “Venable looks like she wants to murder you.”

She poked at the beige cube in the center of her plate. “I’ll live,” she answered. “If only out of spite.”

Emily suppressed a giggle, turning her face into her shoulder to avoid Venable’s hawk-like eyes. She stabbed the gelatinous cube with her fork. “Did Langdon say anything to you yet?”

“No,” she answered. “Not yet.”

The rest of the evening passed as it usually did, the group of them gathered in the library ruminating over their current situation, trading stories about the way things used to be. There was a hush of nervous energy among them all, a quiet worry about the newest occupant of Outpost 3 and what it would mean for their continued survival. Like everyone else, she didn’t know what her chances were. During their brief encounter, Langdon hadn’t given any hints one way or another, only regarding her with the sort of amusement that she couldn’t exactly read.

Gallant and his grandmother provided the evening’s entertainment in dramatic fashion as only the two of them knew how. She shrunk into the corner of the couch, exchanging furtive glances between Emily and Andre while Gallant sparred against Evie, the flurry of quick-witted barbs charging the room with an awkward tension. She could nearly feel the explosion of rage crackling in the air like the wind before a thunderstorm. When at last the aftershocks of their shouting match started to weaken—Evie wearing a haughty expression as if it were a piece of lavish jewelry, an art so refined from her days of Hollywood glamour that it was almost impressive—they moseyed on back to their private rooms for the night.

The rest of the Purples wandered off at intervals after that. Emily and Tim laced their fingers together the moment they crossed into the hallway, as if no one would notice. Coco left in a huff muttering about her own soul-crushing boredom, Mallory obediently at her heels. Andre and Dinah were the last to go, yawning and stretching, bidding her goodnight before their voices drifted down the corridor. She sighed and unclenched her teeth, finally able to release the tension that had worked itself into her jaw from the Gallant incident.

Her skirts rustled around her ankles as she approached the bookshelves. Fingertips skirting along the titles that glittered on the spines, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in consideration. She’d finished the book from last night before she’d showered, amazed at her own level of focus. She’d made notes, too; scribbles across notebook paper that were now relics from the old world only because she had some of her college belongings when the alarm went off.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Langdon’s slow, lilting voice mused from somewhere behind her back. “A creature of habit, even now at the end of the world.”

She hadn’t heard his footsteps this time.

“Can’t help it, I guess,” she answered, still inspecting the titles. “It keeps me busy—keeps me from getting depressed about the old world, if I try hard enough. Anything’s better than listening to Coco whine about how much she misses sushi.”

That earned her a low, wry laugh, which made something flutter in the pit of her stomach.

She abandoned the thought of choosing a book and turned on her heel to find him. Langdon stood a few feet away, his hands clasped behind his back, half of his face bathed in golden light. The long black coat lined with buttons had disappeared, but he was still dressed in elegant black from neck to foot. He cut an imposing figure in his tailored clothes: slender, tall, and not a single hair out of place. She kind of hated herself for how captivated she was, how the fear that had gripped her before was beginning to fade.

“You were a college student—an English major,” he recalled.

She nodded. “Would’ve earned my degree if the world hadn’t been nuked.”

“With highest honors,” Langdon said, lifting his chin. “You were an exceptional scholar…not that anyone cared enough to notice. Apart from your professors, of course. Do you miss it?”

She studied the shadows on the floor, thrown by the way he spoke about her life in the old world. Langdon knew intimate details—her feelings, her insecurities—that would have never been of any interest to The Cooperative’s files. At least, she thought so.

“I don’t know,” she breathed. Slow, calculated footsteps brought him closer to her. “Maybe some of it. I enjoyed the learning part of college, not so much the stress and cramming for finals and term papers. It’s a shitty thing to say, but I’m relieved.”

Langdon narrowed his gaze. “In what way?”

“I don’t have to participate in a lifestyle that was never going to make me happy, or satisfy me,” she admitted. “There’s nothing left of that world now…and yeah, there’s always going to be parts of it I’ll miss, but I’m not exactly opposed to a clean slate. Provided your assessment of me goes well.”

She thought she saw that smirk again, just for the briefest of moments. Langdon brought one of his hands up and swiped his thumb along his chin. “Your parents,” he said evenly. “Does it upset you that they aren’t here to share this…new beginning?”

It felt like a stone had dropped into her stomach, a lead weight crushing her chest. The words dried up on her tongue.

“They sacrificed everything for me,” she answered, though her voice wavered. “Their lives, their money. I’m only here because they aren’t.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Langdon countered. His voice rose a little, demanding more from her. She swore the temperature in the room plummeted a few degrees. “Does the guilt of their deaths eat away at you?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t lie,” he warned. The command pierced like the edge of a knife. “I know you’re not being honest with me.”

She felt the emotion welling up inside her, burning the back of her throat and prickling behind her eyes. She forced it to stay where it was, but her vision still blurred as the tears came dangerously close to sliding down her cheeks. The hardcover spines on the bookshelf pressed into the small of her back through layers of fabric, and she braced her hands on the wooden shelves just to have something to hold onto. Langdon covered the remaining distance between them until his boots brushed against her skirts. The warmth from his body enveloped her own—she figured his touch would be cold like the undercurrent of his voice, but instead he radiated heat.

“They’re my parents,” she reasoned.

She bit into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling and tasted blood on her tongue. Langdon cocked his head to the side, inhaling as if he could smell it. One long finger reached out to trace down her bottom lip before he took her chin in a surprisingly delicate hold. His hands were much softer than she imagined. Clear blue eyes searched her own; unlike the solid presence of his body in front of her, they were pure ice.

“It’s a very convincing story you’ve sold these people,” he said. “A loving daughter tormented by the guilt of her self-sacrificing parents, who built an empire only to destroy it all to save their only child.” He let go of her chin, but kept two fingers hovering beneath her jaw.

“A noble end for two of the least deserving people on this godforsaken Earth. You were far too kind to their memory,” he continued. “I can see the truth—I have a certain talent for it: staring right into the darkest parts of you that you can’t run from. There’s no reason to lie anymore.” He grinned, and his eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “It wasn’t guilt you felt when they died and you survived. You were relieved. They got what they deserved, didn’t they?”

Her voice broke. “…Yes.”

Langdon’s grin widened, pleased. “You were nothing but a mere afterthought in their lives. An accident they didn’t plan for—of course they never dared to say that in front of you. No…but somehow…you already knew.”

When a sob finally broke free from her throat, he brushed his knuckles across her cheek, then cradled her face in his hand. She shivered at his touch but found herself leaning closer into the warmth of his insistent hold.

“They were selfish, neglectful, and it only got worse once they had enough money to stop worrying. You hated them. All of that fucking rage burned in your veins for so long, tearing you apart until you figured out what to do with it.”

She closed her eyes. A few tears slipped down her cheeks, but he wiped them away with his thumb. The gesture, a simple, fleeting thing, surprised her.

“Your parents didn’t die when the bombs went off.” Langdon’s face was now inches from hers, his breath tickling her collarbone, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I know the truth, I just want to hear you say it.”

She exhaled a ragged breath. “I killed them.”

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in-one-sockk · 6 years ago

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1-150 for the asks :3🦋

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? - @when-youcant-sleepat-night2. Are you outgoing or shy? - im bipolar3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - my pretty girlfriend on my birthday4. Are you easy to get along with? - I don’t know, find out5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - begrudgingly, she hates vomit6. What kind of people are you attracted to? - butches with nice arms7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - definitely, we’re at six months!8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? - Frank Iero9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - not at all10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - the moon11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - “meanie”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - Make it Right - BTS, Summertime - MCR, bellyache - Billie Eilish, Dilbar - Neka Kakkar, This Is Home - Cavetown

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - NO I have curly hair and if you touch it or interfere with it it looks like I’ve been dragged through a bush by my ankles14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? - I believe in good and bad karma15. What good thing happened this summer? - I met my girlfriend16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - yes17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - I think it’d be pretty egotistical to not18. Do you still talk to your first crush? - nahh19. Do you like bubble baths? - I like them, for like five minutes because I need to wash my hair and they get in the way20. Do you like your neighbors? - my neighbours are scared of sunlight21. What are you bad habits? - pulling away because I think I’m a burden22. Where would you like to travel? - Norway, Japan, places with blue seas and flowers23. Do you have trust issues? - I have a narcissistic mother, so yahh24. Favorite part of your daily routine? - getting into bed25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - my shoulders, they’re broad26. What do you do when you wake up? - die inside 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - neither, I don’t really think about it28. Who are you most comfortable around? - my girlfriend 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? - a lot of them, but for manipulative reasons30. Do you ever want to get married? only to @when-youcant-sleepat-night31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yeah but not a cute one32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? - Brie Larson (short hair) and Erika Linder 33. Spell your name with your chin - nopee34. Do you play sports? What sports? - I used to be a swimmer, and I did trampolining and high jump, but I haven’t done sports in a while35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - nope, I’m quite blunt37. What do you say during awkward silences? - I’m usually the awkward silent one, unless I’m high energy38. Describe your dream girl? - can cook, nice hands, sweet laugh, fairly tall, short hair, strong, patient, likes cuddles, understanding, pretty masculine energied39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - ASOS Marketplace, thrift shops, Pull&Bear, Urban Outfitters, Run & Fly, Etsy40. What do you want to do after high school? - get married, have kids, be a housewife with a greenhouse and a vegetable garden. Can I do that? Nope. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - No, but context. If your partner hits you do they deserve a second chance? No. But you gotta let people learn and grow from their mistakes?42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? - I want attention, I’m sad, scared, suicidal, tired, confused, embarrassed. So really a lot43. Do you smile at strangers? - If I like their energy44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? - I love both of these things but am also terRIFIED of both these things45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - a better day might come 46. What are you paranoid about? - money and not having enough47. Have you ever been high? - yeahh48. Have you ever been drunk? - too much49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - yeah but obviously I’m not gonna tell you50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? - Green, my favourite51. Ever wished you were someone else? - a lot of the time52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? - I’d like to have a skill?hobby I could turn into a career I’d enjoy53. Favourite makeup brand? - I dont really have one, but I’ve used the exact same Rimmel London eyeliner since I was 1154. Favourite store? - Etsy55. Favourite blog? - @malnedott has a lot of cute aesthetics56. Favourite colour? - forest green57. Favourite food? - chilli with lots of sour cream (I dont like spicy food)58. Last thing you ate? - a jelly baby59. First thing you ate this morning? - a jelly baby60. Ever won a competition? For what? - I won a competition last month on “who can use the most words beginning with V and create a story that makes sense” 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? - I skipped school for a while when I was depressed62. Been arrested? For what? - nopee63. Ever been in love? - I’m very in love right now64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? - I actually can’t remember it..65. Are you hungry right now? - very, but I’m lazy66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? - I have no tumblr friends, no one talks to me67. Facebook or Twitter? - neither68. Twitter or Tumblr? - Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? - nope, I’m on Skype70. Names of your bestfriends? - Non, Maya, Calli (my cat)71. Craving something? What? - a cuddle72. What colour are your towels? - I don’t actually own any72. How many pillows do you sleep with? - two!73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - a stuffed unicorn and a blanket my girlfriend gave me74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? - seven?75. Favourite animal? - penguin76. What colour is your underwear? - I’m not wearing any 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? - chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour? - sherbet!79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - brown ish red??80. What colour pants? - grey with batman logos81. Favourite tv show? - currently Killing Eve82. Favourite movie? - Mamma Mia 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? - we don’t talk about the sequel..84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls (I’ve never seen the other one)85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? - Glenn Coco86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? - The stingray bus87. First person you talked to today? - @when-youcant-sleepat-night88. Last person you talked to today? - my little sister89. Name a person you hate? - Gauge…. my old supervisor at work90. Name a person you love? - my little sister91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - Eden (my sisters ex who left her suicidal)92. In a fight with someone? - sort of.. a non-resolved ignoring of each other and93. How many sweatpants do you have? - one I think94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? - 495. Last movie you watched? - Jennifer’s Body96. Favourite actress? - Jodie Comer97. Favourite actor? - Rami Malek98. Do you tan a lot? - never99. Have any pets? - two cats and one spawn of satan with a cat face100. How are you feeling? - kinda empty rn101. Do you type fast? - when I’m high energy, but am I skilled at it? nope102. Do you regret anything from your past? - dating that teacher that one time103. Can you spell well? - awkwardly, I can spell complicated words really well, but basic words where multiple of the same letters are next to each other are evil, like, I always think there’s two F’s in professor or one D in address 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? - my old best friend I guess sometimes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - no but I’d love to!106. Ever broken someone’s heart? - my mothers maybe107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yes and they’re evil creatures108. What should you be doing? - homework109. Is something irritating you right now? - having to go cook110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - yes, my girlfriend before we got together111. Do you have trust issues? - isnt this repeated?112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - my girlfriend113. What was your childhood nickname? - Fifi Forget me not114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? - yes!115. Do you play the Wii? - yes, and hugely beat @when-youcant-sleepat-night at Mario Karts116. Are you listening to music right now? - my sister’s bath music from the next room117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? - I’ve never had it 118. Do you like Chinese food? - not really119. Favourite book? - The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier120. Are you afraid of the dark? - yes..121. Are you mean? - sometimes 122. Is cheating ever okay? - NEVER, especially when you’re Russian and pretend you’re a nice person and constantly talk about how cheating is never okay desPITE doing it to every girlfriend you’ve had123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - no, my converse are basically grey124. Do you believe in love at first sight? - i dont know125. Do you believe in true love? - thoroughly126. Are you currently bored? - a little127. What makes you happy? - flowers128. Would you change your name? - yes, for varying reasons. I dont like mine much, and to hide from some bad people129. What your zodiac sign? - gemini130. Do you like subway? - the food? not really131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - bluntly make it clear I’m gay132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - I think this is repeated too133. Favourite lyrics right now? - “I wanna build a place in you, where I can be made new”134. Can you count to one million? - probably not135. Dumbest lie you ever told? - “Of course I know what I’m doing”136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? - my bedroom door closed, wardrobe open137. How tall are you? - 176cm138. Curly or Straight hair? - I have curly hair, but straight hair requires a lot less effort and upkeep139. Brunette or Blonde? - ginger140. Summer or Winter? - autumn141. Night or Day? - night142. Favourite month? - August143. Are you a vegetarian? - no, but I can’t be in my current living situation144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? - none145. Tea or Coffee? - tea, black and cold146. Was today a good day? - no, all the customers decided to buy huge amounts as the store closed. If you do this, you are the worst kind of person and yes, we all thoroughly hate you147. Mars or Snickers? - neither148. What’s your favourite quote? - “They tell you to do your own thing but they don’t mean it. They don’t want you to do your thing, not unless it happens to be their thing, too.”149. Do you believe in ghosts? - no but I believe in bad energies150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? - Lateness fucking noticed, loser bitch

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squireren-blog · 7 years ago

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“Advice” for Women Suffering Period “Discomfort” with Commentary (or How I Learned to Want a Menstruation Hut)

Source: “Can’t Sleep While You’re On You’re Period? Here’s Why from The Huffington Post

Your body temperature rises over the course of your menstrual cycle

Your core body temperature rises between a half and a whole degree during your period. This can be a problem because an evening drop in body temperature is one of the main biological triggers that makes you feel sleepy.

How to fix it: Make sure your bedroom is cooled to optimal sleeping temperature: about 60-67 degrees Fahrenheit. ….[Trick] your body into drowsiness with a warm bath or shower, because moving from warm water to your cool bedroom will make your body temperature drop. And consider sleeping with fewer covers.

Take a warm, soothing, comforting shower then expose yourself to un-comforting cold. Just stop feeling so icky; just take off the blanket and the other blanket and the other one.

Mood swings make you feel anxious or depressed

Period-related mood swings are very normal; hormones like estrogen and progesterone drop right before your period, making you experience negative emotions more strongly. And anxiety and depression make it tough to fall asleep at night.

How to fix it: First, just being aware that some of your mood swings can be attributed to hormones can help ease the problem, by untangling your mind-body matrix. So consider tracking your period with an app or on a calendar. During your period itself, you can try deep breathing, meditation or yoga to relax and unwind before bedtime.

NO FUCKING SHIT! Mood swings make you feel anxious or depressed or both! But just think it away. Simply tell yourself, “eh, I’m on my period. That’s why I’m moody. Ok. Back to being well-adjusted.” Let me just set up an app or calendar so I can have alerts for these miserable days. Being aware will make it all better.

Then take your period achy body and contort it into positions that might not feel natural to your inflexible corporeal self. Obsess further on the negative thoughts that will send you spiraling into a deeper depression.

Nausea, indigestion, and other stomach issues make it tough to fall or stay asleep.

You may have noticed digestive upsets during menstruation such as indigestion, nausea or diarrhea, all of which can disrupt sleep.

How to fix it: Although you may be tempted by ice cream, chocolate or other comfort foods…[avoid] heavy meals before bedtime. Instead, try one of these snacks that can actually help you sleep, like toast, trail mix or plain rice.

Yummmmmmmmmmmy! Browned bread, nuts and raisins or the stuff my raw fish lays on in my sushi instead of creamy ice cream or sweet, comforting chocolate. Why does anyone suffer from period pain when these delicious foods are available? After all, these are same tasty foods that are recommended to people who are nauseous or have diarrhea.

Cramps, headaches and muscle pain can make it hard to get comfortable.

This one’s a no-brainer: For many women, periods = pain, whether that’s through cramps or generalized muscle pain. Left untreated, this pain can make it hard to get comfortable enough to fall asleep.

How to fix it: Try changing your sleep position, adding or subtracting pillows, or using a heating pad to relieve pressure. You can also pop a mild painkiller like Tylenol or Advil to relieve discomfort. But, Dr. Duncan cautions, don’t overdo it: If you regularly take Advil or other painkillers, you can actually experience withdrawal when you quit, which can make the problem worse. “Know your own body,” Duncan says.

When it comes to headaches, a small amount of caffeine can be helpful, but overdoing it can have the opposite effect. To make sure you’re tired enough to fall asleep, Duncan recommends cutting caffeine out altogether in the afternoon.

Can’t sleep? Toss and turn. Move the pillows around in various places in and around under and between body parts (Are you still trying to sleep with the blankets on? Tsk. Tsk.)

Take a painkiller…but wait, not too many. You don’t want to make your period give you withdrawal symptoms or liver damage now do you?

Didn’t we mention earlier that your period will make you tired? Okay because don’t try to use caffeine to help you get through your day if it’s already the afternoon.

And for pain, wait, I have the blanket off to keep cool, but should I use a heating pad?

Your cycle actually causes insomnia

During your period, your body’s levels of the hormone progesterone drop dramatically. This can make it hard to sleep because progesterone is a “soporific” hormone, meaning it has a mild sedative effect. (Higher-than-usual progesterone is also why you may feel sleepy the week before your period, during PMS.)

The fix: Again, Duncan recommends avoiding caffeine for several hours before bed because it will exacerbate the issue. And the week before your period, recognize the fact that increased progesterone increases your need for sleep, and try going to bed 30 minutes earlier. Or take a 20 minute power nap, suggests Duncan. You can also keep a sleep log or make a sleep schedule to regularize your bedtime, and note any fluctuations in sleep behavior for next month.

Duncan suggests one thing that can blunt many of these symptoms: any type of hormonal birth control (like the pill or a certain IUDs). “Any hormonal birth control decreases the fluctuation in estrogen and progesterone that is responsible for nearly all of these symptoms,” says Duncan. “So an added benefit of these forms of contraception can be better sleep!”

While you’re deep in the pit of despair from depression and bawling uncontrollably because your crush doesn’t exist in real life or simply because you dropped your child off at school, or you yell at the CVS cashier because he’s trying to save you money on your feminine hygiene needs, sure, take a moment to just be logical and recognize that your progesterone is increasing and you should take a nap or go to bed early.

So what if you’re a single mother who has to work 2 jobs or stay up late grading papers or have a child who broke out in hives – forget all that. Throw in a power nap that you usually askew on non-PMS or period days simply because you don’t need it, not because you have absolutely no free time. Do laundry or power nap because I’m on my period? Shower or power nap because I’m on my period? Leave my child unsupervised because I need to get to bed early?

Go on the pill? Bitch, this is all happening and I’m already on the pill!

Isn’t there just a magic pill? One thing I can take to help to make this all go away?

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Having a period is a natural thing. Didn’t mother nature make sure there were things in nature that can help relieve this. What about supplements? Hold on. Let me try another source.

Source: unknown

So, shit, being on my period, my memory is impaired, and I forgot to keep track of where the following information on supplements came from. Being certain I will be busted for plagiarism will give me something to fixate my sharpened anxiety on as I lay awake from insomnia.

A number of supplements have been shown to help ease PMS symptoms by improving metabolic function and hormone metabolism. Here are the superstars:

Magnesium citrate or glycinate — Take 400 to 600 mg a day.

Calcium citrate — Take 600 mg a day.

Vitamin B6 — Take 50 to 100 mg a day along with 800 mcg of folate and 1,000 mcg of vitamin B12.

Evening primrose oil — Take two 500mg capsules twice a day.

EPA/DHA (omega 3 fats) — Take 1,000 mg once or twice a day.

Taurine — Take 500 mg a day to help liver detoxification.

A good daily multivitamin (all the nutrients work together)

Herbs and phytonutrients can also be very helpful. Here are the best studied and most effective:

Chasteberry fruit extract (Vitex Agnus-astus) can help balance the hormones released by the pituitary gland that control your overall hormone function. Studies of over 5,000 women have found it effective. Take 100 mg twice a day of a 10:1 extract.

Wild yam (Dioscorea villosa) and cramp bark (Viburum opulus) can help regulate cycles and relieve menstrual cramps.

Dandelion root can help with liver detoxification and works as a diuretic.

Isoflavones from soy, red clover, or kudzu root improve estrogen detoxification by boosting the activity of specific detox enzymes. They can be taken as supplements or consumed in the diet.

Flax seeds contain lignans that help balance hormone metabolism and block the negative effects of excess estrogens.

Chinese herbal formulas may also help. One of the most effective is Xiao Yao San, or Rambling Powder. It contains: Bupleurum Root (Bupleurum chinense), Chinese Peony Root (Paeonia lactiflora), Dong Quai Root (Angelica sinensis), Bai-Zhu Atractylodes Root (Atractylodes macrocephala), Poria Sclerotium (Poria cocos), Ginger Rhizome (Zingiber officinale), Chinese Licorice Root (Glycyrrhiza uralensis),and Chinese Mint Leaf (Mentha haplocalyx)

Replacing healthy bacteria in the gut also helps normalize estrogen and hormone metabolism. Take 5 to 10 billion live organisms in a daily probiotic supplement.

For intractable cases, I will occasionally use topical, natural bioidentical progesterone in the last two weeks of the menstrual cycle. The usual dose is ½ tsp (20 to 40 mg) applied at night to thin skin areas for the last two weeks of the menstrual cycle.

Oh, good, only 15 – FIF-TEEN! – supplements, herbs, and phytonutrients to take. Do I fucking use all of them? Where the fuck do I even get these?

Source: “13 Ways to Deal with Menstrual Insomnia” from Reader’s Digest

Adjust your pill times

On the other hand, if you’re already taking another medication that has drowsiness as a side effect, ask your doctor if you can take that drug an hour before bed instead of whenever you’ve been taking it. A side effect like drowsiness can work against you during the day, but you can use it to your advantage at night.

Oh shit! Which one of those 15 supplements will make me drowsy and which will keep me awake so I can follow advice about not taking medications that might keep me awake?

Watch out for wild cards

“Some women may have other conditions that worsen during their cycle,” says Dr. Moline, and any associated sleepiness may become exaggerated, possibly because of changes in blood volume. When blood volume increases, your blood levels of medication may drop outside the therapeutic window.

If sleepiness may become exaggerated then why is there insomnia still a symptom? As for the blood level thing, do I need to take extra doses of supplements for them to have an effect?

Kill the pain

If pelvic pain keeps you up during your period, talk to your doctor about taking an over-the-counter NSAID (non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug) like ibuprofen, plus a vitamin B complex and magnesium supplement. And don’t forget the old remedies of a heating pad or sex to relieve the pain. You can also often block the chemicals that produce pain with a daily aerobic workout.

Again with a heating pad but try to stay cool by keeping off the covers. Oh, aerobic exercise! Sure that’s what I’m motivated to do when it feels like my uterus is being inflated into an iron maiden, and I’m tired because the other source told me that I might be so tired that I should take a power nap. Should I schedule the aerobic exercise before of after the power nap that I squeeze in by avoiding eating or spending time with my child?

And kill the pain with sex? Well, I ruined that possibility while I was PMS-ing. The guy I might consider having sex with almost lost his head when I tried to bite it off after I misinterpreted something he said the other day. This was after I threw my drink in his face. After my PMS-yelling-and-sobbing-for-forgiveness fit, I did straddle him, but for some reason, he wasn’t interested in sex, then, so I’m not so sure he’d be willing now. Besides, I’m too damn tired to fuck because my god-damned period causes fatigue.

Pay Attention To Basics

Increase the likelihood you’ll sleep by creating a restful environment. Make your sleep area a comfortable, dark place in which you feel safe. Keep soothing teas and herbal hot packs within reach.

Wait, keep hot drinks and hot packs near me while I sleep when I’m supposed to try to keep myself cool, kicking off the blankets? What? I’m so fucking confused and more irritable from this advice than I was when I desperately began seeking advice for relief of this misery of menstruation.

Stick with just a nibble

Menstruating women sometimes get so hungry they seem to eat every couple of hours. But eating heavily right before bed could leave you wide awake with an overly full belly. If you’re hungry close to bedtime, stick with just a bite or two of something light, like a few nuts. Find out the best foods to eat during your period here.

So this is even more restrictive than the other source’s advice. Just nuts. Not even the toast or rice. But like the other advice: No chocolate. No ice cream. No bag of chicharrones. No cans of frosting. What about all those 15 supplements suggested by that other source? That’s more than a nibble…

Channel your thoughts

Focus on things you love, like the flowers you might put in the garden next spring or remembering taking your kids to see the ocean for the first time. Trying to work out problems right now will only leave you wide-eyed and anxious.

Oh, my fucking god! Shut the fuck up! Fucking, fuck are you fucking kidding me? Flowers? Kids? Yes that is all those of us with a uterus love: Flowers and kids. Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously? Fuck!

My advice: Menstruation Hut

I know, I know that the idea of hiding away women in a menstruation hut is a horrible, deadly reality for some women around the world, and the Red Tent effort to make the menstruation hut a positive experience by bringing women together in this small shelter is not my idea of a good time, even when not on my period.

However, my version of a menstruation hut would be to isolate myself for the safety of others and myself. No way do I want a bunch of other women in there bugging the shit out of me. It would be a place I could go to upon the onset of PMS and through the end of bleeding. I would need to have someone lock me in there, cut off my access to social media, stock it with lots of Kleenex, a heavy bag, a baseball bat, padded walls, a soaker tub and shower, comfort foods and sedatives, lots and lots of sedatives.

My menstruation hut could, hell, should really just be a state of unconsciousness. My worst PMS is usually on Saturday and I’m done bleeding by Thursday. So once a month, just knock me unconscious from Sunday to Thursday. And I, and the world, will be better for it.

#period problems #menstruation #once a month #period advice #period rant #shark week #menstrual cycle

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BBW Art Stuff Coco Crush Glitter Splash

1996-2004

Found on servintinegrales.com

#bath and body works #bath and body works art stuff #coco crush #glitter splash #1990s childhood #2000s childhood #y2k childhood #y2k nostalgia #1990s bath and body works #2000s bath and body works #vintage bath and body works #y2k glitter #glitter #coconut #orange #orange glitter

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588.

How was your day? painfully long. my shift felt like it wouldn’t end.

Did you meet anyone new recently? not really.

Last 3 movies you watched? i totally forgot, i’ve been sticking to tv shows lately.

Last 3 songs you heard? idk kinda zoned out while listening to music otw home from work.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? my lifestyle.

Do you have a favorite sibling, if any? i only have one sibling.

What’s your favorite scary movie? tbh i don’t really have one. scary movies aren’t something i’d watch again and again.

Are you easily frightened by horror films? not at all. the only thing that gets me are the jump scares.

What kind of music do you listen to? mostly rnb.

Do you have a favorite brand of clothing? not particularly, but i do own a lot of h&m stuff.

How’s the love life? doing just fine.

Would you ever have plastic surgery? If so, why? probably not.

Do you like to read? If so, what? yeah. i’ll read anything i’m recommended.

Name something you spend too much money on: food.

Do you remember your first best friend? yes.

Grab the nearest book, turn to page 33 line 6, write it down: i only have my kindle close by.

Do you have a favorite item of clothing? hmm not really.

When was the last party you went to? last friday.

Do you watch the news? i prefer reading news rather than watching it.

Where do you wish you could be right now? on an all expense paid vacation.

Who do you want to be with right now? my boyfriend.

Quote a movie: four for you glen coco, you go glen coco!

Quote a song: my heart cold but it really beats for you though.

Ever met a celebrity? yes.

Do you get stage fright? not really, i just get really anxious before i get on.

What’s your favorite scent? anything at bath and body works tbh.

Are you on medication? no.

Who’s your celebrity crush? avan jogia.

What do you typically order at Starbucks? there’s only two starbucks in sydney so i hardly ever go. i usually just get an iced coffee or caramel frappe.

What color are your nails painted? they’re not painted, just took my polish off.

Who’s the last person you called? work.

Do you like to sing? sometimes.

Is there a song stuck in your head right now? nope.

Write down an inside joke: eh, idk.

Are you happy with yourself? not really.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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I couldn't decide from the list of Valentines day asks, so I'M ASKING FOR ALL. FIGHT ME, WHITNEY. xD From 1 to whichever SPILL.

WHY YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE @anarchyslaughtcr

do you have a crush on anyone?

Not at the moment!

what’s your favorite candy?

I love Reese’s cups and Jolly Ranchers

favorite love song?

Your Song by Elton John is definitely one of my top faves

what was your first kiss like?

It was pretty nice! He was my first boyfriend and it was really special, I’ll never forget it

what was your last kiss like?

It was great!

sexual/romantic orientation?

Bisexual biromantic

do you prefer poems or love letters?

I love both but wow I’m a sucker for love letters

favorite fanfic trope?

Enemies to lovers is always a classic faveeee

have you ever been in love?

Yep!

favorite milkshake flavor?

Vanilla

dinner dates or brunch dates?

Dinner

favorite flowers?

Roses and lilies

favorite perfume/cologne?

I have SO MANY: Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel, Dylan Blue by Versace, Romance by Ralph Lauren, Gucci Bloom, Garden by Dolce & Gabbana, and J’Adore by Dior

favorite candle scent?

Bath & Body Works used to have this amazing scent called Sparkling Icicles that I FUCKING LOVE. It smells so damn good, like they had the hand soap and the candle (i think lotion & such as well, but i’m not sure)

what’s your ideal first date?

I’m actually really simple when it comes to dates. Like I’m a sucker for the classic dinner & movie or just a movie date with some discussion of it afterwards over some coffee or something. To me, that’s a perfect date.

favorite love story?

Hmm….Noah & Allie from The Notebook

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

A suit and tie

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

ALL THREEEEEEE

snow, rain, or sun?

Rain and sun. Snow can diiiie

sweetest romantic memory?

Hmm...I’d say when my ex surprised me with my favorite meal, favorite flowers, favorite wine, and a bubble bath after I had a long, hard day

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

I don’t really play dating sims

fictional crushes?

Xavier Plympton, Duncan Shepherd, Alex Vause, Winter Anderson, Montana Duke...the list goes on

what’s your dream wedding like?

I’ve honestly never given it much thought, because I don’t really want to get married honestly. But I guess, if I do have one, I’d want it simple: A church wedding, just close friends & family from both me and the person I’m marrying, small reception after.

what makes you blush?

When people compliment me or praise me honestly

do you believe in love at first sight?

No. I believe in /infatuation/ at first sight, but not love

do you believe in soulmates?

Yes

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

LEATHERRRRRRR

what’s your sign?

Cancer

are you single?

Yes

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

Both honestly

guitar or piano?

Guitar

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

Already answered!

do you fall in love easily?

Noooooooo. It takes me a long time to fall in love with someone

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

Nay. I like the aesthetics and such, but I can’t be assed to ever put any up or anything

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

I think it would depend, honestly. But again, I’ve never really thought about a proposal, but I guess I would like it to be something romantic & thoughtful. Something special, you know?

cloud gazing or star gazing?

Star gazing

do you like to dance?

what’s your OTP?

I have way too many to even list omg

kittens or puppies?

BOTH

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

All three but I loooove tea

favorite soda?

Cherry Pepsi Zero Sugar and Dr. Pepper

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

Gazing wistfully out the window

favorite ABBA song?

DANCING QUEEN

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)]

I didn’t get any names so I can’t answer this oneee

favorite pajamas?

I have this really big shirt that I love to lounge around in

favorite liquor?

Whiskey

do you think about love a lot?

Already answered!

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

Park

hand kisses or nose kisses?

Hand kisses

what’s your dreamhouse?

I would love an old Victorian house, maybe remodelled a little. I want a nice, spacious living room, a big kitchen, a nice master bedroom, and a huge bathroom. I also want a library to store all of my books in

#I STILL LOVE YOU THO #anarchyslaughtcr #long post /

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dawnasiler · 5 years ago

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Editor’s Picks: 22 of the Best Body Scrubs, Peels and Exfoliators for Soft, Smooth Skin

Exfoliation—it's not just for your face.

Your body needs it, too, especially if you're dealing with dryness, rough patches... or even scales (here in Canada, that's an actual thing).

Unless you remove that surface dead skin, any body moisturizer that you put on top won't be able to do its job properly.

That's where the latest body exfoliators come in.

Choose from body scrubs, which physically buff away dead skin cells, or body peels, which use acids to chemically dissolve them. You can even use an exfoliating body lotion that does double-duty!

Ahead, find out what to look for in a body exfoliator, and discover the best products to try now.

What to Look for in a Body Scrub, Peel or Exfoliator

The best body scrubs, peels and exfoliators from Pixi, REN, Kopari, Herbivore, Goop, Indie Lee and Biologique Recherche.

Here's what I look for in a body scrub, peel or exfoliator:

Sulfate-free: Sulfates are harsh foaming agents that can strip away natural oils and lead to irritation.

Stable oils (or oil-free): Polyunsaturated fatty acids go rancid quickly, so I avoid them in high concentrations (typically the first five ingredients). Monounsaturated and saturated fatty acids are more resistant to oxidation and have a much longer shelf life.

Silicone-free: Silicones are film-forming ingredients that leave a coating on the skin and can exacerbate body acne.

Petroleum-free: Similar to silicones, petroleum derivatives such as mineral oil leave an occlusive film on the skin and may actually increase water loss.

Low in fragrance (or fragrance-free): While it's much more harmful on your face, too much fragrance can also lead to skin reactions on your body.

Has a preservative: All water-based products must contain a preservative in order to prevent bacterial growth.

Now, on to the products that tick off these boxes!

Herbivore Coco Rose Coconut Oil Body Polish

Herbivore Coco Rose Coconut Oil Body Polish is a densely-packed sugar scrub with a pretty pink tint and a subtle rose scent (thanks to the Moroccan rose absolute). You know how some scrubs have a puddle of oil at the top after the first use? That doesn't happen here—this jar is chock-full of sugar. Afterwards, your skin will feel soft but not oily. You can also use it as a lip scrub!

Goop G.Tox 5 Salt Detox Body Scrub

Goop G.Tox 5 Salt Detox Body Scrub exfoliates with five different types of salts (Himalayan pink, Dead Sea, Celtic sea, New Zealand solar and Epsom). They're blended into a base of moringa and olive oils, spiked with fragrant rosemary, grapefruit, and peppermint and elichrysum oils. This one has quite a gritty texture and is not overly oily, and gives your skin a light coating of moisture.

Indie Lee Coconut Citrus Scrub

Indie Lee Coconut Citrus Scrub has a higher concentration of oil, so it could definitely double as a body moisturizer. The all-natural ingredients list couldn't be more simple, and includes sugar, coconut oil and jojoba oil, plus lemon balm, lemongrass and vanilla for a lemony-fresh scent. The sugar granules dissolve quickly, so it's incredibly gentle on your skin.

REN Atlantic Kelp and Magnesium Salt Anti-Fatigue Exfoliating Body Scrub

REN Atlantic Kelp and Magnesium Salt Anti-Fatigue Exfoliating Body Scrub has the texture of a balm, but once you massage it over your skin, it polishes with sea salt and Epsom salt. Coconut fatty acids and an algae oil act as emollients, leaving your skin super soft but not greasy. For best results, apply it on dry skin and then have a bath—it will turn into a relaxing magnesium soak.

Kopari Coconut Crush Scrub

Kopari Coconut Crush Scrub may not look the prettiest (which is why they didn't put it in a clear jar). But that's because it's packed with exfoliating brown sugar and coconut shell powder, in a moisturizing coconut oil and beeswax base. Since the grains are very fine, this is one of the gentlest scrub options, and it can double as a light body oil. The sweet, coconut milk scent smells good enough to eat (but please don't!).

Nécessaire The Body Exfoliator

Nécessaire The Body Exfoliator takes a two-way approach to smoothing your skin, using both physical and chemical exfoliants. Tiny pumice beads give it a slightly gritty feel, while salicylic, glycolic and lactic acids dissolve dead skin and marula oil adds moisture. Choose from Eucalyptus, Sandalwood or Fragrance-Free.

Truly Moon Rocks Whipped Body Scrub

Truly Moon Rocks Whipped Body Scrub is, like all of the brand's products, made with only a few natural ingredients. They include sugar and Dead Sea salt crystals to exfoliate, and olive and jojoba oils to hydrate dry skin. Blue tansy oil, often used in facial skincare for its soothing properties, makes an appearance here to give it a vibrant blue colour. The floral scent comes from rose, ylang-ylang and lavender.

The Organic Pharmacy Cleopatra’s Body Scrub

The Organic Pharmacy Cleopatra's Body Scrub

The Organic Pharmacy Cleopatra's Body Scrub is another sugar and salt combo, using them with olive oil, honey and vitamin E to create a hydrating, luxurious scrub. It's also very floral, thanks to rose petals, ylang-ylang and a little synthetic fragrance (so you may want to skip this one if you're sensitive).

Little Barn Apothecary Coffee + Mint Exfoliating Body Scrub

Little Barn Apothecary Coffee + Mint Exfoliating Body Scrub wakes your skin right up with coffee (which has firming benefits) and peppermint essential oil. Organic cane sugar granules do the exfoliating here, while coconut oil, meadowfoam seed oil and cocoa butter deliver moisture.

Fur Silk Scrub

Fur Silk Scrub isn't just for the bikini line, like the brand's other products. This polisher can be used all over the body and is even gentle enough for your face. It uses not one but three types of exfoliation: jojoba beads, fruit enzymes and alpha-hydroxy acids. It is also one of the only exfoliants that is completely fragrance-free.

Herbivore Amethyst Exfoliating Body Polish

Herbivore Amethyst Exfoliating Body Polish contains actual amethyst gemstones, crushed into a fine powder. Along with sugar and Epsom salt, they buff away dead skin while coconut oil, shea butter and meadowfoam seed oil lock in hydration. The texture isn't oily at all, and it has a subtle, natural floral scent.

Pixi Rose Body Polish

Pixi Rose Body Polish nourishes while it exfoliates with sugar granules, lactic acid and papaya extract. Glycerin, shea butter and fatty acids leave your skin feeling soft and smooth, while the rose and citrus extracts impart a fruity-floral scent.

Pacifica Sugared Crystal Supercharged Body Scrub

Pacifica Sugared Crystal Supercharged Body Scrub is a cleansing, foaming body scrub with sugar, crushed quartz crystals and silica beads (which give it a grittier texture). It can be used on wet or dry skin, and you can even let it sit for a few minutes for a deeper exfoliation. This one's scented with watermelon, but if you prefer lavender, there's also a Crystal Lavender Crushed Quartz version.

Shea Moisture 100% Virgin Coconut Oil Daily Hydration Crème Sugar Scrub

Shea Moisture 100% Virgin Coconut Oil Daily Hydration Crème Sugar Scrub is one of the most budget-friendly body scrubs, and features natural ingredients such as sugar, coconut oil, coconut milk and shea butter. The brand also makes a Ground Coffee Scrub that is worth a look, too!

Harper + Ari Exfoliating Sugar Cubes

Harper + Ari Coconut Exfoliating Sugar Cubes

Harper + Ari Exfoliating Sugar Cubes are single-dose cubes, and each one is good for a full-body cleansing, exfoliating and hydrating treatment. Sugar does the scrubbing here, and it's enriched with shea butter, glycerin and aloe vera for moisture. They do contain some artificial fragrance—choose from an array of scents, including Coconut, Juice Cleanse, Dream and Rosé.

UpCircle Body Scrub

UpCircle Body Scrub applies the upcycling movement to skincare. The company takes coffee grounds from London cafés and then combines them with salt, sugar and shea butter to create this all-natural scrub. Tangerine, grapefruit and other essential oils give it an uplifting herbal scent.

This Works Perfect Legs 100% Natural Scrub

This Works Perfect Legs 100% Natural Scrub isn't just for your legs—it's also gentle enough to be applied all over the body. Pink Himalayan salt and sea salt are suspended in coconut fatty acids, which give it a balmy texture. The light and refreshing scent is 100 percent natural.

Pixi Glycolic Body Peel

Pixi Glycolic Body Peel is part body scrub, part chemical peel. It contains fine pumice particles for physical exfoliation, and is also high in glycolic and lactic acids to dissolve away dead skin. Out of the tube, it's a luxe pink cream, but as you rub it over your skin, you'll feel a mild gritty texture. It's actually gentle enough to use daily.

Aquareveal Gentle Action Water Peel for Body

Aquareveal Gentle Action Water Peel for Body exfoliates without any grains, acids or enzymes. Instead, it uses a water-based gel technology to bind with dead skin cells so they can be rinsed away. Use it out of the shower, on damp skin—you simply massage it on and then rinse it off. This peel is also fragrance-free.

StackedSkincare TCA Multi-Acid Body Peel

StackedSkincare TCA Multi-Acid Body Peel is a leave-on acid treatment for your body—ideal for removing dead skin, softening keratin bumps, fading dark spots or clearing body acne. The fragrance-free liquid contains lactic, salicylic and trichloroacetic acids, and is self-neutralizing, so you don't need to rinse it off. You simply brush it on and leave it to work its magic for eight to 10 hours.

Biologique Recherche Lotion P50 Corps

Biologique Recherche Lotion P50 Corps is the body version of the cult-favourite exfoliating toner. It uses a similar blend of active ingredients, including alpha-, beta-, and poly-hydroxy acids, to smooth dry, rough skin and boost hydration. You've got to love that it comes in a spray bottle for easier application on hard-to-reach areas.

REN AHA Smart Renewal Body Serum

REN AHA Smart Renewal Body Serum lets you exfoliate while you moisturize. The creamy, lotion-like serum is spiked with a high 10 percent concentration of lactic acid. It also includes shea butter, xylitol and probiotics to soften, smooth and hydrate. It is surprisingly effective on scaly skin, and can even help with keratosis pilaris and body breakouts!

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